#among us ven

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What hozier songs would fit your characters?

OH GOD DON’T GET ME STARTED, IM HOZIER FAN NO.1—

FSMP!Ven is Run — this song is about how Ireland destroys its own civilians, a nation betraying its own people. And c!Ven’s part of the system that destroyed the people of the realms. It’s really interesting bc the original quote that Hozier took to create this song, from James Joyce— “Do you know what Ireland is?’ asked Stephen with cold violence. ‘Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — frames Ireland’s destruction as a little bit loving, from a motherly figure. c!Ven did what he did out of love, and he was misled through parts of it aswell. It’s destruction for a misled “greater good,” and that’s c!Ven’s rotten core. (BUT i will also say, From Eden was the thing that inspired vengári, so credit where credit is due there, i love that song for him too <3 )

Evan (AmongUs! Ven) is Sunlight — whilst there’s been less content of him than most Ven varients, i’d describe him as kind and emotion driven even when it’s not smart to be. He’d defy or kill his boss if it meant his boyfriend surviving and thriving, and that’s the extremism that’s portrayed in Sunlight.

Marcel is I, Carrion (Icarian) — I think this one’s pretty self-explanatory, but it’s about how Marcel has been uplifted by love his whole life. Yes he’s been through things, but he’s been loved through all of them. It’s also very Lovebirds coded heheh. But will love be enough in the end for Marcel?

Nephrus is Unknown/Nth — This one was actually so hard to pick but i’m gonna settle for this. The most heartbreaking thing about Neph is that he’s never been known. Through his childhood, his young friendships, the times he’s been betrayed or treated like shit, all of those people didn’t care enough to know who Neph was. He’s been tricked all throughout his life. (I also think Run works for Neph too, since he’s the one being betrayed by his leaders. and bonus: Too Sweet is THEE Danphrus song and Wasteland, baby!)

and,,,, secret option from the guy who’s barely been introduced—

Agent Altas (c!Ven) is Arsonist’s Lullaby — this song is about being called to something, and not knowing why or how, and following the feeling until it brings you to destruction or destiny. Having a predetermined path you must follow. That’s Ven to a T. (this guy’s hardly been seen —asside from Fable survival games and one or two appearances other places, but trust me this guy is cool. content will come out about him soon (hopefully,,, IRL life has been crazy for me lately lol))

anyways hope y’all enjoyed the yap <3

[lolgamer2309]

Hey guys, me me when wet birds and among us stream me me when

[wise-girl13]

I have a wet birds fic already in progress but I'm definitely going to write an Evan and Helix Among us au fic where they're shuttle pod crash lands on the Fungle map so we can have a crush confession on the beach it's going to be pure fluff.

[lunar--iris]

I know everyone is fulfilling their bribes from the poll(tm) right now, which prison duo rightfully won. But I have a little among us wet birds fic that tickles my brain, and I need people to tell me what to do because decisions are hard :P

[glacialswordsman]

[canisvesperus]

Are we going to talk about the thinly veiled ableism towards high support needs autistic adults who frequent websites like deviantart for their hyperspecific non-fandomizable special interests, infrequent hygiene practices, “weird fetishes”, that are all clearly shaped by an experience with neurodiversity that is foreign to all y’all rebranded Asperger’s supremacists

[vendotlover]

chad baby im sorry i never kicked you it was rain that fucking bastard. anyways i miss among us. im going to drink heavily

[citrus-delight]

AK Awareness Masterpost | IMPORTANT

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As many of us are aware some recent things have come to light about the creator of The Mandela Catalouge, Alex Kister, and his behavior towards those he had close connections with. A majority, if not all of them starting out as fans within the tmc community.

I would like this masterpost to serve as a guide toward all the statements that have been made so far so that they can be more easily accessed among all the noise.

Please spread this as much as you can. Reblogs are heavily appreciated.

Alex has hurt so many people during his time online and no longer deserves to have a platform. He must be held accountable.

This list was last updated 5/20/24

Support the victims.

