#and neither of them can really talk about why that is

[astroyosei]

hmmm...

no

my beloved pisces bestie❤️‍🔥

no

no

happy single

i dont think about it, live for the present... truly idk. painless kinda fast? ig

sausage

yea, and hated anything i had to do in a group LOOOLLLL. ESPECIALLY volleyball ima top1 hater still, even after 10 years. I will be forever. Cursed afternoons of playing fckin volleyball

did in my childhood, out of stress, but not by now

as a kid. 8yo? after my classteacher witnessing is she told me im not allowed to hit the boys (i never hit gals in the first place, just boys when they fked me up with not letting me read in peace) cause im stronger than all of them and the only one capable doing a big harm. backflipped me when i was abused later by boys and still couldnt get myself to protect myself and fight back bc that memory as a 8yo burned into my brain

polyamory bisexual libra venus feels HAHAHAHAAAA loll like around ~10-12 ppl atm?

no

ofc a lot... im a scorpio ass rising lol

yea. my highschool pisces bestie. she was my favourite person. she was so smoller than me but the only person i felt ever safe with. physically emotionally spiritually. but like real. then she got offended when i said i dont wanna follow her christian religion. also i said i dont mind her being religious but pressing me into only talking about jesus is stg i dont like. she said im a terrible friend and cut contant with me. tried to pick up later (corona... ikr..), she ghosted me. still miss her and will forever. we are soulmates i'm sure. then my elementary school pisces / aries(?) bestie. she died at 9 yo in leukemia. i might be a terrible girl but i dont.. mind, she was so so fragile. so much. too good for this world, she left in time before she could experience all... this. I was always the strong loud brave one between the two of us (while im supersensitive empathetic all the pack) and i had a really hard time too. if she stays alive she would experience all... this world and also seeing me try to escape multiple times. i just know we would never let each other go, she was also my soulmate she would've seen it all. i miss her dearly but my soul is still calmer this way that she left. my love we didnt think this through... i will stay now that i made my place in the world for myself but... see, you can see from up there i just know, that how hard it was even for me and how many times i tried to disappear too. my love i hope you dont ever feel sad, angry or disappointed at me. i'll love you til eternity

i used to have a turtle, a red-eared slider for 21 years. i loved him dearly, told him about how boys hurted me in school and he listened. he was also able to look really deeply, understanding and serious in my eyes. i just knew he wouldnt laugh but if i let him, he would've go after all of them to bite their ass hehe. he died in october last year (2024)

i just phrased myself that all my life was about losing people and those dear to my soul wtf

never made out looool, so no, neither in the bathroom hehe (i would find it intriguing and interesting tho bc of the mirrors... i lob looking at myself in the mirrors😘)

i had in fact straight up, quite intense arachnophonia. then after healing myself out of depression anorexia ocd the arachnophobia disappeared by itself🙂‍↕️💕 (i know why, i looked up it, i just won't elaborate)

yea. to around ~2-5 yo for a couple hours, to my favourite playgrounds that already have been demolished since then. my sweet little aries moon soul would just love to roam there my god (im actually crying rn)

never in this lifetime yet:) i have visions of my previous reincarnations but not that detailed so idk about those

take a bath:] nothing else really ig rn

no (if u see me here dreaming of cum, its just my hormones and ovulation thank you) but never

no, and wont ever. i hate any kind of pain and for me its too girly. i have two already healed in my ears. my mom said i looked so boyish as a kid (cheeky, cool, no hair, boys clothes) nobody believed that im a girl. so she took me to the doctor for the wounds then got me earrings so after somebody didnt believe her abt my gender, she kept pointing at my ears "see shes really a girl she has earrings" i think she was terrible. being and said looking like a boy is not an insult. And reacting to those strangers this quickly and in forever style (my ears will never fully heal, they'll always show to some extent) I still look quite masculine and prefer to wear boys clothes without jewellery makeup and perfume. I was nonbinary for several years

i was always good in everything. but my favs were history, art, art history, hungarian grammar & literature (my 1st language), english, french, music, choir, biology, chemistry, ethics / moral philosophy

yea. already talked abt them in #14. also my dad. not my actual dad he was horrible, better that my mom kicked him out. but a stable and safe father figure. i crush on 50yo men and ikr its unhealthy but man... understandable. also a boy penpal, friend and crush from around when i was 14. we were so close i was the first one he told when he asked out his crush and she said yes. he even wrote me about his first kiss. but i had a crush on him too (which he was apparently unaware of, i found out later... i still dont know how. like ikr im amazingly intelligent but i was still so young at 14 yo how could i keep it as a secret heck... i could not be so clever and charming yet so idk...) he froze then got cold when i told him then we had a fight which he closed with saying "im done with all this, hit me up if u would want anything". I didnt even yell at him anymore i was so tired and sad. I didnt answer anything and he disappeared. Last time i saw him. He was so clever, so funny, so empathetic and such a nerd... A real shy loser boy... before they started dating. It got the worst out of him. He called himself a godemperor after that. I hate my men confident, it was disgusting and disappointing. Im so effin self centered i still cant be happy for him even after 10 years. he was my favorite little babyboy (he was 4 years older than me) and they took him from me

the people from my past you made me write about you little shit. or at least a nice man on my side rn to kiss me life again this world is evil they take everything away from me

　a lover boy. a lover

27. yea. the one which hurted the most was my mom's. i dont care abt anyone else's

28. no, single since birth:D

29. again, single since birth, but i generally always make people cry or hurt. heck even grown ass men. im raw, honest and straightforward. im sensitive too, but personally have a tough shell. i still cry sometimes tho... im sure i would make my partner cry all the time too.🤷 bitch born this way

30. too personal, but it sits outside my control. so i just wait. i will get it anyway

31. a lot of people:) im very lovable. and i love them too. but my 2 fave ones are my 2 bestie🩷🩷🩷💎

32. bloodred

33. its not issues, i just dont trust anyone.

34. i was in a school again and men tried to klll me. nothing new. #same shit since i was 7.

　i always dream of schools and my life is always being in danger

35. no one, never:) maybe when i was still a 2yo kid but i dont remember and i dont want to

36. what lol. im not giving😂😂😂😂

37. i never forgive, i continuously wish everyone 3x the pain i felt in my entire life to whoever wronged me:) it fits to my energy dont worry i got a lot of fire:) and i dont forget either. still, objectively, forgetting is easier

38. yea. each year getting even better than the last one and i will get the life i deserve very soon😘

39. not in this lifetime yet

40. No lol. Im always in danger while im all dressed up anyway

41- 50. are missing this is evil I WANNA SPEAK AND THEY DONT LET ME THIS CRUEL WORLD

51. white rice and broccoli. i eat it with chicken and mayonnaise / cheese bc of proteiiiin and energy^–^

52. yea

53. daydreamt of one my crush (hungarian cancer boy baby)

54. yea. im hedonistic, not territorial, curious and polyamorous mind you.

55. can be very much but usually not. i wanna shine all the time and i choose to do it with giving out good energy

56. 10? All boys, we were all under the age of 9yo and i won all the time

57. no. the closer people get the worse they seem

58. hot dry summer. the same kind of weather when i was born. hot and dry 38 celsius. im stubborn and nostalgic abt this one for some reason (im usually not nostalgic at all, but yeah, stubborn all the time😂😂😂)

59. yea

60. no. never dreamt of it as a kid either.

