#askers-sin

[the-great-mammon-01]

Mammon, I cannot words cannot express how much I want to fuck that old man. I know he's your older brother but it seems inappropriate to tell him that I want to and I must confess it somewhere.

Anyways, love you too. Give MC a kiss for me because they're the best and you don't show them enough love anyways you little tsundere

- 🔥

I didn't know demons could go into cardiac arrest until we got this ask. @avatar-of-pride please come help.

[ratcandy]

BAD ASKS.

[mothmothwoth]

You have a beautiful handle on line weight and mildly monochromatic digital art, and if nobody else is going to say it then I will.

Bro,,,,,,,, that’s so fucking sweet,,,,,,, and also an incredibly strange take on someone who does not have any line weight bc I draw on a free app on my phone with no line weight capabilities,, but bro that’s so nice,,,,

But,,, who the fuck do you think is looking at me tho,,,,, d-do you know something I don’t- like,,,, there isn’t anybody here I THINK?????

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

Help why is Silved mpreg a new thing on this app- like what started this help me

OH BOY how the fuck do I explain this shit

Ok so basically back in very early January I decided to draw Silver Spoon.. but pregnant. AS A JOKE-

Then my gf (@humanaltarr) posted the pic, and a few of my moots on Tumblr saw it, and at first I was like "Welp this is the end of my Tumblr career" and I think just a few hours later one of my moots (@spiritmander13) wrote the first Silver Spoon mpreg fic called "Silver Suffers With Morning Sickness" with 6 chapters (technically 7 but the 7th isn't involved with the story)

Then Silver Spoon mpreg became a big joke mostly on the oscc discord I believe (I joined it for a few days but left) and then for a while it was quiet, until I started an ask blog called @askthe-iii-shipchildren, on April 5th, and on April 30th I got an ask by an anonymous person where they wanted Candelabra to put Silver Spoon in a maid dress, and I ended up drawing Silver in a maid dress

Now here's were the second Silver mpreg era began. I made a joke with Candle saying "If Silver stays in that for much longer Candelabra is gonna have a little sibling soon" cuz I thought it would be funny (had no idea what it would cause)

Then @spiritmander13 reblogged it and said something like "CANDLE NO-" and I replied back saying "Silver Spoon mpreg part 2 /j" AS A JOKE. She told me not to start it again, and I said "Aw shucks" but in the tags of that reblog, I said "Time to draw Silver pregnant in a maid dress" and that's where I messed up since Spiritmander said they were intimidated.

Suddenly, I got tagged in a post by Spiritmander, and it seemed to be a screenshot of them saying "Don't tell Infinite, my sins shall stay hidden until it is the right time (I scrolled for like 20 minutes on their blog to find that fucking hell)

Then I got a little spooked cuz yk it's not everyday shit like this happens. I then screenshotted it and went into her inbox with the screenshot and asked "WHAT IS RHIS, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN" and she replied with another screenshot and it said "*Casually steals Tumblr mutuals fankid for the story*" and that's when I knew what was happening.

Soon, Spiritmander posted another Silver Spoon mpreg fic called "Little Moth"

Then it was a little quiet after that, with me making an occasional joke about it, always ending it with Spirit saying "HEY YOU STARTED IT!"

There is also this whole thing with "Bab Incest" Spirit did but I wasn't involved with that

Later in to May, me, @spiritmander13 and @mxmc13 formed the "Silver Spoon simp trio" cause apparently we all saw each other as friends so why not

Then the (sort of) mpreg era 3 started again. I'll put this part simply and say that me and a few other people on osc Tumblr got asks in our inboxes by "Anon~Chan" that were basically like a shitty Wattpad story but with II characters, and I personally got a Silverloon mpreg thing.. so fun..

And the most recent thing that happened. There was a Two x Jax post, and me, Mc, and Spirit were basically joking more about Silver Spoon mpreg in the reblogs, until Spirit came along and said "Silver Spoon simp trio canceled." And me and Mc were absolutely DEVASTATED and then Spirit said that me and Mc had to write Silver Spoon mpreg as well, for me as punishment for drawing it and confusing the original poster, and for Mc.. dunno..

And that's what's currently happening, I am working on my Silver mpreg and so is @mxmc13 ..

And yeah that's the whole story pretty much, this was a VERY long post and probably not even was the asker really wanted but meh

Anyways I imma end this off with saying.. I do not regret first drawing the Silver Spoon mpreg, since this is all genuinely fun and it even got me some friends on this site (Spiritmander and Mxmx and their great) so yeah =]

(also this is NO hate to anyone mentioned in this, and the fics that Spirit wrote are actually really good so I recommend checking them out)

[starofpride]

Here I am.

I am Lucifer Morningstar, the Avatar of Pride and one of the Seven Lords of the Devildom.

I have spoken on Mammon's account @the-great-mammon-01 a couple times already but decided to make my own account for personal use.

I will allow questions but please note that I am incredibly busy and may not get to them in a timely manner. My work and responsibilities hold a much higher priority than an app like Tumblr.

Still, I hope you enjoy your time on my account, and may you have a wonderful day/night.

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RP/Blog Master List

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Hi, MC here! I'll be the manager of Lucifer's account (just like with Mammon's).

These are rules Lucifer has regarding his ask box:

Don't be weird about his brothers.

