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♠️♥️ again [sorry for basically flooding your inbox] but one more!

YouTube duo Steve and Eddie typically do challenges for views: Wearing only pink for a month, sneaking into festivals, pranks, etc. One day they put up a poll for their fans to decide their next challenge and the top option is: Eating fast food only for two months. All the money they make is donated, and they each will be logging any changes or affects throughout the challenge. Steve chooses Jack in the Box, Omega Burger, and Dairy Queen as his choices while Eddie chooses Jollibee, KFC, and Burger King.

Eddie's always had a fast metabolism so he's able to make it through the challenge with only an extra pound or five, but Steve not only wasn't gifted with a fast metabolism, but he's got a big appetite. First couple weeks go by and he's reported feeling a little heavy, his cheeks bloated from all the sodium while Eddie is feeling fine. By the end of month 1 they do a side by side comparison wearing the same clothes as when they started and it's no secret that Steve's struggling to keep his jeans zipped. Month 2 comes and goes and by the end of the challenge that boy is plump, doughy, and hooked on onion rings 🍔🍟🌭

Haha this ask is from April, oops. 2067 words!

“And that’s a wrap!” Eddie taps the touchpad on his laptop ending the recording, then swivels away from the filming setip with a huge grin. “We did it man, challenge complete!”

Steve gives a little whoop, then presses a fist briefly over his mouth to stifle a burp. His other hand drifts lazily down to his midriff, where his polo has ridden up over the course of filming. He hadn’t been allowed to pull it down while double-fisting the last treats of the two month ordeal they’d assigned themselves. 

Well, not allowed was a bit of a stretch. It had technically been in the stated rules, but the truth was he’d never spared it a single thought, too consumed with consuming more. 

He burps again as he rubs over his belly, and it tastes like onion rings. 

“Do we have any more?” he whines. “I don’t feel full yet.”

Eddie, already halfway through downing a fresh water bottle to wash the grease from his own taste buds, pauses with his head cocked to one side. “Steve, buddy… the challenge is over. You don’t have to keep eating that shit.”

“It’s not shit, they’re good,” he protests. “I like the crunch and then how it’s soft, and kinda sweet.” Another burp escapes him, stomach gurgling, and he drops his head back on the couch with a groan. His greasy fingers paw at his belly where it’s already peaking out over the shorts he’s had to unbutton a while ago for the final push, soft flab springing and settling outside the body-warmed metal teeth of the spread zipper. “Mm, yeah that’s better…”

Seemingly oblivious to how Eddie is staring at him, he rubs both hands over his newly freed belly, squeezing and massaging over the hairy skin with a sigh, rubbing at his red stretch marks. Spreads his thicker thighs a little further so they don’t touch—a feat that’s been increasing steadily in difficulty for the past few weeks—so his paunch can hang a little freer. He doesn’t even seem to care that the shorts are tight over the tops of his thighs too, practically painted on where they ride up. In the back, if he were to stand up (something he hasn’t done for a few hours now), they barely contain the lower curves of his ass cheeks. 

“We do have more,” Eddie admits slowly, eyes locked onto his friend’s hands and the way his belly bulges around where each finger pushes into the heavy mass, a layer of softness despite how overfed he is. 

For the challenge, of course. It’s just for likes and attention. They do this shit all the time. Have done for longer than they’ve really been friends, ever since Henderson introduced them years ago…

“Bring it,” Steve demands, and Eddie is out of his chair before he’s even quite registered why. 

He should start editing what they’d just filmed. There’s graphics and stats and sound effects to add, everything they’d half talked over beforehand, right up until Steve had gotten impatient and whined to be able to just start eating already. 

Right up until Steve had gotten hungry. 

There are two stages to it: the regular non-italicized kind, and then the kind that comes with special emphasis, not to be ignored. When the latter hits, Steve’s inner mean girl really comes out to play. Sometimes Eddie lets it, because he finds that side of Steve really entertaining. Right now, he just… wants to give those drooping hazel puppy dog eyes whatever they’ve set their sights on. 