61. yea

62. a lot of thing:) im pretty optimistic. i worked hard for it and wont let it go for anyone

63. no, even though i wear my dads last name and i don't acknowledge him as my dad but still not. i believe in "nomen est omen" and last name counts too💪💪💪

64. never did yet whats this obsession with exes lolll

65. incorrect sweetheart. the min i found out im actually bi i asked my pisces bestie out and she said no bc "shes sure shes a hetero".😔😔😔💔 it happened like that. 20000 desd 3500000 injured.

66. no, and never will in my whole life. not with the same sex, no with my bf when i get one, this is not normal imo

67. a cheeky little shit from the netherlands (@.......hehehe)

68. my pisces bestie❤️‍🔥 about boys traumatic childhoods and the wounds they carry from it to their adult life❤️‍🔥

69. yea, and i found a lot of them already even tho im very young (22 yo rn, gonna be 23 in less than 2 weeks, on august 27th^^) my pisces bestie is one of them for sure❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

70. no

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[hemlocksweetcandy]

Alright I wanna talk about my favorite charecter now

(i use they/them pronouns for Zooble in the post would love to switch around but for understandings sake)

So by this we know that Cain has most likely been stalking Zooble and trying to figure out what they really want out of an adventure. We've seen Cain get continuously annoyed with them throughout the episodes trying to figure out what they want. However Zooble just wants to be left alone, something Cain possibly can't understand due to programming

Zooble could have just said the sex thing to screw with Cain but also good for them. Icon right here. However Cain does get upset about Zooble not enjoying his ideas and also questioning them repetedly. Cain leaves telling the group he didn't say "have fun" and Zooble looks annoyed (i would to). Cain can not understand why Zooble doesn't have fun. I don't think Cain is malicious he just wants people to have fun and struggles to understand why they don't.

Zooble is very protective of Gangle, stopping Jax from peer pressuring her into joining his team. They also steal back Gangle's happy mask.

This is such a sweet moment. Gangle doesn't want to win and most likely neither does Zooble. Gangle just wants to have a fun time and Gangle will do anything they can to help provide that. This is also showing an immense amount of trust from Gangle to let someone else hold onto her mask.

I've watched this scene so many times. Like I said in my Jax post I don't believe Jax views himself or others as human. While I believe that's a coping mechanism for him its not hard to see how it affects others. Also the lighting behind Zooble is amazing here. Zooble truly cares for Gangle and values her as another human who's struggling the same way the others are.

This part where Zooble tells Gangle that even if it isn't pretty the mask is a part of her and she should accept all of herself. also reflects on themselves. They suffer from body dysmorphia and even if something doesn't make sense it is a part of them.

Zooble and Gangle are also the only charecters with removable parts really. I think they feel more connected in this way. They both struggle to find the peice they need to fit them, that will fix them and then all their problems will be solved it they find it. But it doesn't exist. The best you can do is to

I think Zooble is also struggling they just don't let it show as much as others. They deal with things differently and don't seem to need others support to cope. That isn't to say they don't want it but I don't think they rely on it. Zooble might not rely on others but I think they are starting to open up to Gangle

Zooble is just so supportive here I love this for them. I think their main goal in this game was just to make sure Gangle had fun.

They aren't upset here because they know Gangle got what they wanted. They're more upset Jax and Pomni may beat them.

Zooble way not want to play the games but they are not willing to lay down and give up. They're going to fight until the end even if they lose. Honestly they were the strongest player here.

Also shout out to Zooble showing up to the cat show and then getting high on the stupid sauce. Also Gangle and Zooble are sitting together again!

Anyways once again if you have more to add please do I love hearing other peoples thoughts!

[sad-girl-hours23]

Bucktommy + offering the other your coat

So, four months later I'm finally answering this ask! Sorry for how long it took and also if it sucks and also also for the amount of times I used the word "pickle" lmao <3

It's been months since Buck's life was irrevocably changed and he's still adjusting to the new normal. He's starting to think it's a process that never really stops.

Part of that new normal finds him at a bar on Friday night with Hen and Chimney. And Tommy. Because they're friends now.

Buck watches in amusement as Hen and Chimney battle over a bowl of cocktail pickles set on the table between them.

Tommy leans further into Buck's space, pressing their thighs together and overwhelming Buck's senses. Every point of contact between them sets his skin on fire. "What is happening right now?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Hen crows in victory as she stabs the last pickle with her fork. She takes a bite as Chimney looks on in betrayal.

Buck picks up a fry, gesturing. "Why don't you just ask for more pickles?"

"Who even orders pickles at a bar?"

Buck laughs. "I know right."

Hen flicks pickle juice at them. "I like them."

"I also like them," Chimney says. "And this is why we'd never work, my dear Hen."

Hen nods sagely. "Pickle theory."

Tommy looks at Buck and smirks. "Surely there are other reasons."

Buck shakes his head and laughs. He turns back to Chimney. "Okay, I'll bite. What the hell is pickle theory?"

Chimney perks up. "It says that two people are compatible if one of them likes pickles and the other doesn't."

Buck frowns. "But what if neither of them likes pickles?"

Chimney sighs. "Well it doesn't have to be pickles—"

"Wouldn't they be more compatible if they both liked pickles and could share them?"

Tommy makes a noise of agreement.

"Hypothetically," Hen says, "there's one pickle. What then?"

Tommy clears his throat. "They take turns getting the pickle?"

Buck buries his face in Tommy's shoulder and laughs. When he sits up, Tommy's looking back at him with flushed cheeks and a pleased smile.

Buck rubs the back of his neck. "Um, I'm gonna get us a pitcher of water." He gestures towards the bar and slides out of the booth before he can do something impulsive like kiss his ex-boyfriend in front of Hen, Chimney, and the rest of the patrons in the bar.

Half an hour later they're all bumping shoulders and talking over each other as they walk outside. Buck doesn't want the night to end.

The cool night air sends goosebumps up Buck's arms. Before he has the chance to shiver, Tommy's shrugging out of his jacket and helping Buck into it.

Hen and Chimney stop and stare at them.

Buck and Tommy say "what?" in unison.

Chimney raises his eyebrows. "Did you two practice that little routine?"

Buck says, "I get cold!" at the same time Tommy shrugs and says, "I get hot."

Hen and Chimney share a look, muttering "pickle theory" at the same time before bursting into laughter. They take one last look at Buck and Tommy, link their arms together, and head down the street, their only goodbyes being a wave and a salute, respectively.

Buck pulls the jacket tighter around his shoulders, turning his face towards the collar — where Tommy's scent is the strongest. "You're always taking care of me."

A hesitant smile pulls as the corners of Tommy's mouth. "It's just a jacket, Evan."

"Sure, it's just a jacket. Like it was just a couch to crash on and just evading the army and FBI in a stolen helicopter.

Tommy laughs. Then he shrugs and says, "I like taking care of you." He says it like it's nothing—like it's the easiest, most inevitable thing in the world.

Buck steps closer. "I miss you. I miss us."

Tommy inhales deeply and exhales slow. "Yeah. Me too." He glances down the street, but Hen and Chimney are long gone. He looks back at Buck and says, "there's still so much we don't know about each other."

Buck nods. "Yeah. Probably a lifetime's worth."

Tommy makes a noise of agreement.

"It might just take forever to learn it all."

Tommy looks at Buck with wide eyes, his lips parted in surprise. "You—you don't think it's too late to start?"

Buck shakes his head and smiles. "Nah. Besides, I think forever started when you answered my call about the tour."

