#gotta get them before the rebranding

[okiankeno]

Vibrating w excitement @ the thought of getting the Arizona coyote purple reverse retro AND kachina jersey this coming week for a good price I love Facebook marketplace

[tpwk-formula1]

Omg hi. I just found you and cheered. I have a order.

Lando Norris, Thick Crust, Red Sauce,

Cherry Tomatoes, Root beer, Mango Smoothie,

Aftercare

If you could maybe make it a dizzy, inconcent reader where people flirt with her and she dosnt now and flirts back and Lando thinks the only way for people to leave her alone would be if she pregnant with his child. And he definitely has feelings for her. 🤭

✨️THANK YOU ✨️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex cherry tomatoes "I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies" root beer daddy kink mango smoothie baby trapping dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Ditzy! reader

AN: Okay! So I am so sad that I had to close my requests early but in a week I got over 100 requests which is fucking amazing and I am so happy for them but I want to make sure requests are coming out in a timely manner so I will be completely all requests within the next few weeks and once the Pizzeria is back open it will be a rebrand... So if you have any prompt ideas, kinks, or overall things you want to see get added to the menu just send me a message and I'll see what I can do!

TW breeding kink, baby trapping, pregnancy, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, jealous Lando

WC 1200+

Y/N POV

"Danny! You can't just say things like that," I laugh loudly with the Australian in front of me. I can feel my cheeks growing red from the sexual joke Daniel just cracked.

I can feel a hand on my lower back making me look over my shoulder to find Lando making my smile grow more before I lean up and place a kiss on his cheek.

"What are you two up to?" Lando questions with a slight edge in his voice.

"Was just telling, Y/N about my summer break," Daniel says with a smile. I watch as Lando's face grows in a smile before he's ushering us towards the bar.

"Don't wander to far," Lando tells me making me look up and smile.

"Okay, babe!" I say when I place a kiss on his cheek.

"Are you okay?" I ask Lando softly making him nod his head before flagging the bartender down and ordering both of us drinks.

As time passed I found myself talking with Charles and Ollie.

"Charles! You'll have to invite me over sometime!" I tell Charles as he finishes telling me how he finally got Leo to stop peeing in the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I'm just gonna steal her away. We have early morning plans so I gotta get this one off to bed," Lando says randomly interrupting making me raise a brow before trying to speak.

"Say bye," Lando tells me before I can even say anything.

I just turn back towards the two men waving a good bye before following Lando out of the club.

"I literally told you not to wander off," Lando snapped when we finally hopped into our Uber.

"Lando, I could see you the whole time," I reply back softly not understanding why he was so mad.

"Could you? Cause there was a solid 5 minutes where I was wandering around to find you," Lando tells me roughly making me huff and turn my back on him to look out the window.

Lando and I sat in silence for the rest of the car ride when we finally pulled up to his apartment building instantly making me get out and march to the front doors not waiting for Lando.

When we get into his apartment I lock myself in his bathroom still not wanting to talk to him, but eventually I had to face him and when I walked out of the bathroom I was changed into a silky sleep dress while Lando was sitting in bed in his boxers.

"I don't wanna see you entertaining men anymore. You're mine," Lando says not even looking up from his phone.

"Last time I checked, you were the one who was adamant we were nothing more than sex and money," I reply back while climbing into the bed next to Lando.

"Do you see the way you walked into my home like it was yours? How you climb into MY bed like it was yours? The way you have half my closet full of your stuff? That's all because you're mine, whether it has been a discussion or not, you have come into my life and fucked up any prior deal, so fucking sue me if I set a boundary with you," Lando finally snaps back making me look around his room realizing that over the year of us hooking up for money I had basically moved in. I had made his home our home and I didn't even realize.

"Lando, I think we should have this discussion when we are both fully sober," I tell him softly. I knew what I wanted sober or drunk I wanted Lando to be mine but was this just some drunk game Lando was playing.

"No, I'm barely fucking tipsy., I didn't even realize you didn't realize you were mine. I thought it was unspoken," Lando tells me softly before turning towards me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Do you know how many men want to fuck you?" Lando questioned with a raised brow making me laugh slightly.

"Lando, you're the only man who wants to fuck me," I reply back with a roll of the eye.

"You're mine," Lando said moving topics again and pulling me in for a heated make-out session.

I quickly climb into Lando's lap and grind my bare pussy against his briefs making his groan slightly.

"I'm gonna put a baby in you," Lando tells me softly making me sit up and stare at him in complete shock.

"The fuck are you on about now?" I ask Lando before he pulls me back into for a kiss where he flips us over so I am now under Lando letting him grind into me backing me whimper.

"You're mine and when you walk around that fucking paddock in 6 months everyone will fucking know you're mine," Lando said while trailing kisses down my neck making it clear he was marking his territory.

"You're insane," I whisper back but it quickly turns into a moan because Lando is leaning down and taking a soft lick out of my clit.

"Daddy," I moan when Lando starts sucking on my clit while lightly teasing my soaked hole with his fingers.

"Oh fuck," I scream out when Lando slips 2 fingers in and finds my G-spot.

"I want you to cum on my fingers," Lando says while speeding his actions making me feel the band in m stomach start to grow tight letting me know I was close to cumming for Lando.

"Daddy," I scream out when the band finally snaps and I'm cumming all over Lando's fingers. Lando helped ride my orgasm out before he's pulling his briefs down and roughly shoving his cock deep into my pussy.

"Oh! Daddy," I gasp still not fully recovered from my previous orgasm and can already feel a second one building up.

"Fucking hell, so damn needy already gonna cum for me," Lando said with a smirk while bringing his hand down to my clit and giving it a rough rub bringing me closer to the edge.

"Daddy," I whine when I feel myself reach the point of no return, cumming all over Lando's cock with a shout. I was shaking and so long in my own pleasure, I don't feel Lando's hips shutter as he fills my pussy full of his cum.

"I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies," Lando groans with a smirk while slowly pulling out of me.

"Lando, I probably didn't get pregnant from one time," I tell him softly with a laugh falling from my lips.

"I'll fuck you until you do," Lando says with a shrug. That night we fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.

6 weeks later

"Fucking hell," I gasp while staring down at the positive pregnancy test.

"I told you, you were gonna have my babies," Lando said with a proud smirk.

"Lando, what the fuck are we gonna do?" I ask starting to panic.

"Hey, calm down! It's all gonna work itself out," Lando tells me softly while pulling me into his chest.

"I can't wait to see everyone's face when you show up to the paddock supporting a bump caused by me baby," Lando tells me making me laugh lightly.

I knew we would figure everything out. It wasn't how I pictured myself getting pregnant but boy am I happy it's how it happened.

[star-going-supernova]

Glamrock Circus Baby is a thing and she operates in the ice cream parlor at Bonnie Bowl. If you wanna do the GlamMike headcanon, with Elizabeth still possessing Baby, just A LOT calmer now, then that would be an epic, and also very worrying, rivalry.

Prompt from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! This is pre Security Breach, if SB even happens in this AU. 

Sibling Rivalries Never Die

Glamrock Bella Bunny, the rebranded and redesigned Circus Baby, wasn’t a terrible host for Elizabeth Afton. At least she wasn’t stuck in a mechanical clown anymore, though she hadn’t quite decided if the red and pastel pink bunny—because heaven forbid the pizzaplex have a human-ish animatronic—was actually better. 

(It did soothe something in her tormented, tattered soul that this animatronic didn’t have any mechanism for snatching innocent kids. She had maybe been in a better mood since she didn’t have to live with being stuck in her murderer’s body.) 

The best part of her new twisted existence was the company. And she didn’t mean Bonnie, who Bella saw and interacted with most often. No, there was nothing like a bit of schadenfreude to lift one’s spirit (pun intended). 

She threw a handful of plastic spoons at Glamrock Freddy, the current host for her older brother. It was a slow day, and there was no one at the counter to catch her misbehaving.

“Seriously?” he said, more annoyed than any child would ever hear the great Freddy Fazbear be. “Real mature, Li—Bella.” 

