#im cooking this idea since June

[kaliopes]

lately i am getting a lot of inspiration for my Barisi wip (the one in which Sonny and Amanda are getting divorced - very friendly process tho - and he meets Rafael for the first time in more than 4 years of basically radio silence between them. Rafael has a daughter, moved all the way to the West Coast in Oregon to be near her, and is now a professor in Portland and a firm advocate for Immigrants’ Rights). all their lives have been changed, they certainly aren’t where they all supposed to be in the age they are, with the story they had.

initially it would be just a one shot, with the various moments Sonny and Rafael would meet in NY after they both are matchmaked by… yes, our girl Rita. she’s been suffering too much with Rafa’s contained, but loud melancholic nostalgia. and Sonny boy isn’t doing well in court, it’s getting too easy to rattle him in a deal. Rita will have none of that.

now i have a lot of thoughts and angst about the characters’ feelings of being the one left behind, watch your once friends’ lives by the sidelines, the bitterness of having to finally, finally let go of the life you so desperately wanted all those years (not only for you, but for your child). but Rafa needs to get done with it, as soon as possible. and it’s chaotic.

the grief of losing a mother, of losing the expectations you so had all your life, just to see it shattered in a year or so, because there was love, so much love, dedication, respect, presence, but that wasn’t enough. there is still something Sonny desperately wants and it’s chaotic, it’s his desires, the ones he neglected so much years before, the ones that turned out to be ghosts remembering him that a life well lived isn’t one done by the books, by the traditional expectations of everyone around him.

a life well lived can be chaos, like taking care of the 3 children you share with your amazing ex wife, and trying to get on the good graces of the first person Sonny ever thought he could ditch the whole white picket fence shit for. and now this certain someone has an autistic daughter, Marielena, co-parents her with a woman he met for a one night stand during a conference in LA and, god, wouldn’t Cynthia Haines be an awesome woman as well.

Olívia makes some appearances, but the outcome is not that good. I’m on the team that Rafa, after all this time, deserves to have his solitude, anger and bitterness respected. In fact that’s one of the WIPs axis.

[juliwuzhere]

Got any Max headcannons?

I think one of the headcannons I often include in my daydreams or writing is the idea of his parents, before camp had been something they could sign up Max for, making him do a TON of other activities. And it didn’t stop after Max meet the age requirement for camp Campbell. When Max isn’t at camp, he’s doing all the other activities he is forced to do after school or on weekends. Sure, most of them his parents probably signed him out of due to them being too expensive or because Max complained too much, but for the most part, he has done an extensive amount of activities. The first activity that came to mind after reading this post? He’s probably done it and mastered it.

I mean seriously, this kid has only been doing gymnastics for a couple months. He had from august all the way to June to practice gymnastics, and he’s already so good at it the show writers had to make him do the obstacle course off screen?! (Actually it was probably because of the budget, but you get my point.)

And not just that, did you see the way he wielded that spear back in season 1 when Ered took over camp? I’m sorry, but that kind of skill with a spear isn’t just built into baby’s from birth.

Im also of the firm belief that most, if not all, of Max’s clothing is either too big or too small. Listen, I don’t think his parents are extremely abusive, physically or mentally. I think, like Max said, they don’t care. They give him the bare necessities a kid needs, food, clothes, a roof over his head; however, they do just that, the bare minimum. Let’s be frank here, they probably don’t know his size in any piece of clothing. A hoodie is actually a pretty good nod at that fact. Hoodies aren’t very tight like a t shirt, so they could get him an Medium or large and it’s not that obvious how big the hoodie is.

This also leads to my third head cannon. Of course, his parents give clothes and food, but most of the time it’s leftovers or just ingredients. Which means that Max most likely cooks really well.

Another one I have, and this one may get me burned at the stake, is that Max’s hair doesn’t look that bad in the morning. Now, hear me out! I get it, imagining Max having a birds nest in the morning is pretty funny. But I honestly think that after the events that occurred at Spooky Island, Max, Sasha, and Pikemen, whether they want to admit it or not, did grow a friendship. Sure, it isn’t a very nice friendship and Pikemen still attacks the camp, but they are a lot more friendlier towards each other. Because of this, I know that Sasha definitely helped him develop a skin and hair care routine. (The skin routine is more eye bag related since they’re like 11) Before the events of season 4, yeah he probably looked like shit most days, but the year after that? You could give Max shit about his attitude, but definitely not his appearance. For all I know, Sasha bought him some cologne or some crap.