Don't be weird about Luke.

NSFW is allowed but don't be excessive. Block the tag #askers-sin to avoid the NSFW asks.

Other than that, he doesn't have very many rules, so go wild! Though, just because he doesn't have a rule against it, doesn't mean he's guaranteed to answer it, so please keep that in mind when asking.

Have fun and happy asking!

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Blog runner here. Yeah, I decided to make another ask blog / rp account.

I thought it'd be fun, so yeah. That being said, this account likely won't be as active as Mammon's (Lucifer's a very busy demon, after all!) but I'll still be sure to not go too long without answering anything.

If you're interested in other Lucifer ask blogs, feel free to check out lucifer-morningst4r and avatar-of-pride!

I try to keep Lucifer as close to canon as possible but it's likely that some headcanons may slip in, so please keep that in mind and don't get mad at me if he seems too out of character, please. 🙏

[narrators-journal]

I have a little request! Joker masturbating with a dildo while thinking about Tatsuya, but then Shadow Tatsuya steps in to help him out with it~ (I adore how your write tatsujun 🥹)

It was barely, but we made it boys! I finished up the final ask! Even if that bitch (Shadow Tatsuya) is kinda an ass portrayal, the smut’s fuckin’ done! And yes, I DID sort of speedrun this thing because I didn’t want to write for one and make the second asker wait a fuckin’ month (even tho I’m pretty sure there’ll be at least one tatsujun kinktober ask to hold him over tbh. At least I hope lol). I hope you enjoy it! I tried my best, even if I do need to work more on Shadow Tatsuya’s personality.

CW: Sex toys, rough sex, lil hints of sadism, implied branding/marking/burning, masochism, I think that’s it.

As the leader of a devoted cult, The Joker detested his demonic attributes. But, the small horns that began to grow from his head were at least easy enough to hide beneath his ornate mask, the real pain in the ass was the flower-tipped tail that seemed to have a life of its own, and was, as a result, far harder to comfortably hide like he did his horns.

It was like his connection to Tatsuya Suou, in that way. Something that The Joker wished to be rid of, but also something he couldn’t deny and hide away like the other unholy parts of himself. A reminder that, while he may be worshipped and followed like a deity, Joker was still a man at his core. He was still Jun Kurosu, to some extent. And, that extent, while not very far, was always evident within him. From the way that Tatsuya’s shadow disgusted him, to the carnal desires that crept up whenever the demon was alone. The old desires for the tall, tan brunette to have his hands on him that Joker’d tried to keep buried for months.

Yet, no matter how hard The Joker tried to shove his old feelings for the cursed star, they always seemed to rear their ugly heads as soon as the ornate mask left his head. As soon as the ravenette’s shaggy hair fell in front of one of his bright, hypnotic blue eyes, his mind began to wander back to those lascivious, sinful thoughts.

Thoughts of Tatsuya in his large, curtain-enclosed bed to await him, the pyrokenetic brunette there to pin the demon against the smooth stones of the wall to ravish him, of the tall man picking him up to slam him down on his cock, swirled in his mind so vividly, the cursed star might as well have been a poltergeist for The Joker. A poltergeist that earned a growl from the demon as he snatched up the large dog bed Sudou often slept in to throw out into the hallway. Then, went over to the hand-carved nightstand to pull open the lower drawer and fish out a dildo and accompanying bottle of lube. Another, more shameful growl let out as the demon plopped heavily onto the cloud-soft bed to look at the toy he relied on so much.

It wasn’t anything special. It was cheap, too pale in skin tone to match the cursed star, and two inches too long. But, somehow not quite girthy enough to match the man, either. Really, it was a poor excuse for a stand in, but it was the only thing Joker could manage to smuggle past Sudou and his father.

So, despite how dissapointed it left him, The Joker stripped off his fancy, white-and-black clothes and applied a bit of lube to the toy. Let’s just get this over with… His primary thought as he used his tail to line the toy up and push it in. The use of the sinful appendage only added to the immersiveness, even if it didn’t help a whole lot. Slow to thrust it in and out as the fantasies began to seep back into his mind to fuel the embers of desire in his belly.

Only for the fact that he forgot to lock his bedroom’s doors to slam his thoughts to an abrupt stop before Joker could even begin to succumb to his lust. “Hey, Ju- Oh.” Of course it had to be Shadow Tatsuya.

Aka, The Joker’s least favorite shadow. The one that reminded Joker of the cursed star in all of the wrong, and right ways. The only one that brought a hellish burst of embarrassment to Joker’s skin as he scrambled to pull out the toy and hide himself, and the dildo, behind his comforter. “GET THE HELL OUT!” He snarled to the doppleganger, the flower on his tail closed tightly as the appendage squeezed the base of the toy he hid behind himself. “Why?! Were you hoping for Sudou?” The shadow asked with a smug grin while he shut the door behind himself. The disgusted look on the demon’s face enough of an answer for him. So, he simply locked the door this time and watched how Joker sat awkwardly at the edge of his bed, clearly too ashamed to speak, unable to deny the implication thrown at him. So, the shadow chuckled when he finally approached where the demon almost cowered on the bed. His body only hidden from view by the comforter that he held up protectively. “What’s wrong, Master Joker? I only came to see if you were okay. And,” He hummed, the sudden shift to a too-innocent facade a slap to the face that only worsened the embarrassment for the demonic cult leader.

