#i have probably one for every moot or at least almost everyone

[belovedenzo]

for the camera || lorenzo berkshire

summary; If you try and leave Lorenzo, he'll spread your videos all over Hogwarts. Then he'll remind you who gets to decide when you can leave. Revenge p*rn.

warnings; smut 18+! sharing someone's videos, cheating, very very toxic enzo, manipulating asf. he's in his super villain era

words; 2.5k

notes; I love to see that you guys have been enjoying my stories so here's another! enjoy :3 open for requests and moots!

 It’s never been a secret to anybody that Slytherin’s ‘sweet golden boy’ didn’t exactly live up to his clean and clear reputation. Maybe if it wasn’t for beloved, sweet amber eyes of his- he’d be held accountable for his actions. Lorenzo Berkshire is simply known for his charm- which he uses against everyone around him. Including you.

 You knew this- you genuinely knew this but caught feelings against your own better judgment. Now you’re in this sticky position- deciding on if you can handle his overly flirtatious personality. At least- that’s what he swears it’s due to- his nasty habit of ending up in the arms of other girls. You never took him as the loyal type anyways- although it still stung once it actually happened a few times. 

 Every weekend a party is thrown in the slytherin common room, primarily by Lorenzo and his friends. Last weekend was no exception, meaning every body would gather together and do substances that you could probably get in trouble for. These parties have always been like a hunting ground it seems to the boys, the one you’ve been sleeping with included. That didn’t seem to change when you started seeing him; and you’re honestly unsure why you had almost hoped it would. 

 Every time you have sat and watched from a far as Enzo whispers in the ears of other pretty girls in your year. He floods your mind with excuses every time you try and confront him-

 “It’s just the way I talk- we are just friends.”

 “Why are you acting like you can hear what I’m saying to them? I’m doing nothing wrong.”

 “You can’t accuse me just because you’re jealous.” 

  You always catch him grinning smugly after you give into his whining- knowing he got what he wanted. This time however, his hand was just a little too low for excuses and nothing he could say would have defended him here really. It was obvious he wanted this girl. You are now left to really decide if you want to continue seeing him; might as well get out while you still can, right? While it won’t hurt quite as bad. 

 After every class you find yourself trying to hide from him- trying to avoid the inevitable confrontation. The last time you had seen him wasn’t pretty and he knew you were at your breaking point with him. However, today was the day you ran into him, like he had also caught on to your avoidance and began too sought after you. He had quickly pulled you into a currently empty study room and that is now, how you ended up in this situation. 

 “What do you mean you’re done with me?” It may have not been easy to muster up this kind of courage but it had to be done and and by the expression on his face, he’s not taking it very well. “You can’t break up with me.” His voice is laced with irritation, maybe even some concern. The room is dimly lit, but through this you can still see his eyebrows knitted together into a scowl. While you expected him to be upset, definitely not not this upset.

 You sighed in deep, attempting to keep your composure- you have to stay strong. “I’m done Enz- you can’t convince me.” You held confidence in your tone and body language. “I’m tired of watching you flirt with other girls.” Your eyes attempted not to roll into the back of your head as you spoke. “I can’t date you.” You threw your hands up in defeat, watching as his expression contorts again. 

 Before you can move any farther away, merlin forbid near the door- he grabs your wrist with his long fingers. “Hey now- don’t be like that. You like me.” He gives you that look, the same look he gives you any time he wants another piece of you. This look always manages to weaken you and bring down the guards you hold up. 

 You look back at him with pleading eyes to not do this and just let you walk away. You do like him- but at what cost? How foolish can you act before it’s too foolish? But when his eyes don’t falter that tells you he won’t be giving you up easily. 

 He liked his little convenience. The one that would be there at the end of the day if he ever actually felt the human emotion of loneliness.  That’s the kind of blanket Lorenzo has always needed- reaches for, and he’s gotten used to you. He didn’t even let your lips part to speak a word before he was closing in the distance once again. “You can’t leave me, y/n. You don’t really want to leave me.” He lets out what sounds like almost an amused chuckle. 

 As usual- his reaction is to try and manipulate and coax you into what he wants. As usual… it’s working. He’s gentle at first, using his thumb to rub circles onto the bone of your wrist in his grasp. That is until you go to pull away and reject him once more that his grasp tightens. “Lorenzo, I-“

 An almost malicious like chuckle surfaces from his throat- your words coming to a stop once again as he pulls you in, psychically and theoretically. “You what baby?” He teases you as if your words mean nothing, because they don’t to him. His eyes suck you in while making you feel so small at the same time as he towers over you with his long, broad figure. “What’s the matter?” His words are filled with a faux pout of concern for your feelings. 

 Your eyes narrow, deciding that today is not the day you give into his intoxicating antics. You go to pull away this time, with more force than the last. His eyes never leave yours, watching your defiance take place like it’s simply a temper tantrum. 

 His grip hardens again, along with his eyes as he quickly stops your movements once again. “Stop.” This time he sounds serious, losing the sardonic tone. He is tired of playing these childish little game with you.

 A rock forms in your throat and stomach as he presses a red bruise into the skin of your wrist. His other hand flies to your hip- or attempts to. His hand comes in contact with the air as you tug your body away again, this time with all the strength that you have. 

 For a moment, you feel as though you had finally proven your point about leaving and gained your freedom from this confrontation. You had gotten yourself fully turned around and headed towards the door this time but to your dismay and shock, two hands grab your hips from behind, craning their fingers around your front. His big hands had your hips in a tight lock. 

 “Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls you in, your ass pressed against his front, nice and close- just the way he likes it. “We don’t have to argue.” He says soft against the back of your head, his tall frame hovering over the back of you. He leans down to be level with your neck, placing a soft kiss against the nape. 

 Barely a mewl is brave enough to escape your lips as your entire body tenses, his lips tickling the back of your neck. “Besides, you wouldn’t want those videos of us going anywhere would you?” Those videos.

 This makes your eyes widen, lips parting in shock. Lorenzo has always been known for being a persuasive little shit. So when he begged and begged for you to let him take a video with a camera from the muggle world, you just couldnt object. You should have known that would back fire. He has multiple intimate videos of him pounding into you at different angles. Worst of all; he has a few of your mouth wrapped around his cock as he gags the life out of you. The more your thoughts begin to race, your heart follows in dread.

 “I’ll find a way to make sure everybody watches those videos of you.” His breathe is warm on the shell of your ear. “They’ll all see how good of a slut you are for me.” As he speaks, he’s slowly inching you body forward to exactly where he wants you. 

 A squeal exerts from your chest and your knees buckle to the table in front of you, leaving you now bent over in front of him, his hands still gripping the sides of your hips. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?” A gasp leaves your lips a second after his grip yanks your hips in the direction of his. 

 “N..No.” You manage to stutter. The idea of anyone seeing you like that brings tears to your eyes but he has you in a vulnerable spot and you can’t protest. Against your own will, you feel a pit form in your stomach and a burn between your legs. 

 “You wouldn’t?” He says softly, leaving a warm kiss to ease his cold words. “Then I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere.” You know Lorenzo well enough to know that he isn’t just yanking your chain for a reaction, his threats are sincere and he’d do it with a smile on his face. He leaves a few more gentle kisses around the nape of your neck before pulling away. 

 This sudden loss of contact made a soft sigh leave you, a chuckle coming from him at the sound. “Desperate.” Is all he says before pushing you onto the ground. You fell to the hard wood of the school floor with a thunk, earning another short chuckle from the boy above you. 

 Your eyes trail up to meet his that shown a darker cast than usual, making your nerves stand on end. You should get up and run, or better yet stand up for yourself but all you can do is watch an he now steps back closer. Apart of you likes the effect this attitude of his is having on you. 

 His eyes stay on yours as he unbuckles his belt. “Come here.” His voice has finally lost all of it’s fake charm and sweeteners.

  Maybe it was the bass of his voice but it commanded you so you crawled closer, finally closing the distance. You wondered to yourself if you look as pathetic as you feel. His eyes were bored into you from below him as a smirk crawls onto his lips. 

 He motions to his pants, letting you do the rest of the work. “Go on.” He doesn’t seem to have much patience and even if he does you don’t want to test it- not after his threats were made. “Show me how much you need me.” 

 What you do next would leave you deplorable. Your hands quickly make work of removing loosened belt, tugging his pants half way down his legs along the way. “Enzo… please don’t show anyone that-“ 

 With that, you remove the final layer and come face to face with his already hardened cock. “We’ll see- be good.” He demands- cutting you off by shoving his member down your throat which catches you off guard. A gasp tumbles from his lips as the warmth of your mouth covers the tip. “So, good.” The taste of precut floods your taste buds.

 You suck in your cheeks, doing your best to hollow out your mouth for his girth to fill. He makes another satisfied grunt before slamming the rest of himself down your throat with force. Usually you’d tell him to slow down and give you a moment before he chokes you to death, but the fear of disappointing him fills your mind. What if you don’t do an adequate job and he shows your friends, professors- or worse; his friends and professors. No body would ever look and respect you the same again. 

 He lets out a few sounds of praise, easing you into thinking you’re not doing a terrible job. He doesn’t let you do this for long however until he has you bent over that same table once again. Your mouth wasn’t good enough to teach the lesson he needed to teach.

 “You feel so good baby, maybe I don’t want anyone else to see you like this.” His words practically purr out of his throat as he positions himself behind you and slides in like it’s your pussy’s second nature to consume his cock. He pounds into you, leaving no time for you to adjust to his size. 

 Soft and seraphic moans of need and want  fill the atmosphere of the empty room around you, bouncing off the walls. He sure does have a way of always hitting your achiest, gummiest spots. “Enz…” His name falls between your lips- which just causes another grunt of satisfaction to come from behind you. 

 You crane your neck painfully to see a smirk forming on his cheeks. It’s just a second before his hand comes up and nearly slams your face back down into the table- but not hard enough to cause pain. He gives your hair a small tug as a yelp ties into your moans.  

 “It couldn’t hurt for me to record a few more, right baby?” The soft tone that leaves his lips is polarizing compared to his rouch touch. He was up to no good. You hear him press the record button after dragging out the small muggle camera from his back pocket, a sigh escaping your lips at the sound. A realization that he once again- had you.