He definitely has insomnia, I mean cmon. This kid has saved the camp from a cultist, the woodscouts, etc. I’m sure he has at least SOME issues sleeping. I sure would if I knew the guy who had brainwashed me and my friends and tried to kill us was still OUT THERE. (In Antartica possibly, but still.)

This technically applies to my previous head cannon but whatever. He can play guitar, just doesn’t want David to know because he will 100% force Max to play at the campfire. Max would thrust himself into the bonfire before you saw him agree to do that.

Max is really good at sports and in term is very competitive. But like, he’s both of these things but…terrifyingly so. Sorry, gonna go on a tangent to explain my thought process but hear me out for a second. I’m actually planning on writing a fanfic about Nerris learning hypnotism (they think it’s the closest thing to real magic) and accidentally actually doing it to Max after failed attempts on all the campers while at a sleepover. David catches them because it’s past there curfew and, to get out of trouble, Nerris decides to compromise with him. They tell David that if he lets all of the campers go without having to clean the messhall or whatever punishment he’s going to give them, Nerris would make Max actually participate in the camp activities. One thing leads to another and Max ends up actually doing all the activities with no complaining. But turns out, he’s way too good. None of the campers can actually beat him in anything, not even there own activities. Soccer, basketball, tennis, pickleball, archery, rock climbing, he can do it all. But like, imagine playing with someone who beats you every time and in less than a couple seconds. Obviously, everyone is mortified and decide to never give Max crap for not participating.

TLDR, Max doesn’t participate in activities because a) He doesn’t feel like playing games with people who can’t serve a volleyball, because you have to remember that most of these kids are probably really un athletic or nerdy, and b) Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to be that kind of dick. After the events of the last summer, he’s not as rude. But of course, he still talks shit about their skills.

Sorry it took me so long to reply, if you couldn’t tell I got too excited writing this. Thanks for asking! I love answering and talking about story ideas and camp camp headcanons. Especially Max since he’s my favorite character (basic, I know, shut up imaginary hater.)

[magnes-io]

Barbie girls in their Barbie world 🩷 (It was Miko’s idea)

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Omg, this has been on my drafts since June 😔 but im so glad I finally made time to finish it. I love eimiko so much, and I also wanted to make that Barbie and Ken challenge with them hehe, so let’s take this as a late Halloween special 💜🩷 I hope I can draw more about them soon, in the meantime I think im going to cook some Clorivia ;)

[acaciapines]

for the ask game, answer whichever of these speak to you the most: 4, 5, 11, 14 :D

HI ASH MY LOVE ASH.

oh they ALWAYS speak to me. i answer All. i will not be contained.

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

actually shockingly few! ever since i finished my big owl house editing pass back in june i've not done a whole lot in terms of projects...and recently i've been playing rain world so instead of writing im playing rain world like 24/7. currently my only main project is the dess raises kris au, and in that 'verse the only thing i'm writing right now is a dess/chara relationship study. i WOULD finish it, but, uh. rain world. (<- guy who is trying so hard not to write rain world fic. i probably wont but also i am always tormented by ideas. but consider i have to tell the story of my slugpup scooter SCOOTER I WONT EVER FORGET YOU--)

5. What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

probably countless that i do not remember right now! but digging around through my drafts, i've got a few deltarune daemon aus that won't ever see the light of day...one of them was a fangame where the player played as one of kris's two daemons, and the other was a fic where ralsei was kris's daemon. the ideas from there have basically been repurposed elsewhere--a lot of my kris&ralsei stuff went into various works, and the fangame stuff is being reworked into the dess raises kris au.

