#I ask them to get suggestions like that tho

[sulumuns-dootah]

Which demons would be down for pegging. If not how would they react?

WHB kings and pegging them

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: I am back and posting again! (Me and Tumblr hopefully came to a mutual understanding)

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I actually wrote this one for Satan :D (link here)

So just let me summarise:

Yes, he'd be down but it would take some time to warm him up to the idea

And he'll still try to act like doesn't want to do it (he does, but his pride doesn't let him admit it to himself)

The moment the artificial tip brushes over his prostate, it takes him all the restraint to not start fucking himself on it

    ༺☆༻

Mammon absolutely would

Whatever makes his master happy

And he will even be pretty brave about it, even suggest that you two go shopping for it together so you can pick something that both of you will enjoy

Buuuut when it actually comes to it, he will be a bit intimidated

It's one thing to willingly submit himself in the more abstract way and whole another thing to be actually physically put in his place

And yeah, being the greedy king he is, he will get a bit too ambitious with the size for his first time, despite you telling him

    ༺☆༻

No

What in Hell possessed you to think that he would allow to you to do that

And yes, his H-scene and all that, but I don't think he'd allow you to do that

...just yet

He might be willing to let you rim him after a century or three

    ༺☆༻

Sure, but if you let him pay you back for it

Ooor a good ol' sandwich with one of his clones...? ;)

I actually see Beel as a switch, but you have to do some specific stuff to get him to submit

Funnily enough, he'll enjoy himself the most out of all the kings who said yes

But he wil be testing you in the process like the bratty sub he is

    ༺☆༻

No :/

It's not even about the position or anything

It just takes too much prep and he'll most likely fall asleep during it so at that point it's kinda not worth it if he doesn't even get to enjoy the main act

    ༺☆༻

What would this demon king not do?

He will even beat you to it and ask you himself

Should you also be interested, he can ask one of the Abaddon prisoners to use their magic and give you your own real dick (limited time only tho :( )

If you both sufficiently enjoy yourselves, it might even become a regular occurence

    ༺☆༻

I don't think Lucifer would

It's just not really his thing

But being the sweetheart he is, he'll explain it to you like an adult instead of blowing up at you like some other unnamed king >.>

(Honestly, I just can't imagine him doing it. If there's any Luci simp who can, feel free to lmk)

[carn4g3]

Hi! Could u make a ticcy toby x male reader hurt/comfort-ish oneshot where the reader feels ignored in a way, like ppl dont rly care to listen to them or let them express themself? And gets comforted with words of affirmation/physical affection If that makes sense lol its ok if not tho! Have a nice day :)

Rookie Mistake | Ticci Toby x Male Reader

Summary - One of these days, you're going to give Tim a taste of his own damn medicine. But, for now, you have Toby.

TWs: Descriptions of blood, dead bodies & murder, reader has some anger issues, indirect mentions of abuse

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Tumblr kept eating this ask without my permission, I swear it disappeared at least 3 or 4 times before I finally caught it and saved it to my drafts. I rewrote sections of this a few times so lmk if something isn't as clear as I thought it was lol

"I'm supposed to do this and clean up on a solo mission?" You asked the masked man incredulously.

Tim looked less than interested in the question, a loud sigh leaving him as though you were just another chore, "You can handle that, can't you?"

His response felt more like a trap than an actual expression of concern. If you said you could, he would dismiss the rest of your complaint. On the other hand, the opposite answer would only spur him to poke further at your abilities-- like you hadn't heard from him and everyone else a million times over.

"You always have Brian with you for clean up," You chose to answer with instead, "Why don't I get someone?"

"Everyone has more important things to do than help you out, rookie." Tim scoffed.

You scowled at the nickname. It didn't take long for you to not only receive the moniker but also grow incredibly tired of it. Damn near everyone called you it now, and you were beginning to gather that the tone wasn’t always just playful teasing. People like Tim said it out of a place of superiority— thinking they were better simply because they had been around for longer.

"Really? And what important things are you doing." You scoffed in disbelief.

"Watch yourself." Tim shot back sternly.