“Get lost, Freddy. Or can you not read?” She pointed over at the hand drawn sign that Monty had been happy to make for her. A great big red X slashed over a sloppy crayon depiction of Freddy’s face, with BANNED written above it.

“Oh, for the love of—I’m here to see Bonnie. Not you. It’s not my fault you’re stuck in the bowling alley.” 

“I prefer ‘defending my territory,’” Elizabeth said with a haughty sniff. “And if free roaming makes you so high and mighty, then you can go wander around elsewhere and wait for your boyfriend to join you.”

Michael sputtered. “We aren’t—Bonnie’s not my boyfriend!” 

“Mhm, sure.” She roughly scooped a generous ball of strawberry and unceremoniously lobbed it at his chest. “Oops. Guess you’ve gotta go get cleaned up.” 

“You’re such a brat,” he snapped, snatching up a handful of napkins to try and mop up the mess of pink ice cream splatter. “You can’t still be mad about last week.” 

Bella wasn’t an animatronic particularly suited to hissing and gnashing her teeth, but Elizabeth was nothing if not furious and determined. “If it wouldn’t get me decommissioned, I’d jump over the counter right now and rip your arms off, you pathetic excuse for a—”

“What’d he do?” a child’s voice interrupted. 

Circuits sparking in surprise, they both jumped. Michael stumbled to the side, revealing a boy who had been standing behind him. It was hard for an animatronic to be shocked into shutdown, but seeing the absolute spitting image of their dead younger brother staring back at them with a mischievous sort of fascination did the job. 

Michael choked out a yelp before his eyes went dark, and Freddy unceremoniously toppled over to the tiled floor. Elizabeth—and she would gloat about this later—lasted a moment longer, her mouth flapping with her speechlessness before her core overheated and forced a reboot. 

In the final moment before her vision cut out, she would have sworn she saw a copy of her brother beside and a bit above the boy, as if floating. And that second Evan, the see-through one, looked as surprised as Elizabeth felt. 

[artbyblastweave]

As a big superhero guy, I have a question: Why do you think it's so common to show Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Hank Pym, Hank McCoy (ESPESCIALLY those last two) as, at best, morally ambiguous and at worst, downright awful in modern portrayals? Is it standard American anti-intellectualism, tied into our growing distrust of science and technology, or is it just that they seem kinda bland?

I don't think it's anti-intellectualism per se. For three of the four I think it's just a consequence of contemporary writers being Allowed To Notice And Unpack Things.

For Reed Richards, it's the result of fans and writers applying a level of scrutiny to early plots and character beats that weren't intended to stand up to any real level of scrutiny. He's a guy who got all his best friends horribly mutated by taking them up in an untested spacecraft. He's a guy who brainwashed a bunch of captured skrulls into thinking they were cows. He's a guy who keeps whipping up extremely specific technological solutions to the problem at hand, which never seem to trickle down to the consumer market- hence the "Reed Richards is Useless" trope. And he's gotta dodge and weave around patriarchal accusations vis a vis a lot of the casual sexism of early FF, where Sue had limited combat utility and was often in the mix as the Damsel-in-distress classic. And obviously excising the unconsidered sexism from the dynamic is the right way to go, but treating that early recklessness/ruthlessness/callousness seriously, as an actual personality flaw that he has, and has to work around, is significantly more interesting than just rewriting the character to not behave like that.

For Iron Man it's the result of people starting to take more seriously the moral implications of the fact that he's an arms dealer and a billionaire. (Apocryphally, Stan Lee did this to see if he could create a character who would be popular with his left-leaning audience despite being everything they hate ideologically, but I take this with a grain of salt.) Another element, I think, is that in preparation for the release of Iron Man, Marvel made him a headliner in Civil War in 2007; the nature of Civil War lent itself to him doing a lot of authoritarian bullshit, and said bullshit sort of set the bar for his capacity for extreme behavior when pressed. Put Iron Man in any situation, try to determine the extent he'll go to in order to resolve it, and you have to take into account that time he was sticking his colleagues in virtual-reality prisons on behalf of the government. A demonstrated willingness to do atrocities for what you think of as the greater good does add some flavor and tension, I have to give them that!

For Hank Pym, it's totally down to the midlife crisis arc from 1981, where he rebranded as Yellowjacket, got drummed out of the Avengers for using excessive force, and battered his wife Janet when she tried to. You know. Talk him out of building a robot to perform a false flag attack against the rest of the team to get back in their good graces. The whole arc was supposed to be a very deliberate tragedy about his mental breakdown but it kind of poisoned the well on the character and became the thing future writers endlessly relitigate, either doubling down on it (The Ultimates, Marvel Zombies) or trying to repudiate it (Mighty Avengers, Avengers Academy.) Even before that, though, he had a pointed loose-cannon mad scientist situation going on even in comparison to the others on this list- his debut was a Twighlight zone-style horror story where he nearly gets himself killed testing the shrinking formula, and he also created Ultron and nearly got everyone killed that way!

I have no idea what's going on with Hank McCoy. I don't think I want to know what's going on with Hank McCoy. Every time I turn my ear in the direction of that corner of the fandom these days, all I hear is screaming. Are you guys alright

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ TWENTY TWENTY T’REE (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Can I have a one shot with sheamus where he’s kinda irritated and speaking loud and fast. Just ranting to his partner and he turns to see her trying not to laugh because she loves his strong accent

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: none (unless u count laughing at his accent. reader is gonna laugh at his accent)

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 788

ೃ༄ NOTE: THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT as someone who is dating an irish person…. this is the story of my life don’t get me wrong my girlfriend is the loml but sometimes i do have to ask her to slow down. just read everything in an irish accent pls

you heard sheamus arrive home before you saw him. the telltale sound of a car door slamming in the driveway gave away how your boyfriend was most likely feeling, so you resigned yourself to readying the comfort as you finished up your work.

you were lazily thrown across the couch, laptop on your thighs as you flicked through spreadsheets for your job. no day off apparently.

as the door to your home opened, you could hear telltale irish muttering that the day hadn’t quite been everything he had wanted it to be. he seemed to kick his shoes off as opposed to place them on the rack neatly, if the banging against the hallway door was a good enough sign.

“i’m home.” then came a tired shout, and you chuckled to yourself at the obvious statement.

“no way.” was your sarcastic response, turning your head just in time to see your boyfriend appear through the doorway, wasting no time in shooting you a (hopefully) playful glare. “welcome home, love.”

for a moment, he cracked a smile through the layers of frustration, walking over to where you sat and leaning down just enough to peck your lips. his hair was still slightly damp from a shower at the training centre, the feeling of it touching your forehead making you shudder momentarily.

“how was training?” you felt vaguely like your were poking the bear, seeing the way his shoulders tensed at the question.

sheamus immediately jumped into busying himself around the room, unpacking his bag and putting everything back in its place. “it was a load of shite. boss man pulled me into his office not even half way t’rough, something about a new storyline that’s entirely bullshite if you ask me.”

you raised an eyebrow, allowing him to move around you as you formatted something on your spreadsheet, noting down a total at the bottom. “in what way?”

“they’re just not even trying t’ hide their favouritism now — got the most insane match cards lined up with winners ya wouldn’t even t’ink possible. half the guys in t’ locker room don’t like it, but we’ve gotta do what the boss man wants.”

you hummed noncommittally, typing something into your laptop as he continued in the background.

“i’m fed up at this point. we cannay even have a day these days, then i got put t’rough a table wrong in training, proper botched it and could barely get up for a second. i tell yous it’s gone to shite since the hey days, could do with a whole rebrand a’ this point but i don’t t’ink even tha’ could save us.”

by now, you were barely following what sheamus was saying. he had a habit of talking fast when annoyed, and this time was no exception, but coupled with your half focus — you wouldn’t deny you had lost entire understanding of what he said half way through. it was something you had noticed in the years you had been together; no matter how used to his accent you had gotten, he always got more irish the moment he was even slightly upset. unfortunately, the thicker accent coupled with the speed usually equaled y/n losing everything he was saying.

you had to chuckle to yourself as he went off again in the background, thankful he wasn’t looking in your direction as you tried to hide your amusement behind your hand.