And that’s the last greasy bag from the diner down the street. Steve leans forward with a grunt to snatch it from Eddie’s outstretched hand, sets it on his distended belly like a makeshift table, and rips his way in. Moans a little in satisfaction as the first bite hits his tongue and he chews quickly, getting it down while already bringing another to his lips. 

It had been like this when they’d started too, minus the obvious bloat and all the grease spots and crumbs adorning Steve’s rucked-up polo. Steve eats like he hasn’t seen food in days, which is absolutely not true. Now that Eddie thinks about it, he’s been going pretty much nonstop since their last filming a few days ago. Always with a snack or something to drink in one or both hands, always getting extra at meals, always suggesting dessert after dinner and lunch and, last Sunday, even after brunch. If Eddie thinks about it too much it makes his head spin a little too close to something he’s been avoiding for a while, when it comes to Steve—because things are good. They’re roommates and best friends (a title he’s content to share with Steve’s platonic other half, Robin, because she’s cool and a lesbian and puts up with Eddie’s gay dick jokes with a hilarious amount of exasperation that’s never not funny) and their YouTube channel on top of their day jobs earns them just enough to cover all the bills. 

He’s just standing there watching as Steve continues to stuff himself, breath coming heavier and heavier because they’ve already been going for an hour—and that was on top of Steve’s penchant for inhaling a big breakfast every morning. It’s not just dedication to the bit, Eddie has come to realize. 

Steve likes this. 

Maybe it should have been a clue when Steve had suggested adding this particular challenge to the poll in the first place, but viewers always liked it when Steve ate weird shit on camera. So maybe Eddie was a little slow on the uptake, especially after the first time Steve had offered a belly rub to help him with the ache after their first round of way too much greasy food and then, once done, had flopped back and said a little too eagerly, Okay now my turn. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Steve is panting now. “Feels… full. Getting there. How do… how do I look, Eds?”

Eddie’s mouth is suddenly dry. Maybe because it’s been hanging open for a minute. “Big,” he says simply. Dazed. 

Steve shudders. “E-eddie, c’mere…” And flaps one onion-ring laden hand until Eddie gets with the program and comes closer. Closer. Until he’s bracketed by Steve’s knees, his friend laid out before him and still feeding himself while maneuvering him into place, then—

One of Steve’s legs hooks around and pulls Eddie forward so fast he stumbles, practically falls on the guy. The diner bag squished between their chests, jarred enough to spill some fried treats and a spray of crumbs over Steve’s shirt and collarbones and the little peak of chest hair at the bottom of the polo’s v. Knocking against Steve’s full belly, causing him to groan and belch right in Eddie’s face. That leg still there, rubbing against Eddie’s flat ass through his dark jeans that he still fits into just fine… but Steve had been doing a lot of eating that the challenge didn’t even call for on his own time, hadn’t he?

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps, giving in and plastering himself to his roommate, his best friend, his co-star. The guy who, on the surface, he has literally nothing in common with. Who Eddie has always found objectively attractive, and now that he’s writhing and panting and pushy underneath him Steve is somehow even more hot. 

“Yeah,” Steve whines through a mouthful of more food. “Yeah, Eds, feels s-so good, get—” He wiggles his hips, weakly trying to press their cocks closer together, but his belly is in the way.

“Up,” Eddie growls, fingers curling under the waistband of Steve’s criminally tiny shorts that he’s fucking going commando underneath. “Let me up, Steve, so these can come off.”

The message gets across. Suddenly free, Eddie repositions himself and yanks hard on the shorts, dragging them from under Steve’s bubble ass and down his legs only to leave them dangling sluttily from one ankle. 

Close enough. 

Eddie leans down, caging Steve in, nipping hard at one of his earlobes. “This what you had in mind, your majesty?”

Even though Steve always complains about the King nickname from high school, back when they’d been passive enemies rather than friends, he doesn’t seem to mind it now. Just crams more in his mouth while nodding frantically, letting out a food-muffled, “Muh-huh!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Eddie spits in one palm and reaches down around the gut hanging in between them to take Steve in hand—and he’s already so slippery with precome that Eddie could’ve skipped a step there. “Thought I didn’t know you were sneaking snacks into your room?”