beyond that, in terms of things that are actually abandoned and won't be used elsewhere, there are so many daemon aus that i've left behind for one reason or another, though the gravity falls transcendence au is the one that i think was the best...that one postcanon his dark materials fic i was gonna write where lyra and pan return to will's world and cause general shenanigans there with him and kirjava...a vera-centric son of sea foam wings of fire au because vera is the love of my life and i was rereading wings of fire bc i felt nostalgic....oh my god fantasy high SOPHOMORE YEAR FIC, which i tried to start TWICE, once from fig's pov and once from ayda's that was their road trip back home and i have some very funny snippets from...MY INFINITY TRAIN DAEMON AU WAIT THAT ONE STILL GOES SO HARD ACTUALLY. okay drop everything ive ever said the fact that i never wrote my infinity train book two daemon au is a travesty. i was cooking with that one.

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

sort of! i usually always have at least one or two songs i connect to any given fic, but in terms of what i listen to when actually WRITING, it's changed over the years. i used to put on compilations of video game music--usually utdr, pmd, and then just whatever got recommended to me lol--then i did like. those character playlists people make on youtube? mostly bc they tended to pull from the same pool of songs so it became good background noise lol. now i use the youtube mix or whatever its called for a similar reason--it tends to play the same handful of songs ive listened to a lot, so they dont distract me.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

oh i LOVE this question, and it would be without a doubt my nimona daemon au oh, are you at all like me. nimona itself is obviously both a comic and a movie, and i'd say animated film since the fic follows the movie plot more--i think there'd be a LOT of really cool scenes you could get with that fic. i also think i could make killer animatics based on my fics if i could draw good enough <3 and thats not a joke i have scripts and sketch storyboards and everything. maybe one day i'll finish one of those.

[presidentkamala]

Ok 2022 wrap up. First the good:

* killed it at work and on schedule for a huge jump in salary in january 2023

* finally let go of the worst years of my life by *gasp* leaning in2 and committing to my present self???

*moved to a banging new apartment WITH kitchen island

*volunteered for midterm campaigns

*went to chicago, cincinnati, honolulu and st. louis

*READ like 80% more this year than last year (the bar was the like 2 books i picked at and didnt finish last year but still improvement)

*more consistent with skincare routine

*hit 50k in my one savings acct in accordance w financial goals

THE BAD:

*didnt learn a new language, instrument, to code, pottery, or anything. Was grinding at work and not much else

*health took a backseat: too much doordash no fitness plan or even much activity

*didnt make any new friends

*stagnated in other areas. No volunteering for causes i care abt or even at community garden. mUST CHANGE THIS IN 2023

*struggled to stay consistent with much of anything. Scatterbrained for most of the year

THE UGLY:

*lost all muscle tone due to nothing other than lack of care

*no motivation. No real direction. No real sense or vision of the future i want and am working towards. No effort in the places where it counted

*phone and screen addiction. BIG TIME. losing hrs to this that i should be using to get out there and meet ppl and actually improve my quality of life LOL.

*deep-seated suspicion that im not well-liked at work bore out late this year. Not super pleased since that's been my main focus. Probably connected to this other stuff.

*loss of basic intellectual curiosity. In complete survival mode for the first 8 months of the year. Self is almost unrecognizable in many ways.

THE RESOLUTIONS:

I've spent the month of december devoting myself to prepping for the big three resolutions that i feel will have the biggest impact on my immediate health and wellbeing. I did a recipe plan for every day of december and gave myself a zero doordash/restaurant rule but no other real restrictions on what recipes i make and that's gone super well in terms of re-integrating cooking regularly back into my life and even enjoying it! I think in february im going to start paying more attention to making sure im incorporating the plate method to ensure im getting the right proportion of protein veg and carbs into my diet but for now its all about finding recipes that taste good and that i can sustainably replicate etc. I've been doing a lot to make sure im brushing my teeth and doing my skincare routine at least every morning so im going to start bumping up my evening care in January as well. I also downloaded the none2run app to get me up to a 5k which at least lays out the calendar of what i need to do and im on week 2?? I think of the beginner exercises before starting the runs in earnest. I've deep cleaned my apartment and kitchen and have been regularly washing my clothes and doing the dishes instead of letting it all pile up. All of these changes in routine have been gradual over the last 5 weeks or so but its already paying dividends and i love the idea of prepping for resolutions and planning them out so i don't lose track as the year progresses:

*Journal at least once a week (minimum 52 entries by this time next year)

*Develop nourishing recipes you actually enjoy and can replicate. Limit restaurants to once a week (non-holiday) or 3 times a week (with holidays)

*complete none2run 5k.

