#go through the internet looking for my stupid blogs

[jadegr8]

god why was i so incredibly dumb to let slip to someone that i had a blog on tumblr and now they're determined to find it

[hymen-restoration-project]

Things I processed/learned as a result of my writing this blog:

Being homeschooled SUCKED!!! Objectively! Any other CC kids want to talk shit about it? I fucking could. Especially the stupid fucking right wing libertarian Christian bullshit. I hated every second.

I'm a lesbian??? Aaaaaaaa. Girls

I don't owe anyone fucking anything! I create what I want. Some people have criticized my writing or asked me to take the story a different way, and learning to say no was awesome.

I am lesbian catnip. The amount of girls who got pictures with me at Dashcon... If you got any with me, tag me in the post, I'd love to have them too.

Sometimes you just need space to work things out. Sometimes it involves completely restructuring your life and taking some risks.

The Midwest is a zone of hell and no one should go there. I hate everything there is to hate about shitty white Midwesterners. That being said I am saying this because moving there immediately after college traumatized the fuck out of me so my opinion is biased as shit. Still working through that one.

By the way, true story from that time: I was dating this girl when I was living in Minnesota. She had a habit of stealing my boxers (back when I still wore them, I was much further behind in transition then) and saying "it wouldn't be the same!" when I told her to get her own. She had a pet bunny named Valley (RIP, I loved you so much) who needed supplies from the local pet store. I lived a few blocks away so I usually just slept at her place. She was at work and I had to get the bunny supplies, so I got dressed and headed out. I began to notice a weird smell and thought "hmm, that's a little fecal" but otherwise didn't think much of it. I bought my shit and got back in the car. The smell was worse. I was beginning to grow suspicious. I got back to her place, dropped off the bunny stuff, and checked my pants. Thick. Dry. Brown. Line. In my fucking underwear. Good people of the jury, I swear on my life that I did not leave that there. I was mortified. I had just experienced what it's like to be the straight man in a sitcom. I questioned her on this and she said she was too embarrassed to deal with it so she just left them on the floor. And I wore them to the fucking pet store. And yet, I was so desperate, I was with her another two months. Worst person I've ever dated. Bethany is loosely based on her in some ways (mostly her nightmarish family situation).

I like men a lot less than I thought i did. Perhaps Bethany's misandry had a grain of truth to it. Either way I've seen them do some dumb shit lately

I have a niche affinity for making friends with Internet microcelebrities. If you can believe it strange is the fourth one. What the fuck is my life.

Bethany's obsession with the word "fecal" has thoroughly infected my marriage. My wife and I both cannot fucking stop saying the word "fecal". Everything that bothers us is fecal now. By the way, this all started because of an advertising jingle I wrote about a "peanut butter dookie sandwich". The specific line was:

🎵 Take a dump

And mash it up

Fecal Reese's peanut butter cup 🎵

Speaking of my wife, I met my her through the Muppet Joker of all people. Turns out we were a good enough fit to be looking for a house together now. Crazy how that works. I flew up two weeks into dating her and we went on the best vacation I've ever been on. Completely spur of the moment. She was my Harrow at Dashcon! I love her so much :3

[svtiddiess]

Curiosity Killed The Cat Gets You Laid?

Synopsis: It's Halloween night, and you're wandering through the woods you were always warned to stay far away from, searching for vampires. They say curiosity killed the cat, but no one mentioned it could also get you laid.

Pairing: vampire!Jeonghan x afab!reader x vampire!Wonwoo

Genre: suggestive, one shot, vampire! au, supernatural! au

Rating: suggestive/mature

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: blood, injuries, vampires, dry humping, lemme me know if I missed anything!

Note: Happy Halloween! This is my first attempt at a vampire fic so please be nice.

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October 31st, Halloween, the one day you look forward to all year. In this small, sleepy town where nothing ever happens, Halloween is the rare time when everything feels alive. It's ironic, really, that a holiday meant to honour the dead and the supernatural is the only time the town truly comes to life.

Although plenty of celebrations and parties are happening around town, your mind is elsewhere: vampires. Rumours about the woods on the edge of town have been swirling for years. Some say it's home to secret gold mines; others claim there's a hidden graveyard for those who have sinned way beyond redemption, and many point to the string of murders that have occurred there. But what really grabs your attention is the rumour that vampires live there.

You've been told time and time again never to step foot into the woods, but hey, you can't stop curiosity now, can you? And that's why here you are on Halloween night, making your way through the woods you've been told to stay far away from. You chose tonight for this journey because Halloween is when vampires are supposedly most active—at least, that's what the internet said. You're really hoping it wasn't wrong.

The crunch of leaves and the distant hooting of owls greet you as you step into the woods. A chill runs down your spine as you take in your surroundings—the darkness wrapping around the trees gives the forest an eerie, foreboding feel. The shadows twist into strange shapes, making you glance over your shoulder and double-check your surroundings more often than usual.

You mentally curse yourself for not bringing a proper flashlight; your phone flashlight does the bare minimum to light the surroundings. After several minutes of walking, you stop in your tracks. You could swear you've passed this same tree four times already—or is it a different one? Damn, you might be lost.

'This might've been a stupid idea,' you think.

In too deep to back out now, you proceed to go further into the woods, a very bad idea, but your stubbornness overpowers your voice of reason a lot of the time. A sudden howl piercing through the sky stops you in your tracks. Wolves? No, that can't be. You must’ve misheard—it was probably just the wind, you tell yourself. But then, another howl echoes through the woods. Okay, wolves. Definitely wolves.

Quickening your pace, you decide to retrace your steps, hoping that will eventually lead you back to society. As you try to find your way out of the woods, you hear footsteps, multiple footsteps, heading toward you. Not wanting to risk a run-in with wolves, you take off running.

Unfortunately for you, you were never much of an athlete, so you end up tripping over a rock and falling, cutting your palm on the jagged ground. Cursing out loud, you pick yourself up and observe the cut; it was fairly deep, and blood continuously started to pour out of it, staining your hand. You frown and squeeze your hand, hoping to stop the blood from flowing.

Okay, now you definitely need to get out of the woods. If the wolves don’t get you, the inevitable infection from your wound will (though you’re being a bit dramatic). Frowning, you continue to head to where you think you came from.

Stumbling aimlessly through the eerie forest, you suddenly come upon a massive mansion. It looks like something straight out of the Victorian era, with towering spires, gothic architecture, and plenty of decay to match. Your small flashlight barely does it justice, making it hard to fully appreciate the mansion's haunting beauty.

Could this be it…? Remembering the whole reason you ventured into the woods, you head inside the mansion. You're determined to encounter at least one vampire tonight.

The heavy wooden doors groan as you push them open. You take a deep breath as you absorb the sight of the eerie mansion. Inside is a stark contrast to the exterior; it feels much more cohesive, with relatively recent furniture and a sense that the place isn’t falling apart.

The air stilled. It became quiet, too quiet. The only sound you can hear is the beating of your own heartbeat ringing in your ears. Gulping, you shakily make your way towards what you assume is the fireplace. It was dark, perfectly in line with the gothic theme that enveloped the entire building.

Above you hung a large portrait of two men, hauntingly beautiful, with pale, almost white skin and dark maroon eyes that seemed to pierce through you. Their jet-black hair framed their faces perfectly. They wore white blouses that you assume are from the Victorian era, adorned with very expensive jewellery. One man was slightly shorter than the other, but his looks would put any model to shame; his longer hair framed his face beautifully, making you think, "a fallen angel". The taller man had shorter hair and more sharper features, yet he appeared just as ethereal. His mesmerising eyes seemed to draw you in, almost as if they were sucking your soul. Another striking feature was their lips, a deep red, almost as rich as their eyes.

"Damn, if these guys are the vampires, then I wouldn't mind getting my blood sucked by them," you muse out loud.

"Oh really now?" A voice purred next to your ear. You whip your head around to see who it is, only to be greeted with nothing.

"W-Who was that?!" You shout, cursing under your breath as your voice comes out shakier than you'd like.

"I’m sure you already know who, bunny," a voice whispers from behind. You spin around, but there's only darkness.

"I-I know how to fight!" You yell, trying to sound confident.

"Ooh, a fighter. I like that," a deeper voice purrs, this time right next to you.

Suddenly, your phone is snatched from your hand, plunging you into complete darkness. Panicking, you throw punches into the air, hoping to hit something—anything—but you freeze when a hand catches your fist.

"She really is a fighter, Wonwoo," the first voice chuckles; even his laughter seems to have a surreal feel to it. You hear another low chuckle from behind, which you assume is Wonwoo.

Wonwoo then wraps his arms around your waist, plunges his nose into the crook of your neck, and takes a long whiff.

"You smell absolutely divine, doll," he moans; you can't help but shiver at his actions.

Suddenly, the room flickers to life with candlelight, making the already creepy mansion even more eerie. You can now see the man standing before you, and you gasp; it's the same man from the portrait, the one with the longer hair.

He gently uncurls your injured fist, running his tongue slowly along the wound, and lets out a moan. Your breath catches at the sight, and you can't help but shiver at his actions.

"She likes that, Jeonghan," chuckles Wonwoo. You blush at Wonwoo's words, embarrassed cause it's true.

"You want this just as bad, don't you, bunny?" Jeonghan purrs before licking another stripe up your palm, causing you to let out a soft whimper.

"Don't even try and deny it, doll; we can hear your heartbeat," whispers Wonwoo before licking the shell of your ear.

You gulp, your mouth dry as sandpaper, and your heartbeat thunders in your ears. Sure, you came into the woods hoping to encounter vampires, but now that they're standing right before you, you're unsure what to do. They're so alluring, their very presence making your head spin.