Steve gasps. “It, it was all fast food delivery, I didn’t break the rules, mmmh!”

Eddie had just cut him off by shoving the nearest hand with an onion ring into Steve’s open mouth, then covering it swiftly with his own. “Damn right you didn’t break the rules,” he growls, and has to hold back a groan as Steve bucks wildly up against him. Takes a second to rub Steve’s dick against his where it’s still trapped in his jeans, rough denim on fevered, throbbing skin. “I would’ve called you on it if you had. But the challenge is over now, sweetheart, so I have to wonder what wild hair got up his royal highness’s ass to make him feed himself til he’s bursting out of his own clothes. Are you that fucking greedy, Steve?” 

That gets him a frantic nod, Steve’s pretty eyes rolled back in his head, working himself up to laboriously swallow behind Eddie’s hand now because he is stuffed, butting up against his limit and still trying to chew his way through it.

“Yeah, you are. Even looking like you do, that good boy smile that makes everybody swoon, playing it up on our channel because you just preen over the idea of all that attention… and you still want more eyes on you? Want more of you to put eyes on, get that attention by flaunting how you’re spilling out of what you’re wearing for everyone to gawk at? All it took was two months and already you’re so fucking big, even when you’re not shoveling more in. Fuck, I should’ve kept the camera on, you should get to see what you’re doing to yourself, gorging on shit you don’t need like a needy whore—”

Steve goes rigid, and comes. 

“Oh fuck,” Eddie mutters, and yanks his hand off Steve to attack his own belt. Fucking—complicated—thing, he’s throwing it out after this, it takes so goddamn long to get his dick out and strip it with fingers still dripping with Steve’s pre, and reach his own peak. Strokes desperately with his head bowed in singular concentration while he adds to the mess on Steve’s heaving belly, the red stretch marks that he wants to lick, will as soon as he’s done milking white-hot pleasure out of his core that had been building without his realizing it for god only knows how long. 

With an exhausted string of curses, he slumps to the side next to Steve, pressed against him on the couch. His dick twitches and slowly starts to go soft where it’s squeezed between Eddie’s body and Steve’s budding love handle, which surely the press of Eddie’s open jeans are going to leave indents in. Maybe if he’s lucky, Steve will let him kiss those soft marks before they disappear. 

“I don’t think I could get up if I tried,” Steve whispers, sounding both spent and awed. “Eds. I think y’killed me.”

“No one’s going anywhere,” Eddie mumbles back, snuggling up. “You gotta digest, and then we’ll see about cleaning up this mess you made.”

Steve makes an indignant sound without bothering to open his eyes—Eddie knows, because he has one eye cracked open a sliver to check. (He also has a hand cupped over Steve’s gurgling middle, trying to gauge how long it might be before Steve wants more.)

“You helped,” Steve points out with a pout. “I couldn’t have done it without you. If I get fat, you helped. The way he says the words, it’s like he’s tasting them and finding he loves the flavor. Like he’s savoring it. 

There’s still a ton of editing to do. That’s Eddie’s job. But… this can be just theirs a little longer. 

The viewers can wait their fucking turn before they get their eyefull of Eddie’s guy. 

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[askabyssprincesslumine]

You wish to do romance?

-♠️❤️

“I do, but the man my heart has settled for has probably moved on in these years. Probably doesn’t even remember me.”

She shrugs, continuing to scroll through her dash and all the sickening romance on it.

“Oh well. Such is the nature of my life.”

[thatfoullegacy]

When it comes to strangers, you'd normally ask them if they could do something for you (like remove their hat so it's easier for you to talk to them) instead of just going in and taking the hat off yourself. It can be a bit jarring of an experience when you do that, since you're un-consentually breaching their personal space (which normally fine to do with friends, to an extent)

Think of it like the handshake being you letting a cat sniff your hand, while messing around with their clothes/randomly touching them anywhere else is like turning the cat around without permission to rub their belly. That's the best way I can think of describing it

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“Ah, I see! I never thought of it that way! I’ll definitely keep that in mind for next time!