Which, made the ravenette hate the shadow more, in a petty way. Because, Tatsuya wouldn’t be so passive aggressive to The Joker. He may be angry at him, but he’d never call him by his proper title with such venom and cold humor.

But, at the same time, Joker couldn’t help but feel his heart thump in his chest with excitement when the doppleganger continued not with words, but instead pulled his shirt off and followed it with his pants. The thrum of the demon’s blood strengthened more when the brunette crawled onto the bed to be face to face with the demon. “I came to offer something a bit better than a cheap toy.” He finally finished, a small smile on his lips that brought more lewd heat to the demon’s pale cheeks. A warm color that Shadow Tatsuya took as the invitation that it was, as if he could read the lewd intention behind it. And, while he was right, the way he knew he could get away with pressing his lips to Joker’s, with the playful swipe of his warm tongue over the demon’s bottom lip in some empty request for permission before the muscle pushed into the cult leader’s mouth. It was annoying.

Despite that, though, Joker let the shadow kiss him until his back was against the mattress. And, even when Shadow Tatsuya broke the kiss to move his lips down to kiss a hot trail down the demon’s throat and follow the vein that thrummed with his shameful eagerness to latch onto his sweet spot and pull out a soft whimper of need. Yet, even when the doppleganger finally pulled away from the fresh bruise on the demon’s throat to roll him onto his belly and lift his hips, Joker didn’t push him away.

His tail, his ever traitorous tail, let go of the dildo to instead wrap itself around Shadow Tatsuya’s waist. Which, allowed the demon to feel the brunette give a low chuckle while Joker pulled a pillow to himself to hide his face in the feather-stuffed object, which made Shadow Tatsuya lean down onto one of his arms to almost purr into the ravenette’s ear, “Y’know, you’re far cuter when you’re like this. All quiet, submissive, and sinful.” Which, finally drew words out of the ravenette, “I’m not sinful.” Spat out at the shadow in a brief moment of anger that was quickly squashed back down when Shadow Tatsuya squeezed his hip with the hand he’d kept there and nipped at his neck to get a gasp out of Joker. “You could’ve fooled me, sir.” He teased, before a kiss replaced his teeth, and he stifled further argument by pushing his cock into him.

An abrupt, selfish act that earned a louder moan from Joker and made him grip his sheets against the way Shadow Tatsuya’s cock filled and stretched him so wonderfully. All annoyance and bitterness burned away by the initial flames of lust lit by the friction and warmth of Shadow Tatsuya’s thick cock. Flames that were quick to turn hellish, because the shadow only gave the demon a brief moment to adjust to the difference between the shadow’s dick, and the soft silicone toy before the brunette began to slam into him at a brutal, thorough pace.

And, while the silk sheets of Joker’s bed were just thick enough to spare his palms the bite of his claws when he squeezed the fabric, they were far too delicate to stand up to the shadow’s angry, animalistic thrusts. The same way his feather pillows were just thick enough to threaten to suffocate the demon, but not thick enough to muffle the moans each brush of Shadow Tatsuya’s member against his prostate drew out of him. “Any better than that cheap toy? Junbug?” He asked, his breath hot against the shell of the demon’s ear, his voice little more than a feral, hateful growl as he used the old nickname the original Tatsuya had given the demon long before he’d awoken to his purpose. Just to add extra salt to the question.

Which, made Joker grit his teeth a bit. Especially since, in any normal situation, such a venomous backhand would’ve gotten the shadow torn apart by Joker’s mangled persona. But, with how his thrusts rippled through the demon’s body like a euphoric earthquake, Joker couldn’t find the footing to even dig his claws into the arm the shadow leaned on, let alone properly punish him. Though, how could he? Joker had already shown how needy he was. There was no use in an attempt to hide and deny it at that point. So, all he could do was bury his too-hot face in his pillow and refuse to answer the doppleganger.

Yet, Shadow Tatsuya didn’t need a verbal reply, he could tell how much the demonic cult leader enjoyed the heat of his body over him, the brush of his tan skin against his back, and the grip he had on his hip to keep him in place. Joker’s pillow did little to muffle him, after all, and even if it did, the way the demon’s tail was still tightly wrapped around the Shadow’s waist was a shamefully clear tell. So, despite Joker’s silence, the shadow knew the answer, and seemed to relish in it. Even if that didn’t exactly translate into his pace. Instead, the demon’s enjoyment of how the shadow’s thick cock pumping in and out of his ass only seemed to encourage the shadow to be rougher with him.

“Ah! Tat-” But, the words died with shame on The Joker’s tongue despite how the shadow’s palms suddenly branded themselves onto his hips. “Hah! Why’d you stop yourself, junbug? You can say myname, you know. It is mine, after all.” The doppleganger mocked with a laugh, the static-y growl of his words simultaneously disgusting, and incredibly hot. One side of Joker instantly breathless at the thought of the cursed star’s eventual fall to the shadow. Replaced by a far better, sinless version of himself that Joker could have in place of the soft silicone toy that barely sated him for a night.