Tommy smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. "So what now?"

Buck dips his thumb in the cleft of Tommy's chin and looks up at him through his lashes. "Take me home with you."

Tommy puts his hands on Buck's waist, under the borrowed jacket. Buck wants to bask in the heat of his touch. "I may never let you leave."

"Good," Buck whispers against Tommy's lips. "That was the plan."

[trash-important]

HAHA I FINALLY WROTE THIS FRICKIN PART!

Part 3 of this, inspired by @hyperfixiation-station’s ignored!reader. If you’d like to be on the tag list, if you aren’t already, leave a comment please.

I really am struggling to rub my brain cells together and write this series. I’m not a writer Jfc.

Also I’ve been writing this “series” on mobile so if formatting is weird that’s why. It’s also why you get no italics cause imma tumblr writing noob.

Price talked with the medic about your condition, glancing at you occasionally, not that you noticed. The world was completely drowned out. Lifeless and empty. You didn’t bother to look away from the wall or attempt to understand anything they were saying.

The IV in your arm hurt, you assumed. Pain doesn’t really feel the same anymore, neither did your body.

You finally looked over at Price. He wasn’t looking at you at the moment, a frown etched on his face as the medic talks. Something bubbled in you, some sort of emotion that you couldn’t pinpoint, but it didn’t feel right. You wanted to scream at him, maybe punch him in the throat, but you also wanted to cry, let every ounce of water in your body out and shrivel into dust. Nothing about it made sense. What exactly was wrong with you?

“Hey.” Price spoke. You blinked, not even realizing he was looking back at you now. “How are you feeling?”

The silence that followed was tense. He wondered what you were thinking, unable to read your eyes the way he used to.

“Said you could get out of here once the IV runs out. You were in pretty rough condition.”

Like you didn’t know.

Did you know?

“Look- I’m sorry. I know-“

“Don’t.” It’s the first word you’ve said since they found you. He immediately shuts up and nods. “I’ll let the boys know you’re ok.” With that, he leaves.

You watch him go, wishing the door would hit him on the way out. The simple thought of the team makes you angry, the first real emotion you could understand. The pure loathing that thrummed through your veins made you want to scream. Why weren’t you good enough before? Why the hell do they care now? Do they actually care or are they just sorry?

You went back to staring at the wall, ignoring the shadows that now constantly stand in the edge of your vision.

The IV finally stops and the medic comes over to unhook it. As soon as you’re free you lunge at them, punching and kicking, back to feeling nothing as they scream from under you. You watched the blood start to flow from their face, ignoring the crunches of their nose and jaw cracking under your knuckles.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Price yanks you off the medic and you sit on the floor.

The boys stare at you in shock and worry. Price tends to the medic, getting another to help with the damage you caused.

Watching, you still feel nothing.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” Soap scowls even though concern shines in his eyes.

He gets no response, seeing the emotionless expression in your face.

You don’t know why you did it, nor did you seem to care. You just knew you wanted more.

At least that’s what the voices tell you.

I tried adding everyone who commented on the last post on the taglist. Some people’s blogs did not pop up when typing names but I left them here in case someone can tell me if I spelled them wrong or something or why they won’t appear.

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[rave94]

a concept dump post because the Trash Heap worms don't leave my brain

this one's gonna get long ↓

okay! so I wanted to talk about some other concepts aside from the battle system I've established so far within my Trash Heap!!!

EDIT: I remembered I wrote more about their battle system here lmao sorry

seriously, this feels like a disease.

The relationship ft. my fave lil drawings

I need to spread my truth: Tenna fell first, but Spamton fell harder. Both of them were REALLY insecure about admitting their feelings because they didn't know if the other one felt the same. guyse, c'mon.

I'm tired of Spamton being a dick with his feelings: whenever he has the chance, he makes sure to show off or include even the slightest mention of Tenna in a conversation.

For example, if you ask him how he's doing, he'll reply something like "as long as Tens is alright, I'm alrighty too" and then yap about him. He's so obsessed with his husband, leave him alone. (And so is Tenna. They're so in love, they make me sick).

Neither of them can't keep their hands off from eachother. They're hugging, holding hands, nose nuzzling, Spamton sits on Tenna's lap or lays on his chest, Tens plays with Spam's hair, and more thingies most of the time. The definition of teeth rotting fluff.

Spamton's speech quirk

As some of y'all have seen on my posts (and in other UT!Spamtenna takes), his speech is based on letters and mails. He starts a conversation with a greeting, then speaks normally, and afterwards signs off. He can also use e-mail related words (like; forward to, reply to all, subject, etc).

If he doesn't know the name of someone, his greeting includes the word that best describes the person he's talking to.

When he begins with "To/From", "Replying to:", he doesn't sign off and can continue with his normal speech. Also, "Replying" is used more often to answer questions.

If he wants to add something else after he finishes speaking or gets interrupted, he'll add a PS "note".

I really wanted to add his broken speech from DR as well, but I thought it'll be too much just for him. So, instead, Tenna is the one who has a harder time speaking.

Bonus Fact: He is threatening and rude if you're a bad person towards him or Tens.

Tenna's downfall

Mettaton wasn't the one who replaced Tenna. It was someone else. who? i don't know yet lol sorry.

Tenna's downfall happened many years after the CORE was finished being built and around the same time the sixth human fell.

If Tenna was a very well-known face, why nobody helped him after? uh, I don't have proof for this, but I think there's some sort of Gaster bullshit involved here. (I don't really wanna add the whimsy mysterious slimy old guy to his lore, but if he was somehow involved in Tenna's existence, that'll explain why he got forgotten so easily tho).

But, as someone who is studying Communication and knows how media works, he would've gotten replaced and forgotten sooner or later.

anyways, silly thing I did based on this thought.

gaster has enough kids with the skelebros, am I right?

...

who said that??

Some relationship dynamics with other people

Spamton DOESN'T stand Sans. Mostly because he ignores his mail (which he has to get up EARLY to go collect and deliver, and that means at least two or three hours away from Tenna). And something about the funny bone man doesn't make sense to him. Oh, also Sans has caught Spamton pick-pocketing.

I got inspired and made this thing to explain it better lmao.

If Tenna and Papyrus met, my boy Paps would keep encouraging Tens to become again the star he was, and even suggest him to try to go and work with MTT or go ask Dr. Alphys if she can get him repaired. They would fanboy hard over Mettaton, by the way.

Already said it here, but Bratty & Catty are like their biggest enemies. Is not that serious, tho. In fact, the girls find them cute, and the fellas think of them as some kind of nieces.

Flowey has, indeed, befriended and killed them on multiple occasions.

Speaking of which, sometimes they experiment déjà vu, but shrug it off. They don't talk a lot about it, but they're horrified about the thought of something bad happening to either of them.

aaaaannndddd I think that's it for today! that was a lot, sorry, but if I didn't tell someone about this I'm definitely gonna go insane.

thanks for passing by!!!! and your support on my AU, it means a lot really <3

[spookie-bitch]

Wednesday Addams Headcannons

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem reader Contains: fluff, slight NSFW, has some headcannons relating to family Warnings: slight NSFW, dark themes

Word count: A/N: sorry for not posting a lot, what I post tends to depend on my hyperinflation at the time so idk why I bother trying to schedule projects (sorry for all who are waiting for more parts to "Love at First Bite,") i'm really trying to write for myself because that's the whole point of it. My work is always better that way anyways.

