#♠️ posting

[jjammy-skies]

Stepping away from the Sneeg community;

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Four screenshots from Twitter user @JJAMMY_Skies's account of a twelve tweet thread. It reads as follows:

I'm taking the spade out of my user, btw, which feels horrifying given the fact that I've been apart of ♠️'s community since late 2019/early 2020.

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He was one of the few content creators I watched while sick, and his community was there to watch me get better over time, most of my friends and moots were made from ♠️, and I'll never forget that

However-

This community has also made me feel extremely unsafe; more specifically, the mods. I feel like ♠️ doesn't pay enough attention to the on goings of those he put in power in his community.

There's also the problem of ♠️'s content as of late;

He's been branching out in his reaction content, however, he's branched out into a racist youtubers content for reacting, a content creator who, a white man, fully admits to culturally appropriating a dangerous indigenous spirit's name, which puts me and other ntvs in danger.

This problem actually first arose in December, when ♠️ used a different indigenous spirit's name for a joke. After being ignored and passed off by mods, I was told ♠️ was sorry and wouldn't do it again.

Fast forward to April, ♠️ starts reacting to said YouTuber. I was argued with and discredited by the mods on this spirit.

A few weeks ago, the ytber fully admits to cultural appropriation and says he doesn't care.

A few days later, ♠️ reacts to another one of ytber's videos.

This not only shows me the mods didn't care to make sure ♠️ doesn't interact with/post that content anymore, but also that ♠️ was dishonest in his apology, IF he even apologized. His mods could have easily lied bt that.

Coupled with years of neglect from the ♠️ mod team to own up to past mistakes and actually form proper and healthy modes of communication with their streamer, I have to fully acknowledge that this community isn't safe for me anymore.

There's nothing here for me if I have to constantly be worried that the next video will cause me spiritual harm, or that I'll have to argue with a mod to care about ntvs-and other potential minorities- when they've proven to me over the years they can't.

So that's been my main reason for my absence on twt as of late. Seeing another friend of mine tweet about stepping away from ♠️twt and his community had made me feel more comfortable in doing so too,

So thank you, if you see this, for making me feel comfortable enough to post :"]

I'm probably not going to be using Twitter a whole lot from here on out, but I have Tumblr where I'm more active in other things.

Thank you for listening, and thank you for the years I spent in this community, even if not all of them were great.

I wish the situation was different, but until I can see improvement from Sneeg's community and Sneeg's mod team, this is it.

See y'all later :]

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[spades7777]

malevolent part 37 "the farm"

[moonbrock]

moonbrock would be discord e-daters in another life because i said so

[kaytheday]

Two-Bit felt safe. He taught me how to fight. When I told him about my punch to the temple of Bales’ father, he started calling me Ace. That’s how my name came about.

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

Ultrakill, huh

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[lostemperorjoey]

what men tolerate me Besides a taken man an aroace man or sausage

[shhitskinkytime]

♤♡♧INTRO POST♧♡♤

🖤🧿🌑🎱●○●🎱🌑🧿🖤

Hi!!!

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You can call me Duckie

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They/He

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Early 20s

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Pansexual, lesbian leaning, Switch

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Happily dating @tgirlurinal and @svogthos <3

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If you want to flirt with me or tease me, have at it

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If you wanna send me a n00d, ask for my

Consent or else face my wrath (instablock)

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Southern, less like a belle more like teeter

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I prefer masc terms (Sir, Daddy, Master)

Ageless blogs and minors DO NOT INTERACT

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

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Lets get KINKY!!!

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GREEN!!!: Size, overstim, denial, wlw, mlm, pain, bd/sm, face sitting, primal, bl00d, edging, BRAT, impact play, pet play, praise kink

YELLOW!!!: ddlg, extreme bondage,

RED!!!: extreme pain/disfigurement, ped0phelia, scat, piss, vomit, r@pe

Taken Anons: 🐺, ✨️, 🌟, ⚜️, :), 🍬, 🐶, 🕸

#🐤 ~ gen tag

Ill add stuff as I remember 😅

#🐤♠️🐤♠️🐤 ~ My Photos

#duckies nonsensical quacking ~ just what it sounds like

[hydor-coining]

Plural Euphoria Flag

A flag for those who experience any kind of plural-related euphoria in any way.