But, there was also a deeper, darker part of the demon was put off at the thought. Almost turned off entirely by the reminder that the brunette that humped him into his silken sheets wasn’t the real Tatsuya Suou, and the reminder of how quick he was to taunt and heckle the demon.

Almost.

Because, like how the pain of the shadow’s heated touch mixed with the unyeilding pleasure of his unrelenting thrusts to tie the demon’s belly in knots, the two aspects at war in Joker’s mind only seemed to increase the bliss. Each thrust rippled through the ravenette’s body like a ravenous forest fire deadset on unravelling every possible coherent thought the demon had.

Which, wasn’t hard to do. Even with the pain caused by Shadow Tatsuya’s hands on his hips, the way his deep, animalistic yet rhythmic thrusts targeted The Joker’s prostate kept the pleasure in his blood so high, that all he could do was mewl and moan into his pillow with tears in his bright blue eyes. Until, finally, the knots in his belly snapped.

And, after that point, Joker couldn’t recall much. He could recall the way Shadow Tatsuya bit into his shoulder and let his thrusts turn sloppy, and he could vaguely register the flood of magma that seemed to fill his belly soon after his own cum had covered the sheets. But, if Tatsuya’s doppleganger had said anything as he came, or after, Joker couldn’t hear it over the euphoria that pulsed through his boneless body even after his orgasm.

But, once those warm pulses and twitches faded, the shameful need for release taken with them, The Joker was quick to recompose himself and push himself out of his pillows. “Get the hell out, now.” He ordered, the layered effect back in his words, and his shamed disgust for the cheap copy evident in the curl of his lip. “yeah, yeah. I’m going.” Shadow Tatsuya snapped back, already halfway to his feet as the ravenette watched him. And, while he took his sweet time to get dressed again, he kept his mouth shut as he did. At least, until he was halfway out of the double doors and could throw back to the demon, “Oh! But don’t be tooashamed to come get me next time you’re horny, Master Joker. I’m here to help.~” before the door shut, and the pillow Joker threw landed harmlessly against the wood.

[michaeltheseraphim]

Commandments for this blog.

1. I shall not accept sinful behavior on this blog. We respect the lord my father here. (No nsfw)

2. Treat others how you wish to be treated. (Be respectful)

(These rules are subject to change in the future.)

Curious about what me and my siblings look like?

A list of Emojis that anonymous askers have claimed. 

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[raptorific]

Hi I have a good faith question. Your post about yaoi just meaning mlm surprised me cuz for a long time I thought of yaoi as being the more sexual version of shounen-ai. When I was younger and read a lot of gay manga online, it would be tagged as just shounen-ai to mean it was non-sexual bl and tagged as yaoi if it was sexual. Is that actually what shounen-ai means? Is it something else?

I'm not the arbiter of what terms mean or what things are filed under on various websites. It sounds like you aren't using English terms to mean "gay stuff (pure and wholesome)" while using Japanese terms to mean "gay stuff (perverted and sinful)" though so you're good on what I was talking about

As a note for anybody reading, just to fend for anyone getting the wrong idea, not directed at the question asker: the horny stuff isn't inherently better or worse than the other stuff, it's also okay if people like the horny stuff for horny reasons

[red-n-ded]

Haunted (RDDK Fic) Part 2

Here comes the angst

"I hold on to every ounce of sin, I know he don't love me quite like I love him."

Curiosity often killed the cat. Luckily Deku is already dead.

After that cocky captain leaves the island without the treasure he set out for, the memories start coming back. Memories of kind touches and beautiful sensations of him and the pirate. And with the memories are the questions.

Why him? Why after three years, it's Rody Soul?

That's the answer 1A's phantom is looking for.

Previous >> Next

Ao3 Link and Sneak Peek Below

"Pi!”

Deku turns and sees the bird from before flying level to him. The phantom smiles, “Why hello there. Pino, correct?” She sings an affirmative chirp. Deku looks up at the sails, the masts and the jolly Roger below—pink, purple and yellow feathers decorates a grinning skull with a blue bandana. Looks like her. “You have a beautiful ship.”

“Pree!” Pino puffs up her chest in pride before she speeds through the air, dodging the masts and poles like a pro.

Deku let's giggle and found himself following her around the air as she sings to a never-ending song. “Woo!”

“Pi pi pi!” The bird vibrated with pure joy as the two danced in the air, swirling around each other as if they had done it their whole lives. It felt natural to be in sync, like it was a memory that repeated itself in the back of mind. Like it was a reflex to dance.

They had danced in the sky for what felt like hours when in fact, the ship was only a few kilometers from the island’s shore. The parrot then grew tired, slowing down in her flight and glided towards the front of the ship. Pino sat on the tip of the bowsprit, a peaceful expression on her face as she let the air flow between her wings. Deku hovered behind her, watching pink clouds mix into the and blue of the sky and imagining the salty air carrying into his cloak and cooling his flushed face.

When did being a ghost become so peaceful? When was the last time I flew like this? Where I floated with no purpose?  

“Nothing? You found nothing?” An outraged crewmember snaps Deku out of his thoughts. Pino flies out of her spot on the bowsprit and flies straight to the lower deck. Deku follows out of curiosity and leans over the upper deck’s banister, too shy to follow Pino to the captain’s side.

The captain’s crew stood in the circle around the captain and his first mate. Every single one of them either looked outraged, disappointed, confused or all three.

