#i've been sick that's why i haven't been talking much in the server

[irrealisms]

tall trees bend and lean liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

title is from Kingdom Come by the Civil Wars. for a long time this was the primary canonical di!will song to me... i think this is no longer true but it was true for a long time. post-wardens i never really felt safe, i was always running. the contrast also of where you will still be all alone with i'll be waiting here for you... yeah

i recommended this as a good starting point but i'm realizing now it might not be.....it kind of assumes knowledge of some Major Events (e.g. seventeen wardens)......sorry.......if you have passing familiarity w divorcesteal/my character it should be good though and u can always ask me stuff ^_^

i spent. SO much of divorcesteal sick and/or injured. and-- i do not consider myself physically disabled IRL but there is a sense in which di!will is? like IRL the severity of it is temporary but .... so's the minecraft server, right, it ended while i was injured. and even before then, i do in fact have scoliosis such that my computer time is nonzero limited by it and pushing myself too hard will hurt my back, i've got motor skills issues that don't affect me much day to day but make me worse at video games than average... so much of my arc was balancing "irl physical pain that pushing myself Worsened" with "i have things i want to do that bring me joy and that are important and have deadlines", or struggling w "i need to do things to Make Up for the things i'm bad at". which is. a disability mood. and ofc i am psychiatrically disabled both IC and OOC... i think one of the reasons blue's jab abt me dropping out of school hit so much is bc. like. i failed out for disability reasons. like it was also hitting on the boredom thing which was absolutely smth i was struggling w at the time dmgw! but idk, i didn't actually realize how much this fic was Disability Themes until it was written and then it was like Oh this is about disability.

i've mentioned this before but. when i talk about the warden nightmares in the fic. those were real. i had nightmares in real life about this. and then chips betrayed and i instead had a nightmare abt that LOL... this wasn't constant or anything but probably like once a month i would have a divorcesteal nightmare. minecraft roleplay does sick shit to the human mind

the fact that i wrote "The thing she can’t imagine is prefacing a confession with please don’t be mad, please don’t hurt me, please don’t abandon me. She can imagine what she would say instead: I understand if you’re mad, if you want to hurt me, if you want to leave me. I’m sorry I keep getting you hurt. I’m sorry for being worse than useless. [...] She remembers the blunt force impact of Chips’s hammer going through her skull and tries to let it comfort her. The memory feels right, feels just." like over a month before chips betrayed me is crazy.... i was so correct about how i would react tbh. someone betrays me and im like Yeah that's fair i get it. you can kill me and leave me if you want. Sorry

there are some crazy moments in here actually that are related to me writing it at the time..... i comment that chips would Never kill me, or that evi4 and betty are teammates in every way that matters, and . ummmmmmmmm . that aged!

smth this fic revealed is that i DID consider betraying for pathogen a couple times and most of why i didnt was just like, i just didnt know them that well..... tbh there was a stretch of time where literally any team could have basically stolen me if they had made a point of reaching out and including me. but the team that ended up in fact doing that was sunset SHOUTOUT SUNSET i love u guys!!!

seri already knows basically everything in this fic LOL shoutout serapy

smth that's been kind of fun Throughout divorcesteal is that like....a lot of my insecurities will Start ooc. and then i deliberately make a mental move to Make them part of my character & character arc. and then i'm actually much less ooc insecure bc instead i'm looking at it as part of my character and her story? it's neat

also rereading this fic is interesting bc i was in such different mental places when i wrote parts of this? "chips and jay might be quitting" had such a huge mental impact on me and then neither of them ended up quitting and it's easy for me now to sort of forget how impactful that was compared to the things that did end up happening. or like i still very much remember that "i only joined thousand suns bc i thought chips was quitting" was a Thing but the feeling of "it feels like everyone is quitting the server and i'm left alone here refusing to quit even though i have nothing to do and i'm scared that if i try to do things i'll just drive people away even more" was something i kind of forgot about. but bc i wrote this it is preserved like amber....

