#i have these mother fuckers blocked for a reason

[thrashkink-coven]

okay I don’t love ranting about Christians on this page because I try to keep this space free of religious shenanigans but I need to rant about this because it’s actually SO irritating. This is coming steaming hot right off the top of the dome so excuse my grammar and all caps.

Lately my instagram page (thrashkink_art check me out I’m awesome) has been getting a lot of attention from Christians for some reason, and I’ve been getting dmd by people wanting desperately to debate and/ or convert me. They all come at me with the assumption that I’m either an extreme atheist that’s just super mad at God or a complete dumbass that’s simply never read the first few pages of Genesis. I must either be angry or stupid. There’s no way I could have read the Bible and known the story of Jesus without subscribing to it. Anyone who isn’t Christian must not know the story! “Have you heard about JESUS? DID YOU 🫵 KNOW He died for your sins? 😃” Whatever

The thing that is so frustrating is that, EVERY SINGLE TIME I share some information with them about the Bible or religion that they didn’t know, they immediately BLOCK ME. EVERY TIME. And it’s like??? If you want to have a debate and go bar for bar then I’ll humor you. Hey, who knows! Maybe I’ll even learn something new and convert! I’m always open to new information! I love learning about religion! But apparently it doesn’t go both ways because the second I present information they can’t grapple with, they IMMEDIATELY BLOCK ME. AAAAAA

Some Christian dude: If you read the Bible you’d know that doing witchcraft will land you in Hell!

Me: well if we’re really going based off of the Bible, the entire concept of Hell doesn’t originate in the Isrealite religion. Actually, there’s no mention of a Hell in the OT at all, Hell is a Greek concept and so is Lucifer.

Christian: What? No?? That can’t be true it completely distorts my worldview

Me: You… don’t have to believe me just look into it yourself

*You can no longer message this person*

LIKE WTF.

Some Christian dude: Women are just naturally subordinate to men, if they weren’t then we would have worshipped a female Goddess alongside YHWH.

Me: Well… They did. The Israelites worshiped Asherah alongside YHWH before her worship was abolished

Christian: This is blasphemy *you can no longer message this person*

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA. I have countless examples like this! A dude called me evil because I told him Jesus was Jewish. I’ve been called a degenerate for explaining how YHWH originated in Canaan. Im so tired of ignorant Christians shitting my pants because they’re too lazy to do any research on tHEIR OWN RELIGION!! IF YOU NEED TO HAVE AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS BECAUSE YOU JUSG LEARNED ABOUT THE HISTOY OF YOUR RELIGION THEN THATS ON YOU BITCH! DONT GET MAD AT ME BC YOUVE BEEN FED A LIE !!!!!! THATS NOT MY PROBLEM !!!!!!!!!!

There have been so many times when I’ve taken the time to go through all this bullshit with people because I really don’t want to be close minded. But holy shit it’s like they’re allergic to conflicting information. They immediately accuse me of trying to push blasphemy onto them. and when i’m like hey dude don’t take my word for it, please I encourage you to do your own research, they’re immediately so offended and appalled. How dare I tell them something about the Bible that they didn’t know.

Listen bro, I’m fully supportive of your Christianity, live your life, worship your God, I honestly do not care. But if you’re going to try to convert me at least be somewhat prepared for an actual discussion. Don’t block me because you can’t handle the reality of the situation mother fucker.

LIKE LISTEN IM USUALLY NOT SO PRESSED AB SHIT LIKE THIS BUT THE THING THAT DRIVES ME UP THE WALL IS THAT I USUALLY TRY TO IGNORE THESE PEOPLE BUT THEN THEYRE ALL LIKE “Aha! 😌 You don’t want to hear me out because you know I’m right! You’re afraid of the truth!” SO THEN IM LIKE

*SIGGGGGHHHHHHH*

OKAY! Let’s go! Let’s hear it! We can debate because you’re so desperate to change my mind! ILL WASTE THREE HOURS OF MY LIFE GOING THROGH THIS SHIT WITH YOU SO YOU CAN JUST CALL ME A BLASPHEMOUS WHORE AND BLOCK ME. I LOVE WASTING MY TIME I LOVE GOING IN CIRCLES I LOVE POINTLESS DISCUSSIONS I LIVE FOR THEM

DO NOT!!! DM ME IF YOURE A CHRISTIAN !!!!YOU WILL NOT COME OUT THE SAME AFTER HEARING THE THOUGHTS FROM MY EXPANSIVE SEXY SLUTTY BRAIN YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!!!!

RRRRRAAAAAAAAA

ok. I’m better now. Merry Venus Day! Ave Lucifer! 🔱 💀

[workingforthewidow]

What is up bitches and hoes. Ya girl is back. And by back I mean my cat brain was able to hyper fixate on something long enough to write for it. Also I’m in my ‘final girl’ ‘slasher fucker’ era. So be prepared for some fucked up shit. I am unhinged and hot for men that wear masks and kill people and people that just kill people in general. So onto the show. This is my first time writing and posting in forever so plz be nice lol

18+

Pairings: Otis Driftwood X Stockholm syndrome!reader (darling is in so deep there’s no coming back). Reader X platonic Firefly family.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. I think like 1 single use of Daddy in a power play way. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis. His mood swings will give you whiplash. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Guns used in a sexual way. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

Word count: 4,245

God i am so feral for this man.

Also a big THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU to the person who inspired me to write again go check out their work if you haven’t: @lovely-cryptid

Ugh i am so nervous to post this but imma do it! Link to part 2

She sometimes wondered if her family even knew she was missing or that she had even left. The whole reason she was out on that lonely road was her attempt to leave everything behind, everyone behind. So in a sense she did succeed in that but this was not what she had in mind when she pictured her freedom from her mother and her step-father. She had pictured herself in a big city with a cute little apartment with big windows that looked out over a park or maybe water. She’d have a good job but nothing too fancy. Working in a bookstore maybe or a flower shop. Something where she could be creative. But this wasn’t that magical place. Not even close.

Well you could say that she got to be creative in some sense. If you count being the muse and model for an insane blood thirsty ‘artist’ as creative. Sometimes he did let her pick out some of the smaller details of his work. Like how the hair was styled if it involved a human. But for the most part she was there for him to use when he needed to take out his anger and frustration. “Fucking my pretty little princess always cures the artist block” he would say as he pounded into her without a care for how she felt. All that matter was he got his dick wet. She didn’t mind thought. It kept him happy and she loved him when he was happy. He was kinder.

She could have never imagine this would be her life when she ran out of her mother’s house a year ago. A year, had it really been a year? Was it October already? She couldn’t be too sure. He rarely let her out of his, their, room unless it was to eat at the table as a family. The last time she was able to see a calendar was in August when he took her to the ‘museum’ to give Captain Spaulding the newest exhibit.

She had to beg on her knees for him to let her come along with him. That led to him agreeing with a stipulation of course, “Already on your knees princess might as put that mouth to work. Show me how badly you wanna go.” After giving into his demands she was able to leave the Firefly house and make the trip to see Spaulding. They only stayed a few minutes. Enough time for him to set up his ‘art’ and for her to see that the calendar read “August 17” but looking back what if that was wrong? It didn’t have the year on it, that calendar could have been from 5 years ago for all she knew.

At that point she figured she might as well ask him the date. She had been good the last few weeks. He had even told her that himself. He was being nicer only calling her a slut or a whore when he was fucking her in anger. But now he was calling her sweet things like ‘princess and sweetheart’ he had even called her baby once. But Baby heard him say that and hit the fan mad. Not that Baby didn’t like her. In all fairness her and Baby had become pretty good friends. She would even dare to say best friends. When he was being nice he would let Baby come to the room and talk to her. If he was being really nice and she had been really good for him, he would let her go to Baby’s room. That was the best. Baby would do her hair and makeup and dress her up in pretty outfits. He only let her wear her tiny jean shorts, which she was pretty sure he had cut shorter then when she bought them and a shirt that barely covered her breast. During the winter he had let her wear one of his flannel shirts over her outfit after Mama Firefly got onto him when the poor girl about froze to death. Texas winters could be as brutal as Texas summers if you were in the right place.

“Otis?” She called softly from her place on the bed but then cringed when she realized her mistake. He had been working on a new ‘project’ all morning his back to her and she couldn’t really see what was being created.

“Try again Princess. Get it right or I’ll have to punish you. And you’ve been so good for me for so long.” He didn’t even turn to look at her but she knew he was smirking to himself. He always found pleasure in the little roles he had created for them. But this was no game or play that came to end. This was her life.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Otis was sure if he hadn’t had been listening for the response it would have been too soft for him to hear. He heard the bed squeak signaling she had moved. In the corner of his eye he could see her kneel next to him and soon felt her hand on his thigh. He looked down to see her staring up at him with her big innocent eyes. His innocent little pretty princess. His naive little sweetheart.

“Good girl, what do you want?” He ran his hand through her hair once before grabbing a fist full at the base of her skull forcing her to stay looking up at him.

“Um, I, I, um. Just was wondering, what’s the date?”

“Tuesday.” Was that all she wanted. Interrupted his work for that.

“No, like what is the date? Like what month is it and the day?”

He tightened his fist in her hair making her whine at the pain “Why the fuck does it matter? Have some place to be? A hot date waiting for you?”

With tears pricking at her eyes she tried to follow his hand to relieve the pressure on her head. “No, no. I only want to be here with you. No where else. With no one else.” She made her eyes wide again trying to get back on his good side with her innocent look. He loved that look.

He loosened his grip on her hair and scratched his chin as if he had to think long and hard about the date.

“It’s October 30. Now why the fuck does it matter? It ain’t your birthday seeing as Baby isn’t fucking around insisting on a party for her little best friend. So what’s so important about today huh?” He had bent down his nose brushing against hers lips barely brushing.

“It’s been a year. A year since you brought me home with you.” She smiled. He may be mean when he’s angry but she did fell at home with him. He did care for her. He did love her. At least that’s what she told herself.

“Didn’t think you’d be so much a little romantic princess. What you want some little anniversary dinner? Think I’m gonna buy you little presents? This is your present sweetheart. You ain’t dead.” He growled in her ear and moved away from her face. “Now get back on the bed and shut your fucking mouth. I’m almost done and if you interrupt again I’ll have Tiny take you down to the basement for the night.”