Term coined by Rue of SOA on 1 June 2024. Flag made by Charles of SOA on 25 June 2024.

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A flag for those who experience any kind of plural-related dysphoria in any way.

Term coined by Rue of SOA on 1 June 2024. Flag made by Charles of SOA on 25 June 2024.

[voided-selfships]

WHEN DOES THE REASON BECOME THE BLAME

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@fagthesis @comfycozycirrus @ghost--girlfriend @kylilah @fireborns @lovebandit42069 @love-birds-stuff @permafrown @cherry-bomb-ships

[hydor-soa]

shout out to all my fellow autistic (and non-autistic) folks who are big on wording and semantics because they take everything literally .

but when people notice or when they tell people then they only get upset at them and see a stubborn master manipulator working loopholes easier than they breathe and refusing to take responsibility for their own shortcomings by outlining everyone else's.

they're wrong about you.

you're not stubborn.

you're not manipulative.

you're not finding loopholes in the simple request of "you told me to unload the dishwasher, not put the dishes away. the dishes on the counter are not in the dishwasher."

you are different from the socially accepted norm, and that is okay.

you are being different and communicating that you're different and informing people how they can avoid this interpersonal complication and that is perfectly reasonable.

keep going on.

[spades7777]

✦ KAYNE FRAGMENT AU ✦

a malevolent au where kayne = nyarlothotep, and he willingly gives a fragment of himself to arthur and john. and the 'fuck around and find out's that come with it.

more under the cut !!

�� SOME QUICK NOTES:

the fragment (they/any) comes from kayne's right eye. this keeps them connected unlike the kiy

is given to inhabit john's conscious only, so arthur cannot hear them. they're still both stuck w him tho lol

manifested the voice of arthur's beloved late wife bella lester (special treat from kayne. if arthur ever hears them)

cannot be seen like john but still has two visual forms: humanoid (seen with john & arthur) and canine (seen with kayne)

[lovesickfangs]

I want so badly to be good enough, for you to only be mine, for you to want me as much as I want you. But I think that's too much to ask until I make myself better for you. I'll be whatever you need, whatever you want, I just want to be enough.

[elegance-in-shadows]

"Tea is ready... Now it's time for a short rest..."

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[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

haiiiiiii I redrew the photo from @superhotbabess ^^ Thank u again for letting me draw this, I had a ton of fun doing it and it was a nice way of relaxing from my finals X. So>! Here it is,,,,,,the frouis,,,,,,,I hope yall like ^^ :3

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[lostemperorjoey]

Hello.

[Xornoth's voice is strange, almost like it's a mimicry of a human voice. It's a weird thing Joey was used to, but not positively. This is not the Xornoth that exists today.]

oh

hi

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Demon!Killer x male reader. 3.4k

Y/N your name

N/N nick name

Warning: some cursing, mentions of abuse, cum as lube, blindfold sex, size difference, stomach bulge.

I never should have gone to that party.

Everything was fine until someone suggested we try to summon a demon. No one took it seriously as Alex grabbed and set up candles while some girl looked up a Latin tutorial online. "Just something stupid to pass the time." They said. Stupid was definitely the key word here. At least someone was smart enough to get a bucket of water in case we set the lawn on fire too.

Ready with a salt circle around the fire pit and candles lit in the cardinal directions, we all sat around the fire while the girl read the Latin.

I'm sitting on the ground just watching the whole show. The girl chanting starts walking around and asking for things from the onlookers. One girl gives her hair clip, a guy gives his half full beer. Dumb little trinkets or useless things they all give to her, until she gets to me. I try and wave her off. I didn't really want to participate but I also had nothing I wanted to give. The only things I had on me was my phone, wallet, and a pocket sketchbook I pour my heart into. When it's clear I'm not giving her anything her friend snags my sketchbook from my hoodie pocket and tosses it to her. I'm quick to jump up for it but not quick enough.

With a sarcastic "oops" she tossed everything into the golden flames. I tried to catch my book but a red fireball spits from the flames and I managed to burn my hand before recoiling from the heat. I glared at the girls but I didn't want to start a fight. Alex was my only friend here and I didn't want to make them look bad in front of their other friends so I forced myself to take the high road.

Alex has a look of shock on their face as I soak my burned hand in the water bucket. I'll tell them later I don't blame them for their friends actions, I know they feel bad already. That still doesn't make me any less furious with the girl who burned my book though. "Stupid fire, stupid alcohol, stupid hand-" I grumble to myself.