 A depraved chuckle leaves him as he pounds into you at a now even faster rate. He was prepared to give the camera a real show. “Now say my name again- this time for the camera.” He reaches over your body and mercilessly yanks your hair once again, to show that pretty little fucked out face to the camera. 

 You chant his name like a prayer while he smiles to himself, watching the sight in front of him unfold. You weren’t ever going to try and leave him again and he’s made sure of that. If you do he’ll simply show everyone at Hogwarts- your newest sex tape. 

love, spell

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[cads-the-cat]

Sleep Token is being turned into a brand rather than a band and being commercialised to a point where it will harm them more than help them

An opinion on there being too much ST merch

Befofe starting this, i want to clear up a few things

I am aware that Vessel and ii probably have very little responsibility/say in this and it's the management/rca who is doing this

Yes, i am a fan and i support them. However, it is unhealthy and not good to blindly support every decision and action of your favourite artist, person etc without questioning them and holding them accountable

I know that earning money with music in times of streaming is hard/impossible but that does not justify those moves of tryihg to get as much money as possible out of them

This also applies to other bands, but the extent to which this aapplies to ST is extreme compared to others

We are one week into this year and there has already been a new merch drop. After 6 days. You know when the last one was? Less than a month ago. Same merch shop (US). The items? Some of them questionable (flannels??). The leather jacket? Insane (not in a good way). It looks okay but you could make one yourself and make it look way cooler and get it for less money as one of my tumblr moots said.

I remember last year up until July/August it kind of was a running joke in the fandom about the emails with obtain and how we're too broke to obtain, but now? This is not a joke anymore. Ever since last year we have gotten emails ALMOST EVERY MONTH, sometimes even several times a month about new merch releases.

Yes, there are different stores worldwide, but we live in a time of international shipping. And even for one store it's lots of releases. Plus then there's all the licensed products shops like Hot Topic, Impericon, EMP and whatever their local equivalents are, who also constantly release more merch.

What's even worse: a lot of those things are either a shitty quality (if i remember right, one of the hoodies or tshirts from the EU tour 2024 had the print peeling off after one wash) and/or really bland. Where is the cool art, the thing that makes these items special? I got a tshirt from the German Rituals 2023 with this sick artwork on it that i cherish more than anything. But compared to that most tour merch of the more recent tours has been nothing special.

Most of them just have the logo on it and it reminds me of any ither fashion brand. There's only so many jumpers and t-hsirts and sweatshirts with the logo that a person needs and the constant release of new but actually the same stuff is creating this insane overconsumption which harms fans' bank accounts and the environment and is straight up boring. There's nothing about them that makes them special and unique and cool. It feels like at this point it is a contest of how many ST logos can they plaster on an item before it looks ridiculous (on the leather jacket i counted at least four, three of them massive).

Which brings me to the next point. People just slap on a ST logo because the band is so hyped and to make money off it or get more clicks, even if it is only remotely related to them. I understand that in today's world you need to use buzzwords to make people pay attention, but with ST it has reached the most ridiculous level. The air of anticipation some magazines or brands build around some upcoming stuff with words like Worship and whatever, which everyone connects to ST, just to reveal a mid product or result is just horrible and will eventually make it less effective which can harm the band in the long run if they can't build up excitement for new releases as much as they could because everyone is 'burnt out' because it's been overused.

Overall, this insane amount of merch and using ST to sell anything or get clicks is not okay. The fan base is so dedicated and loyal and we deserve better than to be - for the lack of a better word - exploited like this just because we like and support an artist. Prices for everything have been rising for years and it's hard for a lot of us financially. We spend so much money on concerts already and then the ton of merch and everything on top is just too much. ST as a brand is used to exploit fans which is not how you should treat your fans (again want to emphasise that this is mostly on management and label, not Vessel)

You might think 'But you don't have to go to concerts or buy their merch'. That's right, you don't. But concerts are kind of the thing when you're a fan of a band, and you want to support your fave band abd wear merch and show that you like them. However, the merch and everything is limited and posed in a way that creates FOMO and everyone is always drilled to Consume and Obtain (yes that's how capitalism works and that is not good in this situation because it harms us fans so much.) I can't deny I've given in to this as well twice during the EU shows and i am now left with an underwhelming sweatshirt and a hat that i never really needed and probably wouldn't have bought if i hadn't been in this mindset so much.

'Oh but i want to support Vessel and the band.' Yes, merch does help out artists, especially in times of streaming. But how much do you think they make? Merch is using little to no lyrics or song related things that the band could earn money off due to copyright. And i don't know who owns the right to the logo (i did some research and found someone in management with three trademarks on something ST related but it never specified if that applies to just the name or the logo or the music or whatever - it was not Vessel though). Who knows how much is going to management and the label and how much the band actually earns. Right now it feels like the management and label want to make as much money possible from them for their own gain. As an alternative to support them, start buying their albums and vinyls so they earn more money off their songs.

So, what do i want? Obviously i don't want fans to stop buying merch because it does help artists to some degree. However, I want less merch releases, one or maximum two a year per merch store (so AUS, US and UK/EU). We can have a few simple designs with the logo on it, but i also want some cool pieces with art or something else that makes them special. I know artists are expensive and stuff, but that's why you make less items but higher quality. Make them available in larger quantities so that more people can buy them and they will still get their money. Plus you always have extra tour merch, which is another extra release. Make the merch special again and make it mean something to people instead of just being another logo like a fashion brand.

If they continue like this fans will eventually be unable to afford stuff, people will turn away from merch because they realise it's all the same, and the effect of using ST as a brand/connection simply to sell stuff will harm their reputation (it already is). Whoever is responsible for this merch insanity needs to put a stop to it. Please!

This is just my opinion. Disagree if you want to. Some things, especially the effects of the situation, are portrayed slightly exaggerated, but this is how it makes me feel and I truly believe this is not a great situation we're in right now with the merch.

(Not taking any responsibility for typos)

[valeria-fortnite]

At the door to where the cursed Valeria had been brought, Midas gave one last nod to Brutus before taking a quick breath. He knocked twice before opening the door and stepping inside.

The sight of them was...stressful. Valeria was indeed around 20. The differences in her appearance almost as jarring as he'd imagined the Prince had been to everyone, with a smaller frame, her hair black, red underneath not quite her natural color, and much darker makeup than Midas saw Valeria wear these days. Skye's skinny jeans on them would be humorous under different circumstances.

He put a polite smile of his face despite the worry nagging at his core, not knowing exactly what to expect from the younger version of the person he'd come to adore.

"Hello, Miss Price. I apologize for the confusion you must be feeling." He said with a short bow, hands behind his back, "I am Midas, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He left out his royal title on purpose, thinking it might bring about a line of questions. Though, it might be a moot point with the crown sitting in his hair. And his armor. And the gold gauntlet. And the gold on his damn hand that he regretted not keeping behind his back now.

"This is my yacht, we call her The Marigold. The man who showed you to this room, Brutus? He brought me to speak with you. Said you were...expecting a photoshoot?"

@king-midas-fortnite

Between the time of being left in the room and Midas arriving Valeria had found herself entertained enough trying to guess the passcode of the phone she'd found in her pocket. It was nice, with a heavy black case and some odd symbol on the back that she almost recognized.

The man on the lockscreen, however, was a complete stranger to her. He looked nice despite the scars over one of his eyes which she decided he pulled off well.

Idly she wondered if he was some model she didn't know yet.

Leaning back into the couch and kicking her feet to stave off her boredom she continued to make up an entire life for a man she only had a singular image of. Valeria decided he was a model, an older one of course but that's not uncommon for male models, and he probably did a lot with high class attire. Anything but shades unless it was a summer shoot and they were sitting on his hairline rather than his actual face.

She shifts again to sit back up, nail tapping on the screen to keep it from going dark, just in time for Midas to knock and enter.

"Oh thank gods, like, where the HELL am I?" Yet, she doesn't even bother to actually look at him while he talks.

At least until he says his name and she perks up instantly. Valeria's head whips to look at him, flaming embers flying off of her hair and fortunately cooling before scattering across the couch.

He continues to talk and all she can do is stare owlishly at him as she takes in every feature from his face to the crown and his hand.

His hand.

"No way," Her words came out more like a gasp of awe as she slowly stood up, eyes sparkling with curiosity and literal sparks as the relic around her neck clinks against the gold bands. "Brutus? Is that really-" A laugh bubbles out of her mouth and she sheepishly tries to cover her mouth. "No, no I'm sorry, um, oh wow."

Valeria takes a moment to try and compose herself but it's clear she has a very specific question in mind.

"Like, I had assumed it was a shoot but now I have no clue what's going on but like, you're," She clenches and unclenches her fists as if trying to contain herself. More flames flutter from her hair as she talks.

"I can tell, oh my gods, you're The Midas aren't you? Not, not a model dressed up for some tattoo shoot right?"

[always-andromeda]

get to know your moots

Thank you for the tag @guiltyasdave!! This turned out a little long but it was sort of introspective to fill out!!

what's the origin of your blog title?

During my Paul Dano days I started out as spicedchaiandromeda. I loved getting spiced chai lattes at every coffee shop I went to, what can I say lol. But about two years ago when I became a more multi fandom blog I changed to always-andromeda to kind of signify that no matter what stuff I’m into, I am always Andromeda!!

OTP(s) + shipname

I’ve enjoyed a few ships over the years but I think my absolute favorite will always be Anderperry from Dead Poets Society.

favorite color

Yellow!! 💛

favorite game

I love The Last of Us, truly. But rn, Red Dead Redemption 2 and Baldur’s Gate 3 are sliiiightly edging above it. They’re both just so good. 😭

song stuck in your head

Was It Something I Said by MyKey feat. Cavetown

weirdest habit/trait?

I have a few vocal stims, but those aside, I think it’s my occasional zoomies? Idk how else to explain it but sometimes I’ll get these little bursts of energy and I just have to take some laps around the house or make some strange sound.

hobbies

Reading, writing, drawing, painting, cross-stitching, embroidery, baking, cooking…a lot of old lady activities, lmao.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?