[ruvonix]

POINTS AT YOU 🫵

Do you have any further information about your House of Cards AU, it seems really cool :)

AUGH 🫵🏼

I mean sort of? It’s a work in progress heuheuheu-

All I know is that the cards they wields kinda like A window to other dimensions.

Ingo is more of a magic magic type of guy, having fire mixed with his shows and etc

Meanwhile emmet is more on physical magic, like cards, and illusions

I’m sure both of them can do it all but they just like to focus on the things their good at-

[the-casino-doctor]

♤♡WELCOME TO THE RUBY HALO!◇♧

♤♡nice to meet you, im the owner of the casino, Laroux Vion◇♧

*a little white dog runs up to you and starts chasing its tail*

♤♡oh, that's blackjack, the assistant manager. Aren't they so cute?◇♧

*blackjack runs off until you cant see them anymore*

♤♡ah, sorry about that. Where was i? Oh yeah, you can call me Rue, i go by any pronouns, so good luck trying to misgender me, haha◇♧

♤♡anyways the casino has a few rules. people who are going to try and be an ass aren't allowed. Next is that the owner (me) has boundaries that must be obeyed, such as no touching unless you ask first. You may flirt, but remember, the mod is 15-16, and if you are asked to stop, you must stop, if you decide to not follow the rules here you will be delt with accordingly by the assistant manager◇♧

*blackjack prances toward Rue as they do a simple hand gesture, blackjack responds to that with a growl and a fighting stance*

♤♡good puppy jackie, you can relax now, i think they get the point◇♧

*Rue pulls out a little treat for blackjack and hands it to them*

♤♡oh, where are my manners, as you might be able to tell i am a demon, sent to earth by Satan himself, and gifted this casino to tempt mortals into sinning, with the recent development of the internet, we thought it was time to change things up a bit, by giving me the option to become a text doctor!◇♧

♤♡more info below the cut since this is really long sorry◇♧

♤♡this is what i look like in text doctor form◇♧

♤♡but when im not temping the mortals through the internet, you can see me in the casino like this◇♧

(heres the link to the picrew i used)

♤♡and sometimes you'll see me in a more masculine outfit such as a suit◇♧

(heres the picrew i used for blackjack)

and last but not least, my tagging system

#♥️ highrollers || regulars

#♦️beginners luck || anons

#♠️ the pit boss || ic

#♣️ away from the table || ooc

#🎰 jackpot || lore

#🎲 rolling the dice || art

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[sydneyofalltrades]

tell us about your OCs!

HI ANON BE PREPARED

so these are my loser girlfriend hazbin hotel ocs

MARINA(she/her pansexual)! the darling loml, she’s the hotel room service and was owned by husk until they both gave their souls to alastor! more about her is in this story here! marina loves singing, drinking, and fighting off dickheads with her weapon of choice (knives that form from the feathers of her wings)

and JASPER (she/her lesbian)! jas is owned by valentino, and she fell for marina way back when, but was forced to break up with her on val’s orders. she’s a p⭐️rnstar like angel, but less known for the movies and more known for the modeling valentino forces her to do.

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davekat stimboard~ for anon

♥️ ♠️ ���️ / [🐦‍⬛] [🖊️] [🦀] / ♥️ ♠️ ♥️

[heartnosekid]

tarot decks for anon!

🃏-♠️-🃏 / ♥️-🃏-♣️ / 🃏-♦️-🃏

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

mama a girl behind YOU♥️♠️♦️♣️

Do we fw Eat You by Caravan of Thieves chat yea or nay…

heh…You could say…”Anon” is gonna get…”Eat-on” by Unlikely!..heh..