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Ven & DB :

https://archive.org/details/warning-about-alex-kister

https://x.com/stirringjuice/status/1770604474068779263?s=46

Mitcha :

https://twitter.com/archofcorpses/status/1767609789654163814

Jeremy :

https://twitter.com/jayncrawler/status/1767667323346063719

Donut/Quinn :

https://x.com/donutqq_qwq/status/1767619637380841535?s=20

https://x.com/donutqq_qwq/status/1767683591314587648?s=20

Von:

https://x.com/hellhdd/status/1767674284158193880

Evan:

https://twitter.com/lunarjournalist/status/ 1767618487352983581

Bella :

https://x.com/spookyfilez/status/1767760756190142561?s=20

Ezekiel :

https://x.com/scaraphim_/status/1767751629523079370?s=20

Additionally:

Mel :

https://twitter.com/immelithink/status/1767639333454905443

Dei :

https://x.com/elibbro/status/1767751500653011337?s=46

Ivy :

https://x.com/vhst4p3z/status/1767694118627500167?s=46

Anonymous Victim :

https://x.com/smiles_bunny/status/1768669303035904474?s=46

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Alex's Response:

https://docs.google.com/document/u/2/d/e/2PACX-1vQGk1kGN3LOn_zApZglMkq3cN1DKmfeCCkMwbZALxukeEyCK9eYuutpnE7945R_ezlFiT3ZYVG1iRYa/pub

Ven's Response :

https://archive.org/details/re-re_202406

[cloudshuffle]

a rose and its thorns. yan!sunday

nobility au

It was supposed to be a pleasant morning.

The maids had awoken you by drawing the curtains, letting in the clean, cheerful morning light. It was bright, but not so, just perfect for spending a day out in the garden.

Aventurine was away for the day, and Sunday told you as such, hands clasped behind his back in the mirror.

"Don't you have to be with him?" you ask. The maid doing your hair keeps her eyes low, feigning disinterest in the conversation. Sunday's eyes flick to her briefly, assessing her presence in the room - a familiar expression you see him wear a million times every day, observing, discarding, or filing away for future use. There's no wonder why he's the prince's most valued asset.

"No." Sunday smiles thinly, his version of wry humour. "My place isn't among the smell of soldiers and mud."

You laugh, and you don't catch the way his amber eyes glint in the sunlight flooding your room.

Dr Ratio was away for the day too - rare, but not unusual.

"He has a lecture to impart in the city library," Sunday says. "Seeing as the prince will be away today, I thought it best to make efficient use of his time and arrange him to be away from the palace today as well."

"So no lessons?"

"No lessons," he concurs. "Will you have your breakfast in the gardens?"

You would, of course. And with a snap of his fingers, servants are scurrying off to do his bidding. Sunday offers a gracious arm, and the two of you make your way downstairs.

"Lucky both the prince and his tutor aren't around today, isn't it? Boothill isn't around either; it's just you and me today."

Your words pierce him - have you caught on? He isn't ready to take you away just yet, and he hasn't quite had his fill of fun. But a glance at you tells him that it's just an off-handed comment.

"Oh, I'm just teasing." You mistake his tension for misinterpretation, and squeeze his arm lightly. "I just hope I'm not too much of a bother."

You? Never. "It is a butler's duty to be bothered by his wards."

You laugh lightly, and it lightens his heavy heart. Just a bit.

He leads you out to a quiet corner of the garden, one furthest away from the driveway and sheltered from the palace’s prying eyes by the old apple tree.

“I know everyone’s supposed to prefer roses,” you’re telling him. “But I do quite enjoy apple blossoms too. They smell so sweet, and they’re nice to wear in your hair.”

Sunday’s fingers twitch. Oh, how lovely it would be to see you with apple blossoms in your hair, to weave them in himself, to be able to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent mixed with the blossoms. His heart throbs.

But he has to content himself with less. For now.

“I could arrange for the maids to gather some flowers and put them in your hair tomorrow.”

“You would? Whoops.” You wobble in your impractical shoes over a particularly tricky patch of ground, and Sunday’s treated to the warm press of your body against his arm for a brief moment. He thinks he can feel your heartbeat, light as a bird, through the many heavy layers you have on. “I think Ven would like that!”

Ven. The nickname sours his mood, despite your beaming smile.

“Oh, sorry.” Your face falls. “It’s improper to call him by his nickname with other people, isn’t it?”

Sunday forces a polite expression back onto his face. “Not at all. I was simply… caught off guard. I wasn’t aware you were close in that way.”

You blush, faintly. “Well, I suppose we are.”

He’s eternally grateful when the topic turns to other things.

“You should sit.” You pat the table across from you.

“Thank you for offering, but I don’t need to sit.” With his hands behind his back, Sunday surveys the area. Where was that maid who was supposed to bring your breakfast?

“Don’t your legs hurt?” A glance at you reveals a full pout that tugs at his heartstrings. “I always feel bad for you whenever I see you standing all the time.”

He sighs, though he already knows he’d do it because you asked. “I suppose a moment wouldn’t hurt.” Sunday moves to take the chair opposite you.

The maid chooses this moment to make her appearance, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed like she’d just caught wind of some juicy gossip. You seem to chalk it down to the weather, however, and give her a cheerful wave.