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SWF

★ when it comes to physical affection, PDA, and things of that nature, I find that most people like to think that she's on one end of an extreme. Either she really hates it, but might tolerate it for her s/o, or she's like her father, always affectionate no matter who's watching.

★ to me it's seems more reasonable she'd be somewhere in between. She more than tolerates, maybe even enjoys physical affection when it comes to her s/o

★ it's a slow process, but eventually she warms up and is comfortable with more and more

★ but, I don't think she's fond of PDA. She's not used to being vonurable, and getting to see that softer side of her is a privilege she reserves only for her s/o.

★ besides, she wouldn't want people thinking she into all that lovey-dovey romantic stuff anyway. She's got a reputation to uphold after all— a reputation that might just survive the occasional hand holding.

★ pet names are mostly used more frequently in private, but she doesn't not use them in public either

★ she simply does not want to be that one couple that over uses terms of endearment to an obnoxious level (you know what I'm talking about)

★ some general pet names one might hear as her s/o would include: darling, mi amor, caro mio, and amore. Although, there's most definitely more that are specific to your personality

★ Quality time is very important to her. It doesn't matter what she's doing, she wants you there.

★ the best kind of quality time in her opinion, is when the both of you are in the same room working on different things. For example, she could be working on her novel while you're doing homework.

★ communication is key in a relationship with Wednesday

★ I don't know if you've SEEN her, but she's a little autistic and definitely won't pick up on ANYTHING you try to put down. Yes that includes flirting

★ the silent treatment? You must be stressed and need some time to yourself. Dropping obvious hints as to what she did wrong? Flies right over her head. Giving subtle clues that you like or dislike something? Why're you being so weird?

★ If she's done something wrong, you need to tell her what it is and why it upset you.

★ it might feel like you're in a mutual arrangement rather than a relationship, but ground rules, boundaries, likes and dislikes need to be verbally communicated

★ at the end of the day Wednesday does love you, she's just not used to that feeling, the vulnerability, and the softness of it all. Some days you might question this, and so may she,but neither of you can deny or ignore how her eyes soften when she looks at you, how her voice looses it's usual bite, and the small almost inexistent smile she gives you when the two of you are alone.

DARK

★ let's all get one thing straight, she's possessive not jealous

★ Wednesday had never, never cared what people think, she is better than everyone. Period. Why would she have any reason to be jealous? People should be jealous of her.

★ you're her's, and people should keep their hands, claws, fangs, and all other body parts off what's her's. Unless they'd like to loose a few of course.

★ don't misunderstand me, just because you're her's doesn't mean you can't do what you want. You're not a pet nor an object and she's not your owner, you simply belong to her. If that makes sense

★she'd also never blame you for someone else's idiotic behavior. You could never ever do anything wrong in her eyes. Why get upset with you when they were the one sticking their snout where it didn't belong?

★ your guy best friend is too touchy, trying to spend too much time with you, looked at you for too long? Depending on her mood when witnessing the offense, she might give them a warning, but I wouldn't count on it.

★ The punishment will always fit the crime.

★ spending too much time with you? She'll lock them somewhere dark for hours until she's decided they've learned their lesson. Too touchy? 3rd degree burns on their hands, and if it's a repeated offense, they might loose a finger. Looked at you for too long? Alcohol to their eyes.

★ I think she likes to mark you in more subtle ways, like with her lipstick and her scent

★ if you want a little more extreme markings, like bite marks or branding, you'll have to ask

NSFW

★ honestly, I don't think Wednesday is big on sex. It would require her to be far too vonurable for her comfort

★ thought, just because she's not big on it doesn't mean it's not a possibility

★ she definitely has to have been with you for about a year before that's on the table. It's not like a rule for her that she has to wait that long, that's just how long it'd most likely take for her to get comfortable enough

★ the first time you and Wednesday have sex, its pretty vanilla. You're both still figuring out what you like, and you're both probably pretty timid

★ eventually things will heat up and it will get less awkward and less vanilla

FAMILY

★ as we all know, Wednesday's relationship with her mother isn't great, and she doesn't seem to interact much with her father

★ when the two of you first start dating, she dreads the day she has to inform her parents

★ not because she's embarrassed of you or anything like that, she'd just rather pull off all her fingernails one by one than have to witness her parents fawn over you for half an hour

★ this applies mostly to Gomez, but Morticia would definitely be excited too

★ when she introduces you to them Gomez welcomes you to the family with open arms—literally. Wednesday has to snap at her father to release you from one of his bear hugs before you suffocate

★ Morticia is a little more reserved, a small "welcome to the family," along with some light questions is all you'll most likely get from her

★ she just wants to get to know who her daughter is dating before she decides you're officially apart of the family

★ Pugsley ultimately decides that his sister in a relationship is "gross," and keeps out of it as much as possible

Thanks for reading! I know it was a lot sorry lol

[mymydgaf]

Fucked around and found out

Pairing: kk Arnold x reader

Synopsis: you were scrolling on TikTok and came across a TikTok couples prank trending “being rude to my gf prank”. You thought that this was the perfect opportunity to get back at your girlfriend as free she was always bickering with you, what you didn’t know was how she was going to react.

Y’all this is just a little blurb of an idea I got from tiktok. I’m sorry if this is butt bootty bouncing ass cheeks… my sincere apologies my queens and kings!!

I also did not proofread…

“I was scrolling and I seen this trend of being rude to your significant other, and I thought it would be hilarious to do it on kk!”

“ I truly don’t even know how this girl is going to react but I’m just a lil scared no shade……” you said while biting your finger.

You took up your phone and his it between some books in your bookcase. “ alright y’all pray for me… I might need it…”

“KAMOREA COME PICK UP YOUR FUCKING SOCKS AND SNEAKERS.” You yell through the house.

You heard quick shuffling coming from the room you and kk share.

“Oh shit I’m sorry about my mess baby but why are you calling me by my government…?” Kk questioned while picking up her socks and shoes she left after morning practice.

“Because I’m always cleaning after your shit like I’m your mother. You need to get a grip and get your shit together the fuck.” You replied with attitude laced in your voice while snatching your dog and walking in the kitchen.

Kk jerked her head back while looking at you like you had five heads. “ baby are you okay? Why are you speaking to me like that? Did I do something today? Did I miss some-

“Holy shit do you ever shut the fuck up.. all you do is talk talk talk but you can never get your shit together-“

Within no time in the midst of your rant you felt your hair get snatched back and a hand on your neck.

Kk repeated this time with a low stern voice “ I’m going to ask one more time who the do you think you’re talking to.”

You couldn’t seem to find your voice, neither her eyes.You got nervous around her although you knew you were just playing round.She nudged your head so that your eyes meets hers.

“ you was just talking hot shit but now you lost your voice and can’t even look at me.” She said in between a laugh and a cough.

“I’m sorry baby it was a prank for TikTok “ you blurt out.

“Bro no way you are fucking lying” she let go of your hair and neck.

“Bruh I was so confused I was like what did I do to my sweet baby” she laughed while hugging you.

“I’m so sorry boo I was really going in on you girly.” I chuckled.

“ yeah you was talking to me like I was bitch on the street. I literally forgot how slick your mouth got.” She said while cradling your head.

You kissed her on her cheek and went to go get the phone.

“Alright y’all as we seen we got her and we got her good. She wanna be out here grabbing hair and shit like we won’t fight right now” you said to the camera while rolling your eyes.