i feel like this fic is too nice to me in places tbh..... i have an idea for a scene in my next fic that should balance it out though, where chips and i FINALLY are able to log on at the same time and it's like less than an hour after i've talked to betty and i am thinking the whole time "i should . tell chips about things" and then i DON'T and instead i in fact leak one of the things chips did to thousand suns, without asking chips, bc i was afraid that they would find out and change their minds about wanting me. i was not solely an ~innocent sadboy here lol it's just that by nature of being mostly 2am ventfic it's about Times I Was Soooooo Sad :(

something i've been thinking abt is like. even in other improv e.g. TTRPGs you don't normally get this sort of conflict? like you get "ooc conflict over scheduling and unavailability" a lot but "a player's unavailability or two players having conflicting schedules is now something that is an ic conflict between them" is much less common than in mcrp. in mcrp if someone can't log on, or if two ppl have schedules without much overlap, that's-- something that often exists in-story & matters to the characters. i wasn't originally planning on confronting them about it IC but i ended up doing so bc...it's part of my character? it can't not be, due to how the medium works. it's like how when i overheard them i couldn't just-- go "whoops blooper" and move on and pretend i didn't hear them. it was real & it happened & it impacted the world. if one person doesn't log on the world continues without them & there isn't enough ooc/ic divide for more traditional resolutions to that? what happened "ooc" just.... happened. one of the coolest things about mcrp to me

smth i want to be clear abt is. a lot of this fic is abt being alone but by the end of divorcesteal i felt the least alone i've felt in a long time. ultimately i DID talk to a lot of people & made so many friends. the fear was OOC incredibly fun and motivating for me. back still hurts though :(

these feel like worse liner notes than my usual ones even though theyre just as long, i think most of this is either stuff already in the fic or stuff i've already talked about elsewhere. sorry about that i thought i had more new things to say than i did. OH WELL POSTING ANYWAY

EDIT: another thing that's interesting to me when writing any divorcesteal fic is the .... amount that i am going "okay i want to Show my thought process and character to fans and participants who don't know me well". like i'm not adding things that aren't in the original i'm trying to . share the original w people? since obviously i didn't stream & some of this you get from chips and betty streams/recordings but (a) a lot of people didn't watch all of those (b) a lot of ppl weren't allowed to watch all of those. and some of it was just not in anyone's pov!! bc i didn't stream!!! but i care abt di!will and i want other ppl to . care too, i guess. understand her.

[lunarmourning]

Ok hi i have just one quick thing to ask. Can you explain the times where you've gone into servers and gcs and told greg you were mad at her and then when asked why you didn't tell it???

hi I don't usually like to answer these on my Tumblr especially since the situation has so much more than I could ever explain from an ask (when I say every situation I've been accused of has two sides, I mean it! I know for a fact that a lot of the stories people heard are lacking so much context) and I am really not comfortable airing trauma I haven't fully revovered from on Tumblr but I will answer this one. If I'm assuming what you're referring to right (if I'm not, don't be afraid to shoot another ask! i haven't gotten a lot of explanation of what I did wrong from. anybody. Also I am in no way uncomfortable with someone reaching out to me through dms, I would not be mad at anyone who got wrapped up in this situation for wanting to talk. Even Greg, I promise I would be comfortable with dming with her about if asked). (warning this is gonna be rambley, I just woke up)

I assume this would be when I would talk in a gc about my feelings in the relationship. I would like to explain that the only times I've talked about Greg in a gc were when I was mid breakdown or meltdown (often triggered by Greg doing or saying something triggering and then just. leaving me alone. which, happened several times.). Also, I would never talk with anyone that I knew Greg was friends with. I didn't feel like my breakdown gave me the right to ruin anyones relationship or perception on it. Which is, genuinely, the only reason I never came to anyone from the sunshine cult for support about her in my relationship because of how. many toxic that had been done to me in the relationship (which is the reason I eventually broke up with her after months of consideration, and the reason I blocked her. I felt sick talking to it and kept getting flashbacks. just generally felt uncomfortable and decided the best thing would to put distance. I in no way meant to hurt her through this). So, I talked with friends she didn't know very well (like Pip! hi Pip thank you for being supportive when my ex was being weird about my disability). I would like to repeat, I would only do this mid breakdowns.