Gets the whole supermarket thrown at me

[m-myeon]

New anon here! ♠️ Would love to read a Beomgyu Drabble with 4 or 6 if you haven’t already!! Love ya tysm byeee ♥️

𝑀𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝑌

4. “Tell me how you like it” + 6. “Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

contains !: (kinda softdom!)gyu x subfem!reader, mentions of gyu being a switch, fingering, lots of petnames and praise 🤪, eding, grinding , mentions of hook-ups, best friend to .. fuckers?, you could say gyu is kinda jealous or really devoted to his task lmao, tears and mentions of toys

authors note : thanks for waiting and welcome to the annons family !! also tysm for requesting this, it was so hot to write 🫡

what the hell was going on

At what fucking moment were you in your best friend's lap, letting yourself be done by his beautiful long fingers buried deep in your pussy. Oh, sure. At the time when Beomgyu's big heart had not been able to allow his best friend to leave the house of one of her hook-ups unsatisfied after discovering his disastrous finger play.

Incomparable to Beomgyu's, by the way. You had no idea that your best friend had so much talent stored on his fingers, but you were more than happy to be discovering it.

A whimper escaped your lips when your friend's middle finger brushed your G-spot, Beomgyu smirked when he noticed you move on top of him and continued to abuse your gummy walls until your sighs turned into muffled moans on his neck. .

"Come on, sweetheart" he whispered in your ear, leaving a kiss behind your ear "Don't cover your face, I want to see you"

Gathering up enough courage and dignity, you rested your hands on his abs, rejoining his legs. You felt his abdomen contract under your blades and, right there, you felt it, something hard and hot touch your inner thigh, begging for attention.

"Shit, you're so-" "I know, darling" shushed you Beomgyu ", but right now focus on putting on a good show and showing what that asshole has been missing"

The knuckles of the boy below you (who you hadn't recognized as your best friend in a while) made wet noises as they hit your folds with dizzying force and speed. You felt like you were bordering on madness and the only thing you could focus your thoughts on was Beomgyu's digits making a “come” gesture towards himself, bouncing into his hand and biting your lip when hearing his airy laugh.

“Very good—fuck-, you're doing so good” you whimpered as Beomgyu's teeth kissed your neck, digging in with a care that belied the force and harshness of his actions in your south zone “Are you enjoying yourself, pretty? ”

“S-so much —oh f-fuck”

“Mmh” hummed the boy, wetting his lips hungrily “Do you like it when I touch you here…?” a little cry came from your mouth when his fingers curved, searching for your belly button "Come on, baby —shit, tell me how you like it, I want to make you feel good" with two fingers, he took control of your jaw, forcing an eye contact of what more intimate “do you prefer to hard-dom me? I would do anything you asked me for those pretty eyes you make"

“I-I like to h-listen to you, g-gyu” you were a trembling ball of blush and sweat, eagerly awaiting any delicious movement Beomgyu's fingers made.

"Is that right?" his thumb pressed on your lips, causing you to hug the intruding finger with your tongue "ah— so obedient, didn’ even have to ask" you closed your eyes tightly at the strong praise that escaped from Beomgyu's mouth unconsciously "good job, princess" fucking god. You lost any remaining contact with reality, pulsing around the fingers embedded in your pussy and suppressing your moans with the boy's finger resting in your mouth.

"oh god— you're squeezing so good " your shoulder blurred the dirty mutterings of Beomgyu, who was getting more and more lost in the curve of your neck "more, ple— ngh, gyu p-please" "what a greedy girl I have, doin’ what he wants with me" the boy growled, enjoying the view that his position afforded him "come on, princess, use me, imagine you are using one of your pinkie toys on that pussy, mmh, just like that"

You began to rub against his bulge and fingers, seeing the stars as Beomgyu stimulated your clit with his thumb, continuing with his movements into your tight cunt. Your moans were heard above your friend's, which faded as his mouth made contact with your cheeks or jaw.

"you gonna come?" he whispered as he noticed the trembling and erratic jolts on his legs "tell m-me, sweetheart, words"

"'m gonna —ngh- come!" tears began to form in your eyes and Beomgyu felt like his pants were going to burst at that sight

"are you —fuck!- gonna come on t-that dickhead’s cock?" you shook your head from side to side, making tears roll down your cheeks, but as you felt the grip on your jaw intensify, you remembered Beomgyu's call for attention. "Nuh-uh, gonna c-come on gyu's f-fingies!"