“You doubt your captain?” The captain rolled his eyes as he held up a small leather bag, “Not nothing. Found this sweet bag of medallions.”

Deku peeked through the bodies and suppressed a laugh. Those “medallions” are just metallic buttons that Uraraka likes to carve when she’s bored or needs a spell vessel or practice for glyphs. They looked cleaned and polished. It imitated the shine of silver.

All anger in Soul’s crew immediately melted at the sight of the metallic coins in the bag. Many of them pick up a few of the carved buttons to admire the symbols of Deku’s 1A clanmates and the letters of UA. Oddly enough, none looked that disappointed to not see a big chest of gold.

“I guess they’re not as much hoarders as the stories said.”

“So we did it? We stole UA’s treasure?”

Captain Soul clicked his tongue as he pointed at the asker and winked. “Hell yeah we did.”

The whole crew erupted in cheers with Soul and Stan watching quietly in amusement as a bunch of bruised and bitten grown adults hugged and high five each other. Three of them run to the kitchen and bring back a tray of glasses filled with ale, a few puddles spilling over from overexcited pouring.

He really didn’t take anything, did he? Despite being three years dead, a warm feeling grew in Deku’s chest.

Amidst the excitement, everyone takes a glass. “Three cheers for Captain Rody Soul!" A crewmate hollered, "The man who made history once again!”

“The name's Rody Soul. We sort of skipped intros.” 

Soul chuckles softly and takes a mug for himself. “Three cheers for the Horizon.” Soul clarifies, “The crew that made history.”

“TO THE HORIZON!”

Ale spills and splashes all over the group as they cheer their glasses all together. Deku smiles at the scene below. A mysterious sense of pride joined that warmth in his chest.

Rody. I said that in the chamber. That’s his name. I remembered something again. But why? Why is this man so prominent in these new memories? What made him so important that I needed to remember? Why after three years, it’s him? Why now? 

Deku groans, grabbing his head like he’s in pain. God, I have so many questions. Is this how people feel when I ramble? 

Many chugged their glasses in one go, Stan included. Rody takes a small sip, barely finishing half when he widens his eyes as the growing fog blankets the deck. He slams his glass onto a barrel.

“Alright enough with that!” He boomed with a smirk, “Night is coming in quick. Hoist the sails and put your backs into it! I wanna get out of this fog now!”

“YES CAPTAIN!”

The crew scurried to their places under Rody’s watchful eye. Stan doesn’t move from his stance, eying the young captain. “You have grown a lot since your smuggling days.”

A pink color grew on Rody’s cheeks but his confident smirk didn't falter. “Whatever old man. Shouldn’t I get some tribute for getting you out of that dingy office?”

Stan scoffs, “Are the medallions not enough for you?”

Rody doesn’t respond. He only rolls his eyes with an amused smile as he ties the drawstrings of the leather bag together. He stuffs the bag into his pocket as he walks towards his cabin.

“Hey can I ask something?” Rody stops in his tracks and heel-turns to Stan, nodding for him to continue. “Why didn’t you take the chest? And more importantly, why did you lie?”

The captain went still. He doesn’t look like it but the stiffness in his shoulders are clear as day to Stan and Deku, watching curiously from above.

“The chest was right there. Your hand was hovering over the handle. A few more minutes and you would’ve been arms deep in monster riches.” Stan didn’t seem angry, despite what his gruff demeanor and voice depicts. He was rather confused than upset about the lack of the real treasure. Rody was the captain and Stan promised to trust him.

Captain Soul stayed quiet for a few more seconds. His face, expertly, never dropped. In fact, Rody lifts his head up and gives his first mate a cheeky grin. “Take the wheel for the night, ‘kay old man?”

The young pirate says nothing else and goes straight to his cabin, slamming the door closed with slightly more force than needed. Stan sighs. The boy was always so secretive. Well, it’s not any of his business. If the captain doesn’t want to take the chest, then they don’t take the chest.

Stan climbs up the stairs to the wheel, lighting up a cigar he had in his pocket as he goes up. Deku keeps his eyes on the lower deck and the cabin door where Soul disappeared into. He wants to know. He wants to know why an infamous pirate captain passed up the greatest treasure of all time.

[the-great-mammon-01]

*Slamms 50.000 grimm on the table.* "Convince Leviathan that he's a bottom, and that grimm is all yours! >,'3"

(For the mission, you'll need to choose one of the Leviathan's accounts –cuz he got many– and try hard to convince him he's a bottom until he gives up, or deliberately agree to the statement. Good luck Mamms.)

-‼️🎧🎸‼️

I dunno why ya want me ta do this but whatever. Kinda weird but easy grimm, so I'll take ya up on the offer. @rurihana Levi, you're a bottom, ain't no denyin' it!

[knn-official]

Here's the latest on the knighton news network!

A few weeks ago, a mysterious anon went around asking various artists across knighton to draw characters with "Birthing hips". A term that implies they want to see characters drawn with a nexolicious quarterhinders. This mysterious anon, much to the surprise of everyone, gained quite the reputation and has since been named the "birthing hip" asker. Reports say many tried to mimic their nefarious deeds, but were later caught by knights across the realm and forced to pay for their sins. Later today, live on KNN, we'll be joining the NEXO Knights in their investigation to find this infamous criminal and bring them to justice! Stay tuned!