“Girl please be real with yourself bookie”. She replied with sass while grabbing the phone. “ y’all know that ima come back 100x harder, she thought this prank was one of them ones but boo I got a good one up my shoulder” she said while pressing the red button to stop recording.

[laismoura-art]

I think what upsets me the most about Morpheus and Lyta's whole antagonistic relationship is how it was all just one big miscommunication from BOTH parts.

Like, if Morpheus had just said "you can keep your child but in the events of my death he will have to return to the Dreaming (become Jacob Anderson) and rise as my successor" Lyta would've joined forces with Nuala and become Dream's biggest defender because him living means her keeping her son, and that's all she ever wanted!

And from Lyta's part, I think she lacked action. She is a Dreamer like any other, she can go to him if she so desires (Nada had no problems finding him, and her matters were hardly as pressing), why didn't she show up to his throne room and told him if he wanted her kid he would've to go through her? Thus giving him the opening to offer her the very same explanation from above. (Heck, he shows up at her HOUSE to check up on Daniel. She could've talked to him instead of shooing him like she does)

Lyta moved mountains for Daniel, but only AFTER losing him, why wasn't she this force to be reckoned with when she still had him?

Truth is, neither really wanted that conclusion, cause that was such a loss not only for them both but also for Daniel.

I actually would've loved to see Lyta becoming a reluctant ally to Morpheus rather than just the tool of his demise. It would've been kinda badass:

Lyta: Do not forget, I still find you despicable, and only stand by your side for my son's sake.

Dream: It would be foolish of me to ever think otherwise, Lyta Hall.

[disneyprincemuke]

i request not in the same way by 5sos with mick have it blaring and hurry it up please thank you

i said lyrics, lark. these are not lyrics, this is a whole ass song

pairing: frat!mick x fem!reader

notes: i'd shower in frat aus if i could btw

you said you were done with this. the alcohol, the parties, with him – mick.

yet when your friends flashed the party flyers they were handing out, you found yourself here anyway.

you carefully weaved through the growing crowd in the dark, neon lights occasionally hitting familiar faces that you'd greet with a small smile.

lando and max are arguing at the dj booth as they hunch over a laptop. there's a bunch of their frat brothers at the pool, taking turns to push one another inside with a group of girls riling them up with cheers. then there's george leaning against the bar counter, chatting with alex on the other side.

george catches you first, leaning at the bar. “we weren’t expecting you tonight.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line. "neither was i."

"shot?" alex tilts towards you. “it’s not your vodka, but i've got something similar."

you take one more look around the crowd. the crowd around the beer pong is rowdier than when you first glanced over. there's some girl laughing maniacally as the crowd around her went crazy, and charles on the other side with his head hung low in defeat.

what's the worst that could happen?

so you say yes. six shot glasses clink onto the counter.

"so," alex says softly, scratching the back of his neck. "um..."

george blinks. and you feel it: the way they wanna ask you questions you don't have the answer to. instead, george pushes a shotglass towards you and alex.

alcohol is courage, after all. so george finally turns to you and presses his palm against the countertop. "so, you're here."

you glance at him from the corners of your eyes. "so i'm here."

which shouldn't be a surprise. you’ve been gone almost 2 weeks after haunting this house like it was your second skin.

"why, exactly?" alex hums with a small teasing smile. "if i remember correctly, you said you hated us."

"that's not what i said," you huff, holding a finger up to keep george from saying his piece. "i said that i hated mick."

alex waves his hands in the air. "i'm pretty sure you specifically said you hated this entire frat and that," he pauses to clear his throat, "we're all dogs who hate women."

although, when you said that, you were drunk out of your mind. could they really fault you for not remembering what you said exactly?

"you were half right, though," george mutters, nodding. "anyway..."

they start to talk. some gossip about the guys in the younger frat next door — something about their sophomore heart throb spotted out on a cute date with some stem major in a fancy restaurant.

you’re not exactly subtle about your true intentions. still scanning the house for his face. pretending to listen. pretending not to look over your shoulder trying to meet a familiar pair of eyes.

finally, alex sighs. “we don’t know where he is.”

you hum innocently, tilting your head. "who is?"

"mick?" george chuckles, nodding. "we haven't seen him since the party started."

"but," alex sighs, "could be upstairs.”

before you can answer, the crowd erupts. head tilt up and yours follow instinctively.

there he is — coming down the stairs with that signature polite smile. a girl by his side, dress tugged, hair messy, and both of them flowing with what everyone knows they’ve been doing.

cheering breaks out. his flushed cheeks, the way his chest heaves. you know that look too well.

alex nudges a shot towards you. george slides the remaining 2 along.

"you're gonna need it," george mutters, pressing his lips together.

you down all 3, one after the other, without another thought. it doesn’t burn like you’d expected. it feels like home, and it does nothing against the ache of watching him move on.

until he sees you. he always sees you. that scowl, that silhouette — he would recognise that anywhere. and it drags him straight toward you.

he promised you, the last time you spoke, that he’d do his part in staying away. 

until today.

“it’s not what you think.”

you scoff. “right. cause you guys were just talking upstairs?”

he sighs, leaning against the counter. he leans in slightly. “you broke up with me.”

your head snaps toward him. “so?”

you hear the shuffling from george and alex. when you briefly glanced over your shoulder, they’d evacuated to the other end of the bar to serve the partygoers.

“what do you mean ‘so’?” mick mutters. “stop looking like i did something wrong. we’re broken up.”

but that’s how it goes, doesn’t it? you break up with each other and find yourselves in each other’s beds again weeks later. muttering about fixing it and being better for one another. then it’ll get better for 3 months before the same damn thing happens again.

someone always caves.

just so happens this time it was you.

“you didn’t text me,” you snarl, turning fully to look at him. “and now you think pulling some girl upstairs is gonna erase me?”

mick huffs. “is this the part i’m supposed to start explaining?”

your jaw ticks. “i don’t know. are you going to?”

“she doesn’t mean anything,” he lowers his voice as if it would soften the blow. “i don’t even remember her name.”

“sure, you do,” the edge of your lip twitches slightly into a smirk. you angle your body away from him. “you liked her, didn’t you?”

“no.”

“well, enough to bring her upstairs to your bedroom.”

he hesitates, torn between walking away or digging himself deeper. he rakes a hand through his hair. his cheeks are still flushed, though whether it’s from her or from you, you’re not too sure. “you ended it, remember? you told me you were done with me.”

“and you believed me?” the words spill before you can think. too fast, too honest.

for a moment, the noise of the party dulls to nothing but his breathing, your pulse and the heavy silence between you.

he leans closer, enough that you catch the scent of his cologne under the alcohol. “you want me to believe you don’t care, but you’re at my party. you came looking for me, didn’t you?”

you scoff. “don’t flatter yourself, mick.”

he sucks in a breath. “then what are you still doing here listening to me tell you that she didn’t mean anything to me?”

at that point, you should have walked away. pushed him off and let him rot in his skin without you.

but you turn your head again to meet his gaze anyway. “because you’re mine.”

his eyes flicker, searching yours like he’s trying to find the piece of you that still wants him — the piece you swore you buried.

your lips carve into a sinister grin. “you think you’ll find anyone who knows you like i do?” you lean in slightly and you notice how his breath hitches. “you really think anyone else could make you feel the way i do?” you pull back. “dream on.”

somewhere behind you, someone yells about the next round of beer pong. the music blares louder, and still, the 2 of you just stay where you are.

he narrows his eyes. then it seems like clarity washes over him. because he takes a step back and chuckles. “you’re fucking crazy.”

you don’t say anything. not much, anyway. “i love you.”

his grip on the back of your seat tightens. his gaze cuts back to you. you wait, daring him to say it back.

he bites the inside of his cheek. “you staying the night or what?”

you grin. “yeah.”

come join my frat party

[vamillepudding]

Ficlet: Tim/Alex

Inspired by the fourth scene in this awesome fic by @suggsygirl69 because I'm insane. I hope you don't mind that I took your idea out for a little spin!