Her eyes went wide in terror. She hated the basement. Tiny wasn’t bad, they had become pretty good friends. But the basement was not fun. It was dark and cold and damp. Otis had made her stay in the basement when he first brought her to the house after picking her up off the side of road where her car had ‘broken down’ aka where RJ had shot her tires out. It took her a few days to calm down and stop the kicking and screaming. It had only taken a few whips with his belt and the threats of deaths for her to finally listen to him. But she realized once she was being good that he did just want what was best for her. She saw how many girls he brought in and killed. But he chose her. He saved her and kept her safe. Kept her warm and well fed. And as long as she was good for him he was good to her.

“Yes, sir.” She responded quickly as it was a toss up if he wanted her response at all or if that itself would get her to the basement. She crawled back up the bed and laid out on her stomach facing him so she could watch him work. He was painting today.

He turned briefly looking to see if she followed his demand. Which she had, as she always did- his perfect little princess. How lucky he was when he found her. He hadn’t planned originally on keeping her but she was different from the others. She screamed sure but there was something about her eyes. He could tell she was naive but also wouldn’t mind some blood. Her eyes screamed innocence but at the same time he could tell she had seen some of the horrors of this world. He would later learn that horror of hers was from her abusive parents. She didn’t tell him outright but her nightmares usually came along with sleep talking and he had pried a lot of her in her unconscious state.

“Good girl, princess.” He praised her before turning back to his work. She did as she was told and stayed silent for the next hour while he worked. Finally by midnight he was done and she had passed out waiting for him on the bed. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, her hands flying up to grab his wrist and looked up at him with now wide awake eyes. “All done princess. You want dinner?”

Oh right they didn’t eat dinner. Odd, Baby normally always came to collect them for dinner when Otis was working. She knew that he would get caught up in his work and forget to feed her little best friend.

She nodded as best she could with his grip on her hair. “Yes please.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was until the thought of dinner crossed her mind.

“Come on then hurry up. Put these on.” He ordered throwing her short skirt and shoes at her. Why was he making wear her shoes? The skirt she knew, even if it barely covered her it was enough to keep Hugo off her a bit. But the shoes? She wasn’t supposed to wear shoes in the house that was one of the rules. “Mama didn’t make enough dinner for us. Seems she forgot about us. Figured I’d be nice and take you somewhere. That’s what you wanted right? Some kinda anniversary dinner?”

“If that’s what you want. I just want to make you happy.” She said slipping on her shoes as ordered.

“Of course you do sweetheart. Come on lets go.” Otis grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the stairs and out to his truck. He threw her into the passenger seat before getting in the driver side. Once the truck was started the radio came on playing her favorite Frank Sinatra song.

She gasped and smiled wide. “I love this song.” She said without thinking before clasping her hand over her mouth. Another one of his rules- Don’t speak unless given permission. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “I’m sorry I was just excited and…”

Otis moved his hand to her thigh gripping the skin so hard she knew she’d have a handprint shaped mark in the morning. She stilled and waiting for his next move.

“Don’t have to apologize for that sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Maybe it’s time to change the rules a little, yeah?” He smiled at her with his wicked smile that would send shivers down anyone else’s spine and pulled her closer to him running his hand higher up her thigh. “You be a good girl while we’re out and when we get home. Tomorrow I’ll think about changing your rules.”

She took a breath. He was happy with her. So happy he was going to change her rules. Maybe she would be allowed to leave the room without him. Spend more time with Baby and Tiny. Or even Mama. She loved Mama. Mama was everything she wished her mother had been.

Finally Otis pulled the truck off to a 24 hour roadside dinner. There were only a couple cars, probably belonging to the workers, and a few long haul trucks. Otis got out and pulled her along with him. Once her feet hit the ground he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead, “Be good.” It was a simple command and a simple warning. “Be good” meant not only behave in general but also “don’t you dare tell anyone what happens at home.” He had only taken her out in public once, outside of her trips to Captain Spaulding’s, when he took her to buy her new outfits for her to wear for him. And by outfits of course that means bras that barely hold her tits and panties that barely covered anything. Along with a few short skirts and shorts. He didn’t like when Hugo eyed his woman. But oh how Otis loved to see his princess dressed up for him.

She reached up and kissed him on his cheek. She knew he loved it when she showed him affection. “Of course. Always a good girl for you.” She promised him.

They made it to the door and he was even kind enough to hold the door open for her. The waitress at the counter greeted them and told them to find a seat anywhere. He found them a booth far in the corner away from everyone else and pulled her down in his lap grabbing the menu. He let her trail her fingers over it reading each line and finally pointing out what she wanted. Of course, the sweetest thing on the menu. The waitress made her way over and smiled at them.

“Y’all need a minute or are you ready to order?”

Otis tightened his grip on her waist and she knew that meant stay quiet.

“Water, coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs, and the waffles.” He didn’t even look the waitress in the eye. “Chocolate chips on the waffles.”

She must have been really good if he was letting her have sweet treats.

The waitress nodded, writing down the order, before going to the kitchen.

They sat in silence. His hand drifting up and down her leg as they waited. A few minutes go by and the waitress reappears with a tray holding the drinks and food. “Here ya go darlings. Anything else?” Otis waves her off with a huff and she retreats back to the counter where a few truckers are sitting.

He takes a slice of bacon and chews it loudly in her ear before holding a piece to her mouth. “Eat up princess. I’ve been thinking about this whole anniversary non-sense and I think if I’m being so nice getting you this food then when we get home we will play one of our little games.”

She nodded happily, giggling and wiggling in his lap feel him grow harder under her. Playing games meant he was happy and in a good mood. She let him feed her until the plates were cleared. The waitress returned at that point slapping the bill on the table before turning on her heel walking away. She obviously did not enjoy being waved off earlier.

“Did you like it Princess? Wanna come back?” Was the game already starting? He didn’t normally ask her her preferences. “I didn’t like. I don’t think we’ll be back.”

“It was okay. Not as good as Mama’s cooking.” Mama made the best waffles.

Without a word and without looking at the bill Otis stood up and started walking her to the door.

“Sir you need to pay the bill! Excuse me!” The waitress yelled from behind the counter. Otis smirked down at his girl and chuckled darkly. He then whirled around and pull his gun from his waistband.

“I don’t have to do shit bitch.” He then grabbed her hand and threw her back in the truck speeding away towards home.

He was driving far past the speed limit, as fast as a bat out of hell. She looked up at him with her big eyes then down at the gun in-between them in the seat of the truck. He had never brought it out in front of her. He liked to use his knifes, belts, or even his hands on her. She couldn’t even name a time she had a gun this close outside of being on a police officers hip.

“Not gonna fucking bite you. What the little princess never seen a gun before?” He eyes burned on her. She shook her head. “Well then Princess, why don’t we start the game now?” He grabbed the gun and pressed it against against her temple. “Open those legs pretty girl.” She did as she was told and he moved the gun down her body until it was between her legs. “You fucking get off on this and cum without permission I will blow your brains out. Don’t care how much a pretty fuck you are. Understood?”

She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “Yes.”

He slid the barrel of the gun against her folds making her shiver against the cold metal. He kept it up at a steady pace for what felt like hours but he made sure to never reach right where she wanted him. She was looking straight ahead trying to find any landmarks showing they were close to home. Right as she was about to work up the nerve to ask him, he finally hit her sweet spot. She moaned and threw her head back.

“There we go princess. Don’t forget the rules.” He moved faster bringing her close to the edge and pulling away. Finally the light of the house came into view. He stopped the truck but continued playing with her for a few minutes before pulling the gun away from her core.

He looked it over before grabbing her chin, “Open wide sweetheart. You made my gun dirty, now you gotta suck it clean. Be a good girl.” Be a good girl. Yes she is a good girl for him. She opened her mouth sticking out her tongue letting him slide the barrel into her mouth. She began licking and sucking her juices off the shiny metal when she heard a click. She gulped and looked at him to see his wicked smile. “Good girls don’t have to worry if the safety is off. And you’re a good girl right?” She nodded and continued until he finally pulled away wiping her spit off on his shirt. He then got out of the truck pulling her along with him as always. “Good girl, now you have 2 minutes to get that pretty ass upstairs and ready in our room. Wear the white.” Oh he really wanted to play today. He only had her wear a white set if he intended to stain it red. “Timer’s already started Princess I’d hurry if I was you.” He slapped her hard on her ass kicking her into gear. She darted into the house trying to be careful not to knock anything over. She reached the threshold of their room when she heard him slam the front door shut meaning she had about 1 minute left. She ripped off her clothes and threw on the first white lace bra and panties she could find. Once she was dressed she dropped to her knees sitting back on her heels, hands in her lap, looking up and waiting.

Otis finally opened the bedroom door and smirked at the sight before him. She was so pretty like that. Ready and waiting to suck his cock. He walked up to her stripping his clothes as he walked holding his belt in his hands. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? On the bed arms up.”

She followed his orders and laid down arms against the headboard. She knew the drill at this point. He looped the belt around her wrist securing her to the bed. He then tied a blindfold around her eyes. This game was her favorite. She didn’t know why but he always was happier after they played this game.

A drawer opened and she heard the clicks of metal against metal. She then felt an ice cold blade against her throat. “One sound. One single sound and I will gut you like a pig. Got it?” She nodded to the best of her ability. “Good girl now be quiet.” The knife moved across her body slowly. She had yet to feel skin break. He moved up and down her arms and her legs. Around her bellybutton and traced the insides of her thighs. Then the feeling was gone. And she heard the rustling sound of clothes being thrown on and the bedroom door slamming.

This wasn’t part of the game. He was suppose to cut her, carve his name on her and lick the blood. Slice her up with tiny cuts that would bead some bubbles of blood enough for him to paint her in but not enough to kill her or even truly hurt her. But he never left before it was over. He didn’t always stay long afterwards, aftercare is not in his vocabulary but he never left before they were done.

Had he decided he was done with her? Was he going to get RJ and Tiny so they could be ready to take her body when he was done with it? Questions and thoughts started whirling in her head. Fear creeping up on her. She was alone again. She was alone and going to die. Her life with the Firefly’s wasn’t perfect but it was hers and she was enjoying it.