[contentment-of-cats]

Part I

I cannot think of anyone I would rather have at my side, as we walk our measured miles down the winding road of life (yours being FAR more tenuous than mine) Nonetheless, here we are with you lighting the way as we navigate illness, cats, and fandom. Since you’re so old - ancient even (not so inside joke😆) I have the pleasure of accessing your - WHUT?!- 30 years of fandom activity.

Holy guacamole 🥑!

Welcome, my friend, as this is the first time I have had the pleasure of inviting you to my imaginary easy chairs over here at the Asker’s Studio™️ (cats are extra welcome here)

This is probably going to be in two parts. In this first installment, I would like you to give us your history:

How did you enter fan fiction?

What was the medium? Did you participate in Zines?

Please list the fandoms. What were your experiences/favorites?

Did you have anywhere like A03 to post your fics?

Do you still have any connections from back in the early days?

Included in your history, I would be curious to know if you attended any comic-cons, gatherings, etc.

Bonus: Is it true that in the early days, people used their real names?

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We will end the first half with the overview. The second half of the interview will deal with the growing pains of Fandom: Censorship, Fandom lifecycles, Media transitions, pitfalls (Dark Fandom), and lessons learned.

This has been a long time coming. I’m thrilled to see it come to fruition.

Ahhh! It's great to find this in my inbox this morning. Thank you so much for asking me.

I'm so happy you're feeling better. The measured miles are thoughtful ones, and good for clearing out the crap, but also for finding out who is willing to walk them with you. I'm blessed to have you and other ride or die folks with me. Man, I am Old, not just Fandom Old, but within hailing distance of sixty! No sin in Old, there are a lot of folks who don't make it. I'm blessed there, too, to have the extra time that I do. Let me get comfy in that easy chair, sip my coffee and cuddle a cat.

How did you enter fan fiction?

I became aware of fan fiction and fan works when I was in middle school. My hometown had a great record store, and I'd go in on Fridays with my allowance and whatever kid-work money I had. My Walkman was a constant companion, and I'd buy cassettes and records, then go down the street to the newsstand for comics. One day, I went in and there was a Star Trek mimeographed 'zine - someone cut a mimeograph stencil and inked it. I picked it up, it was the same price as a comic book, but it had stories - some that I should not have been reading in middle school, but I did!

Side note. I remembered reading Spock: Messiah in a zine before it came out as a book. Everyone tells me that no zine would publish something that godawful

It's weird, but now I look back and think that it was someone working in a school. Could have even been one of my teachers. Photo copiers were huge and expensive back then, most schools didn't have them. Those zines were something I anticipated as a kid - and my mother trashed the lot when she found them. Of course, some never put out more than one issue, but the record store soon became the zine store.

I'd always told stories in my head as a kid, but I didn't start writing until I took a creative writing class as an extracurricular in high school. Fan fiction writing for me didn't enter the picture until the start of the internet (at $2.50 a minute on a dialup modem and pre-Windows 95) and I fell into fandom as an activity on Usenet. I think my first fanfic was a Skinner/Scully from X-Files about 1994. I wrote pretty regularly in that pairing, but the fics, the archives, and the e-Groups/Yahoo Groups are long gone.

What was the medium? Did you participate in Zines?

My first fics went to a Usenet group, and then after that to a Skinner/Scully e-Group. I submitted to a couple of archives, too.

I didn't participate in zines, but I did read whenever I could get my hands on one. I stashed them in the attic under one of the floorboards with my comic books and the bodice-ripper romances.

Please list the fandoms. What were your experiences/favorites?

Nancy Drew books were my first fandom. Little House on the Prairie books, too, but I really loved Nancy. Comics - Archie, Wonder Woman, Dr. Strange, and I casually read about a half dozen others. Of course I loved my Saturday morning shows. The after-school specials were too preachy and I hated them. I wished for a magic box to record all my shows so I didn't have to pick and choose - the betamax was out and OMG so expensive. Mom was not going to cough up that kind of money just to record cartoons and kids shows.

My first visual media fandom was Star Trek which I started watching when it was in syndication. I think I was seven or eight? I bought the books long into the early 80s. Space:1999 was next, Star Wars was after that. I know I picked up the zine before the movie came out. Battlestar: Galactica was a favorite and had its own zine.

Then there was a long lull where I was just too jammed with messy family stuff, school, and extracurriculars that kept me out of the house. At fifteen, I started a paycheck job. I didn't really get into being a fan again until ST:TNG, X-Files, and Heir to the Empire. I was in the Harry Potter and Black Butler fandoms, and also wrote in Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Star Trek's reset movie. Fandoms after that were Stargate (movie and SG1), ST:TNG, Babylon 5, Star Trek: Voyager, Sliders, Farscape, Firefly, all of the Star Wars original trilogies (do not talk to me about the sequels), some of the books, and naturally the two latest Thrawn trilogies. I've enjoyed The Mandalorian, Andor, the Bad Batch, and have idly been watching Rebels and The Clone Wars.

Did you have anywhere like A03 to post your fics?

Back in the Ancient Times, there was only Usenet. Then people started posting to e-Groups, Yahoo Groups, and Listserv. Public fanfic didn't really take off until people could make their own sites - think Geocities, Angelfire and so on. People made sites for their own fic, or started archives. Fanfiction.net came along in 1998 and was a HUGE development - anyone could post whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to do it! You didn't have to submit to an archive, didn't have to format the html. You just uploaded it!

There were a lot of copycats, especially after FF.net went after the porn, but Live Journal gave the authors a place to post fic themselves, and have a social media interaction. It was heaven - until it wasn't. Archive of Our Own grew out of Live Journal and the repeated crackdowns on smut and slash and launched in 2008. I've been there ever since.

Do you still have any connections from back in the early days?

I still have one friend and collaborator that I've known since early 2000's. We talk most nights and have been through a lot together.

Included in your history, I would be curious to know if you attended any comic-cons, gatherings, etc.

Cons and gatherings always required resources that I never had at the same time. If I ever had the time or the money at the same time, I'd go. I used to go to Comic-Con in Pasadena back when it was just a comic and collector's show.

Bonus: Is it true that in the early days, people used their real names?

It depended on the circumstances. Almost everyone online used a pseudonym. In the 'zine days, the circles were smaller and many people used their real names, unless it was smutty.

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[sugar-omi]

(swiftie asker) AAAAAAAHH OHMG PLEASE DON'T APOLOGIZE :(( i'm glad you're doing a lil' better now, and that you took the time you needed to recuperate !! always put yourself first omi, you deserve all the time you need and more for yourself <3

with that being said . "his edges are too sharp for such tenderness" ?????? "he wants too much even though he tries not to want anything at all" ??????????????????? "and why is he the one looking at your window, hoping the lights are still on and you're still waiting" ??????????????????????????????????? YOU LITERALLY COULD'VE JUST CALLED ME A SLUR AND IT WOULD'VE HURT LESS, WHAT THE FUCK

no because oh my god. OH MY GOD. the way that he's so used to leaving others wanting that finally finding himself in that position makes him realize just how badly it hurts when the one person he's ever wanted this much won't wait for him to get his shit together if he's not even going to attempt to. because you can love him and miss him and think about him as much as you want, but you know you can't fix him - and you won't waste your life trying. not when he's not what you're living for - even if it feels like a betrayal to admit that.

and you'll find your happiness eventually - there'll be happiness after him, of course there will be. but there was happiness because of him too - a sour-sweet happiness dripping cherry red that hurts your teeth and makes you want to clutch at your chest with the rolling waves of emotion it brings. and maybe you can forget him, but you'll never forgive him for poisoning you with the promise of forever, then turning tail when you reached for him in your delirium.

to come back now would be a sin; to beg for your forgiveness is something he cannot bring himself to do, whether out of shame or the closest thing to regret he can feel - but he wants to. he wants to throw himself onto his knees and cling to your ankles and plead with you to let him stay. he wants to beg you to not let him go and he promises that he'll do better for you!! he promises he'll fix himself if it's for you!! he'll do anything if it's for you just PLEASE for the love of GOD don't LEAVE him here by himself because he can't do this. he can't do this without you.

but that rift is too great - the divide between you two has splintered so deeply that to bridge it would take effort that you're afraid to give to someone who already took so much of it out of you and left you with nothing but goodbye.

so he'll wait at the door like he's thirteen again, waiting for you to come home even though he knows your home is somewhere else, somewhere far away from him and his glass edges and his frayed sense of self. because he is selfish, and he still wants to believe that somewhere across the country, across the state, across the road - you feel this some bone-deep ache for him that he does for you.

he played pretend once. he can do it again.

"you know you can't fix him - and you won't waste your life trying. not when he's not what you're living for - even if it feels like a betrayal to admit that."

"and maybe you can forget him, but you'll never forgive him for poisoning you with the promise of forever, then turning tail when you reached for him in your delirium."

"... waiting for you to come home even though he knows your home is somewhere else, somewhere far away from him... - you feel this some bone-deep ache for him that he does for you. he played pretend once. he can do it again."

YOU COULD'VE CALLED ME A SLUR AND IT WOULD'VE BEEN NICER!!!!

oomf you outshine Shakespeare. I NEED you to write a book QUICKLY!!!! ASAP!!!! RIGHT NOW IN FACT!!!! lemme know when your book hits the shelves, in fact, no, I'm outside w money open the fucking door

but baxter knowing how pathetic he is... especially when he watches you and cove plan your wedding.

you come in every day, smiles on your faces, hands shaking with excited nerves after every important step is planned.

he watches you exchange lovesick looks with cove, watches you kiss his cheek in excitement when there's nothing left to plan, and your engagement ring glitters under his office lights.

and he sees how carefully and intensely cove focuses on his dance moves, and baxter forces himself to push away his heavy heart so he can do his job.

and when he watches you and cove go down the aisle, and then watches you have your first dance. he ignores the thoughts that that should've been him. because he knows it's crazy to think that when he's the reason your heart ached and was shrouded in ice before cove introduced you to a soft, warm love. not a fleeting, prickly love like baxter had to offer.

his love is safe, sure. and even though baxter is so sure he can offer you that now, he laid down a line and even though he's picked up the rope to let you in, the dents are still there and you refuse to cross it.

so he accepts your offer of friendship at the end of the night because he knows that's all he'll have. he gave up a fortune of your love for a penny of your kindness, and he would rather have one percent of you than nothing at all.

even if it means his home is always empty, and his walls are devoid of warmth compared to yours, and his picture frames only have pictures of sunsets and beaches instead of family photos.

and after he comes home from spending time with your family and your friends, he hopes there's another universe where he doesn't let you go or pretend his heart doesn't ache, and that he doesn't yearn to be the one kissing you happily at your anniversary party...

[botanicalcanopus]

imagine a dead session that's basically an adaptation of dante's inferno

[note: the planet taken into the session becomes treachery while the black queen is holed up in fraud]

Okay I think this will be rather long but only because I am genuinely in love with how many possible ways you could use Dante's Inferno for Sburb. So bear with my rambling.

First: Holy Fuck Cool Session Idea Like it would be really cool for a 9-12 player session. We only have the small sample size of Homestuck that shows sessions tend to evenly distribute players between moons. But, like I keep iterating like a broken record Sburb literally makes Anything Possible* (yay). So whether you do one dead session like the ask says, a session of nine with each character/land/denizen being represented by one circle, or adding in some extra "circles" such as the the bottom layer with Satan where resides, Earth/mortal realm, and Heaven. Literally a fun concept to give your characters probably even more religious trauma! :D *As far as I've seen

Second: Putting the Dead in Dead (Skip to the Third Section for Ask Answer) What is a Dead Session: A dead session (for anyone new or too busy to research) is what happens when you don't prototype your kernel sprite pre-entry to the Medium. The referenced ask is in relation to Caliborn's session, which is a unique case where if a player tries to solo the game, the kernel turns into a blackhole to bring your entire planet into the session as your land. Skaia then darkens and explodes into 15 planets with a blackhole where Skaia used to be. One must then travel to and defeat either the planet's boss or all life on that planet, and place a bomb strategically somewhere (and by proxy escape said planet) to blast it into the blackhole. This is obviously a reference to the game Snooker (what is commonly called Billiards but they are actually different!) which fits English's whole Pool Ball theme. Once a planet is concurred the player will receive a follower/helper (in Caliborn's case the Leprechauns) and each planet gets progressively harder with less time to defeat the next one. If you survive this and if you survive your Denizen's Choice then you will be granted power beyond comprehension. Calliope did say that it favors Time players and that should be relatively obvious why. It is a fair bit more complex but that's the main gist!

Third: I'll Stop Fucking Rambling and Answer Okay so a Dante's Inferno would be a sick way to handle this and assuming that it doesn't have be exactly like Snooker each time with all 15 planets showing up (or you just get super lucky and have some pocket immediately), it would be 10 total in this session. The Player's planet brought in would be one of the layers like the asker says. The nine layers of hell, and therefore the nine planets that would be summoned would be Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, and Treachery. All of these would need to be defeated in order like we've seen before, skipping 8 for last as well since that seems to be the mechanic. Now Satan in the story technically lives in the last layer (Treachery) but you can also separate him by technically putting him in a sublayer called Judecca. Soooo, if you make Satan/Lucifer/Devil your denizen you could technically have Treachery be its own planet. The Black Queen being holed up in Fraud makes sense. It was the layers of thieves, sorcerers, flatters, beggars, etc. A royal who's main job is to oversee the kingdom would have the silver tongue necessary to charm and make many fraudulent claims. My headcanons for this would be that the helpers you'd get could be something from Christian-based mythos, and since The Felt members were so broken power-wise it wouldn't surprise me if you either get young cherubs, some of the higher ranking demon princes, or some version of fallen angels as your crew. Your Land if you end up winning would be something like Land of Sin and Salvation, but the aspect doesn't have to be tied to Hope per say it just has heavy themes.

Or do whatever you want. That's just my two cents :) Cool ask, Anon.

[el0diehasarr1ved]

(Voo asker)

First of all, happy birthday :D

If you don't mind me asking, do you have any problems with Non-existent Living besides the host being an ass. Unlike Voo, I haven't watched this one so I'm just curious

Firstly, thank you for the birthday wish! Much appreciated.

Second I don't have a problem with the show itself. I did like it back then when I would watch it during the pandemic. Some of the characters are good, the animation is smooth and nice, and the concept of someone not existing as a way to get eliminated is very unique. BUT Wand is basically the reason why I can't enjoy the show (I know his actual name is Magic Wand but ehh).

It's obvious that Wand is basically another jerk host which I really wouldn't mind since majority of the jerk hosts we have are very enjoyable. But he doesn't have anything to make him a likeable jerk host. He's not complex like MePhone or Controlly. He's not sympathetic like Gold Ingot. He's not even funny like 4 or Chocolate Bar. He's just a jerk host that's frustrating to like.

His only gimmick is that he yells at Thing a lot and gets angry over the tiniest things. He doesn't really gaf about his contestants either. He literally yells at one of the contestants for dying. And the contestant in question died because of something that he wasn't aware of would kill him!! It's like accidentally dying is like a sin in the show. And yeah I know he was going to have a plot in the show before it got cancelled. But how can I expect to like him if he's just an unlikeable jerk for the first few episodes.

And it's the reason why I made him the main antagonist in HCD since he would honestly fit to be a bully character. It just sucks I have to have a Wand apologist to deal with now.