"fucking s-soak them, princess, go ahead, make me proud"

your orgasm hit you with a deep moan and several more tears. Beomgyu helped you ride it, murmuring more praise and petnames in your ear, praying you didn't notice his teary eyes from being edged into his pants.

Blinking, you came out of the trance you had plunged into in your post-orgasm, snuggled into your best friend's neck and calming circles being drawn on your thigh by his clean hand. You settled back on his lap and felt Beomgyu's hard cock through his pants and underwear poke at your cunt. You took a breath to speak but he cut you off before you could intervene.

"Please tell me that boy also fucked terribly, because I'm more than ready to give you the fuck of your life"

[ijustwannamakeemojis]

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[offers you cola]

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Gambling ID Pack

Pt: Gambling ID Pack /end pt

Names: Ace, Blackjack, Caecus, Cecelia, Cecillia, Celia, Chance, Chip, Club, Célia, Diamond, Dice, Glutton, Greed, Heart, House, Jack, Jackie, Jackpot, Joker, King, Lights, Luck, Lucky, Mammon, Neon, Odds, Queen, Roulette, Ruler, Seven, Sin, Spade, Tyche, Vegas

Pronouns: a/ace, ace/aces, blackjack/blackjacks, card/cards, ching/chings, clu/club, club/clubs, di/dice, dia/diamond, diamond/dimaonds, dice/dices, gamble/gambles, gambler/gamblers, gold/golds, heart/hearts, house/houses, jack/pot, jackpot/jackpots, jester/jesters, king/kings, luck/lucks, poke/poker, poker/pokers, queen/queens, rich/riches, rig/rigged, rigged/rigged, rou/roulette, roulette/roulettes, royal/royals, ruler/royals, silver/silvers, slot/slotsa, spade/spades, ♠️/♠️s, ♣️/♣️s, ♥️/♥️s, ♦️/♦️s, 🃏/🃏s, 🍀/🍀s, 🎰/🎰s, 🎲/🎲s, 👑/👑s, 💎/💎s, 💰/💰s, 🪙/🪙s, 🪞/🪞s

Titles: a frequenter of casinos, a[n un]lucky man / woman, prn that spends too much / gains too little, prn that stacks the chips, prn that the tables, prn who bets [against the odds], prn who folds the cards, prn who is blinded by money, prn who is favored by lady luck, prn who wages their bets, the gambler, the gambling man / woman, the only one to beat the house

Genders: Dicerollgender, Castokentarotaesic, Croupian, Casinoaesic, Luckgreenjackpot, Genderdice, Vegasgender, Reddicegender, Blackdicegender, Clearedicegender, Lucklexic, Pokerial, Luckflipic, Unluckylexic, Luckything, Unluckything, Luckydoxthing, Genderjackpot, Goldjackpot, Silverjackpot, Bronzejackpot

Other id: Casino Conceptkin, Gambelier Attraction, Gambling Xenoscent, luck/lucks, 💎/💎s, ♠️/♠️s, Dissohiluck, Dissololuck, Metal Scented

Text in bold is: Name, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

All term names are links

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Tagging @id-pack-archive

[husk-not-whiskers]

Day 7…. Closing up shop.

The party is over. Only few remain. The show has come to close. All things come to an end.

Husk looks across the hotel, it’s late. He’ll be going to sleep soon. But one more round of drinks is always fun.