“i dun’ even know their reasons for this one, i t’ink they’re just t’rowing shite out there now ‘nd hoping for the best. they used to give us reasons for whatever they did, but now it’s just ‘hey sheamus my man do this entirely unreasonably t’ing just for views even though it doesn’t match your character at all’, it’s— are you alright there?”

you glanced up to see sheamus looking straight at you, clearly having seen the way you were practically folded in on yourself in amusement.

trying to calm yourself down was worse, the laughter you were suppressing coming out in snorts by now. “i’m so— i’m so sorry! you’re-“ you hicupped “you’re just very irish.”

“no shite sherlock.” your boyfriend responded, but as you looked up at him, he was cracking a smile of his own, the frustrated expression he had worn before cracking in its facade “have i ever told you i hate yous?”

you giggled again, lying full on your side by now on the sofa. opening your arms, you beckoned him to come join you with a smile that he mirrored on his own face “many times. you never fail to remind me.”

sheamus cackled loudly, practically jumping on top of you as he peppered kisses along your cheeks. “wait till you meet my father.”

[kaleidoscopek9]

Someones gotta ask.

Do you have any angst/hurt and comfort headcanons for Punk!Sun and Punk!Moon? :000

Moon angst:

He despises the company, and hates that he is “owned” by them

In my canon, both he and Sunny started as the original daycare attendants before the company rebranded. They both had to go through reprogramming, which included a memory wipe

Moon has snippets of memories from his time as Sunny’s counterpart in the daycare, but he has no idea what they mean

He still has remnants of the “glitch” in his system that the reprogram didn’t destroy. It acts almost like a weak EMP that he uses to temporarily disable the tracker beneath his faceplate, allowing him to sneak out at night. He’s withheld that info from Sunny because he knows he’d go absolutely frantic over it

He’s paranoid of the company finding out about it, because it means he could be decommissioned, go through another reprogramming and risk losing it forever, or worse… being replaced.

It’s one of the reasons why he is constantly on Sunny’s back about “following the rules”, even though Moon frequently breaks one of the most well-defined ones almost every week. He doesn’t want Sunny to get into trouble with management. He’s trying to protect him

He feels a lot of guilt about being able to sneak out, while Sunny can’t. He knows it’s selfish to keep doing it, but he literally can’t help himself

Sun angst:

He remembers the daycare theme song because it played on loop 24/7. He can play it on the keyboard that they own, and he doesn’t know what it’s from or how he knows it, only that it gives him a bittersweet feeling whenever he hears it

Kids are not a very common sight amongst their fans, but whenever Sunny sees one he feels an overwhelming urge to protect them and/or interact with them. He has no idea why

He is suspicious in the fact that moon sneaks out. Moon tries his best to pretend that he isn’t almost always running on low battery, but Sun can tell. And he knows it’s not from all the time Moon spends practicing his bass. He doesn’t want to outright accuse him of it though, in fear of being wrong

No matter how many times he may deny it, he is jealous of the spotlight Moon tends to always have on him. There’s been moments where he feels overshadowed by his partner during their performances, and he feels very guilty about it. He thinks it’s wrong of him to feel that way

Moon comfort:

He loves the moon/stars. They remind him that the world is so much bigger than him, and that there’s so much out there for him. They make him feel less trapped

He secretly likes when Sunny puts goofy-ass stickers on his guitars. He likes to put up a fuss saying they’re impossible to get off when really, he never tries to remove them in the first place

He likes the soft, muffled sound of old record music. Unfortunately, management doesn’t allow them to keep players on the tour bus, so he resorts to internet videos

He is very fond of plush things. Soft things. He’d rather be decommissioned than have his fans learn that a spiked, sharp-toothed punk rocker like him is a fan of plushies and stuffies tho, lol. It’s a very well-guarded secret of his

Sun comfort:

He stims with his rays! Whenever he gets so excited or happy that he feels like he’s gonna explode, his rays start spinning like a windmill, lol. He also tends to flutter his hands a lot

He really likes succulents & plants. He’s got a small collection of them stacked up in the windows of their tour bus. He likes to give them names & talk to em :)

He is best friends with Chica! He’s able to keep in contact with her back at the Plex through a repurposed Faz-watch, and they love to talk and catch up with each other

He’s a big fan of graffiti-styled art and tye-dye. Management allowed him to spray paint his personal charging station since him & Moon were fitted with older outdated ones that the company doesn’t use anymore. He’s also got a lot of tye-dye shirts he’s made that he likes to lounge around in when he & Moon aren’t performing.

[luvtonique]

BIG FOCKIN UPDATE ON THE GOFUNDME

Gofundme in question: My "Escape from California" Fundraiser

So, as the video says, the first $7000 of the fundraiser is meant to pay off my debts to PayPal and Red Cross, which allows me to be in a better debt-free financial position and move forward with saving to get out of California.

Well, some miracles happened here and there, and I managed to raise about $10,000 total, most of which was done off-site.

The debt is gone, and that's the important thing.

I have been working to manage my finances significantly better and I am currently focusing on the production of my game, "Melodi," which is coming along quite nicely especially considering I no longer have a debt burden forcing me to do emergency commissions and fundraisers all the time.

Currently, the goal is to get me a car. The point of the car is so I can drive to neighboring states and scout them out with my mom so we can decide where we're moving before we put the house up for sale.

Until then, donations still help a lot. I'm saving my commission money and any further donations to the GoFundMe to help afford that car. I plan to get something like a truck or summin. I gotta stop driving small cramped cars I need leg room man!

Commissions are gonna pick up steam again once I have something to show of Melodi. I've been working very hard on the game for a long while now and I'll have something to show (that's playable!) within the next couple months.

Speaking of Melodi, I will also be rebranding my Patreon into an indie game development studio. I haven't decided on the name yet, but for now it's just a working title of "Luv Tonique"

I'm leaning towards "Status Cwow" though.

Anyway!

Thank y'all so much for the donations to the GoFundMe, and thank you in advance for any future donations. It means the world that I have that debt gone, and can really start making these plans come to fruition. We're so close now to me getting out of Cali.

Love y'all.

-Jay

[justakennyoshi]

hii im kinda back :") im feeling more stable now and better overall!! i'll try to not be as chronically online than before bc i really want to pass these subjects i have for college and drawing takes me time already (tho i draw fast lmao) so ye

i was thinking in what i wanna do in the future for drawing and i wanna finish an animatic i got bc i canceled due to lack of motivation all of my last projects smh so i wanna finish any idea i get in the future

i was also thinking in rebranding myself, i thought about starting from scratch again but i already have some followers in both accounts so itd be a waste right, even if theyre less than 100 www (but tbf considering im fairly new into this platform its ok ig better than twitter anws LMAO) but i wanna have a new username easy and recognizable bc i realized my signature is not clear so now i gotta think in smth www

oh i also thought in making more doodles, ill simply make posts with my random doodles bc i make them way too much BUT i also wanna make more serious pieces, i honestly dont feel my drawings are pretty and that i have soooo much to improve on so when i finish anything i just look at it and think how bad it is ahaha, i wanna make more serious pieces to improve c: but tbf is more like "omg look at that amazing art... and that one from me ig"

anws thats all for today

[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished pt 21

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 21/?? Word count: 2248]

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The contract signing was much the same from when Fizz won the first year. There were changes to the paperwork and everything was a touch more efficient, but he was still hauled into an office immediately after winning. Fizz was an adult at this point so he didn’t need a co-signer. Not that he had one anymore. 

Fizz and a handful of imps that weren’t at the disastrous party were the only known survivors. There was no sign that Cash or Tilly had survived. Most of the troupe was similarly unaccounted for. 