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Alex straddles him before he can protest, trapping him on the bed. Then he looks down, and he’s got that shimmer in his eye that Tim by now is well familiar with: excitement, like a naughty school boy who knows he’s doing something wrong, coupled with that mild amusement that always makes him seem like he knows more than anyone else in the room.

Right now, however, there’s something he doesn’t know yet, because Tim is only just learning this about himself, too. The way things are going, though, Alex is bound to find out any second, if he doesn’t bloody move.

“Get off me, you twat,” Tim snaps, trying not to let the desperation seep into his voice.

Alex does not get off. Instead, he stays right where he is, still looking down at Tim in that faintly smug way, clearly pleased at having gotten the upper hand for the moment. Then his eyes widen, and it’s this moment, even before he opens his mouth, that Tim knows he’s fucked.

“Are you-“

“Piss off,” Tim says. He hasn’t let Alex finish, but it’s in the room anyway: Tim knowing that Alex has just felt him get hard, Alex knowing that Tim knows that he knows, and so on and so on until one of them chokes on this knowledge.

Because it’s clear that he’s not getting out of this without losing some dignity, but figuring he might as well give it a go, Tim once again attempts to shove Alex off. But Alex is taller and stronger than him and he deflects this easily, instead taking Tim’s hand and just – holding on, kind of. Like he doesn’t know what to do with it now that he has it.

A beat passes. Then Alex slowly grinds his hips down, right against Tim’s crotch. Tim’s face is surely very red by now. He feels flushed all over.

“Al, don’t- this feels cruel even for you, alright? Give it a rest.”

At this, Alex’s eyes go wide the way they always do when something takes him by surprise. “You think I’m cruel?”

“Well, I don’t think you’re behaving like Mother Theresa right now, let’s put it that way.”

Alex pulls a face. “Is Mother Theresa your go-to person for non-cruelty?”

“Why? What’s wrong with Mother Theresa?” Tim asks. It feels normal, this: teasing each other about something inane. What’s not normal is that Alex is still straddling him, still holding on to his hand, and also, Tim’s still got a fucking hard-on.

As though he has just realised this, too, Alex really does let go off Tim’s hand now. “Is it the physical contact?” he asks quietly. “Or is it me?”

“What? What are you on about? Oh, you think my boy jumps to attention every time someone brushes against me on the street, do you?”

“Well,” Alex says, “it might do. Your boy, I mean.”

“It doesn’t, you absolute cunt,” Tim says crossly.

“It is me, then.”

“Yes, it’s you. Fucking- Christ, Horne.” Alex has managed to wind him up so much now that Tim’s forgotten all about being embarrassed. “Do you want me to spell it out for you?”

“Yes, please. Maybe in a poem,” Alex says. “You’ve never written one about me.”

“I’ll write one right now. It goes: Alex Horne is a wanker.”

Alex frowns. “That’s not very nice.”

“It’s not meant to be nice. It’s meant to-“ Tim goes quiet, because Alex has just leant in and kissed him. He’s so genuinely surprised that it takes him a moment to respond, but once his brain is working properly again, he leans up, one hand on Alex’s neck, the other on his back, and all he can think is that he’s getting beard burn and that he doesn’t mind one bit.

Alex is grinding against him again, like he really means it this time, and Tim supposes that for once, he does. For once, they both do.

“That’s new,” Alex says when they finally break apart to catch their breath. “I’ve found a way to shut you up.”

“Fuck off,” Tim says. “Didn’t hear you doing much talking just now, Horne.”

“Fair enough,” Alex says, and then he leans back in and neither of them say much more of anything for a while, until Tim really does get beard burn. Perhaps he'll write a poem about that.

[keysmashslushy]

one of these days I need to write the NTT fic in my head that’s like. Bruce is sexually abusing Dick, it is a major factor in the fact that Dick is steadily developing a stress pain in his chest, and Raven. Well Raven knows, of course. She’s walked around in his dreams and also he’s become the equivalent of a walking migraine for her lately. They both know the other knows. They are not talking about it. Every now and then they’ll be alone together and Raven will just go. I can sense a deep pain in your soul and Dick will be like Raven I think I just haven’t slept in three days and then they’ll go back to being silent. And it’s not like the Justice league likes Raven that much anyway so she doesn’t feel optimistic about telling them, and besides she understands the good Batman does and how that would be affected if he were ostracized. She gets it. Dick has a Noble Burden, she gets it. She doesn’t know how to communicate that.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

pup gang crime list:

threw a basketball at jakes head once because he is old

htrew a strawbebby on the ground and was kicking it. it wasnt alive

pup gang punishment:

the princess speaks very nastily to them. publically.

they are not allowed to show their faces around her

also they offered to give up their rights as candy citizens and go live with lemongrab and it was not fun. its not really a punishment but everyone around them was treating it as one and they offered to take it so long as pb paid their mothers. i want to mention it.

marshmallow kid crime list:

set themselves on fire regularly to run at their enemies and then leave their melty skin on the ground

swindle over 500 dollars every day

fight the other kids off their street corners

scrape food off the ground and bring it to the charity orphanage sale

marshmallow kid punishment

camping with finn

encouragement to go to school which they accept delightedly

[freakinator]

every new discourse that makes me remember why i have the stances that i do really reveals how much i just. do Not trust ytbers huh 😭

[screambirdscreaming]

you do sometimes feel like society is a machine designed to teach you not to look at things.

[mechazushi]

@sonicasura Don't ever give me a fucking idea ever again...

"SHIIIIIIIT!" Dante screamed as he felt his foot fall through the ground and right through the borders of a familiar yellow portal.

The immediate first thing that came to mind wasn't what would be his impending doom, but "Huh? I wonder if this means I'll get to see Kafka again." Several years ago, a similar yellow portal opened up in his world and promptly dropped the best thing to ever come into his life. Created by a demon experimenting with dimensional hopping (shockingly NOT his brother, but he was involved) Dante, as well as the rest of his motley crew of demonic-and-demonically associated associates, all came together to help the kaiju out of time head back to his own world. It was truly a massive ordeal, since not only did they have to contend with the concept of multiple realities and not just dimensions, but time travel as well. Kafka had somehow been sent back to a time where he once looked human. Unfortunately, towards the end of the incident, Kafka was severely harmed and was forced to make a decision he had already made once before.

It wasn't altogether a sad period. They got to fool around (in more ways than one) and make the most out of this extraordinary visit. The two of them went into their relationship knowing it was going to be short lived, but both of them already had a deep understanding of why you should enjoy the moments as they come and not regret that fact that they ended nonetheless. Still, if Dante had a million chances to guess as to how the next decade and a half of his life would go, he certainly wouldn't of said that he would get the chance to meet an old flame again. Mainly because he was sure that any potential chance of this particular problem happening again should have been rectified beyond all doubt.

"And honestly? What are the chances? Like, infinity to one as far as quantum mechanics are concerned?" Was Dante's last thought as he saw the end of the worm hole in sight and mentally prepared himself for the inevitable crash that was soon to happen.