About not communicating that I was mad. i literally. did. and tried. so many times. One of my earliest problems in the relationship is that we just didn't communicate at ALL. And Greg kept repeatedly hurting me because of it. It got to the point I was scared of her. I tried multiple times to talk about how the things she was doing was hurting me and every time I would be shut down and given excuses. Like that she didn't know how to communicate (I'm actively getting hurt here and I'm trying to express that. so we would end the conversation, I would have a breakdown alone in my room and she would go to bed. and it would happen again. I would like to say in a relationship where both people [likely,I am unsure if I have It fully yet. still researching] have bpd, that communicating is SO important and the lack of it is why we both feel we were hurt in the relationship. Greg never expressed when I was hurting her so I never knew. And I would like to say that it's valid and I'm so so sorry if I hurt you, but if you had told me I would've stopped in a fucking heartbeat. I told you when you hurt me, you just didn't care.). Or that she was dissociating (which is okay!!! often times I didn't even know and then I would be in "trouble" for trying to make her talk In that. Pls I promise if you had expressed that you would talk about this later and not just use it as an excuse for not talking about it ever I would be okay!!! it's just when every single time on four or more occasions, every time I was trying to express how I was getting hurt from toxic behavior. Also a lot of these dissociations wouldn't come until I tried to communicate so. hm. and this happened every time). So after repeated times (throughout MONTHS) communicating things that she would do over and over again, I kinda. gave up. If I ever told her I was mad and didn't explain, I'm so sorry and looking back that was wrong of me to do. but. I did. i did tell her. and after getting yelled at and ignored for hours to days on end for simply trying to fix something that had hurt me. i gave up. Can you blame me for making a stupid decision with someone who would never listen?

Greg at some point also sent screenshots of me trying to communicate for the final time before I gave up to people without my permission. My friend, who actually talked to me about my side of the situation unlike everyone else, sent me what Greg sent. And I was not surprised to see how much of that conversation was cropped out. A lot of the stories being told about me are half-truths, with things left unsaid to make me seem like a bad person.

(this situation also has a lot more behind it so please don't take this statement as all of it. Both this singular accusation and everything else has SO much context. This is simply me trying to explain one or two situations. Like I said, if anyone has any questions about another situation don't be afraid to reach out. I would be happy to talk to anyone who was willing to listen.)

[trilies]

Why is that guy hounding your replies he's so sick. He's showing dangerous signs of obsession with anyone who's been in the vicinity of Ang's situation. Why on earth is he so invested in a corner of the internet he has no relation to. Just because he has a discord full of people who talk about CSA everyday apparently?? specifically within fandom?? What kind of 1k+ discord is he in where this is a daily topic of discussion? Presumably an all-ages server too. I'm in so many generic 5k-50k+ servers and almost no one randomly brings up fandom of all things let alone CSA specifically within fandom. 'serious' convos in big servers tend to be about IRL like job stress etc, or politics. Every big server I'm in has some form of an active I/P thread or conversation right now. Most people online don't even know what a ship is. What kind of big discords does he hang out in where CSA talk gets passed around as freely and publicly amongst "thousands of members" as gossip I can't stop feeling weirded out.

++since he claims he only finds you via tags it's gonna be funny if he flips out over this new ask where his name's nowhere mentioned, should you publish it.

I mean, to be fair, I have been tagging things with his username, but that's to, y'know, help people who've blocked or tried to mute his username because they're sick of the conversation involving him. I haven't been directly @'ing him, but his name is a tag on posts.

.....However, that still means, at the very LEAST, he is looking up his own name as a tag, and that is just such creep ass behavior who even DOES that

even ignoring how he's come to bother someone who stopped talking to him

But yeah, can you tell me more about this discord thing? I feel like I've heard bits and pieces of that, but I don't know anything about it, or what's true, etc. Did he actually legit say that they talk about CSA so much?

I'm just trying to get facts organized.

[bradleysbradshaws]

I keep rambling because this is what happens when I don't sleep, I don't eat, all I have is my thoughts, and I'm on the verge of another emotional breakdown, but I don't want to do that, I don't want to do that to my loved ones, who've already seen me in so much pain this year.

I thought about what it was like to have to leave Roosmav, and it felt like to me, killing my own child.

Roosmav is the child that I nurtured by myself for this entire year. I did built such a strong image of them for myself...for Bradley. No one has still drawn bottom!Bradley after all this time and likely will never in an ever-shrinking fandom, and it's still the thing that I've most wanted to do because I love him, I think he's beautiful, and I belong to him. I want to do everything for him.