The puff of fire at least made the ritual more interesting for the onlookers. However that was basically the only thing that happened. After all that effort to ruin our stuff and pretend to speak Latin the only thing that we got out of the ritual was the crowd bursting into laughter after it was over and nothing happened.

Alex gave me a bandage to wrap my hand and said they would talk to the others and make this up to me later. After the pain in my hand died down I excused myself and drove back to my apartment. By the time I got back it was almost midnight and I was way too tired to worry about cleaning my wound right now. I slipped into pajama pants and an old T-shirt and flopped face first onto my bed.

The comfort of my bed slowly fading as the temperature of the room started to rise. I try my best to ignore it until it felt like I was boiling. I groan as I sit up to turn on the AC only to freeze in my tracks when I see a large man standing in the middle of my room. He practically took up half the room with his size. Tall with bulging muscles, intricate black markings spread up his left arm until they were hidden by a shirt that was two sizes too small. A pair of curved horns poked out from behind a white and blue mask, and everything was outlined by a mess of golden hair.

I throw myself to the other side of the room but in my panic I can't seem to find my voice. All he does is tilt his head to the side. I can't tell if it's an amused or confused expression under the mask but either way I needed to find a way to escape! He was standing between me and the door. Dread spread through me as realization of just how fucked I was set in.

"G-get out!" I yelled, my voice cracking under the pressure. He takes a step back and stands in the doorway. I start to shake in fear and a little in anger. "Don't fuck with me! I said get out!" This time he doesn't move, simply staring at me for a minute before he quietly sat on the floor.

His voice was deep. I could feel it ringing in my bones before I heard it. "I will not leave until the deal is finished."

"A deal?" I'm taken aback by how calm he is. His demeanor is relaxed like I didn't just scream at him. "Why would I make a deal with someone who broke into my house!?" I feel my anger rising again.

He holds up his hand on the arm that is covered with markings. A brand in the same spot I got burned shimmers like gold. "You paid in advance. I just need my orders."

"I order you to leave than."

He lets out a sigh. "I can leave if you wish but that won't be enough to end the contract."

"There is no contract. Demons aren't real. Your just some giant guy in a stupid costume!" We both fall silent staring at each other, unmoving. Until he gets up and marches towards me. Suddenly fear kicks in again and I realize how dangerous a situation I got myself in. As he gets closer I back up until I hit the wall and he looms over me.

"I. Am. Real." He speaks slowly and precisely. It's all I can do to swallow the lump in my throat and nod my head. A small "okay" shakily falls from my lips. He grabs my bandaged hand by the wrist, his hands feeling like they're on fire. He starts to unwind the cloth until my burn is revealed. I stare in disbelief as the brand took the shape of a skull with three vertical lines running through it.

He releases me from his iron grip and I gawk at the mark. I look up at him in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

He shakes his head. "You did that. That's the contract seal you made when you burned the artifact." I wrack my brain to think of what he meant by artifact.

"You mean my sketchbook?"

"I don't know what it was, but it has enough emotion in it to summon me." He takes a step back so I don't have to crane my neck as much to look up at him. He holds his hand out for me to shake. "Now let's try this again. You can call me Killer, and what do I call you?"

"Shouldn't you call me master?" I joke, ignoring his outstretched hand. I've seen enough demon movies to know not to shake hands with a devil.

"I'm not calling you that." His reply was instant and deadpan. I almost laugh at the delivery.

"Fine, call me… (n/n)."

"So n/n. What do you want?" The way he asked sounded more like a demand.

"I don't want to sell my soul."

"You didn't."

"Huh? I thought that's how demon contracts work?" Confusion written all over my face.

"Not always. Normally yes, but my captain is being punished so for now we have to feed on emotions instead. Your artifact had a lot and was actually able to summon me because of it. However I can't collect those emotions until after I fulfill my end of the deal." It's hard to tell how he's feeling with his inflection so steady and his face covered.

"Why emotions?"

"They are the most similar to the soul. The stronger the emotions the more energy we get." I go to ask something else but he cuts me off. "I would rather not give a whole theology lesson today. What do you want from me, I can get revenge for you, get you power, wealth?"