This was hardly the first time you had fought with the man. At first, you had been pretty obedient towards all of those who took on "teaching" you. You reveled in their advice, taking their harshness as an opportunity to grow, and even enduring their verbal assault as something you would just grow used to. After months of it, you felt fortunate that your senses finally returned to you. Of course, it wasn't without the help of Toby. He fought with Tim just as much, probably even more, and he helped you realize how much of an asshole Tim really was.

"Grow a pair and do your dirty work yourself." You replied, letting the words spew out before you even really thought them over.

You could tell he was mad, fists clenched at his sides as though he was barely restraining himself from throwing a punch. The subtle shift of his mask suggested he was grinding his jaw, something he did as to not lash out fully. A normal person would be relieved, but you could only feel more irritated when he chose to be the "bigger" person. He had to have known it upset you. That was the only explanation for why he would do it.

"It's your job," Tim said tersely, "Don't do it and you'll answer to the Operator."

His tone suggested the conversation was done there. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he took a few steps back to return to whatever depths of the woods he had crawled from.

"Fuckin' asshole." You knew he hadn't missed the muttered words when his movements paused, shoulders tensing as though he were daring you to say it again.

"I said you're a fuckin asshole!" You repeated louder.

Deciding that you would be the one with the last word, you made your own exit. Glancing over your shoulder, you had hoped to see Tim still standing there-- reeling from your verbal assault. Instead, he was retreating silently just as you were.

You were exhausted-- no, beyond that. All but dragging your body through the woods, muscle memory was pretty much the only thing that got you back to the rundown cabin now sitting before you. The exterior was almost entirely dark given that the porch light had long since succumbed to the dust, cobwebs, and moss that patterned every nook and cranny of the building. Despite that, a sliver of illumination peaked its way out from between the drawn curtains just left of the doorway: the kitchen light, if you remembered correctly. Forcing your aching muscles to pull you up the creaky front steps, you reached for the doorknob. As expected it twisted with ease; the man inside never really did remember to lock it.  

Eyes falling lazily over the interior, you found that your suspicions about the light source were proved right. To your left, the dim yellow glow of the kitchen light cast a net of illumination that extended only a few feet from the room’s entryway. Shutting and locking the door behind you, you easily found the object of your interest rustling around the pantry. Loose tufts of hair and edges of dirtied, blood spattered clothes peeking out from behind the door, Toby seemed to be surveying it for options. 

"I'm home." You greeted abysmally.

"Hi." Toby replied, clearly engrossed in his task.

The kitchen space was minimal, pretty much a glorified hallway, but you managed to brush past him anyways. Settling on his right side, you let your head fall to his shoulder as you observed the sparse pantry. It had been a while since the last supply run, and it wasn't like either of you had the luxury of free time to go shopping.

"There's Doritos." You noted the party sized bag that had been folded shut.

"Yeah," Toby's body lurched, but it didn't deter you from your position for very long, "You look like sh... shit."

You sent a half assed glare his way, "So do you, dick."

You didn't even need to fully take in the other man's appearance to gather that much. Just like you, he had come right from a mission. Dried mud clung stubbornly to the notches of his boots, the particles of which were undoubtedly spread all over the floors by now. From your close proximity, he reeked of sweat, BO, and blood-- all of which you had long grown accustomed to.

Although, you weren’t in any position to pass judgement. Perhaps more blood stained than your counterpart, you could feel the mostly dried sticky substance clinging to the front of your clothing. Splattered and messy, it stained your hands, caked under your nails, and hid in the creases of your skin. You were sure some of it still gently dotted your face as well-- all mixed with sweat and dirt.

"How'd it g-go?" He chose to ignore your insult in favor of asking the question.

"Fine," You answered bluntly, "You?"

Thinking over the previous events, it wasn’t entirely a lie. Killing the victim had been easy. A hardly athletic, 30-something year old man glued to his computer, it was easy to attack him from behind and send him helplessly to the floor with a single hit. You wouldn't admit it, but it was partially intentional that the first hit didn't even knock him out properly. Seeing him crawl away in futile desperation only spurred you to strike him a second time. Then a third. If you had to guess, he probably expired somewhere between the fourth and the sixth strike.