This was the maid who did your hair.

Sunday realises this, just as she comes up to the table, trips, and goes sprawling towards you.

You yelp as hot tea and biscuits come flying, but what frightens you more is how quickly Sunday gets to his feet and hauls the maid away from landing straight into your skirts.

“Ow!” you gasp. A few scalding droplets land on your arms - nothing bad, just enough to catch you by surprise.

And there’s a smack, and a tearful exclamation.

Sunday towers over the maid, one of her slender arms gripped tight in his fist. Her other hand cradles her cheek, and she pulls desperately against his hold, both terrified and confused. Fury seems to have lent him a different sort of presence - something that feels almost like the butler’s true self.

“Sunday!” you gasp. When he doesn’t respond, you rest a hand on his arm. “Sunday, please. You’re hurting her.”

He turns to you, and you catch a glimpse of something in his amber eyes, dark and great.

You can’t help but flinch backwards.

His expression returns to some sort of normalcy, and he lets the maid go. She flees without another word, and you get the feeling this is the last time you’ll see her around the palace.

But neither of you are paying any attention to her. And as Sunday takes in your expression, his own dissolves into something akin to panic.

“I… I’m sorry. I really am.” He takes a step toward you. “I lost my composure. Please…”

Don’t be afraid of me. You can hear the words almost as clearly as if he had spoken them. Sunday’s gloved hands, always so steady as he signed important papers, handled the prince’s tea, guided you around the palace, were now trembling ever so slightly.

You take a step back. And the space between you feels like a chasm to him.

[gremlin-cryptid]

Hey Fablesmp tumblr what petnames would Icarus (Helix among us) use for Ven?

[kye-865]

I love the Fable among us streams.

There’s the half-panic of being the imposter in the normal rounds because they could get caught and then there’s the hide and seek rounds where everyone is like 10x more scary

It’s so cool to see the acting that can take place in a game like among us.

Some of the lines in those rounds were so cool but also terrifying at the same time.

“Please don’t your brother would be so upset-” “My brother is dead, and now you are too” (Ven and Rae)

“You will understand when you are older” (fuble)

I can’t pick exact quotes from everyone’s but like fucking Ari’s turn as imposter in the hide and seek rounds- the fucking evil laughing after killing someone.

And then cas as imposter in the normal rounds. Rae trying to convince people that it was himself and not cas-

Everyone was terrifying in the among us streams (/pos)

[lynxthewolf1]

The wet bird agenda was being pushed so hard during among us and I’m thriving right now. So here’s some of my among us wet bird head cannons

- there just two dudes who have a crush on each and are so obvious about it but ether completely oblivious or are to afraid to get into other relationship because of their past experiences with partners.

- Rodney starts calling Ven V as a nickname.

- I think Rodney knows there’s something going on between Helix and Ven. Kids are smart they pick up stuff sometimes before adults do.

- 2 touch starved co-workers walk into a room. They each other a hug after every few rounds just to have some sort of stability

- If wet birds got together Rodney would be THAT KID to be like “I KNEW IT! YOU GUYS LIKE LIKE EACH EACH OTHER!” and start singing the sitting on a tree song like an smug menace

- before Sherb finished their finale task the round Ven was imposter they somewhat hoped the round would end so they wouldn’t have to be the cause of Ven loosing. This one feels cannon

- Two birds on a wire-

- they hold hands in the corner during hide and seeks hiding together. Someone said this is Sherbs chat and I agree

- I’m not saying there gay I’m just saying there coded fruity

- They support each others wrongs. They might vote each other off but it’s to avoid suspicion gotta be able to keep playing the game to win the game it’s all part of the co-workers motto /lh

[autozer0]

I love the mental image of when Rae died for Ven in the among us stream just screaming “They’re not even cannon” from the grave/as a ghost, I think it’s hilarious even

[ocegion]

The age-old question: do Kingdom Hearts characters know what sex is? (disregarding the fact that I do not believe sexuality is a thing that exists in this universe but anyway)

Sora: He has some vague awareness that there is a special sort of friendship that involves occasionally holding hands. He's been trying to figure it out for some years now.

Kairi: By virtue of having gone to high school, she knows kissing is a thing that exists, and so considers she knows all about romance. Her knowledge is otherwise the same as Sora's.

Riku: If Kairi or Sora asked him anything about it, he would just give a smug/knowing smile and change the subject. Then he will discreetly go google what 'sex' is supposed to be. The resulting shock will send him on another years-long reflective journey.

Roxas: He is, mentally speaking, like Sora but with even less lived experience. He has no idea what it is, but he does know that does exist because he once overheard it from other organization members.