*sign back up for barre classes at least once a week (non-travel)

*on work travel, complete youtube pilates vid at least twice a week

*this is the year to tackle skin texture and pores. Set up derm appt in January

*complete liftoff program for beginner weightlifting beginning in June.

*volunteer for minimum 2 hrs each week. For anything.

*volunteer for dems at least once this year.

*SEE A FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST

*take one extra-curricular class

*check in quarterly on goals

*take one international trip

2023: We are being specific and intentional!!!!!

[1800nosleep]

Bird Song Headcanons

headcanons for lydie, vinnie and the rest of the main characters !!

warnings;; vinnie is vinnie, swearing, cig smoking and alcohol drinking, parent deaths, drug overdose (parents), child abuse, vinnie being the best older brother, normal outsiders warnings,

VINNIE

vinnie is so AHHHHHHH

best way to describe vinnie is malewife

he cooks, he cleans and he takes care of lydie

if im being honest, i based him off of darry if darry wasnt constantly on ponys case

but anyways

vinnie was born vincent frank rockwell on june 18th, 1945 in tulsa, making him twenty years old at the beginning of the story

he is older than lydie by four years

he works at a cafe on the west/northside and is a barista

he is a neutral greaser, he doesn't fight in rumbles but he hangs around Tim and Buck and Veranno (his hcs are further down)

vinnie has some pretty terrible childhood trauma, from witnessing his mother overdose from a prescription pill to his father beating him and lydie

he started smoking cigarettes at the age of twelve, he calls them cancer sticks and exclusively smokes menthols

he thinks they make him better than everyone else

70's! vinnie would absolutely love the doors, jimi hendrix and all of those artists/bands

70's! vinnie moves to california and tries to live out his hippie, stoner, runaway fantasies

anyways

vinnie is dating a neutral chick from the west/north side

maude monroe, a twenty-year bartender at buck's

vinnie and maude are always hip to hip when they're together

vinnie is absolutely obsessed with her

he helps her dye her hair platinum blonde and he will bend over backward to make her happy

that being said lets talk about maude

MAUDE

MAUDE IS A GIRLBOSS ICON

she was born lara monroe on february 7th, 1945 in New Jersey, to her single mother, who worked in a bar when maude was younger

maude had changed her name to maude in memory of her mother, maudie

she moved to tulsa after her mother passed and the idea of still living in Jersey made her stressed out

BUTTTT once she moved to tulsa she met vinnie and lydie at one of buck's parties

she dresses in a minimalistic greaser style

she adores marilyn monroe, audrey hepburn, bette davis, and all of the og girl bosses

she and vinnie have dressed up like holly and paul from breakfast at tiffanys for halloween at least twice since she has seen the film

maude and angela shepard are bffs

absolute besties

if maude isn't with vinnie, she is with angela

70s! maude and vin get married after they move to cali

70s! maude gets into very cringy and shitty horror/ thriller films and she dresses very similar to stevie nicks

maude and lydie defo smoke weed together

they hotbox in maudes and vins stolen chevy impala

anyways let's get to lydie

LYDIE

our main bae

alr first things first

bae is an angry, angsty sixteen yr old who was born on august 29th, 1949

she and vinnie have always been super close especially once their mother died

lydie is in tenth grade with ponyboy, she and pony have study sessions

anyways enough of that boring shit

lydie listens to nina simone, julie london, ella fitzgerald, billie holiday and most of the music greasers listen to (not saying that the greasers listen to nina, billie, or any of the people I listed )

lydie will say that she loves one song and then go back on that and claim she loves another song, she cannot decide what her favorite song is

her fav song is april come she will by simon and garfunkle

she is a very smart person, like she and pony are some of the smartest greasers regarding book smarts

she is definitely one of the more responsible greasers

she isn't respectful to authority but she is more kind to others compared to dallas for an example

anyways

she mostly hangs around pony and johnny with the occasional dallas and soda

SPEAKING OF DALLAS

she and dallas have full-on brawls

dallas will say something completely buck wild and she will fucking go off on him

throwing punches and slapping and just a full-on beatdown between the two at least until they're broken up

vinnie or darry pull them apart and make them apologize

lydie and dallas have a very complicated and complex relationship

lydie will say she absolutely fucking hates him

and dallas will be like "shes so wonderful"

its his mommy issues

its fine tho cuz ultimately they fall in love after a near death experience and lydie is like "nah im just in love with what he did" but in reality...