Revenge sounded nice, but am I really the type of person that would kill over a sketchbook? There are so many people who have done worse to me and who deserve worse. "Do you have to kill them?" I ask as I think over my options.

"I don't have to." I think he might be a bit disappointed. I nod my head getting an understanding of what I want.

I give him a small list of people. Scum who hurt, used, and abused me. People that are better off dead, but I'm not going to kill them. "I want them hurt. I want them to live but make them suffer." He takes the list and nods his head before silently leaving out the fifth story window. It amazes me how someone so big can be so quiet.

He returned only a few hours later. During that time I couldn't rest so I paced around my apartment and thought hard about the whole situation. At first I felt guilty because I'm the reason these people are going to get their lives ruined. However every time I look down at my hand I get a weird feeling that everything is going to be okay. My mind drifts to my summoned attack dog. I can't help but remember just how hot his touch was. Even if he scared me before now I get a flutter in my chest when I think about him. Yeah he was strong and imposing, but he spoke so calmly even when I was yelling and freaking out. It was like he was a grounding force I found myself inexplicably drawn to.

I didn't hear him come back until I turned around and suddenly had to stop myself from running into him. "Shit! Oh sorry… how did it go?" I compose myself and take a step back to give him some room.

"I took care of the revenge, but it wasn't enough." He holds up his hand and the golden marking is still as bright as before. I noticed his clawed fingers still have some blood on them. "I'm stuck here until I collect more of your emotions."

"...oh" I'm not really sure how to respond to that. "Can I like… watch a movie or something to feel emotions?"

"No, I have to be the reason for the emotions for it to work." I think he sounded frustrated.

"Sorry…" I stand there awkwardly for a bit, trying to think of a solution. I can't just have a demon living with me, but I also can't send him on a killing spree to fulfill the contract. Suddenly I'm thinking impure thoughts about him again and I feel my cheeks flush. I shake my head and clear my thoughts. I know he's staring at me again but if I only knew just how hard he was looking. "I… I'll think of something."

What was It he offered before? Revenge, already did that. Wealth, I'm not rich but I'm doing okay, besides if I suddenly have money I'm sure people will get suspicious or try to use me again. Power? I guess he ment status but I like my privacy and really don't want to be famous or anything. Thinking about the demon in front of me I remember his words and how his deep voice rang through me. How it made me feel… I start to get a little excited.

Well I guess it's now or never. "I have a request." I try to sound confident. "You can say no if you don't think it will work or if you don't want to…" I wait for a response but he just continues to look at me behind his mask, silent telling me to spit it out. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. "Fuck me." I blurt out.

He tilts his head to the side before eventually breaking the silence. "I like that deal." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as he approaches, towering over me once again. "Sit and relax. I'll do the rest n/n." He said as he moves to take off my shirt.

After moving into the bedroom I slide down my pajama pants and boxers in one motion and sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. Starting to second guess myself I go to close my legs but his large hands engulf my knees and keep them parted. He settles his massive frame between my legs making it impossible for me to close them.

His size made me nervous before but now I'm nervous in a different way, a much better way. My breath catches in my throat as his too hot hand gently grabs my half hard cock. Slow strokes and the perfect amount of pressure get me rock hard in seconds. It's not long before my cock is twitching ready for release. My breathing becomes shallow the closer to the edge I get. It's too soon, I don't want this to end now. I try to take his hands off my dick but he just keeps pumping at that slow steady pace. "K-Killer-" his name comes out as a breathless stutter.

"It's okay. I'm just getting started." His low voice goes right through me and I cum all over his hand. Thick white ropes sliding down his knuckles. He gathers the cum on his fingertips and pushes me flat on the bed. "You said you wanted me to fuck you, right." It wasn't really a question but I slowly nod my head anyway. He presses his cum covered fingers against my tight ass hole. The cum felt cold contrasted by his searing touch. I gasp at the foreign sensation as one of his thick fingers slowly pushes inside of me.

He goes slow, coaxing me to breathe until the discomfort melts into pleasure. It doesn't take long for me to become putty in his hands. I lean back and let myself get used to the new feelings.

A familiar sensation ran through my bones but I was too lost in my own pleasure to actually hear what he said. "Huh?"

"Your eyes."