The thought of living on without my child, without Roosmav, is a life with no purpose, a husk of a life. I don't want to eat, didn't sleep, wasn't able to breathe at the thought of not being able to continue on openly in Roosmav in some capacity.

It won't be immediately, but I need there to be another Roosmav server that I can participate in, one with people as passionate about it as I am, one without content restrictions. On my hands and knees and groveling, I need this. I do want to talk about underage bottom!Bradley. I do want to talk about everything about Roosmav because everything about it is what defines them to me: Roosmav was never to me about bottom!Mav, MommyMav only...it's Becca's egg fics, little dick, Rayson, as much as anything else.

I am sick, and I do want to die. I'm not going to, but I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, because I don't see a future for myself in my current circumstances. I don't want me merely wanting another Roosmav-dedicated space that I can participate in to be a betrayal. I don't remember the feeling of not always thinking to myself, "You're unwanted. You're hated. You're a traitor," for just wanting to talk about Roosmav, drawing Roosmav, writing Roosmav, still being a Roosmav.

I can't even talk to people. Nobody is telling me that it will be okay. I've never directly been able to tell people of my pain, other than writing it on here, and the couple of friends I have left following me and seeing me write what I have. I've never openly gotten any warm words, any encouragement, for anything I've done. And I don't do it because I want praise - I do it because I want friends.

This is all rambling, but I feel I need to link to some of this, especially my court date, because I need to concretely explain to people why I had a mental breakdown last year, why I was so awful to be around and why I was so paranoid, why my real-life fears bled into how I viewed and interpreted harmless, innocent fiction.

I'm so sorry. I'll forever be tortured by the fact that I can never directly apologize to people for my behavior, but I do want to continue expressing thoughts somehow through my work. I want to express my pain, my regret, my remorse, my utter sorrow and heartbreak.

I want a hug. I just wish someone who knew of my experience could tell me: I see you, and I know you've tried, and you deserve to live on, you deserve a chance at happiness.

[skyenish]

Twisted Wonderland Personality Swap AU

Thanks so much for the support on my previous posts, it really means a lot to me. Because of that, I've decided to continue writing for this AU and keep you all updated! I'll also be using this post to answer some of your questions. (In this AU the Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens switched personalities)

I went ahead and made some doodles for Ruggie, Leona, Jamil and Kalim (Ruggie with Leona's eyes scares me tbh)

Questions/explanations/clarifications:

-I didn't change the characters' backstories (unless specifically stated). Riddle still has a horrible mom, Trey's family still owns a bakery, Leona is still second prince, Ruggie is still dirt-poor, etc.

-What changed is how the characters reacted to their respective trauma I guess, which resulted in their personalities changing.

-Their personalities are not exact copies of eachother. For example, Riddle isn't just Trey but with red hair. He's very similar to Trey, yes, but they have a few differences in their personalities too.

-I'll explain how the characters became the way they are over time. Plus, it's also fun to think about it yourself, right?

-I've already worked out Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle and Scarabia.

-I'm planning on doing every dorm, but I play on the English server so I haven't finished book 6 yet.

-Yes, I'm planning on having the Vices + Kalim overblot, and to do that I'll be using their already canonically established backstories.

-I am NOT a professional artist, nor do I have ANY experience with drawing comics, but just know that I'm passionate about this little project and will work hard to make it as good as possible.

-I'm busy with school (I'm busy in general lol), so I don't have a lot of time to work on this AU- I've been sick for the past 4 days, which is why I could post so much.

-If you have literally any questions, just ask. I love to read you guys' reactions!

Characters:

Jamil wears his hair in a loose braid in this AU, since I don't think he has the patience to braid his hair the way he originally does and his hair is kinda connected to his personality. Jamil is much more optimistic and positive, and he's always supportive. People seem to naturally like him, which annoys Kalim. Jamil always tries to look at things from a positive perspective, trying to make the best out of his situation, though it's not that bad for him, because Jamil genuinely thinks that Kalim is amazing. When he got an invitation to NRC he INSISTED that Kalim come as well. Jamil always wants to throw feasts, and if his master allows it, he'll disappear in the kitchen to cook enough food to feed 3 entire dorms for a week. Jamil frequently tries to get Kalim to relax, because he just wants him to be happy, but Kalim then reminds him that they're at NRC to study. (I already talked about Kalim in a previous post but I'll copy paste it here too)

In this AU, Kalim is much stricter, much more focused and MUCH more responsible. He studies rigorously and insisted on actually working hard to earn his position as Housewarden instead of his family buying the position for him. He’s very sharp, quite intelligent, and is annoyed by his naïve servant and his carefree attitude, who keeps following him around.