It was cathartic in a way, picturing the pathetic corpse before you as the remains of the masked bastard who had ordered you there in the first place. You were certainly less than gentle with the body as you went about hiding it, taking some creative liberties in the disposal method. Though, it came to bite you in the ass when you began to embark on the several mile journey back into the woods, shoulders and legs aching from the effort before you even started.

"Fine." Toby echoed, "Got what I-- shit!-- nee-needed."

"Nice." You sighed, too tired to ask anymore questions as you turned your attention to the bag of chips.

Plucking them off the shelf, you turned swiftly to the darkened living room on your left. Though it would have been easy to flick on the light switch just adjacent to the pantry, you opted to throw your body onto the awaiting sofa instead. Knowing the couch had been through far worse, you hardly perturbed by the thought of blood and dirt sticking to the already stained fabric. Toby, as expected, was just as uninterested in maintaining the couch’s cleanliness or in illuminating the room as he trailed in just behind you. Taking a seat in the relatively small gap between your body and the left arm rest, he looked down at you expectantly as you ruffled through the bag of chips.

"You g-gonna share?" Rolling your eyes at the question, you grabbed a handful before shoving the rest of the bag into the other man’s lap.

"What'd you ha-- have to do anyway?" Toby asked, the bag crinkling loudly as took some chips for himself.

"Kill and clean up." You answered.

Toby paused at that, "By yourself?"

"Blame that fucker with the mask." You didn't even need to clarify which one, both of you knowing exactly whom you were referring to.

"C-course," He scoffed, "that asshole."

"That's what I told him, said he shouldn't make his fuckin' dirty work my problem." Your teeth grit together at the memory.

"Should've told me, we could... could've switched." He replied.

"No," You responded a bit harsher than you intended, "Wouldn't fuckin change that he thinks I'm some weak little bitch who can't do anything for myself. They all think I'm some fuckin’ dumbass! And for what? Because Slender chose them first? It's bullshit! None of it makes them better..."

You let the rant spill from your lips as you felt that simmering rage from earlier finally boil over. 

Without realizing it, your hand clenched around the remaining chips in your hand, causing them to crumble into an array of pieces across your palm. Feeling the pieces poke at your skin and the dust becoming intermixed with the already sticky concoction of sweat and blood, you felt yourself become even more disgruntled. 

"Fuck!" You cursed, throwing the remains aimlessly into the dark room, "I wanna wring that fucker's neck."

Wiping your hand aggressively against your clothes, you found no reprieve from the uncomfortable sensation even as you felt the skin turning raw from the repeated movements.

"It would do the w-world a fuckin' fa... favor." Toby's voice joined in once more.

Turning your gaze in his direction, you waited silently for Toby to say more. Instead, you were only met with the sight of a triangular chip dangling over your face. A bit confused at first, you reached out hesitantly to take it. Just as fingers started to brush it, he abruptly pulled it away as though it were simply some sort of taunt. Finally realizing what he wanted, you parted your lips, waiting as Toby finally dropped the chip into your awaiting mouth.

"Thanks." You replied, already forgetting about whatever it was that had just upset you.

He grunted in acknowledgement, returning to the previous topic instead, "I wouldn't rec-recommend trying it. He'll si-sick his real bitch on you."

You couldn't help the small snort that left you. He was talking about Brian, of course. You hadn't thought the hooded man was all too bad initially. Brian was pretty nice to you, from what you remembered. Though, it did help that he very rarely spoke– unlike his counterpart. You had no clue what he saw in Tim to hang around him so frequently, but it only took a small push from Toby for you to hate Brian as well. 

"Fuckin' coward." You commented. 