she is in love with him, period.

also read dallas' hcs right here

alright last but not least, lets talk about veranno

VERANNO

my sweet baby

veranno is literally the dirtiest and most raunchy greaser out there

he is always in and out of jail, constantly getting into arguments and fights, and he's never quiet

never a relaxing time with him

veranno was born veranno gerard bianco in new york on april 27th, 1945 making him twenty years old

he is an orphan who was never adopted or cared for

he hangs around anywhere, in alleys, in ditches, in vans

he is everywhere

he mostly hangs around vinnie and his friends when he isnt in jail

like dallas, he has been in jail for squatting and breaking in several times

lydie writes to him all the time, especially when his stay is longer

he travels a lot, he visits nevada and arizona a lot, just to get away from tulsa

regarding what music he's into, he exclusively listens to chuck berry, elvis, and all of those fifties artists

he makes fun of people when he overhears them listening to bob dylan, the beatles or simon and garfunkle

he thinks they are "pussy musicians"

lydie will defend them so hard

dallas is very jealous of veranno and literally no one knows why

most people think it's because of lydie and how close veranno is to her

but dallas will deny it every time its brought up

anyways

last but not least

veranno has a big soft spot for children

when he was a teenager (13-15)

he babysat this rich families children and these children changed him

he treated them like they were his own

i luv veranno sm

thank you for reading !!

likes and reblogs are appreciated

pls do not steal my work or repost it anywhere as for that is plagiarism and that my friends is a crime !!

[echovilled]

— like a moth to a flame.

→ pairing: war x chaerin kim.

→ word count: 2,185

→ song: i listened to so many songs writing this but the most frequent one that got a lot of spins was definitely the boy is mine - ariana grande lol.

→ notes: stop letting me self indulge in 1-2 year old wips, im so serious rn !

Chaerin woke up with the expected feelings for her 18th birthday: a sense of excitement that felt both genuine and hollow. She loved birthdays and the idea of being celebrated, but the routine had become so predictable that she knew exactly how the day would transpire. She lay in bed for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the feeling of something different to creep in, but nothing came. She blew out some air as she rolled her eyes and turned to the outstretched window that gave her the perfect view of the sun rising over Mount Namsan.

As it always did, the day would begin with a birthday message from her parents on Skype. It had become a tradition since they hadn't been home for the celebration for the last 7-8 years.

The routine was set in stone - she'd get up, have her birthday breakfast cooked by the penthouse staff, and then be presented with the exact cake every year: a chocolate buttercream golden cake with sprinkles. Later, a private birthday dinner would be held at Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul with a carefully curated group of friends to post their equally curated group photos on Instagram. It was the same predictable pattern every year with the necessary changes to fit her social media circle, followed by 364 routinely identical days until June 1st rolled around again.  

Chaerin groaned loudly, already feeling the weight of the day's familiarity ahead of her. Mentally, she felt as if she was placed behind a well-constructed fence designed to protect her but also shield her from the rest of the world. The security her parents had built around her began to feel suffocating, even if she understood its reasons. She was their rainbow baby- their only child after so much loss- and the weight of keeping her safe regardless of any situation lingered between them.

Their love for her was never in doubt, but that love had formed an environment where control and sheltering had become second nature. Their high-profile careers worsened things—her mother, a corporate executive of the successful skincare brand Misun Cosmetics, and her father, a private investor, were always away. They were busy managing their professional empires while ensuring she stayed safely inside the fortress they built for her.

She heard the familiar notification ding from her laptop as she finally got up and went to her desk. The Skype link shared by her father is ready to be clicked. She hesitated momentarily, her finger hovering over the mouse before clicking the link.