Leona is a menace, playful, optimistic and cunning, but he also puts a lot of work into his dorm and school. He knows he has to work had to achieve his goals and he knows that he has a lot of responsibilities. He values hard work.

Ruggie is the complete opposite to Leona though. He is lazy, quick to irritate, and forces lower-classmen to do his work for him because he just wants to sleep. Ruggie is a terrible student, never showing up for class or duties and never putting in any effort. He feels like no matter what he does or how hard he works, he'll never make any changes and his life won't ever get better anyways, especially with a high-and-mighty prince as his Housewarden. He thinks that nothing he does is of any use , so why bother at all, right?

Thanks for reading this word vomit, reblogging would be appreciated lol

[honeygem]

「 U n t i t l e d - Fatui Harbingers x reader 」 part 1

you've worked on the underground district ever since your mother passing. Not knowing who your father was, you didn't have anyone to support you but yourself.

You took the same job your mother did, save a part of the money you earned for emergencies, and only payed for your necessities.

Danger has already been part of your life ever since you were born. Life could've been more meaningless but you lived out of spite. You wanted to beat the hell out of your bastard father and ask for all his wealth as a compensation for his unpayed child support and your mother's passing.

However none of that mattered since a new door opened right in front of you dangling a tempting offer, you just couldn't resist.

content warning : grammatical errors and typos, mentions of degenerate men(once), objectifying women if you squint.

Part1, Part2, Part3 part 4

It wasn't unusual to see men gathered close to your stage. It wasn't unusual to have them undress you with their eyes. It wasn't unusual to have the other men throw money to you as you do your performance, some would even slid cash inside your bra or panties and getting a touch on your skin as you get close to them. It wasn't unusual. It is what you do; part of the job they say.

Four tall men entered minutes later. They weren't new as they took a seat as soon as they got in– not needing to look around, further away from your stage, far from people and distractions. The server may have memorized their drinks since she quickly offered them a glass without having to talk to them, each having different colors and style, perhaps it illustrates a different personality for each person.

Sharp cold eyes stared, their lips were moving but the loud music cancels out their voices. Your attention wasn't supposed to be centered to them but for the men gathered around your stage, throwing money at you... unless you wanted the four mens' attention.

Your eyes watched and observed the four men, not a single one of them showed any interest in any of the dancers. Their aura made it seem like they weren't there to have a good time... Perhaps it was for something else.

Before you knew it, your performance had ended and neither of the four men was finished and perhaps they planned to stick around for a while.

Together with the other girls, you went to the back of the stage to freshen up and change your sweaty clothes. Chatter and gossips filled the room and you tried to listen to whatever clear conversation you get, perhaps one of them knows who the four gentlemen who caught your attention a while back. You tried to finish up as soon as possible to clearly hear the details.

"Jes," you heard one of the younger recruits call out, "you've been here for a while haven't you? Who were those big dark men?"

"You noticed them too?" The other squealed. "Oh my god, the dark haired one was totally hot!"

"Yeah, I've seen them a few times." Jes, the senior of your group, answered. "Not too many though. They only come by at the most random times and I'm not sure if they're here for us. They don't seem to be the type to enjoy our performances too."

"Then why go here?" Another one inquired. "We have some decent drinks here but it's nothing fancy enough for men like them."

"Do any of us know who they even are?"

"Some rich dudes?"

"Gay men?"

"Harbingers." Sweetie answered with a straight face.

Sweetie is another one of the senior member of the group, you assumed she started before Jes signed up. She was one of the girls who didn't talk much but got along with everyone. At first you thought she didn't seem like someone who'd even consider working at such places but she does a decent job. Degenerate men loves her for her cold and rough performance.

"Don't talk about them. Don't interact with them. Don't look at them," Sweetie warned. "They've got nothing but trouble. They seem like a decent bunch of rich guys but one of them's too sick in the head."