♥️♠️♦️♣️ 🂱 ╰ ─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─ ╯ 🂱 ♣️♦️♠️♥️

Wow. First of all. Thank you. Thank you all so much. I love and appreciate every single one of you. I’m tearing up even writing this. Well… typing… I fucking love you all so much. I may not know you. You may only be an anon I’ve talked to once. But I think about you. I think about you all so much. I’m going to miss you. I REALLY REALLY am

None of you understand just how much this means to me. That’s why I need to take a break. I love you. I really really really do. I want you to understand I’m not leaving because I hate you, it’s the opposite. I love you all too much. I need to focus on my health and life. I’ve got some serious stuff coming up and I need to focus on it. I plan on coming back in April. But I don’t know. Life really loves to fuck me over. You can still send asks, I’ll read them. I’ll love and cherish them. I may even answer a few of them before April, but I won’t be here like I am now. I’m going to sign out of this blog so I can’t get to it. Well atleast make it a bit more difficult. I won’t really be online all that much. But if you need me, shoot me a dm on main. A month doesn’t seem that long… but on the internet, a lot sure can happen.

“Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear

Just for a while dear we must part

Don't let this parting upset you

I'll not forget you, sweetheart”

Sappy thank you’s under cut

Let’s start with the guy who started it all. @.heybabeshru the one who got me to even make this blog in the first place. Who runs the @bad-boy-lover nifty blog! None of this would’ve happened without you. Without your kind words and encouragement I wouldn’t have made all these wonderful new friends. I’m truly grateful I got to cross paths with you.

And Ivory. Who runs the @alastor-radiodemon blog. There’s so much to say! I mean you and Rat were the first to interact with me. Make me feel welcome and a part of this whole thing. The way you write Alastor is so raw and real in this way I just can’t describe. You genuinely feel like the characters you write. I’m so glad I met you. I’m so glad I get to call you my friend.

@hazbinhoteloc-ninlil you are one of the bravest and kindest people I know. Without you, I doubt I would’ve been able to even call ivory my friend. Your mind is delightfully intriguing. The plots and stories you are able to come up with are truly magical.

To everyone in the discord, thank you.

@angeldust-real wow! Where to start? I just love your portrayal of angel so much. I’m at a loss for words. Seeing you in my notifications always puts a smile on my face

@dohdahradioanon man I mean, fuck I’m hooked on whatever you’ve got going on. Your character is so mysterious. Gyah I just love it so much

@mielles-lounge this whole event wouldn’tve happened with out you. I don’t know you all that well. But it’s been a pleasure

@ifyouthinkyouregettingaway I haven’t known you very long, but fuck. I love your Vox so much. And I’d love to continue role playing with you when I come back.

@redislonely I mean, what is there to say. I don’t know you all too well, but you’re certainly someone I can’t wait to get to know better. 

And to all of you. I love you dearly. If you ever need me, DMs are open. And I’d love to discuss plots for when I come back. This is also an excuse to tell you all how much I love you

[headmates-for-you]

helloo!! could we have a subsys of these moodboards? also ty other moodboard subsystem requesting anon we had no idea how we could put images in requestss..

https://files.catbox.moe/ytjuad.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/wy6jgm.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/pp7bn4.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/zurq3q.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/6cjgck.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/k2bo65.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/29bl98.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/dhzpgi.jpg thank u sm if u do thiss!!!

whew this took a while but they were all so cool! I hope they turn out just as cool in your head -🪓

TW: smoking, mild eye strain

all boards included below for reference

Name(s): Gemini, Local, Mandela, Walten

Age(s): 19-37 ageflux

Pronouns: it/its, glitch/glitches, stat/static, error/errors, screen/screen, ana/analog, hor/horror

Gender(s): analoghorrorgender, analogender, local58ic, cryptix

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transloner, translonely, permaagoraphobic, transpeoplehater, transhater, transharmed, transharmful, permascarred, transnoeyes, staticamian

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: teratophilia, somnophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀📺

Positive trigger(s): analog horror

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Smile, Mold, Bright, Dodger (the shade of blue in the images)

Age(s): 12-14 age slider

Pronouns: he/him, kid/kids, dream/dreams, one/ones, cat/cats, weird/weirds, 🩸/🩸’s, ⭐️/⭐️’s

Gender(s): weirdcattic, catkidweirdcoric, weirdcorestalgic

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transweirdkid, transweirdcore, transaesthetic, transcatboy, transdreamstate, transharmed, transautistic, translayeredvocals

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: teratophilia, odontophilia, musophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀✨ or 🌀🎵 or 🌀��

Positive trigger(s): Sodikken, Garfield

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Walle, Citrus, Camera, Marble

Age(s): 23-26

Pronouns: it/its, they/them, she/her, he/him, beige/beigeself, star/stars, clown/clowns, cam/camera, mar/ble/marbleself, cot/cotton, dia/diamond, shop/lift, 💎/💎’s, ♦️/♦️’s, 🔷/🔷’s, 🔶/🔶’s, 🥯/🥯’s, 🙂/🙂’s, 🛍/🛍’s

Gender(s): liminalgender, pastelclowncoric

Orientation(s): aromantic pansexual

TransID(s): transclown, transclowncore, transshoplifter, transartist, transcontcreator, transdropout, transbeigeaesthetic, transsadboi

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: salophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀🍬 or 🌀🕯

Positive trigger(s): weirdcore, clowncore, clown related horror

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Chip, Cash, Vegas

Age(s): 27-33 age slider

Pronouns: he/him, die/dice, cas/casino, rou/roulette, red/reds, black/blacks, cash/in, card/cards, bright/brights, light/lights, 🎰/🎰’s, ♥️/♥️’s, ♦️/♦️’s, ♠️/♠️’s, ♣️/♣️’s, 🃏/🃏’s, 💡/💡’s, 🎲/🎲’s

Gender(s): croupian, casinomasc, arcardian

Orientation(s): acheillean 

TransID(s): transdealer, transstaff, transcasinoemployee, transmonotone, transOCD, transgambler

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: masquephilia, high stakes

Emoji signoff: 🌀🎰 or 🌀💵

Positive trigger(s): casinos, bright flashing lights, gambling

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Rhett/Rhettro, Check, Dice

Age(s): chrono 49-56, trans 23-24

Pronouns: she/her, he/him, they/them, ret/retro, ne/neon, 🎲/🎲’s

Gender(s): dricadic, glowparcadegender

Orientation(s): heteroflexible

TransID(s): transage, transgender, transera, perma70s, perma80s, perma90s, transrollerskater, transdecade, transteen

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🌀🎲 or 🌀🛼

Positive trigger(s): rollerskating, rainbow and black checkerboard

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Comic, Jest, Primary

Age(s): ageless

Pronouns: it/its, joke/jokes, clown/clowns, silly/sillies, fun/funs, color/colors, ha/has, pri/mary, block/blocks, ❤️/❤️’s, 💛/💛’s, 💙/💙’s, 🎈/🎈’s, ⭐️/⭐️’s, ✨/✨’s, 🌀/🌀’s

Gender(s): clowncomfic, clownslushie, clowngender, kidcoric, cleoncade

Orientation(s): pan

TransID(s): transclown, permasilly, plasticscentic, transsillylittleguy, transADHD, transautistic

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🌀🎈

Positive trigger(s): clowns, clowncore, circus music

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Alette, Feyre

Age(s): chrono 247, trans 14

Pronouns: fae/faer, mush/mushroom, spark/sparkle, enchant/enchantment, magic/magics

Gender(s): faegender, fairygender, faidenmollic

Orientation(s): lesbian

TransID(s): transage, transwings, transmagic, translover, transloved, transsize (smaller), transenchanted, transrainbowhair

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: mycophilia, dendrophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀✨ or 🌀🍄

Positive trigger(s): fairy/fae related things, rainbows

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Haniel/Hani, Seraph

Nickname(s): Skies/Sky

Age(s): chrono 14,632, trans 20

Pronouns: it/its, pray/prays, sin/sins, angel/angels, sera/seraphim, wing/wings, cloud/clouds, mir/miracle, wind/winds, ☁️/☁️’s, 🌤/🌤’s

Gender(s): angelx, angelboything, seradreamer

Orientation(s): aromantic demisexual

TransID(s): transage, transangel, transhuman, transfaith, transharmed, transOCD, transfallen

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: angelophilia, demonophilia, zeusophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀☁️

Positive trigger(s): cloud watching, angel iconography

Faceclaim: