#[ 🌑 anon ]

[mochinomnoms]

Omg that’s so funny. Like the boys ask you to hold smth for them really quick and you put it in your boobs 😭😭😭

Azul would put you to good use and give you his random little trinkets he carries around

Malleus would be fascinated with how you figured you could hold all that

Leona would start putting his hand in them as a pocket to heat him up 💀💀

-🌑

YEAH TITTY POCKETS quick snippet before I go to bed:

Riddle was walking past the cafeteria when he noticed a small crowd forming around the table that the Prefect, Grim, Ace, and Deuce would normally sit at. A sense of dread filled him as he approached, positive that one of his freshmen was up to some trouble again.

So imagine his surprise when he walks up and sees a bunch of students, from various years and dorms, surrounding you as they handed you items. Imagine his even bigger shock when you, making direct eye contact with Riddle, smile at him as you take a small notepad from a random hand and stuff it into your breasts.

It takes a moment for him to realize that you've undone your tie and unbutton your shirt to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage, the hem of your white lacy (Oh heavens, he thinks it's lace, wait why is he looking!?) peeking at him.

“Oh, hey Riddle—”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOUR SHIRT—DID YOU JUST—GAH!” Riddle launched himself over the crowd to clutch your shirt and tug it closed, face in his signature red.

“Hey! What's the big deal!” Riddle whipped his head over to see Ruggie pouting, holding a handful of granola bars.

“I was gonna see how many granola bars they could fit—”

“This is utterly indecent! Why are you allowing this Prefect? What even led up to this?!”

“Oh!” You perked up, grabbing and gently pushing his arms off you. “I was telling Ace and Deuce how I can fit up to 19 items into my boobs for storage, 10 if they're bigger. 3 if they're really big though, like a cell phone!”

He stared at you with confusion, flushing again as he saw you take three bars from Ruggie, adjust your…boobs, and start sliding the items in. As if this was a normal thing.

“Why are you acting like this is normal?”

“…. Because it is? Riddle, as someone with titties,” you ignored his scandalized gasp. “I gotta take advantage. These girls may hurt my back, but they also make excellent pockets. Look!”

You took a potion bottle from a different hand, smoothly sliding your hand down the side of your right breast. Taking a moment to adjust again, you stood up with your hands on your hips, looking proud.

“Look at my boobs and tell me how many items I have in them. Right now!”

Riddle gasped, “I will not, that is so, so, so indecent—”

“10!”

“25!”

“8!”

You snapped your fingers at a random Ignihyde student, grinning as you shouted, “Correct! You get a prize, lemme just—”

You took a moment to dig through your bra, as Riddle listened in to the students around him make comments.

“Is it wrong to find this hot?”

“Dude, why can't I have boob pockets?”

“Oh my goooood, am I into this? I think I'm into this.”

“That's actually kinda useful, not gonna lie.”

You cried out triumphantly, holding out a lollipop and handing it over to the Ignihyde student, who shrugged and accepted the candy.

“See Riddle? Useful, you can ask me to carry anything you want—”

“I will do NO such thing!” He scoffed, crossing his arms indigently, “I am a self-respecting housewarden of Night Raven College, and I'm offended at the implications that I'd do such a thing with your... you know.”

He gestured as Azul casually walked up, the crowd parting for him and the twins.

“Hello, my dear Prefect, can you hand me the spare punch cards I gave you? We ran out faster than anticipated this week.”

“Oh yeah, here” You dug through your left breast, taking out a small bundle of Mostro Lounge punch cards. “I ended up giving out a few to some guys, so expect a few new customers this weekend”

Azul smiled and nodded at you, taking the cards from your hand.

“That's fine, thank you, Prefect. I come by again later to grab the rest of my items.”

“Okie! See ya, byeee!”

You waved him goodbye, turning back to Riddle, who, once again, looked at you scandalously.

“… What?”

[super-ya-boi]

Meeting

((not an open rp, just plot progression. Written in collaboration with @dark-moon-inc and @ni0x (thank you <3)

Word count: 1153 words

Tw: self hate talk, physical violence and derealization.

There will be an important plot summary at the end if you don't want to read these topics. as well as art.))

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He knew going was a bad idea but he needed answers, he needed to know what happened to him. 

He stood in the tiny elevator, his nerves getting progressively stronger with every chime of the passing floors.. 

When it finally stopped and the doors opened Jon was faced with a darkly lit lab. He hasn’t hit the point of no return…he could close the elevator doors and leave…he could….but he didn’t. The lab called him in, coaxed him to go deeper. It felt familiar, like he’d seen it before. 

Jon stook a step in; looking around. He spotted a book on a desk and walked over to it, but before his hand touched the book a voice stopped him.

“Jonathan. It’s rude to snoop,” the voice belonged to a woman. Her voice was strong and mature with a bit of an unsettling undertone. 

He whipped his head around and faced the person who owned the voice. She was tall, put together, her hair slicked back into a ponytail and her lab coat stark white.  

“Come, sit, let’s have our chat,” she gestured to a table with 2 chairs. 

Jon walked over to the table and sat down, he tried to pull out all his confidence but it wasn't much and his pinned back ears revealed his anxiety. 

“Don’t be nervous. I'm not going to hurt you. You’re my greatest creation! I could never hurt you,” she said calmly. 

“...what? Creation? What…what does that mean?” Jon already hated what he was hearing. He wasn’t her ‘creation’, she didn't…make him…right?

“You didn’t think I would just let your body go, did you? With your enhanced healing you’re far too valuable to my experiments. Unfortunately I couldn't just keep you though, You have powerful people who care about you. So I made a replacement.” she explained.

…replacement…was he not real…was he not himself…

“It was quite hard actually. I didn't know how to make it so this body could be conscious at the same time as your real one was. Unfortunately I couldn't figure it out. If I had to put the current setup simply, it’s almost like playing VR. Your real body is contained here and this body feeds information to your brain and you control it.” she continued, she talked like this was a great achievement, rambling on and on. It hurt his brain, it didn't make sense, it made him sick. 

…..this body wasn't his…he was somewhere in this facility…this whole time…

“This also means all my work is done while you’re ‘asleep’. So those little ‘nightmares’ you’ve been having aren’t really nightmares, they’re just my research!It’s quite unfortunate that I have such a small window of work, but you and everyone around you won’t suspect a thing because it’s understandable that you’d have nightmares after something so traumatic.” she finished. 

That wasn’t just a nightmare?

‘All the work she’s done?’ What, torturing me!? Making me scared to sleep!? Was the first death not enough!? She has to do it again and again and again!? Over and over till he brakes?  How long was he supposed to endure this? Forever?

He didn't want that, he wanted to be himself. This wasn’t fair! His mind raced trying to understand, he couldn't take it, it was too overwhelming, he didn't know what to do with this influx of emotions…so he lashed out. 

He shot up and charged at her, he balled his hand into a fist and tried to punch her. She grabbed his fist and then threw him into a wall. 

Why was he weak…

She sighed “I knew Robin was the smarter half but I didn't think you were that dumb. Did you miss the part when I said I made you” her voice got a lot less calm and more annoyed. 

….he wanted to hurt her…he hated her…she ruined his life, his relationship…and now he finds out this isn't even really his body.

He didn’t want to be in this body. He wanted to get rid of it…but he wasn���t sure what would happen. He looked up at her.

“What if I just break the body? Would I wake up?” Jon questioned. 

 “I'm not sure, I've never had that happen. I’ve only ever disconnected you from this body, you can try but I can't guarantee you’ll wake up” she explained her tone still annoyed. 

….maybe that wouldn’t work, he didn’t want to risk anything especially since he didn’t know any of the science behind this. 

“Why’d you pick me..?” he questioned.

“At first it was because I wanted the reaction of your friend and I was bored but after I had you in my grasp I thought of all I could learn. Getting your hands on a kryptonian is hard, you know. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to study you, the way you healed, maybe i could transfer the ability somehow. I needed you.” she explained

Jon hated this. He didn’t want to be used. He gets up and watches ‘moon’. When she turned around Jon tried to attack her again, she once again threw him away, he hit the chair. 

Ow.. it shouldn’t hurt…he was supposed to be invulnerable. This wasn’t him…he wasn't him..

“I invited you into my lab and you disrespect me!? I thought you were a better kid than this” she walked over and kicked him lightly with her foot. “Maybe I should be a little rougher on you, teach you.”

No…no he didn’t want that…his..’nightmares’....were already bad enough. He didn't want it to be worse. He hated this…who was he supposed to go to after this…he didn’t have anyone to go to…if..if she had control over him. What if he hurt someone…he couldn’t do that..

He’s taken out of his thoughts when he gets kicked aggressively

..ugh…

“I think we’re done talking, I was going to try and make some sort of arrangement but I don't think you’ll comply. Let’s just stick with what we have now.” she says 

“No..I…” Jon was struggling to talk…why…no, he needed to argue. He needed to find out where his body was…

His vision started to tunnel…no..no.. he didn’t want to…no

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When Jon woke up he was alone on a street…he looked around and then at his hands…

Is this why Damian didn't want to hold his hand at the gala…did…he know..and not tell him…

no..no he wouldn't do that…why would Jon think that…?  That was horrible of him, he was horrible.

Jon looked up again at the sky…he could hear everything…but it didn’t feel right..it felt muddled. The sky looked weird…everything felt wrong now…

it was wrong…he was wrong…that’s why this happened…why everything fell apart…

What was he gonna do…he didn’t want to go home…he didn't want to see anyone, what if he hurt them…and…he couldn’t sleep…he didn’t want to have a ‘nightmare’. 

This sucked. 

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[image: Superboy in containment located at facility 207 owned by Dark moon inc.]