"You've met them before?" You suddenly asked. Too curious how your senior would even talk badly to seemingly decent men.

"I used to serve three of them their drinks," Sweetie confessed, "the guy with the masked started showing up with them when Kae started working here. Now finish up, our shift just ended and the other group will arrive in twenty minutes."

Those four men obviously had an agenda you thought. None of which should be any of your concern but your curiosity wanted to know everything. It shouldn't bother you that much until you've realized who those men really were.

The eleven Harbingers of the Fatui and four of them happen to come by so often nowadays to your workplace. Their title was enough to be known by people but not many people know them.

Their title act as a warning to never cause trouble for them, their ranking determines how strong they are, and their presence was enough to make a whole crowd go silent. It doesn't take one person to announce who they are, their presence was enough to dominate everyone and have them tremble on their knees.

Abythòs was the name of your workplace, derived from the Greek which meant "deepest part". Not many know of this place unlike Zenith, a polar opposite of Abythòs that is being managed by your boss' acquaintance.

Zenith was just your local coffee shop at a busy street where a lot of people come by and buy their favourite drinks and bread which is to be served by a group of sunshines-and-flower personality people. On the other hand, there's Abythòs that's hidden from the public and those who have been to the dark circuits of the market may have heard of the place. Now you won't have to worry yourself how the Harbingers even know of it.

They are dangerous— trouble, you remembered Sweetie's warning. Something about them just doesn't feel right. An eerie sensation felt through your spine every time you thought about them. Perhaps it would be enough to know their names to quench your growing sick desire for trouble.

Author's note:

Can you guess which harbinger/s is/are going to show up on our next chapter?

Let me know what you think!

[beels-burger-babe]

Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

It really makes me fucking sick when people lie about me.

Things I've never said:

"women are whores because globalism"

"women only stream for attention"

Any other "women are bad Hur dur" things.

Because that's not shit I would ever say. Why? I was raised by 3 generations of southern women. I never call sex workers whores, I don't call women sluts ever either. And I'm not trying to look like some "TM Nice Guy" either.

Things I could have said in regards to the above statements, "some women stream for attention" which is factually true, but that's not a statement that implies that men don't. Because guess what, some men do. It's a two way street. One I acknowledge.

Also globalism has nothing to do with women and dating pools. I've literally never said it implied as such. Several stats have come out from OkCupid and other places saying that because of the dating pool opening up, specifically due to dating services and social media, people don't settle anymore. Which is true. And it's not just a women thing. It's men and women. And I'm not redressing this because "I got called out". Just because I quote stats that leave men out doesn't mean I don't blame men for their contribution to participating in hookup culture.

And I'm pretty sure I've made a blog post about this too. Dating pools in towns have dried up for years because of online dating and the rise of hookup culture. Asshole women ruin kind men, those men turn into assholes, whom ruin kind women, and the cycle continues. Also since apparently I have to state it listing women first in that cycle does NOT imply they start the cycle. It's always different who starts it. But the result is pretty much the same. And then only reason I've ever actually discussed this, is because the reason marriages fail so often it's because people refuse to settle down with people. Rather they get online, find someone half a country away, and hope for the best. And even in the process of discussing this topic, I'd also mention that when I say settle, I don't mean settle for an asshole, a douchebag, a bitch, someone whom is abusive, or not loyal etc. I'm saying that you can't attempt to find perfect because perfect doesn't exist. Sadly that's the same as saying reach within your means, which is crude to say but it's also not fucking sexist.

Oh, and the only times I've talked implicitly about globalism is to ask why it's viewed as somehow explicitly left, and why it's a dangerous mindset because as a concept it is anti cultural. But 100% I don't degrade women. I will however degrade people when I feel they deserve it. And through this whole fucking fiasco with the server I got banned from and the people lying about me, other than saying that 1 person has anger issues, and several server members have emotional issues (because who doesn't these days), I haven't smeared anyone male or female. Called anyone out by name, out otherwise. But nah, I get hit by a number of people whom have a decent following, whom try to call me out for fake shit. With the exception of hearing only a few times I broke rules even though in some cases I didn't understand how. So rather than leaving well enough alone, I get smeared over Tumblr. Reblogged by those same people, only to be blocked by those same people.