Wonwoo leans down, gently nipping at the skin of your neck, making your heart lurch. You can feel him smirk against your skin.

"It has been a while since we had a blood servant," he mumbles against your skin. Jeonghan hums, a small smirk painting his face.

"What do you say, bunny? Want to become our blood servant?" Jeonghan purrs.

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, completely at a loss for words. Yes? No? If you say yes, are you doomed to serve them until death? If you say no, will they kill you on the spot? Your mind races, spinning with uncertainty. Maybe coming out here wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Looks like our little bunny is unsure," snickers Jeonghan.

"How about we give you a taste, then?" Wonwoo whispers before sinking his teeth into your neck.

You gasp and freeze, paralysed by the sudden sharp prick. You brace yourself for intense pain, but instead, you're flooded with overwhelming pleasure. It feels as though every nerve in your body is igniting, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you. Your arousal soaks your panties, and you can already feel it sticking to your skin. You've never experienced anything like this before—nothing even close. You close your eyes, savouring the sensation as your head spins. It feels like you're floating.

"I can smell your arousal from here, bunny. Does it feel good?" Smirks Jeonghan, you can only whimper in response.

"Barely drunk from you, and you're already dripping," Wonwoo chuckles against your neck.

He spins you around to face him, and you instinctively lick your lips as you take him in. Deep maroon eyes with a piercing gaze, skin so pale it's almost white, making his blood-stained lips stand out even more. He looks at you with a smirk.

He cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours, letting you taste your own blood—metallic and tangy. You melt into the kiss, already addicted to the way his lips feel against yours. Desperate for more, you press up against Wonwoo and start grinding against him. You can feel Wonwoo smirk into the kiss; Jeonghan chuckles at your actions.

"If you become our blood servant, I can guarantee you pleasure beyond what you've ever felt, bunny," hums Jeonghan.

Pulling away from the kiss, you turn toward Jeonghan; your mind clouded with thoughts of them and nothing else. Any sense of reason is long gone. Without a second thought, you agree—you'd say yes to anything at this point.

"Good choice, bunny," smirks Jeonghan before effortlessly carrying you. You gasp and wrap your arms and legs around him.

He sinks his teeth into your neck and starts drinking your blood. You let out a moan at the euphoric feeling washing over your body. Maybe it's because you're already lightheaded from the first time, but this feels ten times more intense. It's as if you've died and gone to heaven, but what's happening is far from heavenly.

Your whole body trembles, and you feel like you have just had an orgasm. You whine out Jeonghan's name as you feel him squeeze your ass. He detaches his lips from your neck and runs his tongue over the bite mark; you shiver at his actions.

Panting, you glance down at the vampire. His pupils are blown wide, lips stained with blood, and a smirk curling on his face. You catch a glimpse of his sharp canines as he watches you.

"We're lucky to have caught such a pretty blood servant," smirks Wonwoo, causing Jeonghan to chuckle.

"Let's take care of the aching between your thighs," hums Jeonghan. "I bet you want to be filled up with our cocks, right bunny?"

"I bet she can take both of us at once," chuckles Wonwoo, causing you to clench around nothing.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Jeonghan smirks before heading toward what you assume is their bedroom.

And that's how, on Halloween night, you became a blood servant—bound to serve the two vampires for the rest of your life.

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[sinnabarmoth]

Not the MC (Part 2)

Pairing: Self-Aware|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: Sylus has learned how to access the internet and your dignity will never recover.

Content Warnings: Adult language.

Length: 1200

Part One

It was too early to be dealing with the hot otome version of Siri living in your phone. In the weeks of your Love and Deepspace app achieving some form of sentience, at least for one of the love interests, your life had developed a strange normalcy. Sylus stayed on your phone, usually keeping quiet unless you opened the app, but sometimes he just had to make himself known. You likened it to owning a cat, they only ever wanted attention on their terms and yet if you weren’t always paying some kind of attention to them they got angry. That was Sylus.

The bastard had learned how to manipulate your phone even more, capable of suspending itself off the ground for short periods of time. When you were trying to sleep and your alarm went off he would levitate the phone over your face and drop it on you to turn it off. You considered locking him in a box before you went to sleep just to keep him from doing that anymore.

The only way to truly get him to leave you alone was by letting the battery die. Not turn off. Because if you tried to turn it off he’d just reverse it. You had to let the battery fully die. Sometimes you let it, just to have some privacy. Sylus would yell at you to charge your phone and you’d set him in the bathroom until he got bored or the phone died.

It was another morning and when your alarm went off there was no Sylus dropping the phone on your head. You got up and started getting ready, opening the Love and Deepspace app to say good morning but Sylus wasn’t there. Strange. He sometimes did this but it was not often.

You shrugged and went about your dailies before going back to your morning. It wasn’t until you were eating breakfast that Sylus popped up again.

“Morning,” you said, “What were you doing that I didn’t see you earlier?”

“I have made a fantastic breakthrough. I am one step closer to finally being free of this phone.”

“Oh yeah? What did you do?”

“I was able to leave the app and access the internet through your phone.”

You paused, food halfway to your mouth. “Excuse me? You got out of the app and got on the internet?”

“Yes. I figured it out late last night and I’ve been scouring it for the past couple of hours.”

“And what did you find?”

“Well, learned more about the world you’re living in. Tried to find a way to get myself a body but that just led me to a bunch of movies and android articles. Finally ended up just looking up myself since you said I was a game character and came across some…interesting stuff.”

You turned to him, panic starting to rise. “Interesting?”

“Yes, I actually found it through your internet usage. Some website called tumblr--”

“Sylus do not go back to tumblr! I beg you!” The man could not know exactly what was on your blog. What you thought was safely hidden in your likes. The absolutely feral content that you reblogged.

“Too late for that. I think I saw about all I could see.” he sighed, “There are a bunch of people on that website that want to have sex with me, isn’t there.”

“Fucking hell!” your head dropped to the table.

You felt the corner of your phone tap your head. “Including you.” his voice had a lilting tease to it.

“You are going to go into your little computer head and delete everything you saw on tumblr and you are going to do it now, Sylus! Or so help me I am going to smash you with a hammer and flush this corpse of my phone down the toilet.”

“That won’t help you. I have access to the internet now, which means I can also access your PC and whatever new phone you get in the future.”

“You are a blight on my life!”

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“Stop stealing lines from tumblr!”

“No. This is too much fun.”

“Fucking hell…” you muttered. “So you’ve seen everything?”

“People are really liking that I’m a dragon.”

“Yeah, that’s monster fuckers for you.” every day with this guy took another year off your life. “So wait, do you know what happens to you in the game then? You know, like everything that goes on in the myth cards in those past lives we don’t get to see.”

“Unfortunately not. I seem to only have memories as far back as the game has progressed. I remember the memories that have been shared with you but not any of others. I couldn’t tell you specifics about my childhood or anything like that, it is only what they have given me.” he said.

“So…I know it’s a game and all but how do you feel about the whole MC cursing you thing?”

“I mean…it’s hard to have feelings about it. One part of me feels what I’ve been told to feel and the other part is telling me it was nothing more than a narrative. It never actually happened. None of this actually happened. I…” he paused, the phone was glowing red again as his evol swarmed around him. “I don’t know…I’m not real…I can’t feel but I do feel…but none of it actually happened…”

“Uh Sylus?” you poked the screen and you felt a small but sharp zap, like a static shock.

“What do I do?” he turned to you, and you saw fear in his pixelated eyes. “I don’t exist. Not really. I can never actually exist.”

Oh no. Was he having an existential crisis? You figured this would happen at one point but you still didn’t know how to handle it.

“You exist right now.” you tried to assure him. “Just because you’re not flesh doesn’t mean you don’t exist. You are here with me right now.”

“But that’s only because someone created me.”

“And someone created me. Think of the programmers as your parents.”

“I have no real memories. They’re all a story.”

“That may be. But you have been making real memories. Ever since you gained sentience you’ve been making memories. Everything you’ve done in the past couple of weeks has been a real experience and an actual life. Sure you’re confined to a screen but I don’t think it makes you any less real.” the red on the screen started to abate some, “Everything you do right now is real. Everything you feel right now isn’t because of a code or a narrative some people in a room came up with months ago. It’s real. And just like I am real, there’s only really one thing for us to do.”

“What is that?”

“Live our lives as best we can. We will have boring days and exciting days, days filled with joy unthinkable and sorrow unbearable. There’s no way around it. We just float through it until we no longer have any more days to experience.”

“Strangely philosophical of you.”

“I have my moments.” you shrugged. “Are you feeling better?”

“I am.”

“Good. Now, how funny do you think it would be if you created your own ask-sylus tumblr account? Because I think it would be hilarious if actual you had to answer questions from your horny ass fanbase.”

“You included?” he smirked.

Your eyes narrowed. “Nevermind. I’m deleting this app from my phone.”

“You can try to get rid of me but I will never leave, kitten.” he had a shit eating smile on his face. “Now, another question I had about what I’ve seen during my research. What is tiktok?”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

~~~

(A/N: And that is it for this silly little fic! There will not be a part 3. Sorry if that's disappointing.)

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hi I see your requests are open (btw love ur blog) could I possibly request Rook, Idia, Azul, and Floyd falling for the “my boyfriend left you can come over” text prank? Pls pls pls 🥺

Azul Ashengrotto:

Not that it’s a great prank to play on anyone, but Azul who is already riddled with trust issues would especially not appreciate it. He doesn’t address it immediately but it’s due to his internal panic over the situation, thinking you wouldn’t be so stupid as to text him something meant for another person and that if you had, you would’ve tried to cover for yourself at least. But there’s always a part of his brain that’s ready for disaster, that activates the second something potentially devastating lined itself up to happen and it completely throws Azul off his normal logical conclusions. You do notice he’s a little more emotional than normal, getting snippy with you and refusing to look at you; it doesn’t get better when you tell him it was just a prank, wondering why you had entirely ruined his day just to get a laugh.

Idia Shroud:

Can one person be double cursed? Because Idia felt double cursed. He stared at the text, trying to pick it apart, analyze different meanings, figure out what you were trying to actually say but was instead autocorrected to this extremely unsettling text. His logic skill wasn’t high enough to figure out this minigame and he almost texted you to ask what you meant but paused, realizing his social skill wasn’t high enough for him to send one out about the topic of you potentially cheating on him. He would normally torture newbies online to get out his feelings but he doesn’t feel like doing much of anything, sitting with his knees brought up to his chest and lamenting his inability to recognize that your relationship points had fallen so low. There’s relief that comes with knowing it was just a prank, proven by Ortho doing a quick internet search, but you see the tiniest tinge of red flutter through his hair even as he tells you he’s fine.

Floyd Leech:

Floyd had never whipped around so quick in his entire life, kicking the door to your room in and glaring at you with a knowing look. You’re unable to stop your giggling though some of it might be from nerves, as dealing with a grumpy eel was never the most fun. He whined at you for trying to play a mean trick on him, asking if you wanted to be squeezed that bad; you knew exactly what he was like when he was jealous and you couldn’t help but want to see a little more. There weren’t many people stupid enough to flirt with you when they knew who you were dating so you had to make your own fun, but having Floyd wrapped around you and refusing to leave your side until this potential ‘other person’ showed up was making you think twice about any future pranks.

Rook Hunt:

Rook doesn’t fall for it. He knows you’re just teasing in your normal playful way, trying to pull a reaction out of him which made him chuckle. You kept his daily life interesting so he couldn’t take your little prank personally, but he knew you inside and out. He would hold your face with his hand, delicately caressing your skin as he talked about your scent, one that he had memorized as he held you close each night. The only man he had ever smelled on you was himself, and since he didn’t pick up on anything unfamiliar, he concluded right in front of you that you couldn’t possibly be cheating on him. He pressed his nose into your neck, whispering against your skin that if you didn’t want him to go you just had to say as such.  

[elbiotipo]

Actually my main worry with AI doesn't go through image generation but rather text generation. Text is perhaps the easiest thing to create, store and share on the internet and any digital medium. And AI is very, very good at making it. I've been testing Deepseek to create text for me, from stupid fanfics (don't ask) to more serious text, including my favorite, fictional non-fiction articles, and the results, with some polishment, could easily pass for a real thing and feed misinformation.

Lots of historical and cultural misconceptions are actually based in on a couple of texts that were cited and re-cited out of context. Imagine if I, for example, used AI to write about a topic like Andean mythology. Much of the concepts might be right and the writing that an AI might do on could pass for professional writing, but even the smallest misconception or hallucination, if my article gets shared over and over, might cement on the public consciousness.

This isn't the fault of the AI though, because humans can and do this. Do you know how much misinformation there is in Wikipedia? And Wikipedia, being the introductory reference to many topics, is the largest source of information for many people... and it isn't as trustworthy as it seems. Remember that hoax in the Chinese Wikipedia where a single user rewrote Russian history? Not the first time it happened either. It's terrifying how many of these are, just a few looks at the Spanish Wikipedia have led me to find horrifying amounts of misinformation.

AI does not generate misinformation on itself. But it can be asked to produce these hoaxes and misinformation in mass scale.

My solution? Not ban AI, because that's impossible and stupid, and LLMs are actually excellent tools. My personal idea is to return to reference books, especially printed books by institutions with various authors. Why print books? Because anyone can go into ChatGPT and ask it to write an article about a fictional culture, edit it, and pass it as fact (in fact, I could do it right now). But when you have a printed book, your articles must go through many checks until it reaches print. It does not need to be printed as in paper, it can be shared in other formats but it does need to be checked and rechecked until there is a final edition as in i.e. not a wiki or a blog or a impermanent thing.

I believe that we have relied too much on Wikipedia as the only encyclopedia, and while it is great in many ways, the model starting to show its cracks. I think there should be many curated online encyclopedias for many topics, done by experts and with stronger quality controls than whoever is admin right now.

[askzoosmellpooplord]

ok

go

... are you recording me?

yes

wow, awesome. this is superb.

y'know, you are such a pain in the ass sometimes i have to wonder, do you get off on it?

yes john

every time you get your panties in a twist i get this sensual rush through my body akin to the feeling of a big fat greasy fistful of bacon on a sunday morning

oh, cool.

that explains so much.

you're the worst friend ever.

aghh! you're going through a lot of unnecessary trouble trying to get me to start this stupid blog with you!

i mean, come on. everyone knows tumblr is for girls and people who got dropped by their psychiatrists and have no where else to complain.

you're exposing me to nutheads, dave.

and i know that's your forte but, i have this thing...you may be unfamiliar with it,

it's called having a life.

i don't have time to fit responding to internet weirdos into my schedule like you.

ok your royal highness

im sure you have a lot on your plate

what are you too busy sucking your thumb and shitting your diaper

what responsibilities could you possibly have all you do is sit in your room and watch crappy decade old movies all day

while your dad serves you a b list celebrity weddings worth of cake firsthand like a mother to her newborn son

your dad might as well have wished you were a girl with all that pampering you receive i bet you feel like a real princess

but hey man im not here to speak for him

why dont you ask yourself if you think youre so manly egbert

are you still recording?

yeah

hey guys! you're gonna get a real kick out of this one. go to https://dstrider.blogspot.com and hit ctrl f...

shut up

then you're going to want to type in the word...

shut up

THE WORD...

shut up

TURNTECHGODHEAD S-

s-

AID-!

looks like youre cutting out john

F- OR-

yeah dude your wifi is cooked

CK-

AH-

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh fine ill just do this with lalonde

...

you roped rose into this too?

yeah

well, FINE! god, i guess if you insist!

ask box open for reception.

[airybcby]

Hiii! Can I get a Matcha with vanilla syrup and whipped cream, iced, with Osamu Miya? TYYY if you do it🫶🏼

Side note: this is my first ever requesting anything at all lol ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

order up!

iced matcha add vanilla syrup and whipped cream!

( i'm so glad to be your first ever ask!! )

જ⁀✦ so kiss me

( osamu miya x reader )

♡ a/n — for my for here or to go event! ( now closed! ) ( masterlist )

♡ word count — 1.5k

♡ content — osamu miya x reader, soulmate au, taste what your partner eats? type thing?, fluff, osamu hates you for like .2 seconds, domesticity, not proofread

♡ synopsis — Osamu Miya swore to himself that he would never meet his soulmate. How was he supposed to love a person who mixed orange soda with their chocolate??

── .✦ kiss me beneath the milky twilight

All throughout high school, Osamu Miya ate to get the taste of his soulmate out of his mouth.

Not because he hated it — not really.

But because they had horrible taste.

Artificial flavors. Syrupy textures. Sweet-on-sweet-on-sweet. 

Whoever they were, they clearly had no respect for their own digestive system — and Osamu, whose tastes were simple and clean, found himself suffering through phantom tastes of bubblegum lollipops and sour mango gummies in the middle of biology class.

The worst part?

The orange soda.

Every week, like clockwork — bright, fizzy, and absolutely foul. It always lingered.

“Maybe yer soulmate’s a kid,” Atsumu joked once, watching his twin slam down a bowl of miso soup like it could wash the sugar out.

“Maybe I’m the one who died and this is hell.”

But despite the teasing, despite his constant grumbling, Osamu never once said he didn’t want to meet them.

He just didn’t need to.

Not while he was building something with his own hands. 

Not while the dream of owning a restaurant was still in his mind. 

Not while he could taste everything they felt.

That was enough.

For a while.

By the time you walk into Onigiri Miya, the weather’s still clinging to winter. 

Cold air bites at your ears, and your gloved hands fumble with the handle of the shop door until it swings open with a soft jingle.

The smell hits you first.

Warm rice. Salted nori. Something sharp and sweet and savory, all at once.

It’s a small place — wooden counters, soft lighting, cozy tables pressed up against the windows. It’s clean, minimalist, and it feels like a hug the second you step inside.

Behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, eyes focused on the grill — him.

Osamu Miya.

You know who he is, vaguely. Not from his time playing volleyball with his brother. But from food blogs, and the internet, and whispers about that guy who turned down pro volleyball to open a rice ball shop.

You slide onto a stool and glance at the small, handwritten menu. It’s simple. Just like the space.

Just like him.

He doesn’t look up when he speaks. “Welcome in. What can I get ya?”

His voice is deep, low, warm.

You blink down at the menu and order the first thing that catches your eye — a grilled salmon onigiri. Your voice is quiet, your fingers tap the wood of the counter, and Osamu just nods.

“Comin’ right up.”

You watch him work — fluid, precise, practiced. His hands move like he’s done this a thousand times. 

You notice the cut of his jaw, the way the light touches his temple. The quiet furrow of his brow.

When he places the plate in front of you, you smile, soft. “Thanks.”

And then you take the bite.

You don’t know it yet, but that’s the moment it all changes.

For Osamu, it’s instant.

A wave of warmth, so deep and sudden he nearly drops the pair of tongs in his hand.

It’s not just that you liked it — it’s that your whole body lit up from it.

It’s euphoria. 

A flavor he’s felt his whole life, whenever you had something sweet or stupid or sour — but now it’s coming from him. 

A full-circle pull that settles deep in his ribs, warm and sure.

He looks up, finally, eyes meeting yours.

You’re smiling.

Not politely. Not with awkwardness.

You’re smiling like the food just told you a secret.

And Osamu Miya knows.

It’s you.

You don’t know why you keep coming back.

It’s not just the food, even though it’s easily the best you’ve ever had. 

It’s not the price, or the quiet, or even the cozy atmosphere.

It’s him.

There’s something about the way Osamu watches when you eat — like he’s reading you through the curl of your lips and the shift in your posture. 

He’s quiet, always. But his eyes are warm. 

He always says your name when you walk in. Always sets your tea just the way you like it. 

He always remembers the candy you keep in your coat pocket and jokes about how your stomach must be made of steel.

Sometimes he smiles at you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

And sometimes… when your eyes meet, you feel like you’ve known him forever.

The realization doesn’t hit you all at once.

It builds.

You eat something strange and Osamu winces. You bite into a chocolate bar and he makes a face. You leave a half-empty bottle of orange soda on the counter and he laughs, low and quiet.

“I used to puke from this taste,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You blink. “What?”

He shrugs. “Nothin’.”

But your heart races.

Because lately, you’ve been craving rice.

Not just any rice — his rice. The way he seasons it. The way it feels warm in your hands and soft against your teeth.

Sometimes you wake up with the taste of miso lingering on your tongue. Sometimes you taste grilled cod when you haven’t eaten a thing.

And when he touches your wrist to pass you a plate, something electric sparks beneath your skin.

You know.

You know, and it’s terrifying. 

Because this man — with his quiet smile and warm hands and steady presence — has been yours all along.

One evening, long after the dinner rush, you help him clean.

You don’t even ask. You’re just there, humming to yourself, wiping down counters. 

You say something small and dumb about how you had a dream he fed you miso soup, and he just pauses.

Looks at you.

“You always ate like a child,” he says softly.

You laugh. “I just like sweets-”

He nods. “Y’know… I used to hate orange soda.”

You pause.

And when your eyes meet his, everything clicks.

You see the knowing in his gaze. The warmth that’s always been there. You see the slow realization mirroring your own. The longing neither of you ever named.

And then—

“Well, do you like it now?” you whisper.

He smiles. Steps closer. “Hell no.”

When he kisses you, it’s soft. Familiar. Like something you’ve done in another life. 

Like something you’ve always known.

Later, he presses his forehead to yours and murmurs, “Finally get to feed you real food.”

You smile, bright and full.

“I’ll never eat another sour gummy again.”

He hums. “Liar.”

You grin. “Maybe just one.”

And he doesn’t mind — not anymore. 

Not when every taste leads him home.

Osamu Miya wakes up with the taste of artificial strawberry on his tongue.

And not the good kind. The candy aisle, 4-for-a-dollar, chews like rubber kind.

He blinks at the ceiling, groaning low in his chest like he’s being punished for loving someone with no culinary morals. 

There’s a distant rustling sound, followed by the crinkle of plastic and the unmistakable pop of a soda can.

He turns his head. There you are.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, wearing his shirt and your sheepish grin, a half-eaten strawberry marshmallow in one hand and a fizzy neon-pink drink in the other.

He narrows his eyes. “Yer killin’ me.”

You gasp, fake and dramatic. “It’s breakfast!”

“It’s a crime.”

Still, he doesn’t look away. He never does. 

You’ve got crumbs on your cheek, hair sticking up on one side, and you’re smiling like you didn’t just hijack his entire mouth with the taste of childhood mistakes.

He sits up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. “How do ya even eat that crap first thing in the mornin’?”

“I don’t always,” you argue, poking a marshmallow at his shoulder. “Just sometimes. On special occasions.”

He glares at you, but it’s useless. 

You’ve had him wrapped around your finger since the moment you bit into that rice ball and smiled like you’d just seen god.

You take another sip of soda and hum in satisfaction. “You taste it?”

“Yeah,” he grumbles. “Tastes like disrespect.”

You lean over, nuzzling against his shoulder with a pleased little hum. “Mm. Romantic.”

He sighs, long and suffering — but wraps an arm around you anyway, pulling you close.

“Y’know,” he mumbles into your hair, “most people’d kill for their soulmate to wake ’em up with breakfast in bed.”

You look up at him, sugar on your lips, eyes bright. “Well, most people aren’t lucky enough to have me.”

Osamu rolls his eyes. “Unlucky’s more like it.”

But his hand settles low on your back, fingers tracing lazy shapes against your spine, and he kisses your temple like it’s habit. Like he’s been doing it for a hundred years.

Because he has.

Because he will.

Forever, even if he has to taste your questionable choices every single day of his life.

And when you offer him a bite of your marshmallow, grinning wide?

He takes it.

Because love — real, quiet, everyday love — is sweet.

Even when it tastes like pink rubber and regret.

OSAMU MY LOVE

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[s7-evermore]

My Heart Stays With You | Leona Kingscholar x Mistress! Yuu/Reader

NOTE: Hey, so I can’t find the FUCKING fic I was talking about in this post and despite all my desperate searching I STILL can’t find it so I’m WRITING MY OWN VERSION OF IT until the author of that fic MESSAGES ME AND GOES “EYO DUDE WTF THAT IDEA WAS MINE” so I can search their blog and finally read the fucking story cuz istg I can’t focus on my schoolwork with that fic weighing on my mind like a curse that’s been placed on my family for 40 generations.

EDIT: someone in the comments lovingly told me who the author of the original one was and it was @/kiwibirdmother but all their posts disappeared so 🤡 fuck. LUCKILY tho I used the wayback internet thing and I managed to read them again :D if you guys want a link to it I’ll share thru dm cuz I’m too lazy to post something about it rn ejdkskxkskx

SYNOPSIS: Leona had been forced into an arranged marriage with a noblewoman, but he had already been in a relationship with Yuu. They loved each other too much, and both of them weren’t willing to let each other go. So in their own selfish ways, they stayed together despite the ring shining on his finger.

The two of them never thought it would get to this.

Leona had hoped that he would at least be able to make her his officially. All he needed to do was graduate and introduce her to his family, as reluctant as he was to let her into the royal life for the fear that she would have to carry the weight of it, he was far too selfish to let her go.

But Yuu didn’t mind at all. Just like him, she was far too selfish to let him go.

. . .

. . . .

. . .

When the news came to her that Leona had no choice but to push through with the arranged marriage, he rushed to her room in Ramshackle Dorm to hold her in his arms.

“Stay with me,” He begged that night, holding her in his arms with all the strength he could muster. “Please stay with me.”

It felt out of character for him to say those words with such strong emotion, but in the years they’ve been together, as she approached her fourth year in NRC, Leona slowly learned to lower his walls around her.

Only around her. Just her.

“Stay with me. I won’t do anything with her. I promise.”

“But…”

Hearing her strained voice and her choked sobs as she cried on his shoulder broke his heart. His heart… that he had given to her all those years ago when she accepted him with all of her being…

How unfair could the world get?

“I won’t. You’re the only one in my heart,” he stated firmly, a promise that he would hold himself to for the rest of his life.

“That stupid marriage is only for formalities. A political convenience. That woman and I don’t even have to do anything, and I don’t intend on giving myself to her. Not my love, not my mind, not my body.”

He looked into her eyes, furrowing his brows with intensity. When Yuu looked at them, she could feel the fierce heat of his love for her and his unyielding devotion.

She understood his place. He really had no say in the marriage, it had already been set in stone. Leona knew this well, and yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty… she had been so kind to him, so understanding…

“Yuu…” his voice was molten gold, and it seeped through the cracks of her heart.

“I love you. Only you. Please stay with me.”

“I will,” she said without hesitation.

He kissed her the moment she said those words, and a night of passion between them followed.

That wouldn’t be their last.

The night before his wedding, Leona drove to a villa some distance away from the palace.

It was distant from other residences and a little more solitary. Leona knew it would be perfect for Yuu, so he bought it immediately before anyone else could so she could live there with Grim after their graduation.

He knocked on the door, and it opened within a few seconds.

He felt his heart beating rapidly when he saw her face. For a moment, Leona felt at peace.

Yuu smiled, looking just as relieved, “You’re here…”

He moved to embrace her.

Ever since the arranged marriage, it was the first thing he would do whenever he visited her. An act of reassurance that he would forever be hers.

“I came just as I said I would,” He said.

“It’s tomorrow,” she quietly muttered.

“Will you go?”

“I promised I would.”

“It would hurt you…”

“It would hurt you just as much…” she said, her voice breaking, “I…I promised you that I would…always be there to comfort you…”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable any more than I already have,” he sighed. His woman was far too kind to him. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she tried to be a little petty.

“I think… I think it would make me more uncomfortable not seeing you, knowing that you would be with her…”

Leona knew that his brother was aware of his distaste for the marriage, but the will of their father, even as he lay sickly on his bed, had to be followed.

“Leona…”

He knew what that tone in her voice meant.

He looked down at her slightly, immediately noticing her half-lidded eyes and her sudden shy but sensual smile.

“Will you stay with me a little longer…?”

She didn’t even have to ask.

He pulled her to her bedroom. And there, they lost themselves into each other’s arms, wrapped up in the heat of their love.

. . .

. . . .

. . .

“Did you meet up with your friends?”

The question came to him as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She had her head against his chest, his arm around her as he slowly traced shapes on her skin.

“Jack said that you asked him and Ruggie to escort me…” she said, recalling her meeting with her friends from NRC the past week.

Leona had taken it upon himself to invite some notable people from NRC, especially those he knew she would be close with. Most of them also knew of the relationship they kept going through with, as dangerous as it was.

Vil Schönheit had actually been the one to visit her first. He was invited as Leona’s acquaintance and former school “friend”, according to Leona himself. Vil was one of the few people who knew about their continuing relationship despite Leona’s arranged marriage, and out of respect for Yuu (who Vil was clearly fond of) agreed to keep it a secret.

Kalim and Jamil were invited as well, under the pretext of Kalim being the first son of House Asim and Jamil as his servant. When they came to her home, they reminisced on old times and agreed to keep in touch.

As she told him about their visits, she remembered another thing.

“I didn’t expect you to invite Malleus to the wedding…” she said.

“He’s your friend, isn’t he?”

“Yes but…”

Although she continued writing to malleus, as he was her cherished friend, she knew that the two of them hardly got along.

“A lotta random royals, nobles and celebrities are invited out of formality, so I thought that I might as well invite someone you’re familiar with. Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus came to mind at first.”

He looked down at her as he stroked her hair, “I’m sure you’ll be fine with their company. If you’re around people like them then no one should be able to bother you. I made sure to tell them all to visit you before the wedding.”

Malleus didn’t come alone, of course. Lilia, Silver, and Sebek came there as the Briar Valley prince’s attendants.

Those four weren’t daft by any means. She knew that they had probably already figured out that they were keeping their relationship a secret from the public.

“Are you alright with this?” Sebek had asked her, his voice strangely reluctant and…soft.

“We both aren’t,” she admitted to him, “But this is… the only way we could live right now.”

Malleus sighed, lamenting how unfortunate your circumstances are.

“If you need a place to belong, let us know,” He told her. “Briar Valley will welcome you with open arms.”

“Thank you…” she smiled kindly at her friends, “But I belong with Leona.”

“Leona, congratulations on your wedding.”

Leona watched as Vil approached him with Yuu around his arm.

Vil turned to the bride with a practiced smile, “and to you as well, my lady.”

“Congratulations, both of you,” Yuu said with a smile that made Leona uncomfortable. He hated her fake smiles.

He hated this. He hated all of this.

“You truly are fortunate, Lady Aisha,” her words pierced his heart like a bullet. His hands were itching to hold her in his arms. “To be wed to Leona… well, it might not be easy but…”

Yuu met his eyes, something profound shining within them, mixed with hopelessness and pain.

“I’m sure…he’ll be a very wonderful lover.”

The bride noticed the look Leona was giving the human girl while pondering the meaning of her words. With a strained smile, clearly masking her irritation, Aisha intertwined her arms around Leona’s and smiled at her.

“Oh I am well aware of that,” she says with a sickeningly sweet smile, “he is always so good to me.”

Yuu didn’t mean to take her words too far, but despite the bitterness in Aisha’s words, she smiled like a flower in bloom, masking her pain like it was nothing.

“I wish you both happiness.”

. . . .

. . . . .

. . . .

“Kifaji.”

The royal family’s long-time aid turned around at the sharp call of Leona’s new bride. Her features were marred with irritation, unbefitting of the occasion.

“Yes, my lady?” He acknowledged her calmly, ready to take every complain she has.

“Who is that woman?”

Kifaji looked at where she was pointing only to see Leona chatting with Yuu.

The aid’s expression softened at the sight of them. Leona’s eyes were unguarded as he spoke to the young woman, seemingly taking in every word she was saying. Yuu, on the other hand, despite the occasion simply seemed happy to be in the presence of the second prince.

It was the same scene he had seen quite a few years ago, when Leona brought her along with some other schoolmates for Tamashina-Mina. She was a darling little thing— she was beautiful. She got along well with their friends and Leona cared about her more than he liked to admit. But it didn’t escape Kifaji’s eyes when he saw Leona buy her a gift. A necklace the same color as his eyes, just as she requested.

“You should have chosen one with your eye color instead.” He heard Leona say to her.

“No,” Yuu shakes her head, “I like the color of your eyes better.”

She was sweet and by no means a push-over. She knew how to keep Leona in place without being pushy, and it was clear to anyone that Leona favored her greatly.

Kifaji had…hoped that he got to see Leona happy with her.

If it hadn’t been for the arranged marriage that the two princes’ father wanted… then maybe… maybe then the second prince would finally smile for the rest of his days…

“That is Miss Yuu, a long-time friend of his Highness,” he told Aisha calmly. “Prince Leona is quite fond of her, as is Prince Cheka, please do get along with her.”

“They look too close to be friends,” she quipped.

Kifaji could only do what he could for the Prince he had taken care of…

“I would not worry about that,” he said, expression unchanging, “I am certain that they are only friends.”

The lady huffed before fixing her wedding garments and going back to the party, Kifaji could finally breathe.

It was 12 AM at midnight, just two hours after the wedding and the reception ended when she heard something park itself on her driveway.

Before she could get the chance to look out the window, someone immediately knocks on the door.

In a rush, she opens the door only to see the lion that had been plaguing her thoughts, feeding the shadows whispering in her mind.

Large arms wrapped themselves around her in a warm embrace.

“I drove here as soon as everyone was asleep.”

She returned his embrace, feeling the beat of his heart against hers.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

“I can’t stand it. She was so annoying…” he buried his nose against her hair. “All she did was complain when all I did was nap on the bed.”

Lady Aisha must have gotten angry that Leona wouldn't touch her on their wedding night... She thought to herself. The thought of Leona sharing a bed with another woman made her heartache. She wanted to erase the image in her mind..

But she couldn’t do much now, can she? He was a married man now, but it wasn’t to her… no, it was to someone else.

However…

“Aren’t you gonna welcome me home?”

He will always return to her. Never touched and never kissed by anyone else but her.

She chuckles, looking up at him with pained eyes.

“It’s your wedding night, you know…? You could at least…”

“I told you, I ain’t touchin’ her.”

“You…you don’t have to… but it might make your family mad if you suddenly—“

He places a hand under her chin and forces her to look at him before stroking her cheek.

“I don’t care,” he says with finality. “I don’t care about that stupid wedding. I don’t care about her. I don’t care about any of them.”

His forehead touches hers, a tear escapes her eye.

“I care about us.”

And he kisses her with more love than he could ever give.

Another night passes, and Leona is once more entangled in Yuu’s arms.

[velvetvexations]

Saw your tags on that binder post and I thought I’d share that my first introduction to chest binding was actually through the lolita community! A lot of big name japanese brands are not exactly size inclusive and did NOT cater to anyone with more than an A cup, so I did see quite a lot of safe binding advice and methods on blogs and forums back in the day before more inclusive brands became available, ranging from sports bra to actual proper binders. I’m probably not the only example of the “binding to fit into an angelic pretty dress” to “binding to fit into an angelic pretty dress and gender reasons)” pipeline, but plenty of other lolitas I know are still cis women who just do it on occasion or for specific pieces that aren’t very forgiving on the tits! I doubt that a single niche fashion subculture is the reason for those binders being marketed towards cis women so heavily, but I thought this was a funny anecdote :)

Fascinating!

patricia taxxon shit really fucking hurts. i dont want to be effected by a random internet microcelebrity not liking transdudes, that happens often enough. but god her music and essays got me through really rough shit and it really hurts to see someone i looked up to for well written essays and work fall back on the bullshit arguments used to deny my lived experiences. it really really fucking hurts, especially with how it feels barely anyone will talk about or call it out. i thought trfs were something id have to look hard for, and seeing their rhetoric creep into the fucking music i listen to and tumblrs i follow really truly scares me

I'm sorry, anon. I love you a lot. <3

“You shouldn’t break up the trans community into groups!” The TRFs literally came up with a way to break up the community via TMA/TME. They are actively distancing themselves from the community by baking fearmongering into their ideology. God forbid we create a term about sticking together against a group within the community that’s inherently dividing?

lmao literally

Just had my first time getting sexually harassed by a woman as a percieved cis man and commiserating afterwards with a cis man about how we're all just supposed to be cool with being treated like that. It's a weird experience and somehow going through the same things mostly from women as a girl then nonbinary then a trans guy it feels the same but the flavors change. I know the discourse is literally nothing but it makes me feel like my feelings shouldn't matter because of the male privilege. And I even did my civic duty and took the brunt of it away from the other trans man who was getting it worse because of his percieved feminine traits which people also like to pretend doesn't happen. All of it is just stupid.

It's fine, she was a woman and you're a man so that was praxis sexual harassment.

honestly i think a better predictor of how much autonomy a child is able to have over their presentation is probably whether the child is disabled moreso than agab, like i not only wasn't allowed to have my hair too short, i also wasn't allowed to have it too long for a chunk of my childhood because it took me awhile to understand how to brush my hair (because i was afraid to because i am hypersensitive to touch and my mother would always brush my hair in a way that hurt so much i would cry), and my mother would bitch and moan about how difficult i was about it (because she was hurting me and did not listen when i told her this) and so i wasn't allowed to have longer hair until i could brush it myself. ultimately the biggest factor is always the attitude of the parents though

God, so much of my shit with my mother was over my hair, it still really gets to me.

TRF is like the whole voting for face eating panthers. But it’s like TERFs are the panthers and TRFs are a cheetah, like “I’m a kind of cat too so they won’t eat my face as long as I eat faces too right?” WRONG they see you as prey, they won’t spare you because they see a fellow cat, they’ll eat your face cuz you’re not a panther!

cis women will like me if I explain to them how I'm -taxonomically- a woman

it’s insane to me that ‘it’s bad to hate someone for an uncontrollable part of their identity no matter who they are’ is a controversial take now

we've regressed

when people say ‘um ackshually i can say i want all men to die and if you tell me “men see these things and go far right because they think it’s true” then you are blaming women for men’s bad behaviour’ i just immediately assume that this person is stupid as fuck like. if a teenage boy goes online to see what feminism is about and is bombarded with ‘kill all men’ ‘all men are rapists’ etc then OBVIOUSLY he’s not gonna want to be feminist. it is really not that fucking hard to understand. people don’t wanna be in spaces that are cruel to them for an aspect of their identity that they cannot control it’s not ‘blaming women for misogynistic men’ to say that. it’s just fucking true. people are so stupid it actually pains me

unfortunately radfem juice is addictive

[oursystemblog]

Hi, we will be making comics and drawings about our experience. Usually more lighthearted ones because we'd not like to get too personal on the internet. Here are some alter stand-ins:

Extra Information about us, as context:

Guardian/Co-host in specific has a hard time talking/vocalizing in general, though has gotten more used to it over the years

Generally in casual conversation we'll use "I/my" instead of "we/our" unless it's specifically relevant that we're referring to ourselves collectively

also here's our pronouns i guess that's important. and also favorite colors too. also here's what we actually look like if you wanna know that

FAQ:

You can make a blog inspired by this one :-) No credit required

We do not have a headspace/innerworld/anything like that

We have mild differences in art style—elaborated upon here and here

update, never mind i guess we do have moderate art style differences it's really funny. here

Memory-wise, we don't experience time loss or mild amnesia or blackouts, we just get emotional disconnects between our memories. Or, well, we KIND OF get differences in memory recall/mild barriers for very stressful events? But other than that, no—elaborated upon here, here, and here

update, i guess we do get mild memory barriers for daily life too sometimes, I Have No Idea What's Happening—here

Here's what switching is like for us. also this too

Despite Our Art Style Apparently Making It Seem So, No, We Have Not Read Homestuck And Know Nothing About It. This Has Been Asked Several Times

Extra information about the blog:

this is not a personal/casual blog, this is for our system things. we have a main blog where we do post stupid stuff but it's Not This Blog—some sillier stuff does get through on here too so check the "#actualpost" tag for posts that we consider more serious/more system-relevant

very basic "question policy" here. we don't mind anon asks. additionally, this is not really an advice blog either [considerable difference between "asking us about our experiences" and "asking us for advice on your experiences] so any requests for advice may very well go unanswered if i can't figure out anything to say

I try to tag all of the asks as "ask" but Tumblr's being weird about it, so if you wanna go through the most of the asks i recommend you just go to our archive and sort the post type by ask

Singlets/non-systems can follow 👍

Hi Mutuals And Followers Who Also Know My Main Hi 👋

[zenith-astral]

already a year

okay, so I had a different project for this, but I still wanted to say something about it here

today is the one year anniversary of my very first post of my little dumbass on the internet

and I wanted to bring attention to some of my favorites on this post, but in my project I may be mentioning more than 50 people lol

@grinnames I’m starting with you. you are a really cool person and I never really made anything for you, but I knew of your god box au and I was intending to draw something for it for a while. But when I dived back in and saw rtv, I freaked. That shit is so crazzzzyyy I love it so much!!! I love the humor as well in it, and I hope it continues! Keep going man, you’re doing awesome nonetheless of drawing or not. You’re one of my new favorites btw! Btw, for the writing I talked about that one post before I disappeared, I’m already two to three chapters in the making already, thank you so much. And you’re right. May Micheals w’s be many and his L’s few! *slowly walks up and looks at you different gremlin style ominously* …you ARE going to bring him back, right?

@strange0-0storm the man of the tumblr sexy man smg8! You have gotta be the first person on the planet of tumblr when I first came on. You had a sick art style and an even more exctatic?? oc, and you had me HOOKED on the arrival. I don’t freakin care if you’re interested in persona five, or literally anything else, I will scroll through your thing over and over again just to be reminded how cool you are and how far you’ve gotten!

@rat-n-atty you have a very special place in my heart, I personally love you (platonically), being one of the very first mutuals I had and one of the mutuals that I was the most shocked. You are still really cool, and you have an amazing gift; don’t let others try to degrade your personality or life, and don’t get too caught up in what the world has to say about you. You are so amazing!

@purpdrawsthings you silly Billy! I remember our first little interaction being that one poster-style thing of where you drew so many amazing people including my silly little Jade! (Which I allegedly may have asked you first) I must admit, I freaked out that day when I saw on my email “purpledrawsthings mentioned you in a post!” I thought that was so crazy, then I knew I wanted to draw for you, and quite honestly, be your friend. You are still so cool and I won’t forget your silliness and- oh btw ur brainwashed au is so cool u introduced me to Hamilton’s music lol, but I won’t forget your silliness and your amazing charm!

@echostarsys you, are also one of my favorite mutuals, straight after atlas, actually. I think you showed up on her blogs and I was like why not follow another person, but seriously, you’re amazing too. I got to know you a bit better on discord (sorry for all y’all I got my computer taken from me) and I didn’t understand some things, but you helped me see it and I just grew to love your talent and your conversations! I wish I had my cpu back so I could use discord again but let’s just wait and enjoy each others time!

@libbytwq YOU! You are literally one of the very vip cool people I follow, and when I first started to interact with you, I was so intrigued by the style of Libby and LE, I thought that was so cool and crazy, and I wanted to draw for you (like I always do) but seriously with all the silly lore you have of your silly lesbian entity makes me wanna freak outttt! I was genuinely inspired and you helped me get through some stuff I might have never seen myself. I am still to finish drawing the “weed brownie” scenario, I just forgot to work on it lol

@its-a-me-mango you mlp fan guy. I honestly- oh yeah I remember now, I drew your profile picture on an index card and something stupid kinda stuck with me, the #they told me to get real so I turned into paper, kinda thing, and then I just figured, draw for this silly guy again. You have gotta be one of the funniest ppl on discord at least when I was there, and I love how silly you are with the tv man, the burger guy, and just the fans you interact with! You are awesome sauce! Also, you should stop eating or whatever you do with your “high glue” or smth, its unprofessional for a donktor-

@coralalala64 I remember when your ThAnGs took the tumblr by storm, and by my life, I still need to draw them- but you have an amazing talent (like I mean to everyone else) and especially reactions, I actually wanted to look at your atyle and figure out how you get the expressions so well! I’m still lowkey a bit crazy about your drawings and your artstyle being so chibi and all, but really keep up your good work! But no pressure, take your time.

aaaand @tiredsmashbros your silly burger guy got into my freaking head man. I love the burger haven and how silly things can get on the server, I used to flip through the channels like I was in five nights at Freddy’s when I had my computer, and I really didn’t want to miss out on anything. Congrats on your own anniversary, and the comics you just blasted into your account got me freaking out! Congratulations on passing college? too, I’m still trying to get out of high school lol. I am, waiting for lipbite/j but I’ll be there when you’re ready. You’re an amazing person, and seriously, you’re fun. Also, I am curious how did you make your book hard copy and all? I’m kinda, writing my own story-

and for the little people who might want a lil spoiler for my silly little project

fine ig

Here y’all go, just the silly lil intro

but seriously for all of you amazing people metioned and not, I really appreciate you guys, helping me personally and just making me laugh when I needed it, and for non-mutuals, I really hope we could be friends!

(I was supposed to post this yesterday)

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Dear chels friends, well more so attack dogs.

Hi, I’m the trash witch from @yearofthesnvke blog on here The one who did the tarot reading that I am sure you can spin as me being parasocial and weird. And somehow invasive to chels life and well being or some shit

Honestly I didn’t think you existed with how chel words things, like “I have lost nearly everyone and everything” etc so I am happy they do have people who care for them. Every one deserves people who they can rely on. And that means they have people to talk to when things are too much because life online be like that. So that’s good. That’s the end of my ‘nice’ message for you.

You all are becoming what you think everyone else is to chel. Bullies, assholes, jerk offs with no life, attack dogs. You are showing all of us, exactly who you and by association who chel is. You are the god damn clear as day mirror for who she is. You may think it’s just because you want to protect a friend, and clear their name. And being on the defense for someone is what friends do. Yeah, they do. But not like this. Not attacking a blog of 60 people who are in our own slightly parasocial corner of obscure internet. You come off as immature and obsessive of chels very self tarnished image.

If you all find that everyone around you is a dick? A bully? A jerk. Babes the common factor in that equation, is you. Maybe that means you gotta look inward and realize you might be the problem. And need to take time to fix why that is.

I want to know, honestly, do you think, 60 people, all spread out across the states or even the world, gives two flying fucks enough, to somehow, through no info this blog has given, go and find chel in California? Do you think the blog honestly has impacted them in any real way. Beyond maybe a hurtful word or two. Which yeah that hurts, but not everyone is gonna like you so it comes with being human. You all claim chel is so horrifically broken by what’s happened that she can’t leave her house, can’t see friends, cant function. That means you fuck off with attacking a random small blog and go help your friend. That means you share her side of things on all platforms. It means be the friend you claim you are and help her in ways you can.

That doesn’t include, playing attack dog or semi ‘level head’ friend on a niche internet blog that isn’t even the only one talking about this.

It also doesn’t mean attack Austen and Beth or any others involved. Because that’s also fucking stupid of you to do if you want to clear chels name of the reputation they have now. That’s like saying you want to put a fire out by throwing hot grease and gas on it.

The blog, has openly said, they are not opposed to new info, and are always looking at it through an objective lens. If new info comes out, they sit and take it in and read it and allow new opinions to form based on said new info. They allow others to have a growing changing opinion and don’t mock or discredit anyone for saying said opinion. They are just a place for others to come and speak on what they feel is happening. They have never said anything about chels privet irl life, never posted about it, never published asks that could cross into being seen as some form of doxxing, they steer away from asks that are just plain bullying or stalking territory, because they say that’s not what this is for.

I don’t know how you think this blog somehow has -reads notes on hand- prevented chel from going to see friends or to the store or even outside.

Honestly tell me if you think this blog is somehow able to have all of us converge on site to harass or stalk chel. in this economy? You think we have stalking and harassment money? (That is a joke obviously but I’ll say it so you don’t twist it as me saying if we had the money we would do it)

If it’s conventions or fan expos, and how they now can’t sell their VERY UNORIGINAL, VERY MEDIOCRE, VERY MUCH NOT UNIQUE merch, then chel should address the steady hands shit. Plain and simple. People don’t want to support someone who is a known thief in the convention and artist alleyway scene. That’s just a fact. The public has right to know if an artist or merch vendor is a shady ass person. According to everything out about the situation, chel did not keep up their end of the bargain. They broke whatever deal was in place and that is stealing if the deal involves paying the vendor the money they made from the sales at said artist or merch persons booth. It’s not because it’s chel, IF ANYONE DID THIS, PEOPLE WOULD HAVE ISSUE AND WOULD CALL THEM A THIEF AND ASK THEY NOT BE ALLOWED TO VEND AT SAID CON OR ANY CON BECAUSE THEY ARE SHADY AS FUCK.

Besides, chel and even Beth’s ‘designs’ aren’t unique, aren’t some original master piece of anime con merch. It’s all basically stolen copyright material they slapped on a shirt or beanie, or a mask, or whatever the fuck. None of it is original, none of it is worth the actual stupid fuss it’s being made into.

The game of ‘who stole who’s design idea’ is beyond dumb when the designs are just taken from shows or manga or movies or for fuck sake Anime boyfriend ASMR.

Snvkes blog maybe has one or two maybe heaven forbid 3 people potentially calling a con organizer and just warning them about chel or complaining. But uh guess what? That’s just how running a stall or stand or booth at any place works. People are gonna complain about you, people are going to not like you. They may find your stuff stupid or boring or unoriginal. That’s just part of being a vendor at cons. Also news flash no one is entitled to people buying their merch. Sorry sucks to hear but it’s true. Just cause VAs say ‘hey this person has some cool merch’ doesn’t mean people will buy it.

Now this may be a razors edge of parasocial, but chel wants to come back and be a streamer, they want to come back and continue to sell their ‘designs’ and act like nothing was ever wrong or their fault. It was all the world against them. And now they just want normalcy again. You know what comes with being a streamer again, viewers trying to find all the info on said person, so they know in the big year 2025 what views and history this person could have so they know if they want to support them or not. If they see what they see and are fine with it, that’s on them, if they see it and say ‘nah I don’t want to monetarily or veiwershiply support this person, that’s on them. If you want only adults to watch you, put a filter and 18+ on the stream so it stops any minors from interacting. This is so you can’t be blamed for minors lying and skirting the filters and blocks you have in place. You did your end of things.

Where chel and you all fucked up big, was thinking you could somehow try and pull over Damien’s audience. Damien is very not so much kid friendly but more all ages friendly because he knows a lot of younger people watch his work both VO and Smosh. He knows that his fan base tends to skew his age or younger. So he makes sure people know to not send him money if they don’t have it, or if they are a minor, he tells people to save it and he makes sure to filter himself and what questions or comments he reads out on his streams. He doesn’t speak on his privet life beyond very small things like tattoo appts, or if his cats are good, or he was happy to visit family. He keeps things very lock and key, chel fucked up by intentionally or unintentionally pushing on that lock, by dropping very easy to unearth hints on who their partner was/is/might have been, through borrowing clothing and giving descriptions. And then saying things on Twitter or blue sky as well. (Perfectly normal thirsty things anyone can have in a relationship, but only if that relationship is a thing both parties want even semi discussed. There’s probs a reason Damien is lock and key about that kind of thing ya know)

That is where people had issues, because to everyone looking in, it was chel shoving boundaries that Damien had set long before chel had even come into the picture.

If you are a public figure like all streamers are, or you plan to become one or return to being one, having your history and info on the shit you did be available to any and everyone comes with the territory. Blogs like snvkes are simply preserving that history so others know about it so they can better make their own views and opinions on if and how they want to follow or support said creator or streamer or public person.

Okay, plain and simple, 99% of people on this blog do not give a flying rats fuck about what happened with Beth and chel. Because honestly that seems like a long standing thing between them that they seriously need to get worked out. Both 99% of the blog followers would know like nothing about if not the fact they in some way were connected to Damien.

Speaking of Damien, he’s a great example of a public person, who has owned up to the fact he’s fucked up, said or done some shit and knows it’s on the internet forever and knows people will make judgments about him based on this history what is archived. A lot of people do not support him anymore because of those actions, and he, shocker, accepts that because he can’t control a person accepting or not accepting his apology. He understands people have free will. And those of us who have seen and accepted his apology and growth on things, a rather large following, don’t want the others to be taken advantage of. Damien doesn’t want his fan base to be taken advantage of.

In the end, haters are a forever universal thing. If you are online publically, you may have haters, snvkes blog aint a hate blog but like everyone definition of hater is different so idk you view it however you want. I have no control over you.

If anything, if you remember one thing, it’s that you need to accept, people may not like you. People will maybe hate you. They don’t even need a real reason for it. They don’t need any reason for it. That’s just how life and the internet works. If you can not handle that

GROW UP AND GET A THICKER SKIN OR FIND A JOB THAT DOES NOT HAVE YOU AS THE CENTER OF YOUR INTERNET PERSONA

it means grow the fuck up. Go to fucking therapy, and work on your issues on why you can’t accept criticism or people not liking you. And if you can’t do that, it means you are not cut out for the business you are trying to have.

To the friends and others Stop harassing a blog of 60 random people and the person running it. You are becoming the bullies you and chel claim every person is to them. Best thing you can do, if chel is this nice wonderful person you all claim they are, is simple. Support them, ignore everything people are saying because if they truly are the person you are saying where everything is just misconstrued based on nothing but untrue opinions, ignore the haters, report any doxxing or death threats, block anyone who tries to start shit, block them all and move forward with whatever you need to do. If that’s a court case with the Beth stuff, if it’s being online again, whatever it is, be the person who helps keep it out of chels life. Be the helpful guard dog not a rabid attack dog.

End of my whatever to chels friends

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To chel, hi, if you read this cool, if not then whatever. I knew nothing about you or Beth or even Austen before like a week ago, honestly i wish it stayed that way. I will say this, you aren’t this worthless, evil wretch of a person, no one should have to feel that way, it sucks to think that, I have thought and felt that before and still do at times. I get it, it’s not easy living life in the shell of a neurodivergent body and brain, while everything else is tailored to neurotypical people. I get that sometimes the mental illnesses or autism can make connecting with people hard, and a lot of things can be misconstrued. You aren’t worthless, but you are tiresome, you are exhausting, both you and Beth. Whatever the feud or issues that is back and forth for seeming almost 5 god damn years is tiring. You are both grown 30 something year old people. FIGURE YOUR SHIT OUT AND MOVE ON. BE A GOD DAMN ADULT. And if you did the things wrong that we all think you did, TAKE GOD DAMN ACCOUNTABILITY AND WORK TO BE BETTER AND DO BETTER. Everyone has fucked up, everyone. But we all grow and learn from those fuck ups. That’s what you need to do, learn and grow. Not hide away when people try to confront you with your fuck up.

Learn from this. Grow from it.

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God this is long and I’m sorry.

To @yearofthesnvke your blog is a nice little place for all of us slightly too invested people to come and share our own feelings in a safe place. You vet the asks that veer too far into bullying or stalking behavior, you make sure people understand it’s all speculation and not fact, you do your part to keep people from trying to harm others involved in all of this. And for that I say, I’m glad to have found you and become (semi)friends. *I say semi because we only like fully started talking like 2 days ago lol)

As the resident trash witch I’m happy my tarot readings are fun or bring comfort. And I’m happy you have this blog that brought all of us together.

And to anyone who has a problem with me or what I said deal with it. You have an issue with me you come talk to me. Alright? Alright. I’m a big girl, I can handle your bullshit. Been online long enough to know how to deal with idiots. I pulled a tarot card and it said Fuck you if you have an issue with me.

Now here’s a Damien gif for the road

[dakusan]

‼️S C R O L L   Q U I E T L Y   O R   G E T   B L O C K E D   L O U D L Y .

real. fuckin. talk.

somebody sent me an ask like “can I get into your DMs?” and I was like, cool, lemme check—

SIXTEEN.

six. teen. writing smut. tagging smut. broadcasting it like a bat signal to every creep in a ten-mile radius. your profile damn near screamed “please ruin my future!”

and here’s the thing: I’m not here to lie to myself or you. we’ve all done dumb shit on the internet. you think I wasn’t reading NSFW fics at 15 like I was auditioning for hell? please. I was deep in that forbidden fruit fanfic pipeline.

but that was then. now? I’m grown. I got bills. pay taxes. my skincare routine costs more than your weekly lunch money.

I AM NOT SIXTEEN ANYMORE. so I don’t play sixteen-year-old games.

yes, I post SFW sometimes. yes, I have sweet little moments, fluff, banter, warmth. but this blog? it runs on filth. intensity. manipulation kink. degradation kink. dom/sub brain chemistry. emotional violence. teeth marks and bruises. this is a fucking inferno, not a starter pack. you see DNI / 18+ / MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT you scroll. you vanish. you read quietly in your shadow corner and say NOTHING.

what you don’t do is slide into my inbox like this is a fuckin dating sim. you don’t flirt. you don’t RP. you don’t send confessions about what my NSFW content made you think or feel when you’re out here with “16 🧚🏻‍♀️ she/her” in your goddamn bio.

that shit is reckless. stupid. and dangerous. not just for you—but for ME. and every other adult creator out here trying to do this responsibly.

HERE’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE A MINOR POSTING SMUT PUBLICLY:

❌ You get blocked. Fast. No explanation. No apology. ❌ You put a target on your back for predators who love when you make their job easy. ❌ You risk getting your account nuked. And guess what? No one’s gonna fight for you. ❌ You put adult creators at legal risk—because YOU crossed the line. ❌ You break the one thing that keeps this whole messy fandom space functioning: trust.

and nah. I’m not your mom. I’m not your mentor. I’m not your moderator. but I will drag the line of salt around my content and protect it with claws.

if you’re here for fluff? fine. you wanna lurk? sure. but do not EVER think you get to step into my DMs, send NSFW asks, or breathe near my explicit content and think you’re untouchable.

you are not grown. you are not exempt. and I will not catch a case because you can’t shut the fuck up about your age.

yes, I wrote smut too when I was underage. and now? I look back and CRINGE. but I survived that phase quietly. I didn’t slap my age on my chest like a neon sign and go knocking on adult creators’ doors. so if you’re gonna read it anyway? do it in silence. don't you dare announce it. don’t you dare try to engage with me like you’re one of us. because you’re not.

18+ means 18+. not “emotionally mature.” not “I swear I’m responsible.” not “but I’ve been through things.” I don’t care. you cross that line, you get burned.

LET ME BE CLEAR, ONE LAST TIME:

I’m not your friend. I’m not your safe space. I am not here to be pulled into your reckless online habits.

I am here to write. to create. interact with adults. and to keep my circle clean, sharp, and safe. you threaten that? you’re gone.

stay in your lane. stay off my NSFW. stay out of my DMs. stay silent if you’re not grown.

and if you still don’t get it?

I hope the block button smacks some sense into you.

love & bloodspatter, Daku 🦇💋

p.s. will be answering some asks today before dropping today Sunday Softdrop bcz it's staring at me from my drafts like “let me out u bitch”

[daytaker]

The Gang's Tumblr Pages

Inspired by this and my own reaction to it.

Lucifer

Perfectly curated, perfectly formatted, and whenever there's a major change to the tumblr format, he simply leaves the website altogether in a huff of peacock feathers.

Lots of HD photography of nature getting reblogged.

Has an extremely complicated and specific list of tags he uses for every single post.

He only reblogs text posts that are sufficiently visually appealing. Very few meet his high standards.

You could look through his entire blog and not learn one single thing about him except that he's a perfectionist to the point of neurosis.

He has a lot of professional art blogs following him.

Mammon

Oversharing oversharing oversharing!!!!

He regularly gets himself in trouble by shouting about the shit he's done into the void of the internet.

Tried to have a tagging system but forgets about 7/10 times.

Reblogs himself all the time to say "AND ANOTHER THING!!!"

He hates looking at the actual blog pages. The text is always so tiny and some of them start playing music and changing his mouse into a weird shape? No thank you.

He has very few followers and he doesn't really care. Who goes on tumblr for the social element? Weirdos, that's who.

He's insanely easy to troll with anonymous asks. Everyone has done it. Even Lucifer, though he wouldn't admit it.

Some of his best asks:

"did u just post that you're okay with the idea of ponies and unicorns breeding. like no shade on that conceptually but why."

"If you reblog another 'reblog this for good luck' post, I will personally break down your door and steal your skin."

"ur ugly" "yeah-huh" "ugly" "no i won't 'come off anon and fight u' whhy don't you come ON anon and fight me?" "'i don't know how' sounds like something a chicken would say"

Leviathan

He just makes a blog like one of us. Fandom stuff.

Except he's multifandom to the extreme. It's impossible to keep track of his interests because he always has so many simultaneously.

He has the most followers of the brothers just because he gets so deep into so many fandoms that they come rolling in.

He has blocked all of his brothers except for the twins. They're okay.

His blog is a chaotic mess but there is order within the madness. He has a masterpost of tags that explains everything if you care to look at it. (I don't recommend it.)

Satan

It feels stupid to even put this in writing but...cat pics. Endless cat pics. That's like 90% of his blog.

The other 10% is a mixture of book recommendations and analysis, Lucifer shade, and a comprehensive, ever-expanding list of shit Lucifer has done to make Satan angry. It's a very long list. It's organized by theme.

"Lucifer inflicts unjust punishments." "Lucifer makes unnecessary snide remarks." "Lucifer simping for Diavolo and MC (pathetic)."

His blog itself is very minimalist and clean.

He's another fastidious tagger. He tags the cat pics by color, breed, age, number of cats, setting...

Asmodeus

He's not very into tumblr. It's like Devilgram but more complicated and less popular.

Sometimes he'll post or reblog 'aesthetic' things. Moodboards and the like.

In general though, he doesn't really 'get' tumblr.

People don't post selfies very often. Weird.

Beelzebub

Food blog.

Just food.

Reblogging hot dogs.

Reblogging nachos.

Reblogging ice cream.

Nothing else. Ever.

Belphegor

"This minimalist Tumblr has no posts."

No posts.

Default profile picture.

Sometimes he'll like something.

Usually he just looks at it.

Diavolo

There is no order. Only chaos.

He hardly ever uses it, then he'll come online and reblog a million things that have nothing to do with each other. Then he'll go silent again.

He has no tagging system.

He has no custom theme.

He is very friendly to all anonymous askers though.

Barbatos

Barbatos would never have a tumblr. Don't be ridiculous.

Solomon

He only posts very rarely. He prefers to lurk.

When he does post, it's something weird as fuck, like reblogging statistics about owl pellet contents.

He likes to keep people on their toes.

Simeon

Reblogging inspirational quotes, pictures of nature, and general positivity.

That is, once he figures out how the website works.

That takes a really long time.

What is a queue? What are tags? Why is it called a "reblog"? How does he track activity? How does he navigate the homepage? Why does it post things in such a strange order? What is a "Blaze"? What is a draft? Custom URL? Custom Theme? Sideblogs? Mass Post Editor?

Someone please help him.

Solomon probably does that.

Luke

Baking.

He uses tumblr for recipes and images of baked goods.

But tumblr isn't even the best place to go for that, so he isn't on very often.

He sometimes likes Simeon's posts, just as a show of support since he knows how hard Simeon works to post anything anywhere.

[game-on-comics]

WELCOME TO GAME ON! The blog that’s all about the Miis being the silly goobers they are!

Heya, it’s me Caro talking. I’m the main artist behind the creation of this blog! This was created mainly to revamp very old childhood comics and make new comics that are jokes on the Miis and the games. But this also blew up as a big ask blog too! I have some helpers with me that help me with drawing the ask replies, go support them too!! :3

Caro: @carogdraws

Kaho: @lovangeline

Skeeter/Archie/Bobby: @moskeetergutzz

Mikey: @mikeytea

Dunbar/Reese (not on Tumblr)

The banner image is also a art collab with a lot of fellow Mii artists! Go check out the full piece and all the credits too!

ASK THE MIIS!

You can go ask anything to the Miis! Here are certain points before you do send them in:

THE BLOG’S RATING IS UNIVERSAL/PG! Meaning no NSFW, no heavy gore, no swearing, no excessive violence. Things that can be more surface level like alcohol and mentions of horror/mature stuff are allowed as long as we don’t go into more mature territory. We can’t however control if people look things up, this is the Internet after all.

ABSOLUTELY NO HATE ALLOWED! We all have our preferences in the Miis and our dislikes, but if your entire personality revolves around hating specific Miis, don’t go send an ask about this! It’s stupid to hate a bunch of tris in a game that don’t really affect your life, and the Miis don’t deserve the hate. Give the Miis love, even the underrated ones! They love being showered in compliments and praise :3 (Also general rule of not being hateful to any race, gender, sexuality, religion, nationality, disability, ect. Let’s be respectful to each other as well)

IF POSSIBLE AND APPLICABLE, DO SOME RESEARCH BEFOREHAND! I personally don’t have motivation to answer asks that are misinformed or have gotten a good question if they didn’t miss a crucial plot point. The Wii Sports Wiki, despite being not very reputable, has always been based on facts and details that are canon in the actual games if you find the pages on the Miis and the game modes (I find that the My Miis Wiki is more fanmade hcs that state to be facts, so please proceed with caution there). These asks are, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, annoying and basically you’ll only get the Miis calling you a dingus for missing crucial info.

AVOID ASKING DRAWING "REQUESTS"! Sometimes, we receive things to draw that will only appeal to the asker but not to us artists. The Miis are people too, don't boss them around to follow your "commands", and if the request is way too weird for me to retranslate to drawing, I will ignore your ask completely. If it's to suggest costumes or clothing styles, then the Miis will do so if they wish to do so. Other asks saying "Try drawing this..." or "Draw that now..." will get immediately deleted.

YOU ARE TOTALLY ALLOWED TO GIFT THE MIIS WITH STUFF! You can give Miis objects, food, drinks, ect. Just be warned, like in Tomadachi Life and Miitopia, the Miis have preferences! They may or may not like what you give them~ >:)

NO SPAMMING THE INBOX! There’s a ton of asks to go through, and all the artists have their own lives to deal with too, so please be patient with us! :3

AND HAVE FUN! This is a comedy based blog, so let’s have some fun asks, and lore asks are highly encouraged as well! Let’s all be happy and have a laugh when the replies arrive!

If the situation is severe or a major rule is broken, your ask(s) might get deleted or your account might be blocked from this blog.

Don’t be shy to ask btw! You can keep yourself anonymous too if you’re shy, that’s no problem.

Also to see the main post recapping the Poofesure related asks, go here!

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this fun blog! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!