Xion: She didn't overhear it, but Roxas did bring it up to her wondering if she had any idea. She then proceeded to find out the truth, but wisely decided to keep it to herself up to this day.

Naminé: She knows, in the way she simply Knows Things. One of the many secrets she has been carrying.

Axel: He knows what sex is, and even knows technical details. He won't share it with Roxas or Xion, though. He thinks icecream sounds neater anyway.

Aqua: She has extensive biological knowledge of the process and purpose of sexual intercourse. She only learned it for academic purposes, however, and thinks it is only an anecdotical event that sometimes happens.

Terra: Absolutely no idea whatsoever, and if he was presented with evidence, it would somehow slide right off his psyche.

Ven: In his current state of awareness? No, not at all. He does know about handholding, and suspects kissing might be a thing but has no concrete evidence.

Vanitas: He pretends to know more about sex than he actually does. To him, it's all a very elaborate joke to mock people with, with the vague unexplored awareness that there is actual truth to it all.

Xehanort: As a young man? Definitely and smugly knows what sex is, probably when poking around things he wasn't yet supposed to know. As an old man? He has had sex.

Eraqus: This is the man Xehanort has had sex with.

Ephemer: Strictly and canonically speaking, this man has had sex and produced offspring. The details of why and how are yet to be disclosed.

Skuld: I feel that she knows what it is from having heard about it somewhere. It doesn't bother her, but if asked, she will pretend absolute naivety on the matter.

Brain: Just like Naminé, sex is among the things he Just Knows. Maybe he read about it in the book of prophecies, but I suspect he had previous knowledge.

Lauriam: He gives the vibe of having knowledge of sex and maybe even having some technical experience. However, the truth is much less clear, as he has never actually discussed it.

Strelitzia: In Daybreak Town, she had no awareness of the concept even existing. In Quadratum, however, she has social media which she mostly uses for fandom, so she has detailed knowledge of sex as an exclusively fictional concept.

[bahbzxxx]

Serenitea pot shenanigans 3~ Little Whopperflower🦋✨🌺

(Ven ven x reader)

~In which you decide that stealing his bowtie is the best idea ever🎀(TM)~

CW: it gets a little smutty

ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*。

"W-windblume? Windblume! There you are...I've been looking all over for you! I just- "

He stops.

You turn your head innocently, eyes a glimmer and hair gently flowing among the thousand winds.

"hmm..."

To the bard, you're always a stunning sight~ a shade more ethereal than white.

But you've really taken the cake this time~ spoiling him with this sight. Even if it meant you were a little whopperflower at the same time.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips. "Of course...I see..." He whispers to himself, soft and low.

A few hairs stick to your lips as you tilt your head innocently. You push them back.

"w-whats wrong?" You ask sweetly, trying to maintain eye contact. He naturally notices how your eyes dart to his chest for just a splinter of a moment, and how your cheeks gain a slight hue of pink. At his undone shirt.

You're holding back your giggles. He knows you are. You're batting your eyelashes...you know you're guilty. Every inch of you is riddled with guilt!

Yet here you are...wearing his bow, so beautifully tucked into your locks...feigning innocence.

"W-whats wrong?" Venti asks, playing fake ignorance to match the caliber of your acting skills. But you know that look. That mischevious yet silly smile growing on his face as he closes his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing, my muse! Ehehe..."

He comes closer, and you turn your head slightly away from him to hide your stifled giggles. He's right behind you now, just close enough to be touching. But not quite yet...

"I just...I can't help but feel I've misplaced something..."

"Oh really?"

You feel Venti's breath now, on the back of your neck. It gives you a rush of butterflies that you try so very hard to conceal from him.

"Oh...yes...I was going to wear it for our stroll tonight..."

"Oh, it's only a stroll, my love..."

"Not on evenings when it's with you, my muse."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you from that line. It's also so wonderfully comedic hows he's gone from increasingly suductive to pouty within a matter of seconds.

"Hey, what's so funny? It's true!"

"i-im sorry! C-carry on!" You giggle again, and he keeps pouting for a moment before getting back into character.

"so...what is it that youre looking for?" You ask, twirling the bow in your finger. "May I...help?"

His heart pounds out of his chest as you press your back into him. Would he really need to cut the act so short? You really are quite the tease, getting him all flustered...

...

You're being such a whopperflower in so many ways this evening!

"Ah...well...maybe if..." He begins to weave his fingers through your hair gently. You think he's about to take the bow out of your hair at first, but instead, he grips your waist and purrs into your ear.