I’m currently studying for my studio arts degree with the hope that I can take on some sort of a graphic design position. But in an ideal world, I’d love to teach. I’ve admired almost all of my art professors and have been told that I’d make a good teacher myself.

something you're good at

Off the top of my head, I’d say conflict management. I’ve hit a point in my journey with therapy and whatnot where I feel that I can handle disagreements and de-escalate situations if they ever arise.

something you're bad at

Time management, lol. But that’s just an extra ADHD perk.

something you love

Maaan, I just had some last night so...spicy tuna over fried rice. That shit is delicious.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff

Things that I could and have include One Direction lore, The Last of Us, and Astarion and Wyll from Baldur’s Gate 3.

something you hate

On the serious side: transphobia. On the unserious side: ants.

something you collect

The only things I well and truly collect are Palm Pals. If I see them in a gift shop while traveling, I'll get one. The last time I spent a day with my best friend he got me Doodle (the crayon box)!!

something you forget

Lately it's been what I was really like as a teenager? As I've grown and gone to therapy and figured out better ways to cope with things, sometimes I really forget how codependent and people pleasing I could be back then. Your girl had zero consideration for her own wellbeing!!

what's your love language?

Jana cited a tiktok about how eldest daughters are taught to take care of everyone around them so they don't really know their love language. And ngl struck me hard!! Literally just like. Acknowledge I exist!! 🥲

favorite movie/show

It shifts a lot but rn it's Yellowjackets again.

favorite food

I think my all time favorites are almost any kind of sushi and quesabirria tacos.

favorite animal

Growing up by the coast, I'm developed a very palpable love for sea lions lol.

what were you like as a child?

My mother says I was extremely strong willed, lol. But I know at my core that I was a very anxious kid. I was fairly intelligent and was downright terrible at making good friends.

favorite subject at school

I've always been an English and art class girlie!!

least favorite subject

Probably economics? But that's mostly because my teacher was not my favorite.

what's your best character trait

My generosity; I've always been extremely giving to people regardless of how close I am to them.

what's your worst character trait

Probably my anger, funnily enough. I can get it under control way better now. But occasionally it can get the better of me and I hate it when it does.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be

I kiiiind of wish I had gotten up earlier? I accidentally slept in for like an hour. I also wish I wasn't dealing with ants rn. The pest control guy came over today and the problem should be better within the week but still, it sucks so bad. 😭

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet

Maybe it's because I started rewatching Twin Peaks with my brother and the fact that I'm still sad about him passing, but my heart says David Lynch.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!)

Honestly, anything Roman Roy from @strang3lov3. I cannot explain it but she made me feral for that man in a ways I didn't even know was possible. I also really want to start reading more of her writing for Joel because I love her style in general!!

no pressure tags (if you've already done it, feel free to ignore me lmaooo sorry!!): @saradika @sixhours @elflutter @inept-the-magnificent @noisynaia

[fishtheflowerchomper]

Okay this is for the anon thing

Tbh I'd probably tell you this off anon too, but I think you're more capable than you realize and you're a cool person with a great personality and a lovely soul

You radiate a sense of uniqueness and sincerity that shows even though the screen! Which I think is a great quality of yours

I kinda wish I could've gone to the same school as you so we could be better friends lol </3

Its probably obvious who this is but oh well!!!! ( ＾ω＾ )

awwhhh!!! hiiii <3333 thank you so so so soooo much!!! that genuinely means a lot.

fun fact, my personality is a combanation of those who i watch so now i am very happy that you like this aquired personality that is an absolute mess of one person personality then someone elses and then someone elses personality!!

i hope my soul is very lovely!! i have made it so that is were all my moots/followers live so they are very safe and warm and cozy for the sillies <3 its a cute little fairy forest where you can whatever/whoever you want to be!! its called the fairy forest because it is a refrence to my play and a line we cut, "its almost fairy time" <333

i dont really believe the part where im more capable than i think i am, but that might be just because im a hater and love to hate on myself and everyone else (not my moots, only my irls i bully) and every single thing that ever existed. so, i probably am, but i am too much of a hater and a quiter to ever reach full potental :/ all i need is magical girl powers to do all the things im capable of that i just dont do 😔 but hey! i can do my laundry by myself at least, so thats a step in the right direction!!!!

i do???? i mean- of course i fucking do!!! im the best unique weirdo that anyone has ever met! of course my awesomeness and uniqueness and amazingness shines through the screen when you look at my cool posts and you get blinded at just how awesome and unique and amazing i am!!!!! but like thank you so much for the compliment what the fish??? what are you so nice 😭 <33333 ❤️🫂❤️🫂❤️🫂🫂❤️🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂❤️🫂🫂🫂

and of i bring all the sincerity anyone could ever need to the table!!! all you get on here is the truth not like those LIARS (the voices) telling you the wrong things! just ask me and all you shall receive is the truth!!! and i mean, why arent i always super honest??? how could i not be so shameless on here? its not like my closest friends and family have me on tumblr.... not at all.........

but genuinely, i dont really have any shame on here so i post my honest opinion on here and im not going to be a liar for the rest of my tumblr career. thats just boring and i would rather be honest and get people to like for who i am instead of who i depict myself to be. i could be anyone/anything on tumblr and no one would know who i am (only the irls would) and i could do whatever the hell i want, but i dont find that very fullfilling. its funner to be myself than be someone else. i can actually find people who are just like me instead of having to pretend im someone else for the rest of my short life.

thanks for thingking its a great quality of mine!! i really appreciate it!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂💐💐💐🐟🐟💐💐❤️🫂🫂❤️🫂💐🐟❤️💐🫂💐🫂🐟❤️💐💐🫂💐❤️🐟❤️🐟🫂💐💐🫂💐❤️🐟❤️🐟

I WISH I COULD GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOU TOO!!!! mine is so boring and like nothing really goes on besides bomb threats or the occasional fight in the high school. nothing else happens :( it gets boring, but if i had a silly guy like you to hang out with and be silly with, there might have been a lot more mischief going on >:D but like, its kinda nice having it boring! but if only you were here to spruce it up 😔 hopefully in the next life we can be in the same school!!!!!!! <333333

THANK YOU SO DO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!! I REALLY APPRECIATE THE ASK!!! IM SO SORRY FOR NOT GETTING TO IT SOONER AND ALSO THE WRITING TOOK A GOOD 20-30, MAYBE EVEN 40 MINUTES!! IREALLY APPRECIATE ALL THE COMPLIMENTS AND I THINK THE SAME ABOUT YOU AND YOURE REALLY COOL AND AWESOME AND NICE AND PRETTY AND AMAZING AND DEFINATELY SOMEONE I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE AT MY B-DAY PARTY BUT YOU MOST LIKELY LIVE STATES, MAYBE EVEN ACROSS THE ENTIRE AWAY FROM ME SO IT WOULD NEVER WORK OUT!!!!! >_< THANK YOUUUU <333💐🐟🐟❤️🫂❤️🫂💐🫂❤️🫂💐🫂🐟❤️🐟❤️🐟💐🫂🫂💐🫂💐🫂❤️🫂❤️🫂💐🫂🫂💐🐟💐🐟🐟❤️🫂❤️🫂💐🐟💐🫂🫂💐🫂❤️🐟💐🐟💐🫂🫂❤️🫂🫂💐🫂💐🫂💐🐟🐟❤️🫂❤️🫂❤️🫂💐🫂💐🫂❤️🫂❤️🐟🐟💐🐟💐❤️❤️💐🫂💐🫂💐🫂❤️🫂💐💐🫂🫂💐🐟❤️🐟❤️🐟❤️🐟❤️💐🫂🫂💐🐟❤️🐟❤️🫂🫂❤️🫂❤️🫂❤️❤️🐟❤️🐟💐🐟🐟💐🐟💐🐟💐🫂❤️🫂💐🫂

[anarchaos110]

ALL ABOUT THE CHAOS

This is a post that’s basically just describing myself!

NAME/NICKNAME: I go by Chaos, Anarch, or Anarchaos! Some of my closer friends call me Uzi too lol

AGE: 18

GENDER: Musegender fluidflux

PRONOUNS: She/They/He

SEXUALITY: Aroace spectrum (always open lol)

TOP FANDOMS: Murder Drones, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, She-Ra, THE OWL HOUSE ALWAYS, Good Omens, The Dragon Prince, etc (there are way more)

FAVORITE COLOUR: Violet or black

LEAST FAVE COLOUR: orange (I dont hate any colours except very specific shades but this one’s the most “meh”)

Fave Characters (of all time) : Luz, Eda, King, Hooty, Hunter (the owl house—hooty is so underrated); Lucifer, Alastor, maybe Vox or Lute (Hazbin Hotel); Fizzaroli, Blitzo, Stolas (Helluva Boss); Callum and Rayla (The Dragon Prince), Marceline (adventure time) and Lemongrab cause that’s an inside joke between my dad and I; N + Uzi (main characters? Yeah I’m boring, whatever 🤣they’re well written so bite me)—Murder Drones

DONT ASK ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ZIRA AND CROWLEY MY BRAIN WILL BLUESCREEN LIKE VOX’S FACE

favorite aesthetic: Emo and goth all the way, baby

fave ships moots you know me far too well RADIOAPPLE

Also Nuzi <3

Anyone who wants to hate on my ships, I’m a rampant multishipper so frankly I probably like your ship too and I do not care ✨

I DO ART REQUESTS! Anything at all (almost), although I’m stronger at animals and semi-humans than full humans and anime isn’t my strongest art style but I will attempt it! I

I DO NOT DO NSFW ART. I’m neither comfortable with drawing it myself or wishing for my minor MOOTs to have to leave. My blog is a (semi) safe space (I only say that cause of the swears)

I SUPPORT: Queer people of EVERY people of every colour or ethnicity and from every country, furries, therians, otherkin; basically just everyone who deserves it. sorry if I missed any out of the specific listings

I DO NOT SUPPORT: Queerphobia of any kind. Antifurries and anti therians. Zoophiles, pedos, incest. Pro shipping. Xenophobia. Racism. Bigotry of ANY kind.

feel free to ask me anything! Welcome to the Chaos Coven

[the-haunted-office]

It is both an interesting and an amusing coincidence that Ed should mutter to his dog Colossus that they are no longer in Kansas, as the Office they have both suddenly found themselves in is indeed located in Kansas - what was once Kansas, anyway. They would have no way of knowing at the present, though, that Kansas and pretty well the rest of the world had been met with the apocalypse some time ago in this dimension, and therefore Kansas no longer exists, thus rendering the previous point moot. Perhaps, then, not physically in Kansas after all, but rather in spirit.