So unlike his first win, there wasn’t a crowd of familiar faces in the audience. Barb was the only one he recognized in the theater. They had stuck together, supporting each other after everything they had gone through. So even though she wasn’t a fan of Mammon or clowns in general, Barb was there for him.

“Glad to have everything official again, Fizzy my boy!” Mammon chortled, giving the imp a slap on the back. The Deadly Sin had footed the bill for all of Fizzarolli’s medical expenses. Even though their initial agreement only lasted through one year, he had paid for Fizz’s rehabilitation. 

“Happy to be back Mammon, sir!” the imp said enthusiastically. Now was his chance to repay the Sin. He would never have gotten back to the stage this quickly if it hadn’t been for Mammon’s help. And if it had taken too long to get his prosthetics, he might never have been able to perform again. He’d work his ass off for Mammon because of that.

“You know the drill Fizzy, my office first thing tomorrow,” Mammon shoved him out from behind the curtains to interact with his fans. There were a number that remember him from his first win, many of them had merchandise from then for him to sign. He’d garnered a great deal of new fans fascinated by his comeback. Throughout the meet and greet, Barb stayed in his vicinity. She didn’t want any shit going down if she could help it.

Fortunately for everyone, the worst that happened was everyone being awake until the small hours of the morning. Mammon sent his car to Fizz’s apartment bright and early; the clown took a tiny nap on the way to the meeting. “We gotta lot of work Fizzy.” Mammon slapped a blueprint on his eye-burning green desk. “We’re gonna make Robo-Fizzies! Since we gotta rebrand a lot o’ shit from before, might as well make use of your new look. We’ll have Fizzies for every occasion!”

Fizz hadn’t expected that his prosthetics would play much part in Mammon’s plans. “Uhhhh, ya sure we should, Mammon, sir?” He used the robotic limbs, obviously, but they were a tool. He didn’t want everyone to associate them with him. “Won’t that be weird for the fans?”

“Course not!” Mammon stated with greedy cheer. “People love weird shit! ‘Specially those Sinner c**ts in Pride! Why else would they end up in Hell?” He gave Fizz a sharp grin. “They’ll sell like hotcakes in every Ring. Already got ya a meeting with Ozzie, since he’s doing the manufacturing. I told him to give you a tune up while you’re there.” Leaning down, he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, “Plus, if ya put on the charm, maybe he’ll give me a discount on the tune up.” He sent the young man out with a shove and a too broad smile. “Now off to work ya c**t!”

Fizz was intercepted by the costuming department. Since most of his face had been burnt, his skintone was entirely different from the last time they’d worked with him. New colors and fabrics had to be selected before he appeared in public. That and his measurements took up a decent chunk of the morning. Then he was hustled off in Mammon’s car to meet Ozzie.

Still tired from the night before, Fizz fell asleep again in the car. He woke up groggily when the car slowed to a stop. There was a soothing patter of rain on the car roof and when the door open he saw that everything was bathed in a blue light. Wait, we’re in Lust? He had been out hard if he hadn’t noticed traveling to a different Ring. The deep pink tower in front of him was lit from the outside. It was vibrant, modern, and clearly expensive. He felt a wave of distaste at the ostentatious display.

A female succubus, wearing a tight pink dress that complimented the building’s exterior, was waiting for him. “Mr. Fizzarolli?” she asked. He nodded, doing his best not to stare. She was curvaceous and the ‘neckline’ of her dress plunged down past her navel. “Lord Asmodeus is ready for you.”

“As-Asmodeus? I thought I was meeting someone named Ozzie,” he said in confusion as he followed the succubus. She chuckled. “That’s his nickname. One of them anyway.”

“A Deadly Sin is going to meet with me?” Fizz glanced around nervously. The entryway was opulent and sensual. Purple, red, orange, and hints of blue gave the aura of lush warmth. Elegant hearts were incorporated with sexual imagery everywhere. He found himself blushing as he followed; the artwork displayed almost exclusively portrayed nudes and the statues had amazing detail, down to their raging hard erections.

His guide glanced back. “Of course. You’re working for a Deadly Sin and Lord Mammon requested Lord Asmodeus’ personal touch. In here please,” she pressed a button to reveal a glass walled elevator. Passengers could see out into the city and its sparkling neon signs. It was a huge contrast to Greed, with it’s smoky green air and murky waters.

“I guess so,” Fizz had to agree with her. The succubus selected their destination and the elevator sank smoothly. She explained Asmodeus’ factory with the R&D department was mostly situated underground. The ruler of Lust had a research office and workshop within the factory area.

The succubus knocked politely on the door. “Lord Asmodeus, Mr. Fizzarolli is here for your one o’clock meeting.”

“Candy, I keep telling you to drop the ‘Lord’ part. You can just call me ‘Ozzie’ even.” The tall demon stood up from his workbench. He had a white labcoat over his suit; the wrinkles, scorch marks, and worn patches made it clear he didn’t wear it just for show. “Save the formalities for stuck ups like Leviathan or Paimon.” She blushed and stammered “Sorry Lo- Ozzie, sir. I’ll try.”

Asmodeus sent her off and turned his attention to Fizz. The imp froze, standing as stiff as possible. He was alone with a Sin he barely knew about. “Fizzarolli, right? Mam’s told me about you; seems like he’s got some big plans.”

Fizz croaked a response. “Yep, th-that’s me! Heh...heh. Mammon didn’t tell me too much, just something about robots.” He didn’t even say you were another Deadly Sin. “Not really sure what you need me for, but the boss sent me.”

Ozzie huffed, breathing out a heart shaped lick of fire. “Not surprising. Mam loves to be secretive. Let’s chat, yah?” He pulled out chairs by the workbench for both of them. “Mammon wants to make robotic replicas with you as the base model. Mam being Mam, he’s got all sorts of different versions thought up.” The King of Lust unrolled blueprints onto the workspace.

The blueprints showed a very detailed image of a mechanical prototype. Its measurements matched his from the first contest win. “Mammon sent over your info a few years back; he’s been wanting to get these in production since that first pageant win. We mocked up plans back then. Good news is we just need to update your measurements and incorporate new equipment functionality.”

The tall demon looked Fizz up and down. “Speaking of, Mam wants me to give you a tune up I hear.”

“Oh, uh, you don’t gotta do that Oz- Asmodeus, sir.” He still saw his therapist Rodney every few months for check ups and maintenance. He was feeling awkward and flustered enough without the embodiment of Lust having his hands all over him.

“No can do Fizzarolli. Mammon will complain at me for the next century and have you ever heard that guy bitching and moaning? Nuh-uh, I heard enough of that in the 1100’s.” Ozzie shook his head and gestured broadly with his pointer finger. “I’ll get your measurements at the same time.”

With a snap of his fingers, a folding screen manifested in a puff of blue smoke. “I’ll give you a few to get changed.” Asmodeus left the room, clearly expecting Fizz to go along with his instruction. The imp checked behind the screen and found that a chair with a hospital gown folded on the seat had come into existence at the same time. At least he wasn’t going to be mostly naked around the Sin.

Fizz was attempting to tie the gown at the neckline, arms twisted awkwardly behind him. At least with the prosthetics he could reach every part of his back easily. But he had to think extra hard about what  his fingers were doing when he couldn’t see them. There was a sharp knock as the door reopened. Fizz jumped about a foot in the air in surprise. 

“Whoa! Relax little frog.” Asmodeus chuckled, his deep laugh sounding like plush velvet. “Didn’t mean to startle you. All set?”

Fizz decided to give up on that last knot. “Uh, yeah, ready when you are.” Ozzie came around the screen to find the imp sitting nervously on the chair, dressed in the hospital gown. The rooster-like Sin noticed the loose strings dangling from the gown’s neckline. Before grabbing his tools, Ozzie smoothly fastened them into a bow.

Startled by the fingers brushing the nape of his neck, Fizz jumped slightly in his seat. Asmodeus didn’t seem to realize he was humming cheerfully, his motions in time with the melody he created. Despite trying to stay still, the light touch made Fizz shiver. 

But the Sin was professional. His tray of tools was precisely organized, with everything he needed ready to go. He continued humming as he worked, examining each implant and limb thoroughly. “Doing good on your upkeep Fizzarolli,” he complimented as he finished checking the shoulder connections. “Most aren’t this good about it.” He moved onto Fizz’s legs. He’d barely needed any of the cleaning tools so far.

Fizz shrugged. “Kinda stuck without ‘em. I can’t give a good performance if I don’t move right.”

“Dedication, I like that.” Ozzie finished quickly and instructed Fizz to stand for measurements. “They’re in good shape; keep up your maintenance and you’ll be set for awhile.” As he held up measuring tape to Fizz and made notations, he continued talking. “‘Course, we’ve got a new model coming out next year; extendable limbs. Might be good for your act, froggie.”

The imp clown didn’t even want to think about how much that would cost. While that could enhance his performances, affording an upgrade was more than he could manage right now. “I’ll stick with these; Mammon paid for this set and I can’t ask him to buy four more limbs if these work fine,” he declined politely. 

Ozzie tilted his head to the side. “Mmmm, Mam might if we can incorporate that into the Fizzy–bots. He’s all for fancy features on the stuff he sells. ‘Course, it’s only if you want to Fizzarolli.” Fizz agreed to think about it as his stomach interrupted with a loud growl. “Sorry, sir, I haven’t eaten today.”

Asmodeus dropped his pencil and measuring tape in shock. “Mam sent you here before letting you eat anything?” He grabbed the runaway pencil and huffed, his mane of hair starting to glow with frustration. “That fucker. Get dressed Fizzarolli, we can take care of the rest after lunch.” After he got his clothes back on, Fizz found himself escorted into Ozzie’s limousine. The Deadly Sin swept him into a restaurant and the staff immediately seated them in a secluded booth. A sampler of appetizers appeared. Ozzie told him to order whatever he liked for lunch. 

The Sin had been grumbling about how Mammon needed to treat his employees better the whole trip. “And you,” he waggled a breadstick at Fizz, “gotta take care of your whole body, not just the fancy robot parts. Doesn’t matter how good your prosthetic upkeep is if ya don’t keep yourself in good condition froggie.”

“R-right, I’ll do better sir.” Asmodeus raised an eyebrow and told Fizz to call him Ozzie like everyone else. Fizz was saved from further replies by their food arriving. Guess that’s one good thing about royalty, getting fast service. Before he was halfway done with his burger though, Mammon started calling him.

“Nuh-uh, put your phone on silent Fizzarolli,” Ozzie said as he pulled out his own smartphone. “I’ll bet you’ve been going nonstop since the contest last night.” Fizz could only nod, his cheeks full of food. “I’ll text Mammon that you’re working on shit with me, so you relax.”

They ended up chatting over an extended lunch. When Fizz headed back to Greed in the midafternoon, Ozzie gave him a business card that he wrote another phone number on. “That’s my private number, if ya need anything. We can even do another maintenance check and business lunch if you need a break.” Asmodeus gave him a smile with the barest hint of sensual promise. “If you want, Fizzarolli.”

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[hxneyfarm]

wip wednesday

i was not tagged by anybody but because i have finally been given permission to talk about my steddiebang project, i'm goddamn gonna.

RULES

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. This is an opportunity to flex your steddiebang - DO THAT.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

*Optional: Respond the the ask with the lines you wrote. (This is me holding myself accountable honestly)

WIPS - all my file names already have titles

batter up! (steddiebang!!!)

greatest hits (final update forthcoming... at some point...)

for the bit (fake dating au, currently going thru a full rebrand)

Early in the week, Wrigley Field welcomes the press for interviews about their upcoming games, the spring season now well underway, and a reporter from ESPN actually has the nerve to ask Steve about it.

“Yeah, of course I’ve listened to it,” Steve tells her, forcing a smile. “Eddie and I graduated high school together. He’s really made a name for himself, huh?”

“Well, you do know what the rumor is, don’t you? It’s been all over Reddit all week.”

Of course Steve knows what the going rumor is. It’s him, he is the rumor. He puts on his best doofus expression. “No, I hadn’t heard. I don’t spend much time online these days.”

He waits for her to say it, for the ESPN reporter he once went down on in the locker room after everybody else went home for the night to tell him that he is the subject of even more gay rumors, less than a year after he’d been caught fucking a teammate in the very same locker room where he fucked her.

What’s her name again…? Shelby? Sara? Samantha? Steve can’t fucking remember. She doesn’t say it, though; she puts a finger to her earpiece and smiles once again at the camera.

“Looks like that’s all we have time for,” she says instead. “This is Simone Tindell, signing off for ESPN.”

Simone. That’s right.

The camera shuts off, and Simone smacks Steve on the arm. “You do know, don’t you?”

“Off the record?” Simone nods. “Of course I know. That asshole hasn’t been subtle a day in his life. The album art? Cheap Cubs uniform? Number seven on his wristband? He practically gift-wrapped the rumors for me.”

“Is it about you, Steve?”

“You think Robin would let me say one way or another?” Steve asks, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. “And you can say as much as you want that you won’t tell anyone if I confirm it, but you’re a reporter above all else, Simone. If you get the scoop, you gotta run it.”

“Can you tell me what your favorite song is, at least?”

“No,” Steve says, short and simple. “I’m not talking about it. If I talk about it too much, the rumors will just get worse, and I really, honestly wanted to keep a low profile this season.”

“Are you mad at Eddie for releasing the album when he did?”

“No comment, Simone, okay? Let it drop already.”

“Are you done flirting?” calls one of his teammates.

“Fuck you, Carver.”

“Fuck me yourself, Harrington,” Jason Carver says with a wink.

“Better stay away from that one this season,” Simone teases. 

“Learned my lesson last year,” Steve says, nodding in agreement.

It got really bad last year. Carver had been deeper in the closet than Steve at the time, with the gold crucifix practically glued to his neck and the sign of the cross in the batter’s box every time he stepped up to the plate. 

The media storm overshadowed the team’s eight-win streak and put Steve in a vat of hot water.

Not both of them, just Steve. Because he already had a reputation before Carver even joined the team. And now on top of being a bitch and a slut, here he was corrupting a good Catholic boy from the Bible Belt, tempting him into sin. The accusations had sent Steve reeling, because they were the very same types of accusations Eddie had gotten after… well, after everything. 

With Carver last year it was never serious, so after getting caught it was easy for them to put a stop to it, but it has been months and they are both still being asked about their relationship. And Jason fucking Carver is still doing the absolute fucking most when there are cameras around that might see him within arm’s reach of Steve. Carver’s stats are garbage, so like… anything to have his name in print, right? Even if the only leg he’s got left to stand on is whatever relationship they may have had last year.

There never was a relationship, is the thing. They fucked around a couple of times here and there, and Steve was finished with him the one singular time he brought Carver back to his condo and watched him push his cat off the bed. Petty? Maybe, but he was never worth the headache in the first place.

In the months since the thing between them that had never even been a thing to begin with, Steve has continued to date around. He went out with a tattoo artist for a few weeks before dropping him when he realized he hated the way the guy laughed. And then there was the girl he’d gone out with a few times that had a cockatiel. He dumped her because she had a cockatiel. 

That’s another thing; Steve Harrington, serial dater, can’t commit.

It was never like that with Eddie. Sure, things between them ended badly, and way sooner than either of them would have liked, but that was justified. When you’re eighteen, threats about college and a beating from your dad outweighs every good thing in your life. Especially when every good thing runs away from the fight and leaves you to deal with it on your own, even after all the promises you made to each other.

Steve doesn’t know if he’s ready to reconcile with Eddie; he doesn’t know if he should. They were good in high school, an unlikely but compatible match in almost every way. They argued sometimes, about what they were to one another, because Steve wasn’t ready to be out, but the time they spent alone together remains some of the best memories of Steve’s high school career. Not even state championships could compare.

tagging literally all my followers and mutuals who are taking part in the bang. please join in, today's the wednesday to do it! even if you're not doing the bang and working on something else, please join in!

[flowersandcandy06]

Long death from the net is long (at least like 2 months or so. Whoops o_o), so here's a very scuffed (a kind of long-ish) update post about what happened while I died

(...underneath the post cut, that is, because CLUTTER!!!!! yea👍)

Awwwwlriight caaammpers!! here's bulletpoint number one: I made a webcomic back in June- (WHAT!!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥EXPLOSION NOISES BABIES CRYING etc etc etc-)

...yeah

Randomness is where I pretty much grow my dumb ideas at the wall (usually oc related stuff) and I do freak-all with the thing? And my friends and other people can join in and make entries too if they want to and I think it's so fun and stuff!!!! I LOVE RANDOMNESS RAHHHHHH-

Here's the concept art I made for it because "art block bad" and I have/had to destroy it,,,

...and here's the icon I made for the webcomic on ComicFury (host site)

Currently there's like 30+ entries that I (and my friends) have already made for it, and if I were to repost those entries each day to my online accounts, I feel that would take like..FOREVER to do. So I'm thinking that I either post all of the entries all at once, OR I post them every 30 minutes or so on my accounts.....ill think about it 👍

(here's the link to it, btw:

also I would like to add that you can comment on the pages with/without a ComicFury account, but if you want to subscribe to it then you gotta have an account. Just wanted to note that here 7_7)

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Alright,, Number 2: I've updated my personal website a TON while I was away (mainly in the "decoration hell" section of it)

I've also made a new guestbook since 123 Guestbook DIED!! (rip) and I'm currently working on an art archive to put on there as well, so I'll let y'all know when that's ready 👍👍👍👍 [Link]

Also regarding "The Hole" project-thingamajig: I have an idea for it kind of like..."rebranding" it almost??? In my head???? But I haven't executed it yet. Somethingsomething rp with OC's with friends in the same vein as that one sonic sjw blog from aeons ago because the izzzyzzz's video is smeared into my brain, but also not so chaotic as that whole mess was, I think. Does this make any sense to you

[...and here's the link to the hole also]

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Uhhh NUMBER 3: I made a LOT(?) of art stuff while I was dead again - mainly Randomness stuff - but also edits as well, surprisingly enough considering how my electronic drives are literally on life support because of me pretty much (joke)

I'll post them after I post the Randomness pages I think....and I'll get back into the swing of things like how I was doing before B,)

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Number 4: While I was dead I've been sleeping in a lot, sweating very badly (I HATE SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), and oh yea skinning my PC because it's very fun and also I have the valve brainrot still (it never ends) and I gotta express that somehow. I'll post an image of what I've got when I hop on my laptop :0

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Number 5: what else do I add here uhh......oh yea- I've been into visual novels again since I played one recently and plan on playing the totally iconic ATASHINORIRI (banger game 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥) soon. I have so many game ideas in my head still but alas....I am just one girl....with a laptop on life support and whose tablet driver is broken (idk why) so MAYBE ONE DAY!!! but not today.................so sad!!!!

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Ok that's it from me. Um. Have a swag video from YouTube since you read this thing the whole way through and uhhh yea. bye *explodes*

[two-tyred-problems]

F1 ask game!

got tagged by @kazoologist!! Thank uuuu I love talking

Who is your favourite driver?

Oscar Piastri!! And also Logan, my favourite unlucky guy :,)

Do you have any other favourite drivers?

I like most of the grid, but especially Lewis, Yuki, Alex and Zhou!

For non current drivers, I gotta say my fellow Germans, Nico Rosberg and Sebastian Vettel

I’m also taking this as my cue to say how much I love the F1 Academy drivers! Especially Doriane cuz I was following her even before she joined! But also Tina, Lia, Chloe and Abbi (Some of them are really carrying their teams, Amna is making that VCarb suit actually look good)

Who is your least favourite driver?

Daniel Ricciardo, I’m guessing. Sorry for all his fans but I already disliked him before the DR hate train started this year, some of the stuff he said really irks me

Also Carlos kind of because he constantly has beef with my favourite driver and I’m currently not too fond of Lando either (cuz of the Trump stuff :/)

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

Teams as well, although I mostly start out liking them because of the drivers! Williams for example (and Gee, you’re so real, I’d also kill for Lia Block)

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?

Williams and Mercedes, Williams because I liked their drivers first and then started to like the team in itself too. I like Mercedes mostly because it’s one of the first f1 teams I knew and my sister is a big fan!

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

I would simply not. I’d maybe be convinced to do marketing but I can’t even manage my own schedule

But if I really had to, I’d go for Sauber probably? Not the pressure that’s on teams like Ferrari, scandal free drivers, a marketing team that tries to rebrand Zhou as wizard and a cool colour scheme. Would even dye my hair neon green again as a publicity stunt.

How long have you been in F1?

Not thaaaat long to be honest, since August last year probably but I got even more intensely into it a few months later, after I finally got how everything works

What got you into F1?

It’s a long story comprised of multiple small stories basically

I always watch Top Gear/Grand Tour with my dad and one day they reviewed the McLaren Senna and I thought it was a super neat car, because of the glass in the doors and I decided that McLaren will be my favourite Luxury Car brand now.

I slowly got into cars a bit, but not really motorsport itself until we went to an outlet Center and I got myself a cheap Mercedes AMG jacket, because my Uncle is a huge AMG fan and I liked the cars. After I bought it I noticed that it said F1-Team on it too, so I followed the Merc F1 account cuz I didn’t want to get asked about it and then not know anything.

A few months later we went into the Gran Tourismo Movie and one of my friends and I loved it so much we started getting into motorsport. Then I followed the McLaren F1 account because of their previously mentioned car I liked. That’s probably why Oscar is my favourite driver. (I still remember being super confused when my friend tried to explain all the rules to me when I could only remember like 6 drivers)

Do you enjoy fanfic/rpf?

I can’t say I read it, although it’s also inevitable to stumble upon it sometimes. It’s just not for me but I ain’t judging people for it, there’s weirder stuff you could do.

How do you view new fans?

I still consider myself a kind of new fan, even more so in MotoGP, so I can’t judge! But even in fandoms I’ve been in for a long time I like meeting new fans because it’s a cool thing to share your passion for something!

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

My sister currently is (because i forced her to watch races with me) and a lot of my family watched it like 30 years ago but not anymore. My uncle likes motorsport but thinks F1 is too elitist (which, fair point, but still)

I have one friend who’s into it as hardcore as me. The rest of my friends just listen to us ramble lmao

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

100%! I don’t know how to actually start talking to people because this is the first tumblr account I made to intentionally share what I say but rest assured, I love making friends and chatting with people, even if it’s not about motorsport!

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soooooooooo right abt coquette being used for regressive femininity im not even familiar w it but it's just kinda really frustrating to see something u found yourself in being used for something almost diametrically opposite to it

EMMM one of my favourite gay people on my phone or however it goes

“—used for something almost diametrically opposite to it”.

that’s what gets me the most. the reclamation of girlhood lost to trauma repackaged into patriarchal bigoted dogma but written in a glitter pen.

i went off longer than i expected, so i went full throttle— oleta’s soapbox moment. tysm for this gift cliff 🫀💞 I will try to use it well :3 @ everyone else if you are not acquainted with nuance or im generalizing (not all xyz) don’t interact with post maybe sit outside without your for 15 minutes. i’m in flare today and can’t deal with people thinking i am attacking a specific group, im targeting them specifically when we’re literally strangers etc etc

just because you put a racially “diverse” [one girl of colour] group of VS models as your header, reblogged *“poc coquettes” are valid and think women are inherently “divine” doesn’t mean your opinion on body hair [a true neutral; as it doesn’t care what you identify as, it just grows (and yes there are exceptions)] and femininity, want for your boyfriend to think for you, holding his finger instead of his hand to make you feel small and demure, constructing every facet of your being down to smell whatever corporations say “is” coquette—doesn’t mean your idea of femininity is extremely regressive, Mary. and it literally does not serve you.

when people speak out about this the response is so sinister and calculated; suddenly these concerned persons are anti-feminist. “let women have fun and feel good”. uhm hey did you know that your pleasure shouldn’t the only indicator in deciding what is “good” or not.

how are you going to tell me that saying **woke trad wife aestheticisms and waiting to see what the influencer it girl of week is wearing before shopping is anti-feminist. it’s like the definition of feminism has become freedom for women to do whatever they want [instead fighting for worldwide liberation and then equity]. feminism is anti-feminist because you told a woman no… smells western selfishness to me. “if it feels good then it can’t be bad”. so it’s feminist to agree with the man who ended eating women he said this to [fictional, chose this example because i think Hayden is a kinda genius and i so thankful work for so many reasons but the discussions and awareness her “silly little story” has shifted the trajectory of many]

this all very by design and social media amplifies it. [I know i draw tiktok through the mud every chance i get but] eras don’t even last 5 years now and that shift can be marked through tiktok’s journey from being musical.ly to what it is now.

musical.ly [branded as fun social media for youth including underage persons] -> oops we had such a bad pedophile problem we gotta overhaul everything -> tiktok [cringe, because it was just musical.ly but called something different and people think people especially kids minding their own business and having fun lipsyncing is cringe, 2018?2019?] -> summer 2019; guys it’s just like vine, are feeling that nostalgia son?(it was not like vine) -> im locked in my house wah wah (people are dying steven) i am so bored and addicted to technology that when i refresh my feeds and there’s no new content i don’t know what to do with myself time to try this new app. did i mention im horny and my porn addiction got worse <3 -> tiktok having to scramble again because of all the new adult content. thus the tiktok is now an app for everyone rebrand -> disguised ads as unsponsored content -> becomes a profitable app -> you can’t say lesbian but you can sure romanticize the nuclear family -> (we are here. i’ll be talking more specifically about regressive femininity especially the kind found in the “coquette”community) femininity is womanhood, it is a specific checklist and if you don’t follow it you’ll never be a lizzy grant waif key west kitten soft girl old money female manipulator (i’ll never get that one, Jesus). shaping your body and presentation to what is deemed desirable and feminine is self care and self care costs money thus hating your natural self is actually bettering it. let the original self die and be just like her [can be anyone, tuned to their likes and opinion on beauty] and don’t forget to preserve your youth [as if aging wasn’t a natural process and something you could stop if you have the money]. older male validation should be your lifeblood, they aren’t like the silly boys at your school, don’t you want fall in love and have a big strong man to protect you that takes advantage of your naïveté to control you but that’s okay because you’re an angel starlet and he has money because he’s older (no he doesn’t he’s in debt Julia like everyone else) <3 but when you hit 26 you might as well be ***milf. be warned hubby gets bored of “milfs” because they’re too harden by the world by then, seen too much, too hard to shape into the little maid sex doll of his dreams so he trolls for ****eighteen years olds again. “if it’s legal :purple_devilface:” etc etc etc ! #coquette

*i’m going to be real with y’all… the use of “poc” [people of colour, person of colour] as a word, not as it’s true form as an acronym has taken years off my life. ‘person/people of colour coquette’ doesn’t make sense. while we’re at it… nblm/w also ruined my life specifically /hyperbolic. e.g nblm reads; ‘non-binary loving male’ when you mean ‘male loving non-binary’. as wlw reads; ‘woman loving women’ also interpreted as women loving women, though such wouldn’t work as smoothly for nblw etc

** i miss when woke actually meant something, aave and ball terminology becoming universal means nothing is sacred

*** the way men in their 60s are dilfs sometimes dilfs all the way to the grave— women who are 27 are milfs… but only three years later they’re hags! oh and men apparently somehow when you reach 30 you’re a certified daddy, unaffected by ageism and your desirability to people who’ve only been adults for less than five years is bass boosted supported by the patriarchy… that sounds familiar doesn’t it? desirability sure has a short shelf life for women and they have to care about it, agonize over it, spend all their money over it but that should be a post in itself *adds to my drafts <3* honestly i do write all the things i said i would i just have ocd and im waiting for a made up arbitrary time to post that is 100% determined by mental illness, perfectionism and subconscious self hate because i totally don’t consciously hate myself anymore because im the sweetest girl in town (haha get it?) and think im martyr gifted from god but i am really into self harming and sabotaging <3 thanks trauma you’ve made my life so interesting ! my brain gets more wrinkly everyday trying to navigate it <33333

****IN MY OPINION people shouldn’t be identified as adults when they are eighteen and nineteen but somebody really wanted to fuck someone’s daughter :/ making me think of another one my ****’s theses; all evil in the world stems from greed. now if society was founded in science not feelings adults would be 25 and older as the frontal cortex develops by then but i can see how that would be an eugenics nightmare as neurodivergent people etc can develop it later though i can’t see this hypothetical society checking everyone’s brain before deeming them an adult because a). you have to wait even longer to legally sexualize them b). it would give everyone a free mandatory health check up but that is also another conversation

[evershiftingink]

hi and welcome to

My blog rebrand/intro post!

Hi you can call me any of my like 50 names though my preference is either TJ or Blue

This is my UTMV sideblog [I follow back from @/raptures-songbird] and I got a couple of things to throw down before you interact or follow me

Rules/Info;

Don't bring drama my way, I'm here to not think about real world problems, I'm just here to be a cartoon skeleton on the internet aight?

When it comes to art and my OCs/Sona, unless theyre A. underage or B. already spoken for you can absolutely simp and go feral them [my sona is the one exception to that rule I'm totally fine with goin feral for it]

I got lots of mental problems, most importantly I'm hella Autistic and have BPD [Borderline Personality Disorder] so my mood and such can change on a dime

Aight now that thats outta the way; here's some OC stuff that I'll eventually get around to updating and making full on posts for;

[ps if you notice certain characters missing thats because I just don't do anything with them anymore and wouldnt mind giving them up to someone who likes them]

Current Sona

Old Sona/Blue

Freak

Angel

Vic

Abyss and Lux

Sketch

Stitches

Stargazer

D.S.

Mimic and Mimik

[this is still a WIP, I just got tired of it sittin in my drafts bc all I gotta do is make ref posts for these guys n link em]

[blueshykitsune-blog]

Gotta love seeing RP blogs interacting with each other in anyway. Even when fighting. (Yea I just saw RP blogs fighting... it was fun!)

Oh anyways I know I said that @hiddeninsideaninsanemind was a writing blog but it's also a role-playing blog too. I usually do so via asks which is why I hardly ever did that.

Uhm... if anyone ain't a minor go ahead and send asks please.

If you are a minor or don't wanna go to that blog the go ahead and send asks to literally any other blog of mine but for role-playing go to @shy-the-fox

I might be bored... like in the sense of I wanna answer asks! (And pray Tumblr don't eat them... which is why I recommend going to an RP blog of mine. I have many.)

Actually if anyone wanna talk specifically Fnaf or Undertale I got my Aus that I allow random talk on btw.

I also got the dead plate one which I'm thinking of rebranding soon. But uh it's open. I just might be confused a bit of you talk about some things that are main game knowledge as I have been focusing on friends... oh and I started drawing again!

You all gotta wait a bit before I post the art but I will try to remember to post my art here later.

It will be OC art.. I have way too many OCs but eh. Soke say you can never have too many!

Oh actually I am taking drawing requests! I kinda do more cutesy drawings or a kinda horror realism... I don't have the drawings I made recently ready to show off but when I do I'll try to make sure you all can see what I mean.

(Oh and I was thinking of trying to figure out how to sell art or crafts of mine... like pins. Maybe mental health awareness, LGBTQIA+, physical disability awarenesses, or uhm I dunno quite yet but yeah... maybe some furry or therian things for people qho want that. I mean like pins... I uhm... have a pin maker. That's what I bring it up. I just gotta unbury the pin maker and the box with extra button making material.)

Actually was thinking of getting money for a mic... was thinking of maybe doing some um... talking videos... or like asmr? I dunno...

Uhm... yeah... I wanna do stuff if you can't tell. I also wanna clean my house up... but like... I gotta hangout with friends too! (I will go insane if I stop seeing friends... Not even a joke... I kinda wish it was.)

So yay... sadly I need money to do some of what I want. So a job might be nessicary soon... actually I really should have had a job by now and it sucks that I don't. I know it's mostly my fault but still!

Just a lot going on... and I really have the urge to just... get enough money to leave this house for like a year... longer if possible. I already was thinking of prices to do that... I just need people to live with and I might be able to afford it... I can't really drive so that's also why I uhm want to maybe live with someone else for a little while. Maybe... so far I only know maybe two people who can drive that isn't family. Then one who was trying to get their license... at least one. I uhm... don't have money to take the tests... and honestly... I'm not sure I can do the driving... sure I can drive a 4-wheeler but... I can only go maybe 40 to 60 on it before I start panicking and sometimes lose control of just that vehicle... like panicking as I realize how fast I was going and that I was slightly going to the side... likely I had my grandpa with me. Otherwise I could've gotten hurt or even lost the vehicle in a ditch... or side of the road over there. (They live in less populated area, hence us even being allowed to drive them around honestly. But the roads are dirt mostly and on both sides are large dips ghat are barely large as like the vehiclebut like it's l Iike a hole that goes from town passed where my grandparents over there live and to a mountain, may it's a volcano?)

anyways I should stop talking for now.

But if anyone wanna talk go ahead. And I am sorry if I accidentally deleted your messages or if Tumblr did. Also sometimes I answer asks via my notifications so I may accidentally forget to answer them as the notifications won't tell me if I pressed them versus looking at them and reloading the screen. And sometimes I do know my tumblr glitches and doesn't give me the notification until the next day/next time I turn either tumblr off or my phone.

At least for main, usually it does better for my other blogs... sometimes it doesn't even give me a notification too which is weird. I try looking at my asks tho as much as possible but I had one inbox try glitching... said I had two asks yet only showed one and I didn't see one in the drafts and I know I answered the rest so I may have to restart my phone soon or go ask hunting of it doesn't get fixed soon.

[fighting-these-demons]

Bucch*g*ri Liveblogging Ep 3

You tell em Green Gobblin'!

YOURE SO RIGHT TEAL TERROR ARAJIN AINT SHIT

Ooooooooo cool undercut guy in the background next to a Blue Perm guy yaaaaaaay!!!!! He's been missing the past few classroom shots! 💖💖💖

Of course Matakara simultaneously believes that Arajin is the Strongest Man and the Weakest Baby Girl that needs protecting.

🤦‍♀️

Oh Honey. I love you so much!

HIS HEART IS BROKEN AUGH!!!!!! 😫😭💔 ARAJIN YOU ROTTEN FILTHY TRAITOR

If you want him come take him by force. JARETH ASS

Why is the chibi genie nothing but ass or balls and legs?

She's looking so smug and self satisfied. 😞 aw man.

I bet you the guy from this 3rd group before I ever hear a word from him and can only see his head in the background - is obsessed with one of the 2 other fight club presidents.

And he's pissed at Arajin for getting their attention - until he fights Arajin himself and falls ass over tea kettle like they both did.

They're talking about money so does he indebt people to him to get them to join him?

WHY ARE THEY CALLING A 21 YO MAN A GEEZER??????????

Also ooooooo his full name is Kenichiro!!! 💖💖💖💖 and he let's his kouhais call him by a shortened version if his first name!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖 I'm so in love with Minato Kai's Kenichiro! 💖💖💖💖

Oh no creepy guy is the one with the second genie.

😨😬

How unfortunate.

OP time!!! 🎶🎻🎵🥁🎶🪘🎻🎶🎹🎵💥💥💥

Damn Matakara's brother is SO FINE in that OP! His smile is radiant! I wonder what happened???? I bet that's why Kenichi is getting himself held back so they can figut or graduate together. I bet they're in love.

His brother was also in Minato Kai.

AW HELL

GREEN GOBLIN' NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

😱

HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THE NAZI REBRAND?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

Every time I try to root for this guy............ he's a young easily misguided man. He has his whole life to turn things around......

Pink hair is so precious I love him. 💖 Let's call him Pink Petals for now.

I could have rooted for whatever this date will be and now the joy has been sucked clean out.

Aw no Javascript looks so bummed! 😢

Oh never mind. He's mad and they just animated it poorly from the side.

Wait does Javascript like the captain???? I thought he liked Pink Petals! 🥺

Oh Green Gobblin' loves that he got Arajin to blush! 😂

Wouldn't it be funny if they're just going to the Cat Cafe?

SHDJDJNEDHDHSJSHSHSUSH

He heard that One Girl comment and snapped but luckily for him he's got an excuse to go wild since someone else appears to be on their turf.

His outfit and boots are so fucking cool this isn't fair!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WANT TO LIKE YOU YOU JACKASS AUGH!!!!

😫😭

I LOVE YOU JAVASCRIPT!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

Man I hoped that Matakara would turn her around for a hot second.

Funny that she's got sonic scream though.

WELL EW CUM NICE TO BEAT YOU

yeah that tracks lmao 🤣

He wants him Carnally

Oh shit they see him as a piece of meat! 😂

This straight guy is trapped in a BL fighting anime

THE GENIE

DEHDIDHSJSUDHDHSUSHSHSU

"Look, they're all hot for you!" ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!,!

Girls???? What girls?????

Oh and you know if Arajin loses that Green Gobblin' expects to top lmao.

GO JAVASCRIPT GO!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

Here we go😞

I was gonna ask why Green Gobblin' ain't satisfied with Tahide Outa but it's clear that he's Outta His League and straight to boot so.

He oughtta be the one to end up with Incest Ingenue.

Damn Arajin's cute when he cries. 🤦‍♀️

Genie!!! Dude dont give in so easy! 😫 Where's your magical priciples????

Poor Outa gotta get outta here!

NO JAVASCRIPT IS GONNA GET SENT FLYING! 😫😭💔

Oh hey!!! I Spy Makoto Tachibana!!!

oh kid you don't think the Genie is gonna let you get away with that do you???

Oh wow he did actually and my dudes both just looked up some skirt lol

BWDJSBSJSHSBSHSBSHSUSBAHAH

PINK PETAL HURRIEDLY CLAIMING SOME BIG ATTACK TO MAKE JAVASCRIPT LOOK LESS STUPID

JAVASCRIPT MAKING A BIG SHOW OF HIS FAILURE ANYWAY

DWBDJDBSJSJSBSHSJSH

I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖😭

Here Comes Your Man Arajin! 💖💖💖💖

God he's so fuckin cool. What a crying shame.

I can't tell if Green Gobblin loves bratty subs or wants to BE a bratty sub.

I Spy Gary Oak and the guy that had a Gyarados from the 1st Pokémon Movie!!!!

Oh he cares about Honki too! How interesting!

🙄😒

Damn EVERYONE heard it. 😨

What is this boy eating??? His moms lunches are fucking him up.

He should buy some simple rice balls at the combini or something.

OH SHIT IS HE DEAD?????

IT WAS PLANTED ITS THAT CREEPY NG EMPEROR GUY THAT USED TO BE IN MINATO KAI

I BET THATS HIS OLD ARM BAND

Lmao of course Green Gobblin' dressed in the Joker Color Pallet in Middle school. 😂

The Light in their eyes! Just 2 dudes fighting the world!

Dang that doesn't even phase him??????

Seriously does she have a set of abilities or????

Genie is immune because he's gay lmao

😨😬🤦‍♀️

Girl's taste is Abysmal.

Congrats Genie! You deserve better but this is as good as you'll get it seems.

Lmao his mom

GENIE!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP THAT IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!

🤦‍♀️

Oh man those poor sons of bitches. 😞

AAAAAAAAAAAA FINALLY

MATA-ARA HOURS YES!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