Tears started to slip from her eyes wetting the blindfold that had been tied to her. Maybe he was going to leave her here to starve. Let her have a final meal and then starve her. Her tears soon turned to sobs and before she knew it her breathing was getting shaky. Everything was spinning even though she couldn't see anything. Her brain was spinning it felt like. Her body was shaking violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you girl?” His voice boomed into the room and he removed his belt from her hands pulling her into his lap before taking off the blindfold. He was being oddly kind, like he was worried about her.

She continued to shake and sob for a minute before finally calming down enough to look at him. “You, you, you left. You never leave until the game is finished. Left me alone again.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Someone wondered up the property Princess. Had to make sure the cops weren’t showing up. Don’t need the pigs here when I have a pretty little runaway in my bed.” Then in a rare moment, a very rare moment that had only happened once when he was drunk but she counted it because it was the only time it happened; he kissed her. Like a real kiss from someone you love not a power play. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you Princess. I promise.”

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him like he was the center of her whole universe, “You won’t abandon me, right?” It was barely a whisper almost as if she was unsure if she could ask.

Otis brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, “You’re mine forever silly girl. I love you.”

Those three words. The three little words he knew would hook her right in again. He didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he dangled that little carrot in front of her face once every couple weeks. He wasn’t sure if he even meant it. In the beginning he knew he didn’t but now as time had gone on he wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe this pretty little princess from the other side of Texas was changing him.

“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his neck before snuggling into him. There would be no wicked game for a few hours. He would be kind. He would let her sleep next to him. Let her snuggle up on his chest while he played with her hair. Let her have a few hours where they played like they were a normal couple, just a man and his girl sleeping the night away.

But Otis Driftwood was anything but just a man. He was different and he knew it. But she was different too. Maybe she was meant to be here. Meant to be his girl forever. But that was a problem for another day. A day when he was 7 beers deep and didn't have to think too hard.

“Goodnight Princess you can sleep now. I ain't going anywhere. And when you wake up, I’ll let you go to Baby’s room.” He kissed her hair again and moved them down on the bed throwing the blanket over them.

[hellbubu]

If you don’t like what I post, filter tags and block me. I’m not gonna argue with anyone.

Can the others hear him or are they just roleplaying? Knowing the kids who go to this school, this conversation would fly over their heads rn.

The SebaCiels are always winning. As they should.

Did they all just stand there and watch them??? Like, por lo menos disimulen.

I just noticed that they all wear glasses (except Ciel). Is it like a requirement to enter the blue house?

Also, imagine if Bluewer just walked in while they're talking. Like hearing "Master Michaelis" call Ciel "young master" or Ciel acting in a way Bluewer wasn't used to him acting.

Damn, that mother fucker really is Undertaker. I can only imagine how much his head must hurt. Maybe it's just me, but if I needed to hide my hair in a top hat or smth, the bun would have to be tight as fuck and I have way less hair than Undertaker. Maybe he has thin hair and he doesn't need to make the bun all that tight.

No one knows the way to Ciel's heart like Sebastian

He's a tiny, little, cute baby

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the Blue House supposed to be the smart one?? What makes him think no one will notice it's a new uniform? How will he even explain this? Were there sugar daddies back in the Victorian Era? I think Sebastian might be the first sugar daddy in the world.

Did they make Ciel the cox so he wouldn't have to row? Did they think "this baby is the only reason we won, he probably doesn't have the strength to do much rn"

Why does one of the Charles have a hen?? Is this something from another season that I forgot about? Is this from the manga? Like, does this have an explanation in the manga but it wasn't in the anime? Is he just guarding the chicken that the Queen will eat tomorrow?

I hope they know how to swim. If I tried to stand on a boat I'd fall into the water.

I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 fucking idiots🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Are you serious??? In front of the fucking Queen????

One, Soma is so sweet. Two, like, I'm not a manga reader, but Ciel is a twin correct? And he has asthma while his twin doesn't, right? Like that might be wrong, but judging by the sad tiktok edits I've seen, O! Ciel was at the very least a sickly child. So, wouldn't him falling get him sick, therefore the Midfords thinking "hey, he didn't get sick this easily back before that day" or did Ciel/Madame Red tell them that because of the conditions of where he was kept, he is likelier to get sick a lot more easy? I don't think it's that, because even Sebastian wasn't aware of Ciel's asthma back in the Circus arc.

Violet, my beloved <3

Also, how come Bluewer's glasses didn't fall off when he fell?

One, didn't Lau and his girls get kicked out? Did he bribe his way in again or did he get them to wear long skirts/pants? Two, Ciel is being dragged around by all his friends <3 Three, get fucking Druitt out of my fucking screen

Do manga readers know what's up with the hen??? I need answers

Are they holding the tea party in a fucking cathedral?? Where's the tea? Where's the food? This is lame as fuck.

I'm on edge. The like vice headmaster or whatever hasn't fallen yet, This feels wrong.

I might be wrong, but I doubt it's a tradition to fall off your boat in front of the Queen.

Damn, Ciel learned the rules like he was about to take the bar exam.

Talk about Bluewer, Redmond, or Greenhill, but leave Violet alone. I support Violet's wrongs. He's allowed to do anything. I gave him permission.

Ciel really is a master manipulator. He is trying to get them to do what he wants because the families told him they are worried and that made him worry about these boys he doesn't know.

I love how the P4 are not even trying to act normal. What are they thinking? "No way they're here. I made sure they were extra extra dead!!"

Shouldn't he be wearing the purple tie? Like he got transferred to the purple house.

Also, kudos to Undertaker for managing to Improve his bizarre dolls in such a short time. I mean, this dude got killed before Easter, right? Like, the Queen tells Ciel she worries because he didn't come home for easter. That means he died before April 21st, 1889. That's like 44 days (if we start counting on April 21st) where the body was preserved so well it could be passes as still living. Very Impressive.

[spacebunniezzz]

Ronnie Radke stans are some of the most annoying people I swear like they honestly might just be more annoying than king baby Ronnie himself and of course they all believe that the reason why people hate Ronnie is because they have pronouns and coloured hair like mother fuckers this dude LITERALLY came from a subculture full of teens with dyed hair and that was/is pro LGBTQ like of course we are against him like why are these people so surprised?

His stans are also mostly conservatives which makes sense why they aren't the brightest. They are reactionary individuals so of course they would love someone who is also that way and goes against cancel culture (the cancel culture in question is people just bringing up the shitty things Ronnie has said and done).

Sort of a side note but if a person brings up cancel culture when others bring up the bad things they have done in the past or accusations than I'm definitely going to be side eyeing their ass.

Ronnie comes off as just some manchild and I'm not surprised that he has the fanbase he does since he comes off as reactionary like this man can't even handle it when some teenager calls him out even though that used to be his target audience but now his fanbase is made up of MAGA chuds that cry, piss and whine about marginalized communities.

And what sucks is that this dude can actually be likeable at times and entertaining but instead he continues starting fights with other bands and has Blaire White who is a transphobe in one of his music videos. If most of your dick riders are right wing losers than eventually Ronnie will fade away. Nothing good comes out of having conservatives as your fanbase. Absolutely nothing and I will be here waiting for this dudes downfall once he realizes that he doesn't want to cater to those types of people anymore.

I want to make it very clear on this page that I don't like this dude and what he stands for and the community he has fostered and if you come here trying to argue or say some shit like "but he is so talented" blah blah blah whatever you are going to get blocked. I'm not talking about his music, I'm talking about him as a person and his fanbase and if you can't stand a person talking negatively about him and his fans 1. Stop stanning and riding celebrities dicks and 2. Just scroll on, it's that simple.

[enemyoflactose]

I finished Battle City

So for my redemption arc, I have finished both Duelist Kingdom and Battle City.

I think I may have gotten worse.

I'll start by talking about voice acting and which one I prefer:

Bakurae: I like both Ted Lewis and Rica Matsumoto's performances. They both did amazing and I am so bi for their voices.

Marik: His goofy ass skeletor voice is not it. It's funny as hell, but he just sounds better in the sub.

Odion: I like both

Ishizu: I like both

Everyone else: could go either way

Characters:

Yugi didn't really do a lot at the start, and everything I want to say about him happens in his duel with Joey. Honestly, I don't like how in the anime he doesn't play much of a role.

Yami Yugi: this man... This man.

Téa: I love her. Honestly. She gave like zero friendship speeches this season and didn't really do much except help Yami find Ishizu.

Joey: I LOVE JOEY WHEELER.

Tristan: he's there. I don't like how he treats Serenity.

Serenity: I actually really like her. She's not the most realistic sister character, but I still like her.

Duke: my guy, leave the girl alone.

Marik: I can't take him seriously. I just can't. He sounds like Skeletor, his plans are stupid, he can barely duel, he's a coward, he dresses ugly, mother fucker uses Revival Jam, this happened

How am I supposed to take him seriously?! Also, his backstory didn't do anything for me. Like, yeah what he went through was awful, but it just feels like an excuse. It felt like Ishizu and Odion were trying to justify Marik's behavior and say he did nothing wrong and should be forgiven. (Also, I saw a post about how Joey should have showed Marik sympathy. They blocked me when I said that was stupid)

Ishizu: she's such a great character. Her love for her siblings feels real, she's a snarky dork, her duel with Kaiba is fantastic, and she's pretty.

Odion: Am I supposed to feel bad for him? Not because he was horrifically abused I do feel bad about that, but with the way he was treating Marik... My guy was an enabler. Of course Marik is still evil under your care, you haven't done anything to help him be good. He just rolls over and lets Marik do what he wants because he doesn't want to betray his oath or something.

Mai: literally so cool. I'll actually get to talking about her in a bit.

Kaiba: iconic.

Mokuba: he takes his duel commissioner job so seriously it's adorable. He just pops up out of nowhere to catch people cheating and then Kaiba comes along to scare the cheater when they don't listen to Mokuba.

Regular Bakura: B-baby boy???

Yami Bakura: I'd literally bend over for him. He can have all of my possessions. Anyway I feel like he went through some character assassination this season. He just doesn't seem like a threat, but I guess that's how abusers get ya because he stabs Regular Bakura.