Kansas or not, Ed and his dog Colossus are in the Office, one of the most mysterious places in the universe - at least, the known universe - and as he has noticed, there are pancakes everywhere. And the one responsible for those pancakes being everywhere is still in the process of creating pancakes and making them go everywhere.

By the time he's discovered the litter of pancakes and Doom as the source of them, Doom's discovered him, but she's not about to take her focus off the pan to pay him any attention. The Office gets strange visitors just about every other day, and this strange man's arrival is no different, so stopping what she's doing to pay special attention to him comes second to accomplishing her task of successfully flipping a pancake in a pan.

His advice, however, does not go unheard. A few weeks ago, before her adventures in Dimension 42, she might have told him off for daring to interrupt her, for daring to assume that she doesn't know what she's doing. She likely would have told him that she meant to put all those pancakes all over the floor and ceiling, that it was part of an art project, and that the pancake currently cooking in the pan was meant for his face next if he didn't fuck off and mind his own business right away. The pan itself would have been meant for going up his ass immediately after that.

Now, though, she corners those turbulent thoughts in her mind and locks them away before they have a chance to be spoken. Assumptions. Assumptions that everyone means her harm. That everyone is looking down on her and thinks her an idiot, even total strangers who might just be looking to help her.

"Right," she says with a sigh, keeping the agitation out of her voice because really, she's angry at the pancakes and at Cyrus, not at the stranger. "To be honest, I don't know if that's what I've been doing, I've just been flipping the damned things and, well, you can see where they've all ended up. But, hmm... Maybe you ought to stand out in the hallway, just in case."

She does go ahead and try his advice, and what ends up happening is she almost catches the pancake back into the pan. It goes a little too far back and lands on her hand that's holding the pan instead, which burns the hell out of her. Cursing, she drops the pan straight onto the floor and shakes her hand to dispel the pain.

"Well! That could have gone better! Closer than the others, though!" she says through gritted teeth, though she doesn't bother with going to run it under the sink or anything. Doesn't matter to her - it'll heal very quickly, although Ed probably doesn't know that. "Who are you, by the way?" she asks, as if none of this is weird and as if she didn't just burn herself. Her eyes then fall on Colossus. "And is that your dog?"

/* hope it's okay to answer this as an ice breaker? I went through your meme tag, but couldn't stop thinking about this one, it's too funny to pass up */

It was barely 8 AM, and Ed was on his fourth cup of tea for the day. Or at least, he was in search of it. The first had been at 5:45 in preparation so he wouldn't crash on his commute to work. The second was at 6:30, while he took thirty minutes to prepare for his early morning meeting with his boss, and the thid during said meeting, because anything involving Richard Mackey required extra caffeine to cope with, never mind that the sadistic bastard scheduling a meeting at 7AM of all times.

He probably should have gone for coffee, but he would be damned if he started drinking it this early because of Mackey.

Sometimes, Ed swore his boss was a vampire, for how he managed to drain all of Ed's energy whenever they met. Whether this was true or not was yet to be seen, but Ed certainly felt exhausted after the meeting, enough that he collected his large black Irish Wolfhound and service dog, Colossus, for mobility aid when he stopped by his office to fill his favorite pigeon adorned infuser mug adorned with his favorite blend of lavender earl grey.

He made the short trek down the hall to the executive lounge to get hot water for his tea, only to catch the laugh of--just his luck--the energy sucking vampire he'd just been discussing adding literal spyware to their operating system and pushing up the release date with just minutes before.

Ed had said everything he possibly could to dissuade his boss short of calling the man an idiot, because someone had to have principles here, and if he called his boss an idiot then not only would he lose his position on the the board and as lead developer, but he would undoubtedly be replaced with someone who, in contrast to Ed wh--much to his loathing--pretended he didn't know what ethical programming was and found ways to technically do what his boss wanted while also....not, would actually agree to putting in the spyware on their OS without seeing any issue with it.

The short of it being: Ed was low on spoons, and if the previous conversation came up again, he was liable to actually call the man an idiot, so he did the sensible thing, and turned heel to find a lounge on one of the lower floors.

He marched to the elevator and punched a random button, quickly hitting the button to close the door as well, not wanting to have to deal with any of his coworkers.

After what felt like a solid minute, the elevator dinged, letting Ed out onto... a floor. He didn't know which one, nor did he care. He probably should have, given labyrinthine layout of Encom's offices, but surely finding the lounge couldn't be that hard.

And he did eventually find a lounge. Though, it certainly didn't look like the ones he was familiar with in the tower. Everything here looked much newer than even anything in the executive lounge.

It was also a health hazard. A tripping hazard for anyone, certainly, but also liable to land Ed in the hospital if Ed managed to ingest anything covered in gluten much as th

That was, of course, assuming the pancakes weren't gluten free. Which. Who would waste so much batter of any kind to begin with, but with the ridiculous markup on anything gluten-free?

The voice over the intercom broke him out of his thoughts, drawing his attention from the glutinous minefield to the woman at the stove on the other side.

He didn't recognize the voice on the speaker, and come to think about it, he didn't recognize the view out the window, either. It certainly wasn't sunny downtown Los Angeles.

Either he'd somehow stepped through an interdimensional portal, or he'd fallen asleep at his desk and wasn't actually here, and Ed had no idea which was more plausible as the second was likely but the first might as well happen given his luck.

Ed glanced down at Colossus, meeting the dog's soft brown eyes. "Oh Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he muttered.

He looked back up at the scene in front of him, at the woman shaking glass out of the pan, feeling as though his mind was running an infinite loop, debating how much he wanted more tea, and if it was worth the health hazards, or if he wanted to go back to the lounge on his floor and risk losing his job if by chance his boss was still there.

Also factoring in the broken glass; he didn't want Colossus cutting his pads on it by accident...

Though to think about it... if he wasn't at Encom anymore... could he get back to his office?

...Ed definitely needed the caffeine. (Not coffee. He'd be damned if he let Business Brat the Energy Vampire win and get him to drink coffee this early.)

He glanced at Doomsday, considering what to say so he wouldn't accidentally get hit with her next pancake. He'd never been the best cook, or baker, but Marlin used to love to bake, and if he remembered correctly what they'd taught him...

"Forgive me if I'm saying something you're already doing," Ed said hesitantly, carefully picking his way across the minefield of pancakes in search of a kettle, "I only really saw the pancake flying from the doorway and not... your technique, but... If I had to guess from the trajectory, you're doing an upward motion with the pan? What you want to do is, forward and back a few to gain momentum once the bottom side is fully cooked, then a sharp forward in a slight downward arc. You use the curve of lip of the pan to flip it. Or, that's what my ex told me once."

[the-kipsabian]

ngl i love mutuals that have like. that one (1) specific blorbo that i associate only them with, it just makes that blorbo very special 💜

[gogolstoelicker]

Bonjour. Since requests are open can i request twisted wonderland with a mikasa-like reader⁉️⁉️ neway i love your writing style ‼️😍💪 but like can we be moots tho 🤯💯

Twisted wonderland with a Mikasa!MC

warning(s):

notes: •MIKASA IS SO🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💓💓💓💓💓💓

•thanks bro😈💪 and i would love to be moots!

•sorry this took a while KSKKS

•also, i might not update fot a while bc i got sick lmao #sickcore

You're emotionally withdrawn and is noticeably dangerous, intimidating both enemies and comrades. A stoic and level headed individual, you're rarely seen to lose your cool or be at loss of what to do, no matter how bleak the situation seems to be.

No matter how stoic you are, you deeply care for your friends, seeing them as the last remnants of a family you cannot afford to lose.

Heartslabyul:

riddle almost collapsed to the ground and sob when he saw you

like omg?! look at you bro, look at you

now look at those three animals you call as friends

like u may be intimidating but at least you're 1000000000 times better than your friends

you and riddle are like that one spiderman meme lol

bc mothers, get it? (if I'm wrong then uh... this is awkward)

trey is glad that your friend group had at least one responsible person (and another that's trying to be responsible) in the group

he doesn't really mind u came off as intimidating and that u look stoic

i mean there's the diasomnia students so you're fine!!

cater well, at first he was like😮🤔🤔

and then he did a 180 and now he's all sunshine and rainbow with you

like HEY HOW'S YOUR DAY PREFECT💥🌈🌀

ace will def cause problems on purpose sometimes

cant help it man, hes a little shit

and you're his best friend that's gonna be stuck with him forever

whenever you told him it's bad and he did it anyway, you just follow him to make sure he's not hurt in any way

ace, ofc, notices this and is now using it to his fullest advantage😍‼️

deuce, however, tried his best to be just like you and not cause problems

but it failed bc of a certain someone

he feels kind of bad about it so he whacks ace abt it after

u don't have to thank him it's ok😁‼️

probably beats overblot riddle up to snap him out of it

everyone:😱😱😱😱

Savanaclaw:

well all of them are pretty much strong too and could come off as intimidating

so when they saw u, they were like, omg they were supposed to be in our pack😍‼️

okok /j im sorry pls dont attack me

leona and ruggie don't really mind ur intimidating aura

and neither do they mind how stoic u are

maybe ruggie will tease u about it here and there

but other than that, they don't mind‼️

you and jack lowkey kins each other?

bc you both care abt ur friends and tried ur best so they won't hurt themselves in some problems they got into and if they won't listen to you guys, you'll follow them to make sure they didn't get too hurt or things didn't get too bad

it's a silent agreement between the two of you LMAO

like one look at the squad, and then a look at each other and then y'all nod at each other

he really admires how strong u are too! like you're magicless but you're really strong

and the fact that you're from the army? WOAH😮

he invited you to train with him every morning

its now the both of your routines

all of them saw u take down a whoke group of savanaclaw students by yourself and go 😮⁉️

i would say smth abt u beating up overblot leona too but we wouldn't want you to turn into sand now, would we

Octavinelle:

everyone probably remembered how u quite literally beat the shit out of trio with that strength of yours

when they asked for it ofc (oh god i sound like one of the boyz)

like that one time when y'all are trying to steal that one picture

or that one time during his overblot

probably flipped floyd like vil did

oh jade is very amused

and is very interested

you better start running

or maybe stay if u like jade or smth idk

while azul is amused, he kind of have some war flashbacks with how u beat the shit out of him one time

sometimes when he looks at you, he was taken back to when he got his ass whooped and jolted a little

aHahA! you asked him what made him jolt? nothing he just.. forgot smth!

see you later! maybe never tho😁‼️

oh floyd is having the time of his life with you

like ofc he is kind of pissed that you flipped him like he's some paper or something BUT

he is EXTREMELY amused and will poke at you every single day:D!

i do hope you're ready bc he appear out of nowhere just so he can spend time with you^^!!

no worries tho, he don't bite

or does he?