"mmm...nevermind. I believe I've found it~my little whopperflower~"

"W-whopperflower? What's that me-ahh!"

You squeal as he wraps his arms around your middle tightly, lifting you off the ground and then plopping you onto the ground among the asters. He chuckles devilishly, lapping up the picture before him. What a beautiful sight it is, for his eyes and his eyes alone...wearing something belonging to him so graciously and lovingly. Even though it was stolen...sometimes, you just have to learn your lesson...right?

Immediately, his body is on top of yours, using his weight to pin you down so there would be no escaping his affect- consequences.

He proceeds to lay his love on you, letting his hands roam so freely along your body as he kisses you. Simple kisses on the lips become sloppier until they are no longer just on the lips, but all over your face, your neck, and even getting closer to your collarbone. The cute noises you make just for him fill him with more desire and love, so much so that his body aches from it. He groans against your neck, still trying to press into your body even more. You wrap your legs around his soft waist, eliciting an even stronger reaction from the bard. He chuckles darkly.

"Hm...you're enjoying this too much, aren't you, you little whopperflower..." He teases, his lips and breath brushing against the skin of your neck.

"N-no...what makes you think that?"

"oh?" He lifts his head, his hair brushing against your cheek and tickling you before his turquoise eyes shine in dramatized concern. "Then, pardon me! Since you're obviously not pleased...perhaps I should...hmm...I should go..."

Your eyes widen. You purposely stole his bow just to get this...

When he slowly and dramatically pulls himself off of you, drudgingly, you yank him back down by his collar. His eyes widen for a moment, but they become filled to the brim with lust and mischief within mere seconds.

"Wow, you~ you're asking for it now, you little weed..."

"I'm not a weed! I'm your windblume!" You pout.

"Oh? Are you sure? Positively absolutely sure?" He purrs, and then lovingly caresses your cheek~ the eye of the storm before he gives you your divine punishment.

"yeah!" Oh. That little pout.

"Aw...wonderful." He giggles and closes his eyes. An even denser fog descends upon the area. If you weren't even one hundred percent sure that the two of you had privacy tonight before...

Well...

His cape comes off so delicately. So, so very delicately. His hat, he places on top of it, giving it a few pats. His eyes are still closed. He seems so calm. At divine peace.

He gently, oh so gently, crawls on top of you, his braids gently tickling you in the face. For a little bit, he's looming over you, as if he's waiting for you to do something... His braids still dangling, brushing your cheeks.

You know very well how this works...It's your waiver, a contract between you and your lover...and this is how you sign it~ especially on evenings where he just knew that you may get a little...caught in the storm...

You undo his braids at a largo pace~ painfully slow and gently. You can see the cracks in his smile forming, and he's getting impatient. You giggle, imagining how this will present itself.

"Oh, my Little whopperflower, my sweet, lovely, divine, innocent whopperflower...I have all of the time in Teyvat for your shenanigans..."

_(_^_)_

TYSM for reading!!!🦋✨

[protoformx]

What it says on the tin! me and juice have been scrabbling everything we have together to get out of my mothers house!!! we're on a waitlist to one apartment complex and actively looking for others to apply to in hopes we can get out of here before the holidays!!!

the situation in the house we've lived in for the last year has been one of constant gaslighting from my mother which has grown to include an insane amount of passive aggression because we've complained. we pay for most of this apartments expenses when there's five people total crammed into the two bedroom we moved into. everyone but me and my mother work but if we ask for any leeway or help my mother chews us out about how my Grown niece and nephew that have jobs shouldn't have to lift a finger in the house. this includes every kind of chore (I do them).

Juice works a full time job 10-12 hours a day 5 days a week and the only time we get to be comfortable and relax is while being outside of the house he pays for. While home we aren't able to talk about or discuss anything without my mother coming down on us about how we're making up every issue we site and about how we're crazy. we get ganged up on by my niece and nephew whom she's ignored our want to kick out for months.

I'm physically disabled and unable to work anything that has me stand for more than 30 minute periods which has been an impossible job criteria to get into right now. I'm also mentally disabled with an unspecified dissociative disorder and psychotic episodes to boot. I'm unable to access healthcare and this situation has been actively making me sick to the point of weight loss and thinning hair among other hosts of things.

we should be able to organize our funds to move out on our own eventually, but are asking for crowdfunding to help us get out faster! things have been at a boiling point for about two months and we just need to leave.

long paragraphs summarized:

HELP A MENTALLY ILL TRANSGENDER COUPLE GET OUT OF A TOXIC HOUSEHOLD

buy us a coffee : wizardlocation

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ven /mo: Juice-Jubilee