Eating the rest of the chip you were handed, the two of you sat in relative silence for a moment. Turning your gaze towards Toby once more, you watched as he absentmindedly ate. With his faceguard pulled down around his neck, you had a full view of the opening in his cheek: the strands of saliva that formed across the opening, his teeth gnashing at the chip, and drool involuntarily pooling at the corner. He usually made it a habit to not eat around others, so you couldn’t help but be mesmerized every time you got a rare look at it. You didn’t even realize he noticed your staring until another chip was thrust unceremoniously over your vision. 

“Something on my face?” Toby asked.

“Nah.” You averted your gaze quickly, feeling your face heat after having been caught.

“Yeah right, creep.” He muttered, the words mostly playful.

You weren’t allowed a response as he shoved the awaiting chip into your mouth the second you opened it. Letting him take the win on this one, you fell back into the cozy moment. Despite the loud crinkling of the bag and the usual creaks and groans of the old building, you could feel that itch of tension slowly melting away as it always did when you were around Toby. You liked spending time with him for that reason.

Admittedly, you hadn’t thought he was much different from the likes of Tim or Brian at first. He talked more than the latter but was only a little less harsh than the former. But, unlike the other two, you steadily warmed up to him. You were both the new guys, relatively younger than any of the proxies or Slender’s other allies. It felt easier to express your frustrations to him, to trust the advice he gave you, and to see the underlying compliments in what was usually admonishment from anyone else. It was an easy decision once you were finally granted Slenderman’s full trust as a proxy to move into this rundown cabin you had spent many nights before. Consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the way Toby was attempting to get your attention until he outright flicked the center of your face

"Ow,” You hissed, “What was that for?”

"You're far." He replied.

"I'm right next to you." You scoffed.

"You know wh-- what I f... fuckin' mean." Despite the way he matched your tone, he turned his gaze away as though he were embarrassed.

It was endearing how he got flustered whenever asking you for affection. Though, you suppose you forced him to the point of reaction just for your own interest sometimes. Shifting your body against the couch, you slid towards Toby until your head rested comfortably against his thigh.

"Happy?" You teased him.

"Little sh-shit." He hissed, though still gave you another chip as though it were some reward.

As you chewed on it in stride, Toby spoke once more, "None... none of them know what they're ta- talking about. They're all-- shit!-- stuck with their heads up... up their ass."

You huffed in amusement, though didn't find yourself too moved by the words, "And they're in charge."

"Not f-forever," Toby scoffed, "Slender will grow ti-tired of them soon. Then they-- fuck-- they'll be beg-begging us for their lives."

Now that thought was appeasing to you, "Yeah, and we'll make those assholes pay."

Toby's hand moved to your hair, ruffling it in agreement with those words, "Damn right."

Described this to my roommate as: Hurt/comfort but the reader has been trained like a dog.

[starlingstalk]

Afterthought

[xxplastic-cubexx]

pov: you are charles xavier and you have been invited onto asteroid m

bonus:

[bunnyboy-juice]

i may not be into fauxcest but i am absolutely a friend of the family

[sweetestflow3rs]

Do Vanida and Whitney ever switch? What’s their sexual dynamic like?

ANON I WANT YOU TO KNOW I SPENT A LONG TIME THINKING ABOUT THIS- but yes, let me unlock my essay length explanation of their sexual dynamics

SO!! Whitney and Vanida's sexual dynamic is like... pretty set in stone, after dating for like almost 2-3 years since 2nd Year / Sophmore Year! While they had one or two sexually explicit encounters Freshman / 1st Year ( Whitney making Vanida suck her dick ), their sexual dynamic wasn't really established just yet. Since that time was just.... bully and the victim who kept trying to see the good in the bully LMAO

Even when they started 'dating' ( Whitney declaring them girlfriends but Vanida thinking Whitney is joking ), there were some tumbles around their sexual dynamic. I feel like Whitney kept wanting to explore and see more of Vanida's vulnerabilities like the night they got drunk and had sex, but Vanida was a shut & locked door; which made sex quick and not like... as passionate as it could be.

Vanida didn't really trust Whitney, so intimacy was often for show on her end and Whitney sensed that and it annoyed the HELL out of her.