Scarabia:

oh well kalim don't really mind how intimidating u are!

ok maybe he minds a little at first

but now, it doesn't even effect him anymore!

hell, he can even detect ur aura from afar now

he's an empath btw

i made so many empath jokes i can't even

like, "i sense the prefect here somewhere"

even if u wore smth really different (mostly bc of ur friends)

like a full clown fit? oh he knows its you

hm? is that u cosplaying as xiao or smth?

WOWIE🤩YOU'RE REALLY GOOD AT THIS

jamil is happy

literal heart eyes when he saw u

he's so happy he might shed a tear or two every night

bc omg!! finally!! someone he can trust around kalim!!

like they'll surely make sure kalim won't die or smth from one of his shenanigans

or someone to make sure kalim won't get assassinated or smth??

he almost throws a party of his own

Pomefiore:

rook would be all over u once he walked past u in the hallways

like oh! it's u prefect!!!!!!!!!!!

he ran up to u with a big smile on his face

like he gives u endless praises each time

and won't leave that spot

someone will have to drag him away

vil, doesn't really mind about u

like sure, u care abt ur friends and thats admirable

you're also really strong and he thinks it's good that u know some self defense

but he does wish you'll smile more😁

even if u have nothing to smile abt in ur life

/hj

epel admired u bro

i mean he may be a little intimidated at first

but he slowly warms up to u and got used to it

and now he's cheering ur ass everything u kicked some ass!!

like yeah prefect! go prefect! show them who's boss!!

Ignihyde:

idia doesn't really care about you

but whenever he saw u, he does feels some chills ran down his spine

can't help it man, your aura is really intimidating

he might even winced a bit when he saw u beat those ppl up who dared to hurt u and ur friend

safe to say, he won't ever try to pick a fight with u!:D

well maybe

anyways

ortho, doesn't really care!

he thinks you're amazing

and thankfully, idia got some data abt u that tried to convince him you're not scary at all

well i mean sure, you're no longer scary but

you're still scary

you get what i mean?

like you're not scary anymore but at the same time you're scary

and HELPPP LFMAOAOAOA

idia will surely get some beatings in chapter 6

Diasomnia:

well i mean you're in the army so u probably got along well with sebek and silver since they're knights in training (if im not mistaken)

they would sometimes train with you

sebek would even ask u to spar with him sometimes!

silver doesn't really mind ur aura, neither does sebek

they both think you're really strong and admired u for that

plus, the one they served literally have the same aura

lilia, hehe, is a little shit too:D!

he tried everything, and i mean EVERYTHING to make u show a reaction

hanging upside down, giving u his food, spooking u by suddenly appearing behind u, etc

but u won't budge and he has taken as interest on u bc if that

goodluck! u might wanna run to the infirmary everyday!!

dw silver tried to stop him

it was successful sometimes

well sometimes anyway

malleus, doesn't really care

i mean students avoided him bc of his aura too

plus, he's more than happy to have a friend he can relate too!

he really wants to spar with u but held back

overall, they all like u! well sebek won't admit it but u get the point!

[wardowrites]

The throbbing in his knee wasn’t quick to disappear and he rubbed sorely at it, trying to ignore the worried glances people were sending his way. Still, that was nothing compared to the concerned looks bestowed upon him when Louis loudly commanded him to sit down. 

Without thinking, he dropped back down into this chair and then blinked in surprise at the uncharacteristic display of obedience. Not only had he just done what Louis asked of him, but he’d done so quickly and without an argument. And now everyone was staring at him like he was in need of being rescued.

“I only sat down ‘cause my leg hurts, not ‘cause you told me to,” he tried to argue, but it was a moot point by now. Louis was now doing his best to turn the charm on and act like they weren’t some couple in the midst of a dispute. It wasn’t as if what he was trying to convince everyone else in the bar of was, in any way, off base, but he still looked panicked by the assumption that people thought he might have been Wardo’s controlling boyfriend. An almost laughable idea. Louis had never once attempted to control Wardo, even back when they’d been dating and Wardo was a goddamn annoying force that nobody with modicum of common sense wanted to reckon with.

When Louis dropped his voice, Wardo strained to hear it, leaning forward in a way that grew far too intimate far too quickly.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he pointed out, huffily. As if sitting rigidly in the bar was in any way indicative that he wanted to be there.

Frowning at Louis’ words, he shook his head, face screwing up in confusion. What the fuck was he on about now? 

In what world was Louis Denver, actual published author, the one who should be embarrassed about their situation right now? All Wardo could do for a beat was stare at him, completely bewildered. But given that he was always the man with something to say, he recovered quickly and spat out, “Are you a fucking idiot?”

It probably wasn’t the right thing to say if he wanted to keep the interaction leaning towards any degree of civil, but he couldn’t help it. Either Louis was pulling his leg and deliberately being obtuse about the situation on purpose, or he was a lot thicker than Wardo had ever given him credit for, and he had once been the person to loudly proclaim Louis as an unparalleled intellect any time he got the chance to read the other man’s writing.

“Really? You’re being serious right now?” he asked, then slumped back in the chair, eyes falling shut. He grasped the empty beer bottle in front of him, now wishing more than ever that he had that other drink to keep him occupied, or at least give him the liquid courage he needed to get through this conversation.

“You’re the one that’s embarrassed?” he hissed, dropping his voice to the same level as Louis’ as he urged the other man to see sense. “Of course I can’t stand to be around you, every time I do I end up losing my mind or kissing you. Sometimes both at the same goddamn time.”

He wanted to scooch his chair back to put some more distance between the two of them, just so he wouldn’t be in danger of losing himself to the desire to give into option two of those he’d just listed. Balling his hands into fists, he tipped his head skyward. 

“I still don’t know how to be around you and be fucking normal, so god forbid I want another drink to get through this without acting up.”

It seemed that while Louis had managed to catch Wardo's attention, he couldn't hold it. No sooner was Wardo looking up then he was looking away, eyes back on his phone. Shame burned deep inside him, making his palms sweat, making him feel too-hot in the stuffy overcrowdedness of the bar. Huffing out a sigh, Louis worked the top button of his shirt open, exposing what was sure to be his reddened neck underneath. Not only did the other man not want to be here, he couldn't even look at Louis. It was painful, the absolute indifference Wardo showed to him, whilst Louis tried his hardest to claw back any semblance of friendship he and his ex had before they'd gotten together, before he'd packed his bags and left for good.

"Checking in, right." Louis echoed, drumming ink-stained fingertips upon the table-top. He could only imagine what Ivy's version of checking in entailed. She was about as subtle as a wrecking ball, it was one of the main reasons he loved her, but in this case, her well-meaning advice was probably pushing Wardo to bark entirely up the wrong tree.

His fingers dipped into the pool of perspiration his sweating beer had made on the table, dragging watery lines across the wood. He avoided Wardo's eyes, wondering what would be the best way to get them both out of this. He didn't want Wardo to feel awkward, or sorry for him, the tortured poet who couldn't stop clinging desperately to Wardo's coattails.

The sound of Wardo draining the last dregs of his beer were punctuated by glass meeting the table, forcing Louis' eyes upward.

Confusion etched on his features, he questioned, "Another? Bu-"

Wardo was up like a shot, his knee colliding with the table and a loud curseword slipping from his mouth, drawing attention to the awkward twosome. If possible, Louis flushed even redder, the blush travelling up his neck to his cheeks as he moved to stand with Wardo, palms still splayed upon the table.

"Will you sit down!" Louis snapped, the words coming out as a hiss between his teeth. He had done the thing he promised he wouldn't - let his emotions get the better of him. The gawking onlookers faces' turned from surprise to mild distress. Louis checked himself quickly, throwing a small smile at a woman two tables over who was scowling at him, sending Wardo worried little glances. The writer worked to soften his features, eyes apologetically downcast as he sank again into his seat.

"I just mean..." Louis breathed, voice dropping so now only Wardo could hear. He scrabbled at the wood anxiously, the tabletop splintering under his nails. He couldn't stop fucking fidgeting. "If you don't want to be here, that's fine. But just say you don't wanna be here and go."

Maybe it was time to admit that the man he missed just... wasn't there anymore. Or, he was, but the part that Louis had known and loved was now locked away to him. Louis didn't get to see Wardo anymore, all the magic and poetry and deep charm and sarcasm Louis knew he posessed, not in the same way he once had.

"It's fuckin' embarrassing, sitting here, proffering myself to you, clamouring for even a second of your attention," he scoffed, "when you clearly can't stand being around me."

[astralwaifu]

omg i liked your writing so much!!!! if it's not a problem,could you do the same with shiggy but the reader has a nullifying quirk so shigaraki's quirk doesn't work on her/them and they hug at the end? have a nice day!!!

Ithank you so much moots!!!! I am really happy you enjoyed it! (Also sorry it took so much to answer your ask, I've had quite a lot of exams recently, but it's over now and I nailed them - like 90%)

Also check the Dabi one right here!