Arkana: I've said it once and I'll say it again, I am a sap. I felt so bad for this guy. First his magic show goes wrong, then his face gets mangled, then his wife leaves him, then he gets indoctrinated into Marik's cult, then he almost dies by saw blade, then he actually dies.

Lumis and Umbra: these two are gay and dating.

Strings: there is nothing there.

Mako and Weevil are pretty much the same.

Espa Roba: he's a cheater.

Duels:

Bandit Keith vs Yugi Moto (Duel 1)

The first duel of the season introduces us to Marik. We learn that he wants the puzzle and has a magic rod that can mind control people.

This duel shows off that Yugi is not yet as good a duelist as Yami because this loser gets fucking cooked.

Yami Bakura shows up and breaks Keith free. This makes Marik a little annoyed.

Marik makes Keith break the puzzle.

Bakura comes in and helps Yugi fix it, but he puts a little piece of his soul in the puzzle because of reasons that are never explained.

Bakura leaves and Keith burns the building down.

Joey and Tristan save Keith and Yugi.

Yami Yugi vs Jonny Steps (Duel 2)

I am not talking about the duel you suckers. I'm talking about what happened before the duel!

Yami and Téa go on a date. During this date they go on wacky high jinks and Yami gets Light Force Sword.

After dueling Jonny Steps, they go to the museum and meet Ishizu. She tells them that Yami is actually an ancient Egyptian pharaoh and he needs to save the world by joining Kaiba's tournament and winning it. Also he needs three Egyptian God Cards.

Joey vs That one guy (duel 3)

Joey gets Exodiad and feels so bad that he doesn't go and visit his sister in the hospital.

He also lost his Red Eyes Black Dragon.

Tristan finds him on the beach and shows Yugi and Téa who he found (fuck you 4kids)

Kaiba vs the machine (duel 4)

OBELISK, FIST OF FATE!!!!!

Yami vs the one guy(duel 5)

Yami beats Exodia and wins back Joey's Red Eyes.

Joey declined it.

Joey vs Espa Roba (duel 6)

In this duel Joey faces an alleged psychic who had already defeated Rex Raptor.

Rex tries to help Joey for a little bit, but stops like half way through the duel.

During this duel, Espa is talking about the universe and how he can't lose and shit like that and Joey's just clowning on him.

Espa Roba has his brothers up on a building helping him win duels.

Joey figures this out.

Joey wins the duel.

Some guy in the audience says "Espa couldn't predict he'd be a loser", and I think that's funny.

Joey got a Jinzo!! The only good card he'll get this whole tournament.

Yami vs Arkana (duel 7)

Yami faces a magician who's all like "Aren't you SO sad that your precious Dark Magician is in the deck of another duelist???!"

Some bullshit happens, Dark Magician is sentient and saves Yami, Dark Magician Girl is summoned by Dark Magic Curtain, there's shadow blades, guillotine-chan is here, apparently there's no service in the tent.

Yami wins.

Arkana dies or something it was really unclear.

Joey vs Weevil Underwood (duel 8)

Joey got his deck and Duel Disk stolen by some mustache and had a card put In it.

Joey and Weevil duel ata fountain.

During this duel Weevil calls out to the Parasite Paracide card in Joey's deck and turns all of Joey's monsters into insect cards.

Weevil brings out Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth. Joey destroys it.

Weevil brings out his Insect Queen and talks about how much he wants to fuck it. Joey destroys the Insect Queen and wins it.

Joey gained the worst card of the season.

Yami and Kaiba vs some guys (duel 10)

Kaiba uses Lord of D and two Flute of Summoning Dragon to summon three dragons and then he summons Obelisk and then he wins the duel and takes some locator cards.

Joey Wheeler vs Mako (duel 11) ft. Marik falling for the Bakura sham.

Joey and Mako duel.

Joey is putting on the world's greatest show, and is told to stop because it's "embarrassing and taking to long"

Joey tries to use Parasite Paracide, but flip monsters haven't been invented yet.

MEANWHILE

Marik almost runs over Bakura.

BACK TO THE DUEL

Mako is telling a son story about his dad and how Legendary Fisherman is his dad and he loves his dad so he has to win the duel for his dad because he loves him ever so much.

MEANWHILE

Yami Bakura is talking mad shit and Marik's all like "This idiot has NO idea that to open the door to darkness he needs the Egyptian God Cards."

What if my guy was talking 'bout Kingdom Hearts?

BACK TO THE DUEL

Mako used a ritual card 🤮

Now Joey has to find the fisherman and attack.

Joey finds the fisherman and attacks. Mako gets sad. Loser deserved it tho for using rituals.

Joey uses some gambling cards and oh no

MEANWHILE

Bakura puts his scam into action and says he's a strong duelist (He's aight.)

Marik doesn't even fact check this and makes a deal with him.

The rod for a god card.

BACK TO THE DUEL

Joey uses Panther Warrior to wipe out the ritual card 🤮, and wins the duel.

Joey has gained Legendary Fisherman! Not as bad as the last card, but Joey you have a shitty deck how do you keep winning???

Seto and Yami vs Lumis and Umbra (duel 12)

THERE'S ANOTHER FUCKING RITUAL CARD!!!! AND IT'S NOT EVEN A GOOD ONE!

It's awful, it sucks, it's worthless, they should have just used level cards

This duel is not worth my time.

Yami and Seto win.

We interrupt this essay to talk about important stuff that happened out of duels:

Bakura got stabbed

Mokuba, Téa, and Joey got kidnapped

Tristan ran for an hour with a teenage girl on his back

Duke hit some guy with dice

Mai met Serenity

Joey got mind controlled

Téa girl mind controlled

Joey vs Yugi/Yami (duel 13)

I cried during this duel

Joey got mind controlled by Marik and is evil and dueling Yugi for the puzzle and they're also strapped to this anchor that's gonna drag them to the bottom of the ocean in an hour and oh my God this duel

Téa's life is also being threatened but she's a badass who doesn't care.

Kaiba can't help because then Téa will die.

Joey was given all these rare cards and is using them against Yugi.

Yugi is so scared to attack because he doesn't wanna hurt Joey.

Yugi is so fucking sweet I love him so much.

Yami is just in the corner like "you good Yugi?" And "Oh no!!! Joey!!" I love them so much

Yugi ends up giving the puzzle to Joey so he can fight Marik better, he summons R d eyes black dragon to get through to him, this shit is just barely working I HATE THIS DUEL

Marik is being a whiny little bitch ass loser because his mind control is failing

Joey breaks free after attacking Yugi then he uses the effect of some mirror card to attack himsefl

Joey and Yugi both plummet to the ocean, Yugi is saved by Joey and Joey is saved by serenity.

I LOVE JOEY WHEELER

Meanwhile at the hospital

Yami Bakura vs Bonz (duel 14)

This episode is so fucking good. The animation, the duel, BONZ IS HERE

This duel starts off with Yami Bakura already being kinda annoyed. He just got jumped so it makes sense.

He summons a headless knight and it gets destroyed.

He destroys Bonz's cards.

Bonz fuses Medusa and crawling dragon to get... An elephant?

Then Bonz activates that one card that makes you lose life points for every card sent to the graveyard. Yami Bakura responded by fucking cheating and just tossing his hand to the graveyard.

Then he summons Earl of Demise and Bonz puts him in a cage.

Then Yami Bakura uses ectoplasmer and wipes out Bonz's life points and sends him to hell the Shadow Realm.

Mai vs Jean Clawed Magnum (duel 19)

I am not talking about this duel other than

Joey x Mai supremacy

We love polarshipping

Stuff that happens before the finals

The gang is shocked at the idea of Regular Bakura dueling (rude)

Tristan can't flirt

The gang raid Joey's pantry

A bingo machine

Yami Bakura pretends to be Regular Bakura and messes with Joey by saying shit like "Cheerio" and "fellows"

Marik does stuff

Odion gets threatened a few times

Ishizu shows up late

Mai drinks censored wine

Yami Bakura vs Yami (duel 15)

This shit is so hype

It starts off with Yami Bakura being dog shit and summoning weak cards (it's for a plan), and Yami and the gang just ragging on him and insulting him.

Then Bakura summons Dark Necrofear, but he doesn't attack because he's scared that Yami's face down card is a trap (reasonable)

Dark Necrofear gets destroyed by a buffed Dark Magician Girl, but this was all part of the an because now Yami Bakura can use not only his Destiny Board (worst win strat ever), but he can also use Dark Sanctuary.

At this point in the duel, Yami Bakura is cooking. He is dominating.

He got out his Dark door, Yami can't attack more than once. He got his spirit redirecting attacks at Yami. He's cooking something delicious.

Then Yami special summons Dark Necrofear and now Yami Bakura can't use his strategy.

Unless he summons Jougen the Spiritualist!

Now the sanctuary is back and he can keep up with his shitty win strat.

Then Yami summons Slifer and he contemplates death.

Marik makes Odion walk over and go "I release Bakura from the spirit" and Bakura starts dying and at this point my shipping senses start going nuts.

This duel has become a love triangle between Regular Bakura, Yami Bakura, And Yami Yugi.

But that's not important.

Bakura doesn't like this strategy because it's for cowards and he's worried Yami will attack his host. (Reasonable. The Yami he knows probably would've)

Yami meanwhile doesn't wanna attack Regular Bakura because that's his friend.

No one has told this boy to just surrender.

Yami Bakura takes control of Regular Bakura again and tells Yami to attack him

Then Yugi tells Yami that he did that because he needs Bakura, not because he liked him. (This is untrue if I believe hard enough)

Regular Bakura is knocked out and the ring is gone.

Joey vs Odion (duel 16)

Joey is talking shit.

Odion keeps setting and passing

And oh what's this?? FLASHBACK

Odion was abandoned on the door step of Marik's and Ishizu's parents. He was raised by them but never truly accepted.

He wanted the tomb keeper initiation to become accepted, but he was adopted. So that didn't happen.

DUEL

Joey's losing

FLASHBACKS

Odion was Marik's best friend and watched their mother die immediately after Marik was born.

He vowed to protect Marik.

DUEL

Odion has trap monsters and Joey is surprised by this.

A massive scorpion monster thing is summoned and Joey says

"Are you really Marik?"

Then Marik has a temper tantrum and tells Odion to summon Ra. Odion summons Ra and fucking dies.

Then Joey dies.

FLASHBACK

Odion watched as Marik got his tomb keeper initiation and afterwards he did his own initiation.

DUEL

Odion tries to get up, but he doesn't.

MEANWHILE IN JOEY DREAMLAND

Joey is having a dream about his friends helping him get ready for a tournament and he can't get up.

DUEL

Joey gets up and wins the duel.

Marik is having a migraine and then becomes Yami Marik.

Mai vs Marik (duel whatever I don't wanna check)

Marik got a fashion upgrade and looks better!!

During this duel Kaiba is edging himself waiting for Ra to be summoned.

Marik makes the duel a shadow duel and starts to erase Mai's mind.

Mai loses one memory and almost gives up immediately.

Marik continues his mind games while Joey and the gang try to help Mai out.

Mai is having non of this.

Mai steals Ra

Marik is cooking

Mai summons Ra, but Marik broke a rule because Ra is written in a foreign language without a translation.

Mai loses because she can't summon Ra and Marik attacked her, Joey, and Yami.

Final duel, Kaiba vs Ishizu

Ishizu should have won

Kaiba and Ishizu keep milling each other's deck.

Ishizu has a plan though. She saw it in her visions

Kaiba defys those visions tho and instead of summoning Obelisk, he summons the Blue Eyes White Dragon and wipes out Ishizu.

I forgot to talk about the Yami vs Strings duel

Marik is a pussy so he uses some murderer to duel

During this duel Marik is using cards like Revival Jam and Jam Breeding Machine.

He uses them to summon Slifer.

Yami is trapped in a cage.

Yami uses Revival Jam against Marik and uses it to cause Marik to lose by DECK OUT.

DECK OUT

That's embarrassing.

So yeah, I think this journey of redemption is becoming a journey of derailment instead. Wish me luck and health.

[kyra45]

Fuck you mother fucker one day I will report you and fuck you in your also

makkyjeeh (formerly nervouspenguingalaxy) blocked me then sent me this even though I have not contacted them in any fashion aside from asking them if one blog was theirs and all I did was show how they changed their pinned post link. Please do not donate to them and please warn anyone who shared their post by explaining how it’s a scam. This is not someone who needs help, it is someone trying to make a quick buck and also hurting those who actually need support for getting insulin.

Also sending hate mail to someone you blocked is lame. Like. What’s the point of it tbh. Do you find joy in sending these. Is it fun. Exciting. Are you that bored that this is a reasonable thing to do when someone just shows how your likely a scammer. Please go find something better to make money with.

[somerandomcryptid]

Idk an intro I guess

ok this is long overdue but here's my new pinned

My name's Cryptid, I'm the strange force of something weird as fuck in your woods :3 (they/them|minor)

I mostly do dsmp aus, and am generally very aligned with the stance of most of dreblr that c!Dream is a flawed mother fucker but goes through so much angst

I am a cc!dream/cc!dteam fan, don't harass me for it, I have a block button and I will use it <3

I love my mutuals more then most things and of we become mutuals(or even just interact positively at all!) just know I cherish you

I do a lot of self insert stuff. But all of it is tagged with #self insert so if you wanna avoid it, feel free, idc (I will also be marking all my AUS for whether they have a self insert or not when I get around to making the au list, so it should be easy to avoid)

My tags are:

#Cryptid.art for, unsurprisingly, art #Cryptid.thoughts for short, often unrelated to dsmp thoughts #Cryptid.rambles for long form thoughts #Cryptid.writes for any writing, fics or short things #Cryptid.animatics for my animatics and #Cryptid.polls for any polls I may do

And then some kinda special but still in the same vain tags are #Cryptid does Minecraft for anytime I do Minecraft, whether it be stream announcements or posting build pictures and then #Cryptid does Hardcore for specifically my project completely removed from dsmp other then also being a minecraft rp. Although this project will also have stuff through audio logs and shit like that and will include some arg elements c:

And then the last thing for now is that my YouTube is Cryptidflower I don't have too much on there and all streams I've done have been privated for either quality or safety reasons but that's where my streams will be and also videos :3

(Edit: I am dumb and forgot to mention that my technical main blog is @cryptidflow3r so if you see likes or asks from that account, tis me :p)

[cristal-m-3-th]

I think there might be an option for those who don't want to pay for the watcher streaming service.(Like me)

LET'S COMMIT PIRACY

Reason 1: piracy is free.

Reason 2: the watcher streaming service is stupid.

Reason 3: those stupid mother fuckers aren't letting paying users share passwords with more than three devices.

Reason 4: it's fun being a pirate. (Yargh)

How do we commit piracy?

First method:

There are a lot of methods and forms of piracy. I mean, there's a whole reddit dedicated to piracy. Personally I use a third party browser, an ad block, and a VPN when I watch shows. There are websites that host "definitely paid content" I literally use three of them. (And yes I am gatekeeping these websites, I've seen what happens when they get distributed. Mainly through tiktok.)

So, first method (summarized)

Third party browser

Ad block

VPN

Readily available piracy websites.

Pros:

It's easy!

Cons:

Pesky pop up ads! (I'm not interested in boobs or hot women in my area! I just want to re-watch Bob's burgers!)

There's a heightened risk of obtaining a virus on your device.

Second method:

The second method is a little easier and has a reduced risk of downloading a virus on your device.

Google drive video downloads.

So I found out about this method back in 2022 when I was trying to find a way to watch season 3 of Lego monkie kid early. (I know it's cringe and embarrassing) Basically, on the monkie kid Reddit, there were users distributing a Google drive file with all the season 3 lmk episodes, I downloaded the file and watched all the episodes. I would consider this method pretty risk free since it involves downloading content (in this case the pay walled watcher content) and uploading it to a Google drive. The only con I can think about in regards to this method is the potential lack of constant updates.

So, the second method (summarized)

Google drive file

Download videos from streaming service.

Upload downloaded videos to the Google drive file.

Distribute the Google drive among interested users/viewers.

Pros:

Reduced risk of obtaining a virus on your device! :D (yippee!)

Reduced watcher streaming service profits! (This reason can apply to both methods)

Cons:

Potential lack of constant updates. (This can probably be avoided if the Google drive is treated as a community effort among users.)

Anyways, just in case the FBI or whatever monitors Tumblr sees this, this is just a satirical post, I have never committed piracy. I pay for all the content I watch. This post is quite literally a written yapping session.

[jeweledstone]

Had a fucking WerePeppino dream a few nights ago that turned into a 4kids anime episode halfway through for some reason

Date: 4/17/2024

So for context, I made a post on one of my side blogs joking about that one Pizza Tower AU where Peppino is a werewolf that uses the tag #werepeppino and how it (to me at least) makes it seem like it’s talking about a guy who turns into Peppino during the full moon rather than werewolf Peppino like it intended, and it ended up escalating with me and a former follower/mutual (they deactivated recently much to my dismay) conspiring up an entire AU-ish concept of what an actual werepeppino would look and act like.

I’m not joking, literally TWO DAYS after I made this shit up, I had a dream where I myself was a werepeppino who was friends with a guy who’s girlfriend was a werewolf. (Neither of these people of whom I know irl btw cause I don’t go outside and have very few IRL friends because of that unfortunately)

I remember in the dream, we were hanging out at the guy and his gf’s house during the night of a full moon, but the problem was we didn’t even know there was gonna be one until it started getting dark out and me and the gf started turning. I remember the gf as a werewolf wasn’t nearly as aggressive as they usually are in most media and more or less just acted like a weird dog. There was even this one friend/neighbor of the couple who had a dog that would play with her while she was in wolf-form the way two dogs would normally play with each other.

Then about halfway through the dream, the little fanfic we like to call the plot turned into something straight outta a 4kids anime dub when the “villains” of the dream were introduced. Said villains were a pair of scientists who would apparently kidnap werebeasts in order to either preform cruel experiments on them or sell them on the black market as exotic pets for rich cunts with no morals, often injecting the ones they sold with this drug they made that would keep them in their beast form for longer periods of time. (Cause what’s the point of having a pet werewolf if he’s only gonna be a badass wolf monster 1-3 days outta the month I guess)

At first they were had their eye on the werewolf gf, astonished by her beauty and probably thinking about how much they could pay for her, but then they saw my ugly old man ass and realized I was technically a breed of weretoon, which were apparently rare and had little to no documentation by modern science. So they decided to take me instead, involving a weird Team Rocket-looking ass trap which they used to capture me (I shit you not they had the goofy hot air balloon and everything), and taking me to their evil science lab to experiment on me before selling me for a shit ton of kromer.

The rest of the dream was me, along with a couple other captive werebeasts trying to escape the lab while the guy I was friends with and his friend and werewolf gf went on an epic journey to save me with it ending with a confrontation between them and the scientists. Apparently my attempt to escape was compromised cause during this scene, they were basically about to inject me with this improved version of their magic transformation elongating drug which would apparently keep me stuck in werepeppino form permanently. Unfortunately I guess these motherfuckers were too busy violating the Geneva Convention to actually play Pizza Tower cause they got caught off guard by a certain game mechanic I was able to exploit to avoid the injection.

GET

PARRIED

MOTHER

FUCKER

And it actually worked, not only was the injection blocked, but one of the scientist (the girl one, I forgot to mention the scientists were these twin brother and sister, they also had stupid names too but I can’t remember what they were rn) got injected instead, causing her to become a werepeppino herself, transform on the spot, and because of the drug was now stuck like that.

ＦＯＲＥＶＥＲ

After that I was rescued by my friends as the scientists kinda-sorta surrendered and we went home. The end, they all lived happily ever after, tune in next time on DragonBall Z, you get the jest.

Lowkey wanna make some art based off this dream just because it was so ridiculous and thus memorable.

[aerospectrum]

starter for @littlemesseduphood

With night blanketing the streets of the city, Jamie focused on the small cracks along the sidewalk and the continual rush of cars, whistling ambulances and grating police sirens. Seemed like everyone was always out and about regardless of the crime that plagued the streets.

It’d been years since he’d lived in a small town or even been a part of any type of law and order. Truth be told he’d hated being wedged into that box- even if he had run away from his past, this life as an obscure, insignificant speck on a city street was better in every way. Nobody relied on him, nobody berated him- he wasn’t under anyone’s thumb. He could just be; no questions asked.

Jamie was so deep in a thought about his father’s land he didn’t notice the slightest shift in direction or the way the streets died down with foot traffic. There was a whistle that tugged Jamie’s attention up from the ground to the blinking lights and colorful signs above him. Just as he passed an alley a hand wrapped around his shoulder and roughly yanked him into the dark. A burlier man shoved him back against the stone walls, already aiming the gun between his eyes before Jamie could even speak. Blue eyes met in the middle and slid upwards to gaze up at the cold barrel pressed to his forehead. “I can’t say the guns a necessity; you could’ve just shoved me against the wall and said give me your money, that works just as good—.”

The man leered from behind a mask, barking out a simple ‘shut up’ before using the gun to aim at Jamie’s pockets, motioning for him to empty them. The threat of painting his insides against the wall was enough to get Jamie to comply, but he didn’t have much on him to begin with. His id, a few bucks and a half pack of sprees candies. Not enough for a shake down that was for certain. The grip of the gun whacked across his cheek, and the burning sting felt worse than the sight of red that spattered the man’s mask.

Jamie was never one to think too deeply on what was logical- all he knew was the guy split his cheekbone for no fucking reason and Jamie wanted revenge. “What the fuck!” He groaned, leaning forward to hold the skin together, his fingers slid against his skin and even leaned down the guy whacked him in the back of the head again; sending Jamie to his knees that time. “Mother fucker!” Jamie exclaimed, tackling the assailant onto his back, but his head was already spinning from both the force of the hit and the loss of blood. “You should’ve shot me when you had the chance.” Jamie gave a valiant attempt to fight back against the guy but ultimately was overpowered, flipped onto his back he used his elbows to block his face and his fingers to try and pry the guys mask off- poking his eyes a few times; eventually he felt his energy draining and forcing him to relent..

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Hah, I had to drive out and grab a box of pasta to cook since grain moths ate all my others again. Anyway!!

On the drive home, I thought she was gone. LONG gone. But I swear, I saw my old neighbor and uhh... "friend" whom I haven't seen since... 15 years ago? Yeah about then. She was a garbage asshole.

I was so close to this girl for years, we talked on the phone every day for at least an hour or two, and we hung out whenever we could, and we shared all our secrets with each other.

But that "friend" kept saying I was too masculine a girl, that no guys would want a girl stronger than they are. I'd have to give up MMA and videogames and all around be more feminine if I wanted guys. And she tried SO DAMN HARD to convince me to give up being masculine as fuck.

She once asked about what boys I liked. I told her about the boys I was interested in, and she noticed they were all "outcasts". Not the popular kids. Not one guy on my radar was in the popular crowd. She wanted exclusively popular boys, and said I should also be seeking to gain the attention of popular boys instead of outcasts, because everyone should want to be popular!!

Mind you the popular kids are the reason I wound up in therapy with PTSD all these years later.

We had our second ever sleepover one night, and the next morning I went to make her chocolate chip pancakes! On my own!! She didn't even ask!!

But they weren't good enough and so she called me the next day and said she didn't want to be friends anymore because I made bad pancakes. She blocked my number, and in school, since we attended the same school together, she would literally cover herself in a hood and duck into crowds to avoid seeing me or my mother who worked the kitchen there.

Even her own father couldn't figure out why she was acting as she was. He tried to figure it out, and he was a great guy, but his daughter HATES him to this day for literally no reason. She didn't even call him dad, she used his first name to refer to him, even when talking directly to him.

I haven't seen this girl, heard from her, etc. in 15 years at least. I thought she moved away.

But I saw her tonight on my way home, and I laughed. Because I am nothing she wanted me to be. At all.

And her? She looked MISERABLE!!!!!

I'm the gayest manliest dudebro ever, and I love men. And well... men love me, too. But they don't love a miserable sexist sod.

And yeah, my life is far from beautiful. It's nowhere near perfect. But at least I'm living as my original and authentic self, not a carbon copy of what a bunch of asshats deem is worthy of recognition and praise just so I can gain their false favor and be at their whims as a literal puppet that spews hate and disdain for anyone different.

For frame of reference, those same popular kids told an actual legitimate long time friend of mine, word for word, "You have to leave <deadname> if you want to be popular." That friend wouldn't do it. She turned down popularity and stuck by me through and through until graduation.

Those same popular kids jumped me, ganged up on me, and threw food at me several times a week every week every year until we graduated. Even outside of school, I could not leave my house because they literally waited in the trees to spew swears at me from above and throw acorns and bark and stones.

Toward the last two weeks before graduating, I legally changed my name for transition purposes. I had deleted everyone I knew off all social media unless they were a close friend, and changed my media name as well, and nobody but 1 person has found me since in the following 6 years.

None of them know where I'm at, where I live, what my name is, they most likely cannot and will not find me. And that's how I like it.

Leave me dead to the fuckers who hurt me. I was dead to them before I changed my name, and what difference does it make that I killed the girl they knew and became the man I am today? I'm me, I'm an author who writes queer fiction mainly about men like myself, who all find the men of their dreams and they kiss, and it's great. I've got two books published in print paperback currently, and a bunch more in the works! And best of all is I've currently got another trans guy, also super masculine, who likes me and we've been talking!! And the feelings he's got for me are pretty mutual!!

Dudes love other dudes that are confident and capable and authentic. They don't like carbon copies of a damsel in distress that can't think or act for herself because she's so worried about losing the favor of the ruling populous.

Fuck the majority, and fuck what anyone else thinks of me. I'm gonna fuck a gay man and snuggle him as we make out dirty while giving the mental middle finger to all those who told us we weren't enough.

[lipglossanon]

hey <3 i seen your posts about the urge to nuke the blog and feeling like an outsider looking in sometimes and i totally fucking get it. writing leon lately feels draining, especially with a certain collection of blogs that act above everyone else. but you have so many people who love and support all of your works (and they aren't doing it to kiss your ass) your writing is amazing, you're amazing to everyone, and nobody can take that from you!! if you ever get to a point where you don't enjoy it anymore or it ruins your mental health, i'll always back you in choosing to leave permanently, temporarily, or to stay. this is supposed to be fun and it's supposed to bring you joy! you are more than your work, and are always far more important than the work. if you even started writing about something other than leon and leon adjacents, i'd read it. if i didn't know the mother fucker, i'd get to know them. hope you are well and i'd reach out more personally if i wasn't an anxious ball of shit <3 (kicking my feet and twirling my hair waiting for your next post)

Howdy anon! 👋

Yeah, which I’m very very lucky in comparison to other blogs when it comes to writing Leon. I’ve not really been singled out or sent death threats or had anything too, too nasty sent to me. Which I still don’t even know why that kinda shit happens when DLDR exists for a reason 🙄 I just hope I’ve blocked all the blogs who think that way.

I’m sorry if you’ve had to go through with that or deal with whichever blogs think they’re better cause I mean no one is and it’s shitty to think that way and then treat others differently.

Anywho, all that being said, thank you so very very much!! 💜 💜 I do enjoy being here for 98% of the time 😝 I love talking to everyone and posting things and just having fun! At times though it’s not all sunshine and rainbows and I need to get it off my chest lol

Aww you’re always welcome to come off anon but I totally understand the anxiety of ‘being seen’ 🥹 thanks again anon! 💜

[midnightthelynxbat]

Venturiantale Headcannons/Bullshit

Despite the fact that most of them would take a while to explain because of my chaos. I badly want to share the stories I've made of these fuckers, and this might be a fun start. Only focusing on the P.I.E team and some of the ghosts (plus Jimmy and Gavin). Some characters won't have as much as others due to either being underdeveloped or the headcannons are already cannon or common in the Fandom (like Spooker being an anime fan and having a plushie collection). I might do more if this goes well.

Also, as a heads up- there's some mentions of nsfw scenarios like smut and moaning- just because I know some people can be uncomfortable with that. I say this as drugs and alcohol are pretty common in this Fandom, but-

Johnny Ghost:

- He's an absolute jackass to Spooker. Extremely harsh on him for even the smallest things. Despite this, Ghost actually loves Spooker. Sees him as a son. The reason he's hard on Spooker is because he sees himself in Spooker (even if he doesn't fully know why cause Jimmy).

- Jimmy is why he doesn't remember his childhood. Jimmy's creation created a barrier to block out the memories. Basically, Johnny Ghost remembers nothing, but Jimmy remembers everything.

- Ghost eats like he won't ever get food again due to childhood trauma that I will explain in another post. Even if it's something small, like a candy bar, he will scarf it down. He usually ends up choking on food because of this.

- Ghost still can't read in my stories. He can't read or write, but he's oddly skilled at drawing. He actually draws the entity examples in the books Toast writes.

- Ghost is poly and bisexual, currently in a three-way relationship with Toast and Josh. They illegitimately adopted Spooker.

- Ghost is actually related to Spooker, but he never found out until much later. To make a long story short, he was adopted by Barnacle Soup, who later had Spooker.

- Ghost loves to embarrass Toast. His favorite thing to do is have Toast read smut for him and make the poor man imitate the voices. Just fuckin-

Toast: "He moaned out a-"

Ghost: "You better fucking moan it this time."

- He drinks coffee like it's the only thing keeping him alive. At least 6 cups a day. Bastard is the type to say "sleep is for cowards" but then regret the fact he hasn't slept for 3 days straight.

Johnny Toast:

- Toast is an absolute ball of anxiety when it comes to leading the team. He constantly second guesses and doubts himself no matter how hard he tries. Despite this, he's the mother of the team. If you need some life advice, a shoulder to cry on and a snack to make you feel better, Toast is who you go to.

- In this version of them, Toast is actually the one who created the drug version of macaroni. There's normal macaroni, but Toast accidentally discovered what spices to mix to create drug-like effects. However, it can't be taken in large portions. A small dose, like a spoonful, can have the calming and mellowed effects of weed. But a whole box? You're seeing God, and he's riding a unicorn.

- Toast has two werewolf forms. They actually look the same, but what makes them different is what caused them. His werewolf form is controlled by emotion. Negative emotions will result in the violent version, which will listen to no one and will rip apart anyone that gets close. It only listens to Ghost and Josh. The other is brought on by positive emotions. It's basically a giant, overlyfriendly husky.

- Toast has to wear glasses. He has two pairs: his casual ones (they have little crystals hanging from them), his formal ones (just a thin, gray frame), and then the contact lenses he wears on missions.

- Toast eventually manages to reconnect with Gavin. However, in order to do so, Gavin ripped Toast's throat out. But unlike Gavin, Toast had the people and resources to revive properly. Gavin didn't.

- Sometimes, the werewolf form will take partial control and it comes with a chance of Toast having some dog-like qualities. From the ability to actually growl and bark, to the urge to chase something that someone threw, to begging for food. Just this 6'6 man sitting on the floor beside Ghost as Ghost eats and gives him big ol' puppy dog eyes just to get a bite. It's times like this that he's more likely to accept a head pat.

- Toast is also bi and polyamorous.

- Every now and then, he'll see Mary's spirit in his dreams and gets to talk to her. She's accepting of his choice to try and move on.

- He cut ties with his family almost completely after realizing the abuse and manipulation they were doing to him and his siblings.

Spooker:

- Spooker absolutely looks up to Ghost as both an icon and a father figure. He adores that man with every fiber of his being.

- Surprisingly, Spooker is the fastest in the entire group. Due to how often he was chosen as bait, he's now able to run at about 10 miles per hour- and that's when he isn't panicking and actually running for his life.

- He's also the youngest in the team at 19 (Toast and Ghost are both in their 40s and Colon is 20.)

- He's the only one that really tries to befriend the ghosts even if they're trying to kill him. It actually ended up with some of the ghosts either protecting him or going for the rest of the team instead.

- He tries to imitate his teammates sometimes. He'll imitate Toast's accent, Ghost's sarcasm, or Colon's style. He's not trying to mock them at all, but he tries to show his affection for their little details like this.

- Spooker is surprisingly more skilled than most people around him think. He's not strong by any means, but due to his connections to certain ghosts and people (and a P.I.E team oc), he's learned to use his smaller size against enemies.

- He is pan, but not very interested in much intimacy. He'd prefer to just cuddle and talk

Colon:

- Colon has a surprisingly stunning sense of style. He can pull off any outfit. Hoodies, flannels, suits, dresses- you name it, he can do it. He's also extremely skilled with makeup- his favorite pallete is black and blue.

- He sometimes takes up a bit of a second job as a drag performer (right now, his drag name is just the warrior name I gave him: Pooling Amber). He's extremely skilled with it and shocks everyone with how flamboyant he can be.

- He's almost terrifyingly calm. Almost nothing gets under his skin- even the end of the world wouldn't send a single chill down his spine. You know if he's upset, something is horribly wrong.

- He does practice witchcraft and the dark arts- started to learn it after the drama with Cranky (which lasts longer because of oc). He meets up with Cranky and another oc to practice and learn.

- He's probably the strongest in the team alongside Ghost. The two of them are the main ones fighting the ghosts while Spooker is bait and Toast does the research (with Ghost's help).

- He was the one to find a way to seperate Jimmy from Ghost, using a sort of potion to officially split the soul and a spell to give Jimmy a physical body. It was a gruesome scene- best described as Ghost crumbling to his knees and feeling like he's vomiting up his intestines. They're both fine.

- He is bi, but leans more towards men. He's in the same boat as Spooker and isn't really into intimacy. But he's a lot less of a talker. He likes to listen to Spooker ramble.

Jimmy:

- Jimmy's body after being separated is entirely made up of this weird, ink-like substance. He can adjust the solidity of it- allowing him to scare people by melting his face away. He's perfectly fine while doing it, but it takes him a while to rebuild the body back into a fully solid state.

- Jimmy is a cursed being. A fucking gremlin. Because of the substance his body is made of, he's able to melt his hands to climb up walls. He loves to hang upside down and smile at his victims.

- He's surprisingly not wanting to kill the team. He finds them fun and will actually visit him. Admittedly, it's not for great reasons- like he enjoys chasing Spooker around the house on all fours just to scare the poor thing.

- Jimmy and Ghost have a complicated relationship- more like siblings than anything. They both know full well they're technically the same person, and they've known about each other since Jimmy was created. While Jimmy is a bastard that ruins Ghost's life and destroys things he loved and his image, they do care for each other. They grew up together sharing the same body- but now that they're split, they have a better connection.

- Jimmy had a crush on Gavin Toast since Ghost and Toast first met. Due to Jimmy's crush and Ghost wanting to make him happy, Ghost and Gavin had a one night stand in their late teenage years. Ghost let Jimmy take over during this to let him enjoy the night since Ghost had no romantic interest in Gavin.

- When Jimmy got his own body, he took up a form with a similar appearance to their father, Timothy Casket. Whether this is intentional or accidental, I don't know yet- Ghost has more similar appearances to their mother.

- He's gay and kind of unsurprisingly more interested in intimacy than romance.

Gavin:

- He should be dead. Simple as that. The event between him and Toast resulted in him getting torn apart, but the biggest thing that was damaged/removed was Gavin's heart. Not in a "Oh, he's heartbroken" way. Toast ripped Gavin's heart from his chest. It was only thanks to Jimmy that Gavin was able to rebuild the body and repossess it.

- Gavin has to replace some of his body parts at times because they get too rotten since theres no proper blood flow to them. Just Toast going to check on Gavin to find him in the bathroom, stitching a new chin to his face. The old, rotting one just sitting on the counter.

- Gavin's fire extends beyond just his hands. He's like Peril in Wings of Fire. He's constantly burning on the inside, which also increases his body heat to the point that sitting next to him is like sitting beside a fireplace. He can use the fire anywhere along his body. Take steps and leave burning footprints, let out a sigh and a plume of smoke comes from his mouth- he doesn't even have to light a cigarette to smoke it.

- He knew about Jimmy long before the one night stand. He's not dumb. He noticed Ghost's eyes changing to red. He's seen Jimmy watching him from the next door window. He knows full well and wasn't surprised at all when Jimmy revealed himself properly.

- His powers are hereditary. He gets them from his grandfather on his mother's side (his mother isn't from royalty).

- Gavin has always been pretty open about the fact he's interested in men. It's one of the reasons his parents didn't like him at all. They wanted to keep a "perfect image" and believed Gavin was ruining it.

Maxwell:

- Surprisingly a gentle giant. Mostly around Aimee. She's the only one keeping him calm and she's the only one he trusts to show kindness to. He even gifted her a little half mask made of roses to show her his care.

- Half of his face is molten. It's just a bloody mess of molten flesh that drips off as he moves. When global of it hit the floor, it immediately fizzles away and disintegrates. Due to the fact that it was the shock of having acid poured on his face that killed him, the acid didn't get a chance to melt completely through. This is why his spirit is shown with the bloody mess.

- He was born with ghastly white pupils. Even as an infant, people were scared of him because his ice blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark. The white pupils are not from blindness.

- He still cares for the Acachalla family. Due to my insanity cursing the story, Papa is not his brother or his cousin. Maxwell is Papa and Gertrude's only biological child. And due to Papa being an extremely abusive man (this is mostly because his entire character is painfully similar to my own abusive father), the family was trapped with constant abuse. Papa blamed Maxwell for it all and forged evidence, which resulted in Maxwell getting killed. Maxwell does not blame the rest of the family.

- Maxwell accidentally killed Katrina. Gertrude fell ill for some time, and Maxwell wanted to help his mother, but no job would take him, and he needed money fast. So he hid his identity and committed crimes. He stole Katrina's purse by chance while she was out with Ghost, and the two chased him. Maxwell held Katrina hostage in a panic to keep Ghost away, but Ghost charged and made Maxwell flinch- which coaxed him to pull the trigger and shoot Katrina. This was the night Ghost was going to propose to her.

Aimee:

- She's not a stalker in any manner in the story. However, people fear her because of her height. The woman is over 7 feet tall.

- Aimee is actually the sort of ringleader behind it all. People think it would be Maxwell because of how cunning and sly he is, he can easily recruit people and ghosts to join him, but even he bows to Aimee. She's not nearly as violent as the other spirits, but she uses kindness to win over everyone.

- She died from boiling water being poured on her. Unlike Maxwell, she was not killed by the shock. She suffered through the pain until the heat tore away her face down to the bone. This is why Maxwell gave her the flower mask. She's very insecure about it and hates the fact it scares people away.

- The man who killed her was an ancestor of Ghost, hence why they look alike (I know people already came to that conclusion, but-). Aimee didn't realize there were different people when she first saw Ghost. Thus, she reacted violently and tried to kill him for "What he did to her." She later realized her mistake and tried to apologize to Ghost- but he's understandably afraid of her.

[bamfspock]

A friend on facebook posted a question about first computers, first owned or first used or both, and some unknown but volatile spectre took hold of me (boredom it was boredom) and I wrote out this long-ass response that I'm sharing here for difficult-to-discern yet somehow vital reasons (more boredom):

First used was a macintosh, can't recall the model, but my cousin had one and I used it it to play space invaders and found it delightful. It was also the same model used in the computer room at my elementary school, where we went once a week to learn typing (on a program called paws, or something like that), and this is where I was introduced to Oregon Trail, also delightful.

Then came a clunky little guy of a laptop that was my mother's, used for work purposes (creating spreadsheets for grades, simple word processing, and other high-school-teacher-things). It had a windows-like interface and a black and white screen, and I ran Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing on it for practice which I, yes that's right, found delightful.

Fast forward to when I was...16 I think? My dad finally gave in and bought us a family computer, the type that came with a tower and had a monitor that looked like a wee CRTV. It had color, connected to the internet, and ran windows 98, which came with a pinball game that - that's right, you've guessed it, delighted me. I searched the web with Alta Vista until my dad gave in yet again and let us get AOL for a time, where I made prodigious use of AIM to talk to friends and strangers alike. I also used the computer to play my favorite game at that point: Sim City 2000, which I played all the time and eventually grew tired of when I figured out how to essentially guarantee a successful city, but my mom caught onto it and actually ended up using the game for her economics and government students, for which she was lauded and earned the greatest of student praise by being dubbed a 'cool teacher'. It was also on this computer that I discovered the phenomenons of fandom (via internet forums) and fan fiction (often via geocities and angelfire and the associated web rings), and thus sealed my fate.