I feel like after the 'Whitney points a gun at Bailey' is when their sexual dynamic starts forming more properly. Like, now, Vanida feels and knows now that she can trust Whitney and Whitney is like, a stable figure, that she is more willing to open herself sexually with Whitney which shifts their entire dynamic.

Which, I'm sure some can guess, their sexual dynamic often involves Whitney taking charge, being the one who is in a more dominant role when it comes to sex while Vanida often takes a submissive, almost needy side. ( Though only with Whitney ) Vanida, as someone who lies almost 24/7, keeping a mask on, always having to take control of her situations and everyone around her; the core of her sexual dynamic with Whitney is that she is able to let go and have someone else care to her needs. She doesn't need to put a front on, and can be whoever she wants to be, because she feels secure enough that Whitney loves her no matter what. And in turn, this a deep turn on for Whitney, who tried for so long to see what was under Vanida's skin and desired to see her vulnerable and open.

It is even MORE of a turn on for Whitney, knowing Vanida is only a true submissive with her. And the fact that like, Vanida fake moans with everyone else she has sex with ( more loud and giggly ) while she moans for real with Whitney ( more quiet, whimpering, breathy ).

Whitney likes having control in their dynamic, too, because it is an affirmation of Vanida's desire for only her; and satiates her possessive clinginess. She also sees how it makes Vanida feel better and brightens her day, so like!!! DOUBLE WIN!!

I feel like the only time they would switch dynamics where Vanida is in control in the bedroom, is if Vanida was like... particularly upset. Maybe someone trying to claim Whitney as theirs, or trying to put a claim on her. She'd take control, asking Whitney to either reassure her that she is theirs, or asking Whitney to say "I'm yours": which both, I imagine make Whitney lowkey giggly. Like WOW, you want me sooo bad ( she wants vani just as bad )

Though anon, if you mean penetration-wise? I don't think they'll switch that up LMAO

Maybe Vanida suggested it once, but I don't think Whitney would ever agree to that. Like yeah yeah, g-spot in the prostrate whatever, but she does NAWT like being reduced to a whimpery, crying mess. And Vanida is also lowkey against it too, because if Whitney's cum goes anywhere that isn't in her, or on her, she's going to get upset. ( Vanida is a 'remove condom' fiend, but it's okay she takes contraceptive pills )

WHICH!! THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME RANT ANON, I HOPE I ANSWERED SUFFICENTLY!

which also, whitvani possessive in-game moment for you

[starflungwaddledee]

if starstruck Dee gets a comically large bow then Marc should have the comically large eyelashes

i was actually thinking that they both already have bows and eyelashes. consider: the ol' switcheroo

[skeletons-in-ur-closet]

so like do i kms or what

[orphiicheartd]

TO ME, the parental Leech's are essentially Morticia and Gomez, with a dash of Nadja and Lazlo.

[cerealmonster15]

Hi Cereal! Hope

Your day is going well so far! 9 and 15 for the fic asks? :)

HI ISA THANK YOU!!! i was waiting til i got home to answer!

9: How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I can't really remember EXACTLY, but back when i was a child in the early 2000s days of internet and on neoseeker forums, i liked seeing stories people would write in the forums dedicated to more creative things, be it fanfic or original stories. i read fics on ffnet, and my cousin even wrote some harvest moon fics that my other cousin and i would read and talk about lol. honestly it always comes back to harvest moon; i liked reading and posting in the threads/forums for harvest moon fics/roleplays [they were BAD bc i was like. 10 years old more or less lol, but i had fun and no concept of what good writing meant]

i don't really remember what got me into writing fics again more """seriously"""" when i got a little older. i never made a ffnet account despite reading and commenting anonymously for a good few years, and i dont remember how or why i made an ao3.

i was under the impression that rvb was what started it, but i remembered recently that like. i KNOW i wrote some homestuck oneshots back in the day. i very specifically can recall a silly croxy oneshot i wrote, but it's nowhere to be found on my ao3.... and there's even evidence of me having done a homestuck secret santa fic swap bc i have one in my gifts from someone and im p sure thats what it was from. so like, i THINK i mustve made ao3 during my homestuck era [bc that came before rvb; i got into homestuck in high school and i didnt know rvb until i started college] but i guess at some point i got embarrassed about my old homestuck fics and deleted them? which i dont really remember doing, so i have no idea when that happened lol. that or i only ever posted them on tumblr.... if i even posted them here? idr!

anyway. tldr: it always comes back to harvest moon / video game forum neoseeker / in general i just get possessed by The Madness and have to write it down. thats what drives me more recently lol.

15: Does anyone you know in real life know you write fanfiction?

jdkfhsklg. there's a small handful of people from irl that follow me here and i do cross post my fics to tumblr so i'd imagine yes, but none of them are into twst which is currently the only thing ive really been writing fics for these days. i also get too embarrassed if i think about it too long so i like to pretend no one knows LOL please dont perceive my antics....

but also when i got BACK into writing fics after like a year or two of not writing anything, when i started writing twst fics, i was just writing them in word docs and sending them to my friend over discord based on our inside jokes and au brainstorming we used to do in the dms bc we got into twst together and there wasnt really much of an eng fanbase back in the early days. and i still send her the google doc links when i write them even tho we dont really talk twst aus like we used to lol. ill just be like "i had an idea / ive been writing this a few weeks here" and then i go put it on ao3 lol jsdklhgksjd shes an irl buddy, so not on tumblr or ao3.

and then my partner. he knows. and he also knows everything i do in life makes me feel irrationally embarrassed so we often joke that my doodles and fanfiction are like, the biggest sin in the entire world. he'll jumpscare me in my room and i slam my laptop shut and hes like 🧍 what are you doing. you better not have been in the google docs. what da hell were you writing 🧍 but he also doesnt know twst outside of what ive told him / random stuff he makes up to try and get a rise out of me lmao so he's never read them. but he knows i write them.

aside from that. NO. and i would like to keep it that way fjksldjfklsjg only people that i think will be cool about it can maybe know and even then im. shy. fjsdklfjskldhlksdjkfl like it's hard enough posting my fics HERE!!!!! the second i hit post i get anxiety jitters and need to go walk around to distract myself from the everything.

i love talking for 900 years to answer 2 questions LOL

[question post🧡]

[painfully-unoriginal]

Are you still looking for sketch prompts?

Ya I'll take some

[feral-ass-raccoon]

i'm bored as shit. have some random genderfuckery tricks i like to pull in public because it's funny

[just for some context: i'm like a stereotypical white girl. barely above 5', pale as hell, round faced, and i have blonde hair/blue eyes. i look like a fucking 6th grader. i do all of these as much as possible and i've had at least 4 different people do double-takes when they see me]

1] i dress in faded colors. like not super bright, not pale/pastel, buy i wear a lot of green, purple, black/grey, and sometimes blue. maybe not a big deal but it does mean i don't blend in easily w/ other girls at like. the mall nd shit

2] i do the Man Sit. you know the one where they have their legs spread wide and they lean forward w/ their elbows on their thighs and clasp their hands?? yeah, that. hell even just sitting with my feet apart.

3] sometimes i wear makeup but it's. JUST a little bit of eyeliner. i spend maybe five minutes on it. it's usually a day or two old. i simply do not care but some people look at me weird??? idk but it's funny

4] i look people in the eyes* when i'm walking. usually bc i'm staring at wherever i'm going but sometimes someone will make eye contact and i don't bother looking away. they usually do lmao

5] usually when i'm out with friends i'm the shortest one there [85% of my friends are taller than me by at least 6 inches. sobs.] but like. it's not a huge deal until i'm walking with 4 other people that are all a foot above me in height and ig that's confusing for some people. again idk why this works

6] i never rember my glasses but i don't wanna make it obvious, so i don't squint per se??? but like i do kinda narrow my eyes and apparently it looks like i'm staring something/someone down. according to a friend. so maybe i can actually pull off a death glare

anyways. yeah i've had a grown ass man look personally offended because i walked by and didn't acknowledge him and that was way too much of an ego boost for 7th grade raccoon <3

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmate AU of sorts? Like, every subject of Ymir gets visited by the Godfather at some point during their life. The Godfather comes to the person “at the right moment” with a few ring models for the person to choose within (each ring is made with the respective person in mind and their personality/life, all made by Ymir herself). The one ring that gets chosen is then given to their soulmate by the Godfather. The whole idea is for the person to get their ring back from their soulmate when they meet (if they meet) (and for the soulmate to get their ring too from the person).