Shigaraki with a nullifying quirk! Reader - platonic

genre: fluff, angst and sum crack

wc: 1.1k

warnings: language probably

a/n: ngl, I teared up a lil while writing. I love Shigaraki sm and this request was literal heaven. I just enjoy writing that crusty ass. Requests-open!(I also want to try doing song fics, so ask ahead)

"Who upset you?" you hear his coarse voice ask.

You looked up at the blue haired male who was towering over where you sat on the floor curled in a ball of sorrow and pity. Glass like tears were falling down your hot cheeks.

"Who?" he harshly repeated.

"Dabi."

Shigaraki stomped away, rushing to the bar, you following quietly behind him. He took such big steps, that it almost seemed like he was flying to the room.

A burning feeling filled his chest as he approached the said man that made you cry. No warning, no reaction time from the others, Tomura grabbed the bar stool that Dabi was sitting on, pressing strongly with all 5 fingers on it. The dark haired man fell loudly on the floor hitting himself when he lost his balance.

He was now looking with a confused, outraged look in his wide bright blue eyes at Shigaraki, while sitting in a big, nice pile of dust.

The room fell quiet.

"The next time you decide to be a dick, better think twice" Shigaraki barked through his gritted teeth, then rushed to his room slamming the door behind him.

Everyone was shocked, you mostly. Your tears were now dry and you felt the need to laugh at the scene : Dabi with his ass full of dust sitting on the floor, a broken glass of liquor to his right, screeching "WHAT THE FU - "

later

Shigaraki was lost in thought, not even paying attention to his game anymore. What was the heavy burden on his chest right now? Why did it last this long?

You were playing next to him on the console, trying to pas the level. The tip of your tongue was resting between your open lips, completing the look of concentration on your face. "Can you focus? I don't want to loose because of you, idiot"

Why did it pain him so much to see you suffering, drowning in sorrow? Why did watching you cry make him want to decay this entire world?

"If anyone's the idiot here, it's you. You don't even play it right!" he scowled.

"Ugh, shut up, you look like a rabid dog"

Rabid dog? He would usually dust anyone trying to speak to him like that...But not you. He found it funny when you insulted him, only making him want to backtalk. Such a familiar feeling...almost like a....

"At least I don't have half a brain like you, brat" he commented with a smug smile. "What was that earlier? The whole Dabi thing...Don't get me wrong, I just want to know why I dusted a perfectly fine chair"

You looked at him briefly with wide glassy eyes before turning your stare to the screen. Cold, blue light was shining on your profile.

"He said I was useless to the league... I couldn't fight with my quirk, or help them in anything and I... I know that's not true but-" you looked timidly at the bewildered man, waiting for his reaction "-it still gets to me..."

"...sister?" When Kurogiri suggested this, Shigaraki denied it with every bone and fiber in his body. Why would he see you as a sister? You were just another lost brat, that somehow entered the League and...and stayed by him. Not by the organization's goals and ideals, but by him. And he found himself equally invested in your presence, always looking after and protecting you. Hell, even inviting you to play videogames with him!

Shigaraki didn't need a family, or that is what he told himself all his miserable, little life. Or was he told that? He has his sensei, Kurogiri, an army of Nomus ready to destroy everything at his command. Why would he need someone to genuinely care about him?

"That's not true and you know that" his shaky voice sputtered. "Damn, y/n, I hope you are joking right now, how can you even think about yourself like that?!" he was angry now. "You must be demented to ever say that kind of shit about yourself. You are not worthless, I'm telling you and this is coming from the LEADER of the League, not some crispy man with a questionably, weird, purple skin! My god, let's see that Dabi fucker nullify someone's quirk next time, huh?!'

He pushed the buttons on his controller so hard, his character died, the words "LEVEL FAILED" appearing red and bold on the screen. Shigaraki's breath was sharp and fast.

When he looked at you, tears were falling from your eyes. He panicked, what did he say, did he make you cry?

As his anxiety hit him, you launched forward to him, wrapping your arms around his lanky torso so strongly, like you were afraid he'll run away from your touch.

He did considered that for a brief moment, scared that he will accidentally hurt you.

He knew how dangerous his hands were, how much pain and sorrow they caused, how much lives they've taken... Still you weren't letting go.

Slowly he rested his hands on your back, still shacking from fear.

Then he melted. He completely melted into your embrace, holding you even tighter that you did, resting his head into the crook of your neck. Tomura felt the tears forming in his eyes.

Who would care for a demon, for a monster like him without expecting anything in return? Who would willingly become family for a cruel, lost man like him?

"Thank you, Tomura. Thank you" you whispered against his soft, blue locks. "Thank you for caring for me, I-" you choked on your own sobbs. "I never... never had a family to look after me like this and... and you...you just...are that familiy"

You. You would care for him. And it was also you that made him feel something else besides rage and sorrow.

Tomura was fully crying on your shoulder.

He was vulnerable to the world, to you right now, something he didn't felt for ages, a feeling erased from his memory, yet hidden somewhere far away, where the blurred image of a family still existed.

How could your quirk be useless when it gave him the chance to finally experience the physical affection he had always yearned for?

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[itsnothingofinterest]

Okay, so tangent between all the emotional stuff going on: people are currently theorizing that Izuku is gonna end up passing through all the fights against the villains on his way over to UA; worst case inserting himself in fights he doesn’t belong in. I’m afraid this has caused me to become “that guy” again because; given how the sheer degree to which this situation is stacked in the heroes favour, any fight besides the one against Tomura (and maybe AFO) that lasts long enough for Deku to get there from seemingly across various stretches of the whole country would be a huge embarrassment to the heroes.

Like, let’s go over this one last (ha) time:

The Heroes, assuming all active heroes participated in both the PLF raid and this attack, number around half of however many of them took out 100,000 villains in the span of a morning.

(Lowest estimates put them at ~500 at present, but that number assumes 1 no-name hero is worth 100 no-name villains; which seems extreme even for how competent the pros are usually portrayed, so there are likely many many more. Speaking of.)

The villains meanwhile number...far less then that. I think they’ve got ~136 PLF remnants including the League, AFO, 6 Nomu, however many jailbreakers AFO recruited (which I don’t believe are a lot considering he told most to just run rampant. Single digits would not be unbelievable.), and whatever mutant civilians Spinner recruited. They’re severely outnumbered, basically. And even with 2 AFO’s, outgunned too.

I also remind you that the heroes picked their battles too; that’s the whole point of this operation. Plus this series uses an ability-based power system, and we’ll look at the Dabi fight to explain what that means: The heroes almost certainly have at least 3 guys who hard counter fire & a few more that soft-counter it + the total forces to safely send all of them after Dabi with general back-up = there’s not really any reason Dabi should still be causing any trouble in 5 minutes time. This should hold true for any villain worth remembering besides AFO & the Nomu.

And as the Jaku fight has shown; a dozen competent heroes dedicated to taking out each one of them will probably win decisively; though they can always double that number just to be safe and ensure everyone goes home faster.

Unless a truly major shake-up that somehow affects every fight in the war in the villains’ favor occurs, there shouldn’t really be anything for Deku to do by the time he reaches any of these fights during his cross-country sprint. And maybe I’m unimaginative but most such shake-ups I can thank of to possibly fit that description tend to feature Tomura not being at UA anymore, possibly just coming to Izuku and/or the other villain fights and/or maybe even bringing all those fights to him; either way making the whole thing a moot point.

[glassphinix]

What does your captainsona think of the crew?

[smacks my dumb little table enthusiastically] okay so,

burt - yin finds him intimidating at first; after all, he's a big, fuckin tall bloke who could probably crack them like a glowstick. that fear dissipates fairly quickly though. he's a little bit of a scatterbrain sometimes, but his advice is sound and he's a solid worker. they trust him to keep the reactor in good shape and they admire his poetic knowledge. (but they're still a little put off by how imposing he looks.)

gunther - to be perfectly honest, they're not sure about gunther. they definitely respect him - he's experienced, loyal, and cares for the crew more ferociously than yin does - but his trigger-happy nature sets them on edge when he's around. they know he has the ship's best interests at heart, and he's charismatic enough for yin to consider him a friend, but they're always glancing at him to make sure his hands are far from his guns. (a moot effort; he has many, many hidden weapons.)

celci - probably the one yin trusts the most besides mark. she's very professional and resolute, like them, which is something they appreciate. they don't speak a whole lot unless it's work-related, but that's something yin would like to change. (they have a sneaking suspicion she knew them in college though, and if they brought it up they would never live it down. they were feral back then. (she remembers perfectly, she's just too polite to mention it. or biding her time. either. both!))

mark - yin trusts him the most by a landslide. they've known each other for a long time; i havent decided yet if they met in college or in a more specialised space academy or something, but mark's the one who convinced them to give the spacefaring thing a try (they were originally going to handle tech/communications on the ground, or possibly even become a nautical captain.) they work fantastically together, almost always on the same wavelength, for better or worse.

after the main story, yin is extremely attached to him. they've lived entire lifetimes without him and spent centuries untold turning the multiverse upside-down to find him, and if they had to, they would do it all again without question. if the wormhole truly is fixed, and this lifetime is their last, they don't want to lose him again.

yin quietly believes they're soulmates; not necessarily in the romantic (or even platonic) sense, but fated to have an impact on each other's lives in almost every universe. they've seen enough universes to imply that's the case, anyway.

everyone else - yin doesn't have time to get to know every single crew lead, but they try to learn everyone's first name, at least. they never waste an opportunity to praise and thank the crew for doing their jobs well, and they trust the crew absolutely. they're the best of the best, yin knows; nothing else would suffice for humanity's first interstellar colony. so they trust the crew, and the crew trusts them in turn. (something about mack/theory crew perturbs them post-canon, but they try not to let it show.)