As for the first computer to call my own, that was an iBook, the earliest model I think or whatever was most current in 2002, which I got as part of the academic scholarship I had at the college I ended up choosing. I had to take it in for repairs many a time, not because it didn't work but because I am a gremlin and kept pulling the damn keys off the keyboard, and I backed it up using a zip drive that was also part of the scholarship package. When I transfered to a different school I was able to buy it from them at half price since it was technically used, and continued to love it until one day it seemed to randomly brick over the course of a week, which is when my mac-savvy friend explained that the reason I couldn't find a defrag program to run is because apple calls it something else and hides it in the safe start (I think?) mode, those fuckers. Bought a second one, was very UNdelighted to find that all my zip discs failed, and that was the last mac I ever owned, the end 🧡

TL;DR I gave an excessive response to a question from a friend about first computers and when I have writer's block it tends to overflow in weird ways

[000life-is-meaningless000]

Fuck, All 6 of These Mother Fucker's ! ! ! ! !

All six are fucking Worthless !

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you are to embrace the darkness, but bow down to know mother fucking demon, bow down to know deity bow down to no demon life is worthless.

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in my message I want you to understand the day teas are real God is 100% fucking real and that reality is a paranormal extremely spiritual existence but the same time I look at it all and I realize it is all very dishearteningly worthless

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if you're not things I wanted to help people I always try to fight this I fought it for years, but no matter how hard I farted I couldn't fight the fact that it was really worthless life is worthless everything's worthless all that isn't worthless is the darkness that wants to set you free the darkness has a very dark love for you everyone shuns the darkness everyone condemns the darkness everyone hates the darkness and they're right for many reasons why to do that to the darkness

But, at the same time the Darkness is Right !

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the only Master you should ever have is the darkness, which is very very hypocritical because at the same time then again the darkness might be a deity.

I know it became hypocritical in the same sentence or more like the same post, I don't know where I think I've contradict myself at the same fucking time.

I'm not perfect, I got good data but I'm not perfect, so maybe maybe you should just be worshiping the spiritual force that is the darkness itself the force that is beyond all the elements the force that is equal to the light but may be Greater ?

Yes, many of these things are cartoons but they hold a message.

you see I'm on fucking Tumblr I'm on the new Tumblr cuz the old Tumblr fucking died and we all knew it was going to die.

is he on the new Tumblr you have to be super duper fucking careful with God damn mother fucking everything you fucking do.

on this new fancy fangled family friendly version of the internet you lose freedom of speech freedom expression and freedom of fucking everything.

The internet is basically become an open-air prison.

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in a way of speaking you're allowed to come in but you're not like the same thing you really want to say expressing you want to express and God know you're not allowed to post any pornography or Gore.

no posting gory stuff no posing Vore, don't pose anything epic or exciting or dark or demonic no spiritual evil stuff.

the internet become a very very censored place, censored and extremely limited the most evil button on the internet now is the report button.

there's a goddamn fucking reason why my posts are so watered down I wish I could intensify these God damn things I have way more intense dark Ultra demonic shit I like to post

😡 - and a lot more epic deep things I would like to say but the same time I have been having the sensor myself limit myself and be very fucking careful what I actually say I'm about to say life is fucking meaningless but beyond that God damn point I'm not allowed to go too deep in the dark understanding of why everything is fucking shit and he'll never be good no matter what the fuck you do.

you are my allowed to really explain why the darkness loves you.

😡 - There's, No Love Like Dark Love.

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anyway I just want to let you know that I know my posts are super duper watered down they're kind of corny and boring sometimes, another time I try to ramp things out cuz I I'm daring and play little spice in it knowing that someone could probably get to that fucking report button and kill my whole Tumblr fucking blog I've had multiple Tumblr blocks I've had I've lost so many fucking accounts on the internet ever since the whole internet became so God damn fucking family friendly I've lost I think I've lost up to 12 fucking Discord accounts maybe like one or two reddit Account's.

I want time got my main Tumblr blog deleted and I didn't know what the fuck it was for then I got it back luckily.

I've gotten my Instagram account banned and I luckily got that fucking back but I keep saying it with luckily but there's nothing good there nothing to come back to no joy no interaction is fucking nothing.

so what the fuck is the luck getting your account back when they when they when they when the website is shit it's like getting your life back when everything is shit & your cursed.

😡 - WHAT THE FUCK IS THERE TO GAIN ! ?

Anyway, I just thought I'd let you God damn know that, Satanism is fucking bullshit and all the other goddamn motherfuckers that dumb ass damn ass fucking store God damn retards.

Also, Fuck The God Seth,

the primordial God of darkness and blah blah blah chaos except for his best friend is raw the God of Light and Horace he loves those motherfuckers he want a true deity of evil and darkness why don't you kiss the ass with a snake if the snake even has an ass name is a pop it and he's a complete monster.

The Goth attached protected Horace and raw but apoff is protected no one and stay true and non-hypocritical to the darkness the entire fucking time.

reptilian stayed evil were evil or pure fucking evil never became hypocratically evil and we're always in the Damned the day fucking evil.

Despite apophis is a big fucking snake or shall I say the early evolution of dragons, in a way you could probably be a ancient dragon of dark even though he's just a giant fucking snake get a lot of dragons look like just snakes.

[pearldog30]

I'm sorry I pushed you into the dark.

Soo it's time to hurt y'all fuckers this doesn't really have much of a plot to it it's just a one shot, a very short one I apologize that I out of nowhere felt like writing.

Other works 👉 Master list

Simon Riley x his mom

Warnings| angst, mentions of a little death, and I think that's it.

(this is a third person Pov. for whatever reason the choice is yours. his mother is in a coma on her deathbed. anddd yeah didn't really have much for the backstory other than that)

As Simon follows the nurse into his mother's hospital room. stopping at the door taking a deep breath in, to mentally prepare himself for the scene before him. Without thinking his body moving him forward, almost as if he lost all control. his eyes slowly trailing up in front of him, seeing his mother lay there on the hospital bed. Sh..she looks so peaceful for once... But yet, it hurts his heart knowing the circumstances of the situation.

Getting lost in his train of thought, the nurse snaps him back to the present. "Mr Riley. Here she is do you need anything else before I leave?" The nurse asked with a sweet, charismatic, tone. Simon shakes his head in response. leaving him and his mother alone. This is the first time in YEARS! Simon has gotten to see his mother and it has to be on her deathbed. It breaks his heart knowing the last time he was with her, he doesn't even remember it. it was so long ago... he's blocked out so much of it, to protect the very little bit of his heart he has. now it's coming back to haunt him.

He spots the chair perfectly aligned next to the bed. he without any thought takes it, sitting next to his mother. taking in her featured almost as if he forgot them. Remembering every detail of her, her smile, her laugh, her beautiful eyes, that he inherited. Almost as if she made him from strictly her own blood. he looks so much like his mama he almost hates himself for it. How could he look like someone with such a big heart, who did her best. And yet he came out to be this cold-blooded monster. He knows he could never live up to be as beautiful in life, as in soul as she was. it pains him because he is her legacy, her blood, her offspring, HER BABY BOY SHE CARED FOR SO MUCH. She may have not gotten the chance to say it. but deep down he knows a part of her loved him, like her life depended on it.

Without any thought he takes her hand in his, Meeting her restful closed eyes. Listening to the background noises of the machines that are helping keep her alive, and make her comfortable. Or at least that's what he's hoping... Without any thought his lips begin to move, he knows he's never been great with words. but now, now is the time as any, probably the last time he'll be able to tell her anything. "Mum I don't even know if you can hear me bu... Fuckin ayy.. if you can. Please listen! as this is probably the only time, I can ever tell you." He says not realizing the breath he's been holding back this entire time. "I'm sorry.." the word comes out a lot tougher than what he was expecting. "You deserve so much more than a son like me.. and yet I failed every fuckin promise I made to you.." he says through a deep breath. Simon is a man of war, he knows firsthand what it's like to lose people in front of him. but this.. this, he didn't expect how different it would be.

"I'm sorry for what I am. I know you had hopes for me to be like my brother. but I- i couldn't... I couldn't do it. I was never able to find whatever it is to shape myself into the kind of man he was, but instead I shaped myself into the very fuckin thing I promised you I wouldn't be. In hopes tha-" the words leaving his mouth without a second thought. He promised her, he would never become what she had feared... A ghost, a ghost with no emotion in life, no emotion in feelings. But yet in this very moment he had realized he became the very exact thing she had feared, never wanted him to be. he never knew the burden that lied heavy on his shoulders until now. But who could really blame him... All he's ever known was survival his entire life. He burdened himself with so much, because he didn't want to put his mom through pain. but it's his mother's right to know. And he knows that! "That.. maybe. You would forget about me. I'm sorry that I forced you away... Not leaving you a single letter for months, and months! Because I was trying to protect yo-.. from seeing the very thing that I am." Simon says, now a few tears leaving his eyes. not realizing they're slowly drifting on to his mother's soft hands. the very same soft, gentle hands, that tried to help him the best she could when he was a child, with what she had.

Taking a deep breath in, gathering himself the best he could. "I'm sorry, i pushed you into the dark..." He breathed out. Almost as if yin&yang, his mother was the light who held the dark because she was afraid of what it could hold. and he was the dark who held the light because he was afraid what could come from it. Both of them somehow being the very thing, they're both afraid of. "I- I'm sorry I didn't let you in when I should of" he says through a hiccup. fully letting his walls come down for once in his life, only for his unconscious mother to know, within those concealed walls. "I was a coward, I was afraid of facing you. So I ran away" he says through a sob. "I'm sorry for causing you a lot of hurt... and a lot of sleepless nights. and if I could do it all over again I would" he says trying to find some sort of recognition for all the time he's lost, because he knows he'll never get that back. And he REGRETS IT!

Scooting closer to her resting figure. He bends down next to her face. "Whatever happens, whatever you decide. If you think your fight is over.. if- you can forgive me. Ple-ase... Wait for me on the other side, mama. I- i..i need you....." he says embracing her unconscious body in a tight squeezing hug, but yet so gentle.

And that's going to be the it for this. I hope y'all enjoyed it! I know this was random I was just in a angsty mood to hurt Simon More. because I love hurting traumatized characters 😅. I may have or may have not cried writing this Anyways I hope you are having a good day/night wherever you are. reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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