NO RING LOOKS ALIKE. EACH ONE IS UNIQUE, MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR THE PERSON.

IF the person doesn't like any of the rings, they can describe their dream ring to the Godfather. However, in that scenario the person doesn't get to see the ring until they meet their soulmate. IF the person refuses to choose a ring altogether (say they either don't believe in soulmates or have no interest in taking part of this), the Godfather decides for them. That's for in case the person changes their mind at some point.

The soulmates don't have to be strictly romantic or anything like that. The pair(s) are decided based on how compatible the two are, made by Ymir herself to help her subjects avoy the pain and suffering she went through for loving the king. They're perfectly made for each other so to say. Still, Ymir doesn't force anything on anyone. She just wants to help.

IF the soulmate isn't a subject of Ymir, then they don't get to choose a ring (for example, Niccolo doesn't choose a ring BUT gets Sasha’s ring. And Sasha doesn't get any ring, but she gets to choose hers). Theoretically speaking someone can have more soulmates, but the cases are extremely rare.

No ranting about JeanMarco with this one, mostly because I don't have much to say on the matter lol. Marco gets Jean's ring within a few weeks prior to enrolling and Jean gets Marco's ring two years into their training (because let's be honest, Jean at the very beginning wouldn't be ready for the realization that Marco's his soulmate. Jean after two whole years of friendship though?). I don't see Marco going around asking people about their ring and stuff, so he keeps it ‘secret’(he just doesn't open the subject). Is only when Jean goes to Marco and shows him the ring Godfather gave him that, you know, pieces start to fall into place. Marco doesn't even let Jean rant excitedly about it, he straight up pulls out the ring out of the pocket and pushes it in Jean's face. The whole situation is chaotic. I think. Too tired to think properly rn.

[alamari-chibi]

@pocket-size-cthulhu

I'm making a separate post bc I kind of sent myself down a rabbit hole. I wanna clarify that I am a Big Hozier Fan and that most country music is a different lyrical ballpark entirely bc of the nature of the genre. (If I had to describe it I'd say it's more literal and storytelling than the whole, like, in-the-woods poetry thing hozier's got going on.)

Anyway I tried to find some that have the same kind of poetry to them or at least aren't about dirt roads and, like, alcoholism. (this is very hard to do there are so many songs about drowning your sorrows in alcohol. I think maybe that's a bad thing but what do I know about songwriting)

Zach Bryan - Something in the Orange

Ryan Bingham - Wolves

Deana Carter - Strawberry Wine

Chris Stapleton - Tennessee Whiskey

Brooks and Dunn - Neon Moon

Uncle Lucius - Keep The Wolves Away

Juice Newton - Angel of the Morning

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down

The Band Perry - All Your Life

Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance

Josh Turner - Would You Go With Me

I also have a few that I think just have generally clever lyrics that you probably won't enjoy very much if you don't like country music:

Rodney Atkins - If You're Going Through Hell

Sugarland - It Happens

Jessica Andrews - Who I Am

Billy Currington - People are crazy

Blake Shelton - Honeybee

Tim McGraw - Just to See You Smile

[13eyond13]

what kind of tags should I add to my tag index?

If you're one of the people who genuinely uses this gigantic blog of 30k+ posts as an archive for finding old Death Note things, feel free to drop me an ask or a comment here outlining any tags or types of posts that you wish were easier to find on your own (my current basic one is listed in my header under "tags"). Because I am definitely glad to have it treated as a fandom resource or whatever, and I'm thinking of updating my tags post soon to make it a bit more user-friendly for other people to sift through

[plushie-lovey]

Found an old pic of some plushies that are in storage currently!