Tldr: After Jon was killed moon anon kept Jon's body and made a different one so no one would be suspicious. Moon anon is doing experiments on Jon's body and they're his “nightmares”.  Jon found out not only that his body wasn’t his but also that moon had control over his body. So he’s scared to hurt someone. And is also scared to sleep.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Hey Vox

Truth: what is your shoe size

Dare: call Alastor by pet names and couple names until he get sick of it

- 🌑 Anon

"Hey, baaaby."

[somos-deseos]

Hola buenas noches hay varias preguntas que quiero hacer y saber ¿su nombre? ¿de donde es? Y ¿qué edad tiene? ^^

Me gustan las hojas caer del otoño.

Mirar a las estrellas y creer que cumplen deseos.

Me gusta mucho el 11:11 y esa clase de cosas bonitas.

Te aseguro que soy mayor que tu, sino estoy cerca.

Hogar propio por ahora no tengo, así que no se de dónde soy.

R : ⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭.

[dark-moon-inc]

Superboy parted with robin and walked into the building, he headed to the back and took the elevator down.

The closer he got to the lab the more nervous he got .....he hated it here...he didn't want to be here...but he had to

He had to distract moon long enough for Robin to get his body.

When the door opened Superboy was greeted with the dark lab.

Moon was sitting at her desk, writing in the same notebook Superboy saw when he first came to the lab

"have you come to your senses?" She asked, her voice uncomfortably nice

( @robin-5-technically )

[deepspacedukat]

Nobody in the fandom has considered the epic sick nasty robot sex that one could have with a Borg drone and I personally think that’s a travesty.

-🌑

👀 Y'know, you're right. There are a couple of Borg characters that immediately came to mind, so...who knows? I might attempt writing something like that some day. In the meantime, I would like to state formally that I fully agree with you on the amazing robot sex potential of Borg drones. 👩‍🏫

[justanotherkinrequest]

Vox (Hazbin Hotel) moodboard with a theme of red n blue tech, hacking and rock music! For 🌑 Anon!

[jonathan-s-kent]

((if y'all couldn't tell i have no patience

And i get excited real fast so expect the lore to come fast

Most of the next bit will be happening on @super-ya-boi (my Superboy blog) so keep an eye out :3

Sorry in advance.... please don't burn me at the stake for making people cry ))

[mouseymilkovich]

29 for movie recs ! I hope you’re day gets better 🫶🏼

- 🌑

thank u 🥺

29. a film to feel good/uplifted

❝ Bottoms ❞

year: 2023 | rating: 14A | runtime: 1h 31m

obviously ik it has some angsty parts but it's generally very funny and fun and always leaves me feeling good <3

ask me about movie recs!

[uncommon-alterhuman]

Helloo!! Im a voidkin,but as in like..a personified void? Personinfication of the void in a fancy way as Ive been calling it. Ive seen other voids here that go as just the void in space, so I wanted to share my experience too :3 (also could I be 🌑 anon please :33)

Ooh, that sounds very cool! If you don’t mind, I’d actually like to hear a more in depth explanation! /nf

[wallterwall]

Alright then

*They get out a tranquilizer gun*

-🌑

I don't believe that that would exactly work on me.

[mochinomnoms]

shark reader and Floyd would be so cute. Opposites attract is my fav troupe. Shark s/o is like a calm reserved mer and Floyd is just…. A menace 💀💀

-🌑

A cute lemon shark s/o would be a great fit for Floyd “The Menace™” Leach. They're highly social and calm, especially for a predator, wild lemon sharks will sometimes approach divers for pets! Over all, lemon shark s/o is chill, slightly bigger than Floyd, and will allow Floyd to bite, scratch, and squeeze them to his heart's content as long as he follows up with a kiss.

Floyd, on the other hand, wants to try to find their weak spot that will eventually break them until they toss him with their tail 50ft into the nearest current. Then it's a game of “who can throw the other one farther”? Hint: it's not Floyd.

It's a good match though, as Floyd, believe it or not, can actually mellow out if he has someone that will go with the flow and indulge him occasionally, as long as they aren't a doormat and can be firm on when certain behaviors have a time or place.

[super-ya-boi]

🌑

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Alas, this is my last post for the night

Alastor ✨

Truth: what is your guilty pleasure

Dare: tell Vox what your ideal date is... you know for the future

Goodnight y'all

- 🌑 Anon

"A date isn't something that I have spent a lot of time contemplating. But a picnic with homemade food and a jazz club with live music sounds quite nice."

"Noted."

[sister-lucifer]

YOU 🫵

*Slides a ‘free smooch for your contribution to my freaky Toby needs.’*

I offer, a thing🫱🫲

-🌑

well you’ve certainly got my attention, what exactly does this entail, hm?

[dark-moon-inc]

The superboy was surprisingly easy to kidnap

Though i did take advantage of the fact his father was off planet

The superboy is young and easy, his father would have been trouble for me had he been here