Landing harshly on his side, he tumbled out of the portal with a loud groan. While Kafka had the luxury of landing on a pile of trash, Dante didn't seem to get that lucky. Rolling to a stop, Dante continued to groan some more, shuffling onto his hand and knees slowly. He couldn't get much farther however, as two barrels connected to different guns were trained on him while in his prone position. Eyes quickly snapping onto the threat before him, Dante just sighed as he slowly rose to his feet with his hands raised.

"I hope we're not going to have much of a problem here officers, because I'm already starting to have one hell of a day." Dante stated before he even properly faced the two officers before him.

When they responded to his comment in fluent japanese, did he decide to take a second look as to who was holding him hostage. Taking a long look at the suits, something started to click in the back of his mind. The way the suits looked, with their form fitting shape and odd assortment of details, a drawing from a memory pulled itself up from the depths and almost smacked Dante upside the head.

"HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE DEFENSE FORCE OFFICERS!" Dante exclaimed as he quickly pointed at them. Unbothered by the clicking of safeties going off, Dante continued to prattle.

"You really are! You're Defense Force officers! No shit your defense force officers, you live here! Aw man, I can't believe I get to see his neck of the woods! Hey, this might be a long shot, but do either of you know a man named Kafka Hibino? This might seem farfetched, but I actually know him! Is there any chance I could talk to him?" Dante rattled of question after question as both of the officers in front of him exchanged bewildered looks.

"Hey, don't give me that. I know some of you have an understanding of English because y'all love your King of the Hill. Okay, it's not King of the Hill here, it's something like Man of the Manor or something... whatever! Either way, I really need to talk to someone in charge, so can we expedite that or...?" Dante continued to gesture wildly, overtaken with excitement that there might be a chance he could really see Kafka again.

The two Defense Force officers looked back at each other and just shrugged, not really sure what to do. While one began to talk into his ear piece, the other pulled out a pair of plastic zip-tie handcuffs. Dante's shoulders sagged once he saw them, but decided against taking aggressive action. From what he heard about from Kafka, his people might be a lot more reasonable than Dante's.

"Alright, if that's how it's gonna be. Just take me to your leader." He griped as he held his hands put in front of him.

"Besides, it's not like I can't break out of these." He thought as they escorted him out of the alley he was in.

Leading him behind concrete road blocks, Dante could see that he had somehow landed in the middle of a war zone. Officers left and right were unloading clips at their surroundings, aimed at anorexic looking lizards with fur and oddly dolphin-like faces. Normally unfazed by demons, even Dante felt himself wince a little at seeing what was most likely a small amount of what Kafka had to deal with on a daily basis. The two that flanked him directed him towards a cordoned area that was busy with noise and equipment. Towards the back was the opened back of a truck with two distinct individuals in front of it.

A tall man with a pink Mohawk stood with what looked to be a battle partner with white hair with blue undertones. They turned to face Dante as they sensed a visitor. Short sentences in Japanese were had between the four of them before the shorter, snow blond one dismissed the two that brought him in.

"So, you seem to have fallen out of a portal and know the name of our greatest defender. Why is that?" The cool one asked in serviceable english, his stature dripping with authority.

"Did he seriously not say anything about me? Guy spends three months in another dimension, you'd think he'd at least tell someone about it." Dante scoffed as he looked between the two of them.

"He actually couldn't when he first got back. Got stuck in quarantine for several weeks and after that was told that if he told anyone, he would get neutralized." The one with the pink hair shrugged apologetically.

"Ah! But that still implies that you know that he left." Dante countered knowingly, " It's better if you get the full story from him, but long story short, I'm the guy that rescued his fine ass and brought him back." He finished with a wink and affirmative thumb pointed at his chest.

"And we're supposed to assume this is true?" The snow blond one retorted, leaning back until he was sitting on the edge of the truck.

"Come on! You just said that someone saw the portal I fell out of! You're gonna know the whole story now anyway, just ask Kafka about it! Speaking of the devil, is he around? Genuinely would love to talk to him again." Dante asked as he bounced around in place, bored of how this conversation was going.

The two officers exchanged informative glances with each other. The white haired one kept his face neutral, but the one with the Mohawk looked incredibly concerned. Catching the unspoken discussion between them Dante spoke up with worry seeping into his tone.

"W-wait, you can't be serious. You can't seriously tell me that the strongest guy in your world- in probably both of our worlds-is..." Dante couldn't bring himself to finish the thought.

He knew, even with as little time as he got with Kafka, that it was the entirely out of the realm of possibility that he did something self-sacrificial and stupid, but Dante was sure there wasn't anything Kafka couldn't bounce back from. The one with the Mohawk slowly approached Dante, his eyes downcast and hand outstretched and aimed for his shoulder. Dante reflexively backed away, afraid of what that gesture might mean.

"Don-don't." Dante whispered shakily, "Don't tell me that he- Look, I may not have gotten to be with him long, but I'm really attached to that goofy little dumbass, alright!" Dante couldn't bring himself to back away any further, anticipation killing him slowly, but the lack of confirmation made the knife twist in his stomach all the harder. As the hand finally made contact with his shoulder, the pink haired man finally looked him dead in the eyes and quickly licked his lips before answering.

"He's overseas right now." He finally answered.

"Oh my god." Dante huffed and rolled his eyes, exasperated at the deception.

"He's in America specifically. He's supposed to come back at the end of the month, but if you really wanna meet him, I'm sure we could have him back home at the end of the day." The one that toyed with his fears continued to tease as he kept his hand on Dante's shoulder.

"You're a real piece of shit, you know that? You're definitely Iharu." Dante retorted as he playfully shoved back at the asshole laughing beside him.

"Aww! He did talk about us!" Iharu joked.

"And I guess that makes you Reno." Dante continued as he leveled with the man in front of him still.

"Only good things about us, I hope." Reno replied as he dug out a knife to cut away at the restraints around Dante's wrists.

"'A pair of the best damn co-workers he ever had the pleasure of fighting beside.' More or less a direct quote." Dante mentioned as he offered up his wrists.

"Hopefully the title isn't going to be put to the test today. As you probably saw, we're a bit under siege right now." Reno acknowledged as he cut away the restraints.

"Yeah, I noticed." Dante said as he rubbed his wrists, " Bunch of ugly bastards too. Want a hand?"

"As much as we would like to say yes..." Iharu winced as he crossed his arms, " Letting you out of our sight is probably gonna have upper management come down on our heads."

"Aw! You seriously want me to miss out on all the fun?" Dante playfully whined as he pulled out his pistols and twirled them, " Just give me a chance! I'll be fast, do some recon-" He continued to speak as he walked away, already committed to the idea of helping out.

"Th-that's okay! We've already got someone doing dedicated-" Reno nervously called out, trying to reign in the demonic force of trouble, but was quickly interrupted by a loud boom emanating from a crash collision into the ground that happened right in front of the three of them.

"-Recon." Reno finished with a disappointed sigh.

What Dante saw before him shook him to his core. A tall, lithe, but still muscular figure with wings that could only have demonic origins. With their head down, he could see that they had four very long and surprisingly wide dragonfly wings shaped and colored like bright jet lighter flames. As they rose to their full height, he got a clearer picture of their form and face. Their legs looked like plate armor made out of broken chunks of lava, radiating a similar heat but a more deep burgundy color. Their waist and sides had a defined, plate-like look to them; almost replicating human muscle but in a more defensive look. The arms were similar to the legs, but had developed exhaust pipe like protrusions along the forearms.

It was their face that threw Dante for a loop. Sharp looking spikes were carved and sculpted out and around their eyes, reminiscent of a volatile butterfly. Their teeth were long, fang-like, and fully exposed with some of them at odd angles or doubled up over each other. Even with no lips, it was clear as sunshine that the demon before him had a malicious grin only someone from his family could be capable of. The horns were the worst part, black and red but ribbed like his how was in his Sin Devil Trigger form, but curved up and back just like Kafka's secondary form. They flicked off a fire whip shaped mass of hair and stepped off of their kill they had landed on unceremoniously.

When their eagle claw foot touched the ground, their monstrous form dissipated in a bright flash and revealed a human woman underneath it all. Twirling twin defense force issued axes back into their holsters, the woman strutted forward confidently, staring past Dante the whole time. Now seeing her true face, Dante had to stop himself from reaching out and touching her, just to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. Her hair was still long, but had a puffy pom-pom patch of spiky hair acting as her bangs. What was most interesting was that it was perfectly slate grey; not black, not white, but strands of both had layered between each other to make the most dazzling silver hair color. The face she had almost made him weep, for while the ears, eyebrows and eye shape were most certainly Kafka's, this woman walking towards him almost looked like the spitting image of his mother.

"Oh man, Uncle Reno! You ain't ever gonna believe what I just found." The woman exclaimed in somewhat awkward English and added emphasis with exaggerated movement, "I just found that ugly motherfucker crawling its way out of an actual portal! You know, like in that one game I showed ya! Anyway, this one put up a real fight as you can see-" She walked back a little so she could scruff the battered demon by its neck and shake it around to draw attention to its wounds, "I know he don't look like it, but I'm tellin' ya he's alive! Well, at least I think so anyway. Don't matter 'cuz he's tuckered out right now. Do you think Aunti Mina will let me keep him?"

As she asked her question, her attention finally caught up to noticing that there was a newcomer in the room, "Hey, not to be rude, but who's the new guy?" she asked and she jabbed a thumb in her direction.

"The name's Dante." He introduced himself tentatively, offering a handshake.

"Oh, like the Inferno?" The woman cheerfully guessed as she took his hand.

"Something like that." Dante answered as he took notice of the new shape of the dragonfly wings that hung off of her body.

The set that was there had changed their appearance and developed a more translucent display with the spear-like tips on the ends that were there before now relaxing into the shape of armored claws. The smaller, shorter pair wrapped around her waist while the longer pair draped themselves around her shoulders, the hands coming to rest on either sides of her neck. Once Dante had the thought that they reminded him of Nero's wings, did the dreadful realization in him sink even further.

"Seems to me like you're a real spitfire among your crew." Dante tacked on as he continued to quietly observe what could very well be his own child.

"Oh if you think I'm bad, you should see my twin sister! A real salt-of-the-earth type, but a demon on the battlefield." The woman joyfully explained as she teasingly bopped him in the shoulder.

"Oh." Dante gasped as he tried to restrain his churning emotions, "You have a twin sister."

"Yeah, she's with Daddy over in America right now, but they'll be back soon enough." The woman remarked with appeasing shrug.

"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name." Dante mentioned as he fought the urge to cry.

"Probably didn't give you the chance to, bit of a motor-mouth and all." The demon woman giggled, "I have everyone call me Rimi!"

". . .Please tell me that's not short for Rimini." Dante cautiously wondered aloud.

"How'd ya guess?" Rimi gasped with astonishment.

"I tend to hit the jackpot with things like that." Dante gritted out through his teeth, trying not to wince.

"Bet you can't hit it twice! What's my first name?" Rimi challenged.

"Francesca." Dante answered, already telling where this was going.

Rimi let loose a long, low whistle, "Wow! We got a real Sherlock on our hands, huh! Either that or Uncle Iharu had been talking shit about me again."

"They're your uncles?" Dante questioned genuinely.

"Well, I mean not really. But Daddy's just so close with his generation of Defense Force officers that me and my sister just feel better calling them our Aunts and Uncles!" Rimi clarified as she bounced excitedly on her toes.

"Rimi! Got a new task for ya!" Reno shouted out to break up their conversation.

"Oops! Sounds like duty calls again. Hope to see you around Devilman!" Rimi called out as she moved closer to Reno.

Dante watched on quietly as Reno ordered Rimi to take the demon body away for observation. As she slipped away, Dante could feel his heart skip to her pace, the now ever present knife in his gut continuing to twist more and more. He had to force himself to look away as she morphed into her... kaiju form? Devil Trigger form? He wasn't sure and the pain of not knowing made everything hurt worse. He had two little girls and he knew nothing about them. He didn't understand how Vergil had stayed calm once he heard the news he had a son and never knew beforehand. Because now? Dante felt like setting fire to time and reality itself for robbing this chance away from him.

Biting back the desire to do so, Dante instead opted to ask one pressing question.

"How many years of child support am I missing out on?" He asked, trying to deflect his pain with a joke.

Reno and Iharu exchanged another set of glances, ones more concerning than the last, before turning back to answer him.

"A little over seventeen years worth?" Iharu answered with a shrug.

Dante chewed on his bottom lip as he processed the news. Turning away from them, he had to do something to redirect the amount of overlapping emotions preparing to tear him up inside.

"FUCK!" He quickly screamed, the force of it briefly sending him into his Devil Trigger form.

[elllteo]

Creators I love you but it's time to wake up

Among rumors about our tumblr user data being sold off to Midjourney/Generative AI, recent Extremely transphobic events (that have been ongoing) coming to a head, another extremely concerning internet censorship bill being pushed in upper levels of government, and a general air of frustration over how the site belongs to and is operated by perhaps the second stupidest CEO (second only to twitters own) of our age, I'm very done with the last few vestiges of what the old internet held for artists.

And if you're reading this, you probably are too.

I know we're tired. We are all tired. It is not always viable to pack up shop and move, again and again and again.

From tumblr to twitter to anywhere else we've ever grown up posting, things no longer work. Our audiences are kneecapped by aggressive and hostile algorithms, our reach is abysmal - if we aren't shadow-banned or silenced for one (transphobic) reason or another, we're thrust into an ever growing pit of hostility where the only thing that drives clicks is fighting and contention.

We're tired. We're so fucking tired. We aren't businesses, we aren't content mills, we cannot keep this pace that modern social media has set for us, to wring every ounce of creativity out of us to profit from and leave us rotting.

The key to staying afloat here, and I cannot stress this enough, is to stay connected to your peers.

Pack up and move as units if you must. Exodus from the sites that are killing us. Push your entire friend group of artists to move from one site to the next that promises you a kinder experience.

Art drives movements, it drives change, it is all that encompasses being human. If you take that away from the shitty places, they will be left with nothing but a cesspit of inhumanity and the people who follow you will be more incentivized than ever to move with you.

Yes, this is terrifying. There are no guarantees. There never was, and never are, and never will be.

But stay connected. Stay human.

Support each other and be willing to hold hands and jump when we all - as a group - need to jump from the flames we're all trying to convince ourselves wont kill us before rescue comes.

Rescue isn't coming, rescue will be found hand in hand with each other. I'm offering you my hand, please take it. There's always a new start, there are always helping hands reaching for you. You have to look up from the doom-scroll long enough to see and take them.