"You are not taking my eyes!" I bolt upright

"Not permanently." He takes off his shirt and exposes more of his defined muscles. The stretched fabric wasn't leaving much to the imagination anyway but getting to see more of his toned body was a treat that had me ogling. He folds the shirt and wraps the dark fabric around my head, cutting off my sight completely. All I could smell was the iron and sweat that stained the cloth.

I could feel my heart pounding as my mind raced trying to think of what's going to happen next. "Kil- aah!" A chill runs up my spine as a hot wet tongue licks up my neck. I can feel his lips grin against my skin. He goes down lower leaving a wet trail of licks and kisses down my body. If his hands were like fire then his breath was like smoke, hot and heavy against my skin. His tongue was thick and inhumanly long as he tasted and nipped every part of my exposed skin. Only slowing down to a teasing pace as he got to the sensitive flesh of my thighs. Giving a teasing bite, gently with his razor sharp teeth. Every touch made it feel like there was a fire under my skin.

I let out a loud gasp as his tongue slithered into my ass, soon followed by a finger, then another. All working to stretch me out. I could feel him getting excited. His breathing getting heavier and his fingers moving faster it all felt so good and I could feel my own dick ready to cum again. It took some effort but I started adjusting to the stretching and the sound of my panting and moans filled the room.

I was practically mewling when he suddenly pulled everything out of me. Leaving me with only an empty feeling in my gut. I desperately grab for him and barely graze one of his horns before his hand tightly grabs my wrists and he pins them above my head. I let out a pathetic whimper as my pending orgasm fades.

There's some shuffling and I wince as my eyes are forced to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. I nearly choked on air when he took off my makeshift blindfold revealing his massive cock standing proud. The beast was thicker than my arm and just as long. "That won't fit!" A feeling of panic sparks in my chest. I look up at him but his mask is back on and I can't see any reaction.

"It will." His voice was so tempered, so matter of fact. It was strangely reassuring that despite my worry I still trusted him. Trusted this demon. His mask tilts down and I follow his supposed gaze between my legs. I let out a low moan as he slips three fingers easily into my ass. "You already take my fingers so well. It will fit."

With one hand still pinning my hands above my head he takes his fingers out of my ass and gives himself a few slow strokes. My chest feels tight but I still lick my lips in anticipation. He lets go of my hands and rubs up my stomach. "It will reach all the way up here, and it will be delicious."

"Do it." My lust overshadowing my logic.

He leans over me and rests his weight on his elbow next to my head. Grabbing the back of my knee with his free hand he makes plenty of room for himself as he lines up his monster cock with my already gaping hole. "Breathe." He slowly pressed the tip into me and I was already seeing stars. Painfully slowly he pushed in until I let out a sharp hiss when his cock got too thick halfway in. Stopping he gave me a moment to adjust. Looking down I can already see my stomach bulging. If he wasn't so patient his cock would have ripped me in half already. With every exhale my ass relaxed a little more until it didn't hurt anymore so I bucked my hips a little letting my demon know it's okay to continue.

His dick was just as hot as his touch but reached so much deeper. He kept going deeper still until our hips touched and I was completely full. I let out a small whimper at the tight feeling but my dick was still rock hard with excitement.

"Good boy." The full feeling mixed with the shiver his voice gave me almost had me cum on the spot. A sense of pride swelled in me when I saw just how much of him I could take.

His slow deep thrusts slowly turned into hard deep pounding. Pushing me deeper into the bed as I cling to him, nails biting into his tough skin. The only time he slowed his pace again was when I would get close to cumming, never able to reach my release but enjoying every moment of it. Hours felt like minutes as ecstasy courses through me. With a final thrust my cock and whole body spasms as I cum all over myself. Killer pulls his cock out and his cum mixes with my own on my chest and stomach.

I cum probably the hardest I will ever cum in my life. I collapse into the bed soaked in sweat, completely exhausted and satisfied. "That was… wow" I can't even think a cohesive thought as I bask in my afterglow.

"It'll be a shame not being able to taste all your emotions more y/n." He starts to blur, like when you wake from a dream and that world disappears. Only the world is still and it's just him fading away. The only thing left behind was some soot on the floor and a piece of parchment. I pick up the paper and it has a weird sigel on it. Like a flaming skull wrapped in archaic text. In the mouth of the big skull is the same small striped skull that branded my hand.

I can't help but laugh to myself as my demonic one night stand just left his infernal phone number.