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

(I hope this is okay)

1.) Find and talk to @sleepyowlwrites and be nice because we love Sleepy and everyone should be nice to Sleepy

2.) Find a writing Discord server that also connects to writeblr (@moon-and-seraph has one I believe, and they also have things that go on throughout the week that you can read others writings or add your own even though that should really go under point 3)

3.) Find out when/where writblr events happen (Something like Writeblr Hunger Games MCed by @whgmasterofceremonies, Writeblr Battle Royale [although the event itself seems to have stopped atm you can still read some good writing and find writeblrs to follow that way] MCed by @writeblrbattleroyale, and I believe there have been things like a gift exchange (usually fanart of someone's OCs or a writing of some sort), there was the writeblr Trick-or-Treat event, and I think one or two writeblrs put on some sort of campfire stories event in the summer. Admittedly you'd have to keep an eye out for those next year, but at least you'll have something to look out for. OH and I almost forgot but another good one that happens weekly is @flashfictionfridayofficial to read some great writing and talk to the writeblrs who wrote the stuff.

4.) Start, find, or join a Writeblr tag chain. Those come up every once in a while and basically it starts with someone going "HEY I wanna make friends, writeblrs tag your moots!" and then sometimes it takes off. I have a few of them somewhere on my blog, and tomorrow I'll try to reblog those so they're at the top so you won't have to hunt for them or ask me about it if you don't want to

5.) @jacqueswriteblrlibrary rbs other writeblrs things, so you can probably find some people that way and go follow other writeblrs!

6.) OH and don't forget to look up and/or follow tags like Worldbuilding Wensday, Storyteller Saturday, Blobo Blursday. I know there's more I just can't remember them 😅

Hey, I was wondering if you know a way to meet fellow writers to talk to about writing? I really like talking about my writing and stories and I also enjoy listening to others talk about theirs, but I don't know how to find anyone to talk to about these things.

Honestly, for now, I'd say going to the "writeblr intro" tag and just greeting new writers/commenting on people's intros is one great way to meet new friends.

People that are fresh to tumblr tend to be really skittish about reaching out to people, even moreso than veterans. And that includes people that have been on tumblr but in other communities other than writeblr, so I'd say that would be one great way to make new friends that write. People also tend to include details about what they're working on that may help you realize if their writing is something you'd be interested in, which already is a nice kickstart to a conversation about the piece. And if you find commonalities with them, about yours as well.

Ummm, I've been trying for like 2+ years now to find the perfect way to connect writeblrs with one another and tighten the bond within the community, but it's something I'm still diligently working on. If you have any ideas of things that might make it easier for you, personally, to feel connected to the community, let me know! I'll try to figure out a way to include it in my future attempts to connect the community. :)

Thank you for reaching out. And I know my beautiful followers. I guarantee you there'll be a whole swarm of writers that comment on this that they'd love to become your friend, so for all we know, you'll make new friends simply from sending in this ask.

I wish you the best! Hopefully this helps, even if a little. :)

Happy writing and happy friendship-building. ~ ❤️

[five-rivers]

What Was Bound, What Was Loosed Chapter 3

Written for Dannymay Day 6: Core.

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Ellie took to spending her days in the palace library.

Danny thought he was trapped. Believed he was trapped. So did everyone else. But Ellie didn’t believe it. All cages had keys. Danny had opened hers. It was only right that she return the favor.

(Of course, she wasn’t happy about being stuck herself. There were still things she wanted to see on Earth. She missed the stars.)

The books were old and new. Some were in English, others were in languages she couldn’t even begin to recognize. Most of them had nothing to do with what she was looking for. Like in any library, they were on a wide variety of subjects, all spread out.

Still, she searched. The stack of tomes that had to do with ghostly kingship and the laws of the Infinite Realms grew progressively larger. Occasionally, one of the shades would attempt to put the books back, but they were easily dissuaded, having no will of their own.

She was making progress. Not a lot, but some. Enough to keep her going.

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Vlad knew when to quit.

Oh, maybe it didn’t seem like it, he was easily as obsessive as any ghost, but he did. Sometimes, a plan just wasn’t feasible, and he had to cut his losses.

Cutting his losses, in this case, meant getting incredibly drunk on ghost wine. Fright Knight didn’t approve, but who cared what he thought? Fright Knight was part of the reason he was in this situation in the first place!

If he had just been warned this would happen, he’d have been able to make arrangements, to find some way to keep his portal open, or to stay in the human world, where his life was.

But no. They were all trapped here. No way out.

When hundreds of ghosts all said the same thing, Vlad was inclined to believe them. Danielle, as motivated as she was, was simply experiencing denial. Or, perhaps, bargaining. He had to admit he was never exactly clear on the stages of grief.

Then, there was Daniel, who seemed to be firmly trapped in the ‘depression’ stage, more of a ghost than Vlad had ever seen him as. He lingered in corners, at the edge of Vlad’s vision, quiet, sad, always flanked by Fright Knight and that other ghost, the one with the clocks.

There were parts of him, his Obsession reasserting itself, that yearned to reach out to Danny, but… He didn’t even know how to begin.

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Danny felt like a pale, wandering shadow of himself.

Most of the time, he slept, exhausted by the demands the Zone made on him and the continuing changes he was undergoing. The expanding circle of vitality, of rejuvenation, of reconstruction and growth, that so many ghosts were celebrating had to draw energy from somewhere, after all, and even though Danny was absorbing just as much as he was expending, that process made him drowsy in and of itself.

Pain, too, plagued him. His missing eye ached, and sometimes it seemed as if the crown was burrowing into his skull, not merely resting on it. His hand hurt from all his attempts to take off the ring.

He could hardly care for himself in even the most basic of ways. Clockwork often had to remind him, or help him, and he was always so excruciatingly gentle.

Then Vlad and Ellie came.

Their arrival was a relief. Ellie was a friend, was family, and hadn’t been complicit in his betrayal and binding. Vlad had been an enemy, and not even an honest one at that, but essentially everything they’d been at odds over was moot, but he was familiar.

Despite the relief, despite his desire to connect with people who hadn’t hurt him, at least not as badly as everyone else, he hung back. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to bridge the gap.

So, he lurked and lingered. When Ellie went to the library, when Vlad moped and bothered the shades that ordered the kitchen, he followed, he watched.

Clockwork and Fright Knight, of course, followed and watched him in turn.

At least, this is what happened when he was awake and aware enough to do anything. Danny was under the impression that being awake and independently mobile at all this soon after being… coronated… was unusual, perhaps even unnerving. Normally, he’d be curious, excited about new abilities and what they might mean. Maybe he’d even throw around a quip or two about how awesome he was but…

It wasn’t the time, and he didn’t have the willpower to reach for even that dubious coping mechanism.

In the too-numerous times when Danny was both awake and not well enough to follow Ellie and Vlad around, he liked to sit in the garden. It was almost peaceful there, by the fountain, although the plants had a distressing tendency to reflect his every change in mood.

Today was one of those days. He was too dizzy and lightheaded to drift after Vlad or Ellie, even if neither of them moved very much, but he didn’t want to stay in the bedroom, or, worse, the throne room. His core seemed to pulse, sluggish and painful in his chest. Or perhaps that was his heart. He couldn’t really tell with this mixed-up form. It could even be both.

Another slow wave of transformation swept out from him, making his extremities tingle. He watched, tiredly, as it briefly interacted with the walls of the palace and the scattered shades before moving on. The shades… another aspect of all this that Danny wasn’t comfortable with, but couldn’t bring himself to learn more about. They were sustained through his power, but what were they? Extensions of his will? Aspects of his personality? Constructs generated by the palace? By the Ghost Zone itself? He didn’t know.

As much as he should try to learn, he couldn’t help but think of them as yet another imposition, another burden he was being forced to bear.

This wasn’t a healthy mindset. Jazz would tell him as much. Jazz wasn’t here.

“Danny!”

He looked up, his one eye already searching for Ellie. Fright Knight stepped forward, as if to protect him, but Danny snarled at him, annoyed. He wasn’t going to let him get in between him and one of the few people he could currently stand. Clockwork stayed back, passive, but he looked… worried. Uneasy. As if anticipating a disaster.

“Danny!” exclaimed Ellie again, bursting from a bush, a thick book raised above her head. “I found it!”

“Found what?” asked Danny, leaning forward slightly as Ellie joined him sitting on the edge of the fountain.

“A way out!” She opened the book and started flipping through it, obviously looking for a specific entry.

Both Clockwork and Fright Knight looked extremely tense, now. They probably didn’t want him to find this, didn’t want him to leave. Would they try to stop him?

He hunched his shoulders. He might not be well, but he could fight and make it hurt.

“Here!” said Ellie, triumphantly. “Look at this.” She tapped a picture of a bright, spherical object.

“The core of the Infinite Realms?” asked Danny, reading the legend of the picture.

“Uh huh. Apparently, it’s what determines what the Ghost Zone is like as a whole and controls the rules and laws and stuff. Like, even when it comes to what ghosts act like, and what they can physically do, or how the Ghost Zone’s physics behave. But the important part is that you can go talk to it and petition it and stuff, and sometimes it’ll listen. I bet we can get it to listen to you and make it so that the Ghost Zone doesn’t need a king anymore.”

Danny felt a flutter of hope. The book was old from what he could see, and, ignoring Ellie’s paraphrasing, the language was fantastical and couched in metaphor, but still if there was a possibility…

Near their feet, small, bright flowers began to bloom, each no larger than the head of a pin.

“Daniel,” said Clockwork, in a careful, soft tone. It wasn’t pity, not quite, but it was the verbal equivalent of being handled with kid gloves. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Then what is it like?” asked Danny, hunching his shoulders and leaning protectively over Ellie.

“What do you think the King of the Infinite Realms is?” asked Clockwork.

Danny shrugged. Clockwork gave him a small, pained smile.

“The King of Ghosts and the core of the Ghost Zone,” said Clockwork, “they’re the same.”

Danny shook his head, unwilling to let this scrap of hope slip through his fingers so easily.

“Please, Daniel,” said Clockwork. “Why do you think it was so vital that you be crowned? The Realms cannot exist without their core.”

It made sense. A horrible, horrible sense.

“That doesn’t make sense,” said Ellie. “The core’s supposed to be the basis the whole Zone is built on. That can’t just be one person.”

“The library has some books on the subject,” said Clockwork. “But you can see how Daniel is changing things.”