So yeah. Explain to me, why the FUCK would you talk to me if I HAD called women whores for "deciding to date outside their local dating pool". Fun fact. The women in my family taught me to respect those that earn it. I love them greatly because they helped raise me. And my grandmother would have been extremely disappointed with me if I had been the kind of person to talk like that.

And yeah, I might not always get what I'm saying across well, but when confronted with that I try to clarify.

[locally339]

feeling like i should at least explain this shitty ass drama I've been in for the last who knows long before NuggetB0iYT comes after me with his gang or whatever you want to call it. more or less, this just feels like someone trying to milk the fuck out of things that aren't even worth riling up anyone over in my opinion.

for all i know this happened a few months ago and my memory is often foggy over things like this so this is as much as i can remember clearly about what happened to me, my friends, and even my boyfriend.

i was on discord, in my boyfriend's server (we weren't dating yet) and i was just hanging out with some friends. the server was always nearly quiet due to Nugget spamming mute on literally anyone he could, but we eventually moved on from that.

for what i know, SpacyQuaser5617 was his favorite to harass. almost daily i could see Nugget talking about things like how Spacy is a baby or how he'd like to hurt him. nearly pushed him to suicide but in the end, Spacy was still alive, and everyone eventually moved on from that (now that im thinking about it i should have tried to help Spacy before he blocked me for whatever reason)

I was in a bad mood at the time and nothing was really helping to calm me down or whatever so I dm'ed a few people, and then I went to the server I usually went before it was deleted by Nugget.

Spacy's 1 week mute had finally expired, and he actually got to speak for a minute. all he says before probably being muted again was something like "i'm back"

Nugget is online and just responds with "welcome to hell"

all I said in response to that was just 8 simple words, and thats what set off the ticking timebomb.

"well, with you here, I can see why"

and I ended up getting backlash after backlash for that. random dms from random people that were most likely alt accounts of him and his friends, and some of the people i knew well weren't spared the backlash either. I swear I saw a channel celebrating one of my friends getting really sick as well.

sometime when I started dating my current boyfriend, videos started surfacing about him harassing someone in perfect English.

it was obviously sketchy with some of the claims.

1. the harassment claims were weird because he was speaking proper english, correct grammar and everything despite him at the time not knowing English that well. (he is Brazilian)

2. the rule 34 accusations seemed more like an inside joke that went too far instead of something to be taken seriously. (if anyone really has any proof William Cat draws rule 34 could you please link here? the one image he has on rule 34 doesn't count since it doesn't match any of his artstyles.)

3. him forcing a relationship on two people that i have looked up countless times and don't show any results. maybe they do exist but there was no proof that i could find of this being real so for now this stays debunked.

there is a few more things i would like to point out, for anyone really looking for some proper dirt on Nugget, but i can't prove too much as usually when he does this kind of thing, it's gone before i can screenshot it.

he has posted NSFW art of bob x opheebop in a server with mostly minors.

he has (if you already haven't gotten the hint) harassed multiple people over and over again, me being one of the victims obviously.

and he has drawn some questionable art of characters, minor characters. (i only have one image but if you ask around there might be a few more people who have more proof than i do)

one more thing to address, he has attempted to try and resolve this, but all he said was the equivalent of that he's black and i'm not.

do whatever you want with this information. if you're gonna take my side, go ahead. if you're gonna take Nuggets side, all i can say is good luck defending someone who's only excuse of why he should keep doing things like this is that he's black. there's a lot more to be addressed, but that's all i can remember. you can dm me on Twitter for the proof. till then i feel like I've said enough.

Locally_Blob is my Twitter username. dm me and if im awake i'll show you the proof.

this probably won't go anywhere as always, but i don't really care if it does anymore. I've tried again and again but it always just vanishes from whatever i post it on. so thanks to whoever keeps spam reporting it to make it disappear or whatever is going on just to protect someone who really needs a wake-up call at this point.

if Nugget can expose my boyfriend for things that happened half a year ago, i can expose Nugget for things that happened half a year ago.

locally339 signing off. goodnight.

[yaoiadderall]

❤️ Just a little reminder that the world is beautiful because you’re here. Thank you for being you ❤️

awww nat ilysm, the world is brighter for having you in it <33333