Danny felt his hope collapse and doubled over, hands on his head, face almost touching his legs. A scream bubbled up in his throat, but he swallowed it. All those people, everywhere, his responsibility, his… Not just the people, everything. Everywhere. Not just his responsibility, but relying on him, modeled on him, dependent on him, centered on him.

He wasn’t just the Ghost Zone’s ruler, nominal or not, he was its heart.

“Danny?” asked Ellie. He looked up.

There were blast lines in the ground, radiating away from him. The fountain was cracked and leaking water. Fright Knight had, evidently, grabbed Ellie and leaped away, into the air.

Clockwork hadn’t left, still leaning towards Danny. There was a jagged, dripping slice across his shoulder. Danny gasped, reaching towards him.

“It’s alright,” said Clockwork. “It’s alright.”

“I can’t be,” said Danny. “I can’t be. I’m—I can’t be part of the Ghost Zone. Not—Not like that. That’s not—I can’t be what the Ghost Zone is built on, it doesn’t make sense, I…”

“It’s alright,” repeated Clockwork. “Would you like to go inside? You may feel better if you eat something.”

“Don’t want to bother Vlad,” mumbled Danny. Didn’t want another person to see him crumbling like this.

“We can send something up to your room,” said Clockwork.

He did feel tired. The fountain was repairing itself behind and underneath him. He groaned as the ground beneath him pulled together as well.

“I don’t want to be the core of the Ghost Zone,” he said, knowing that what he wanted was not and never had been a consideration. “I don’t want to be king. I don’t want to be in charge of anything.” He grabbed the edges of Clockwork’s robe, ignoring the moisture despite the pang of guilt it brought him. “I want to go home. And I…” His words failed as he reached for Clockwork’s injury. “I don’t want to do this.”

“This is nothing, Daniel,” putting a gloved hand over the wound. “I have had far worse.”

It started to rain. Great, heavy droplets of water tainted with just enough ectoplasm to glow.

It was one way to hide tears, he supposed.

[kirain]

Hazbin Hotel and VivziePop Drama

I've been hearing/seeing a lot of drama concerning Hazbin Hotel and it's creator VivziePop, and while I don't know her personally or really care what people think, I do hate slander and the spread of misinformation. Truly nothing in this world upsets me more than when people believe rumours while making no effort to fact check, and that's exactly what's happening right now. That said, I wanted to try and clear up some of the rumours going around about Vivzie and the show, because I think some of them are absolutely outrageous and need to be addressed.

1. Vivzie hired an abuser onto the show.

Now, I’m not here to burn anyone at the stake, especially since I don’t know anything about Chris Niosi (the alleged abuser), who I believe openly admitted to the allegations? Regardless, this is a moot point. He’s not credited anywhere at the end of the episode. So either he was booted before production wrapped up or he had nothing to do with the show in the first place.

2. Vivzie supports bestiality.

Admittedly I thought this one might be true, since she draws so many anthropomorphic animals. In the very least, I figured she was probably a furry, but I haven't seen any evidence supporting this accusation either. Near as I can tell, this rumour started for two reasons. One, because of her famous Zoophobia comic, which revolves around a therapist named Cameron who gets assigned to work with human-like animals. Ironically, poor Cameron suffers from crippling zoophobia, which makes for some pretty decent comedy. I didn't read the whole comic because, quite frankly, it’s not my cup of tea and I just don’t have the time. But from what I saw there are no examples of bestiality anywhere in its contents.

Two, this message, which blew up all over social media:

To me, this just proves that people are more interested in virtue signalling than checking to see if their claims are actually true. Everything about this message is 100% false, which I’ll touch on in my next point.

3. Vivzie is a pedophile and she’s drawn child porn.

This is hands down the worst allegation and holy shit, I really wish people would stop using it to defame someone when they don't have any proof. This is a life-ruining accusation and you're disgusting if you believe it based solely on hearsay. This rumour began to spread when Vivzie allegedly shipped the two underage characters in the above photo and drew them NSFW-style. At the time, one character was 19 while the other was 14, and the relationship was a very illegal student-teacher relationship.

This is WRONG! The characters were not 14 and 19, they were actually 18 and 19, the legal age of consent! Additionally, the relationship wasn't student-teacher. One character is a student and the other is Alumni (a student teacher). This one pisses me off the most because it’s obvious the person who sent that message didn’t even bother to conduct any research. They said, “He’s a teacher, she’s a child.” Both characters are MALE!

Since then, Vivzie has apologised for any NSFW art she drew in the past and stated that it's not a reflection of her art today, and I'm inclined to believe her. Almost every artist has drawn NSFW content at some point in their career, and hers wasn't even distasteful. Other than this one example, there is no evidence anywhere that suggests she’s drawn “child porn”. In fact, she’s never even drawn explicit NSFW.

Please stop spreading this rumour. It’s dangerous and completely incorrect.

4. Vivzie said the "N" word!

No, she didn’t. It was a fabricated tweet. That is all.

5. Vivzie is copyright striking every video that criticises her!

No she isn't. YouTube’s DMCA is automatically striking people who are using full clips without permission. Vivzie has gone public several times, telling people exactly how to avoid getting a copy strike from the algorithm, which is something she absolutely does not have to do. At this point, she doesn't owe you anything. In my opinion, she should just sit back and watch these channels burn.

6. Vivzie copies and traces other artists’ work.

This is another one I’ve seen going around, but I looked into it as thoroughly as I could and failed to find any concrete evidence to support the allegations. As of right now, there are only two examples of Vivzie “copying” or “tracing” other artists’ work, and both of them can be explained. The first is a gif she made with a character from her Zoophobia comic, which looked a lot like the girl from ME!ME!ME!:

Damn, that’s pretty incriminating. She obviously stole-- oh, wait. This gif was part of a ME!ME!ME! MEP (multi editor’s project) and Vivzie didn’t take full credit, despite the fact that it’s not even a direct trace. It’s supposed to look like the original, which she fully cited. The second example comes from a short dance sequence from her Timber video, which seems to have been inspired by several Disney movies. As Vivzie herself stated, that was an homage to the original animations. Lots of artists and shows do this, including the beloved Stephen Universe series.

Regardless, this doesn’t count as stealing character designs or plagiarising someone’s work. It’s meant to be respectful, an admiration of other projects. Other than these two instances, however, there is no evidence of her tracing or stealing other people’s art. From what I’ve discovered, all other designs she’s been accused of “stealing” are characters she bought and paid for. They’re quite literally HER characters.

7. Vivzie supports problematic creators.

I’m getting really tired of guilt by association. Vivzie follows and enjoys some controversial figures, but who cares? We can argue all day about whether or not the accusations against them are true, but it ultimately has nothing to do with the show or Vivzie as a person. I do the exact same thing, to be honest-- follow and listen to people on all sides so I can learn, understand, and form my own opinions. The fact that some people think this is bad, to me, is absolutely mesmerising. Vivzie doesn’t control what the people she follows post, and if they do something overly questionable she publicly criticises and denounces it.

From Vivzie:

Now that that’s been dealt with, I’d like to address some complaints/claims about the actual show.

8. Vaggie is an angry Latina stereotype and a lesbian stereotype. Vivzie is appropriating Hispanic culture and misrepresenting the gay for profit.

First off, I see a lot of people passing around yet more misinformation regarding Vivzie's race. So many people seem to think she's white? Well, I'm here to tell you they're wrong. Very incorrect. Vivzie is in fact Latina, and Vaggie is meant to mirror some of her own personality traits.

Second, who is Vaggie mad at? Context matters, and if we take a look at the episode, we see that Vaggie is literally only mad at two specific people: Angel Dust and Alastor. Why? Well, for starters, it's her girlfriend's dream to run a rehab hotel for sinners, and Angel Dust nearly demolishes that dream single-handedly. Vaggie has every right to be over-the-top vitriolic. Then there's Alastor, a known sadist, narcissist, and murderer who loves trapping people in his nefarious schemes. He invites himself in, effectively takes over the hotel, and pushes both her and Charlie aside. At one point he even sexually assaults her by slapping her butt during his musical number. So yeah, I think her seething ire is totally justified. Keep in mind, however, that when she's around Charlie she's calm, collected, and happy. I wouldn't call that a stereotype.

Thirdly, the lesbian stereotypes. I keep hearing this argument but I really don't see it. Both Vaggie and Charlie have so much personality and trust for each other. Maybe I'm wrong, but the stereotype I know always totes a more butch, tomboyish woman with a ditsy, innocent, naive woman. Charlie is optimistic, but she isn't stupid. She refuses to shake Alastor’s hand because she knows he’s likely trying to screw her over. She’s also not entirely innocent herself and uses words like “fuck” and “shit”. I also wouldn’t call Vaggie butch or tomboyish. She has a cute, girly presentation, complete with a pink ribbon in her hair, lace stockings, and a dress. She's protective of her girlfriend, as I think we all are with our partners, and there's nothing wrong with that. They're flawed characters, as every character is meant to be. This isn't a problem.

9. The show is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, blah, blah, blah.

I’m amazed this is even an argument. The show is supposed to be a dark comedy that takes place in HELL. You know, the place the worst of the worst end up after they die? What were you expecting? Everyone gets a shot or two fired at them, but that doesn't make them bad characters nor does it make the show itself horrible. Take, for example, Katie Killjoy, the news reporter so many people are up in arms about. She says she doesn’t “touch the gays” because she has “standards”. Well, here’s a newsflash of my own: we’re not supposed to like her! She’s an antagonist. Not to mention ten seconds later Charlie insults her and isn’t the least bit slighted by her pretentious attitude. The characters are strong and don’t take shit from anyone, because to some degree they’re all terrible people who can throw down when it’s called for.

Obviously if you don’t like the show or think it’s offensive, I’m probably not going to change your mind. That’s perfectly fine. You’re entitled to your opinions and you don’t have to watch the show. Just stop lying and stop trying to take it away from everybody else. Stop attacking Vivzie and spreading misinformation without checking the facts. I realise a lot of people probably aren’t trying to be vindictive and only want to do something good, but just remember this: the road to hell is paved with good intentions.