Chaerin sat at the kitchen table, eating her breakfast for the day. The chef had prepared a Moroccan-themed breakfast with a side of Miyeok-guk, which was something different that at least pleased her just a little bit.

She sat at the table and pondered what she could do for her birthday. The usual choices were shopping, which never failed to make her happy, sightseeing, crawling back into bed and streaming Netflix, or even catching a flight to Tokyo, which was only two hours away. But none of these options felt right, and she was getting frustrated.  

It only took minutes before she abruptly leaped from her seat and ran back to her room. Her heart pounded with the rush of excitement as the idea struck her. Today wasn't just any birthday - it was her eighteenth! She could finally act on something she had been toying with for weeks.  

To satisfy her need for something different, she's been third-wheeling it with one of her best friends, Nari, and her boyfriend, Junho, who was just weird and greasy, and his friends, who had been racing motorcycles in the shadowy streets of Gangseo District. She would say she was studying with Nari to get any deployed security off her back. Plus, she was getting older, so her parents did ease their eye off her for a bit (and a bit is being generous). It was their favorite pastime, and sometimes, she'd ride on the back of the bikes of some of Junho's friends, but that was it. It was fun for a while, but that's not what captured her interest. It was something - or someone - else entirely.  

Outside Nocturne, a club notorious for drawing in some of the city's most dangerous crowds, Chaerin had first seen him. Or rather, she had noticed his friend first. A hulking figure who was broad and intimidating, with a scar etched like lightning down the side of his face. His presence was enough to stop anyone in their tracks, and to be honest, she would both embrace and run from this man if she were alone with him in a dark alleyway.

But it wasn't until he shifted aside that Chaerin saw the person who caught her breath.  

The stranger who followed was tall and lean; his body cut with strength but moved with a quiet, deliberate grace. He wasn't cut from the same cloth as the boys she was used to hanging out with; he was something else entirely. He wore dark clothes - a black jacket, dark cargo pants, and heavy boots - that made him blend into the shadows. His sharp gaze gave him an aura of danger, which seemed to draw attention without him needing to say much of anything. Even though he couldn't have been older than Chaerin, he carried an air of experience that he had seen more of the world than she did.

She had watched him hanging around Nocturne for nearly a week, always at a distance. It was an unspoken game of cat and mouse, and she was sure he didn't notice her, but she made sure to see him. Whenever she was in the Gangseo District with Nari, she would always find him as if pulled by an invisible force.

But now, on her eighteenth birthday, she decided it was time to make her move. She wasn't someone to linger in the background anyway; she had to see who this man really was. Tonight, she would step into the shadows, hoping that this time, she would meet him and have the stranger for herself.

Chaerin didn't hesitate. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and immediately called Nari. The phone barely rang before Nari picked up.  

"Rinnie! Happy Birthd-"  

"Nari, I've got an idea for tonight," Chaerin said, cutting her off as her voice buzzed excitedly. "After dinner, why don't you and your weird ass boyfriend come with me to Nocturne? We can have a little after-party celebration!"  

Nari paused for a moment, which caught Chaerin off guard. "First of all, he's not weird! And also Nocturne? I've never been there before, but I heard like a shootout happened a couple weeks ago..." she admitted, the slightest hint of hesitation creeping into her voice.  

Chaerin ignored this and laughed lightly at her friend's uncertainty. "If a shootout does happen, we'll just run for the back door, okay?"  

"Chaerin-"  

"Nari, come on. It's my 18th birthday, and we need to do something big! It's going to be super wild, and we'll be together, okay? Plus, Junho will be there, so it will be perfect." She said, and after a moment, Nari sighed, "Okay, you've convinced me. I'll talk to him, but count us in."  

Chaerin squeals, already anticipating the stranger and the night ahead. With the plan sealed, the night promises something unforgettable—what could go wrong?  

Later that night, Nari, Junho, and Chaerin arrive at Nocturne. At the entrance, the burly bodyguard scanned their IDs with a skeptical look, his eyes narrowing as he noticed they were all under 19. The legal age was previously changed about a year ago because a 16-year-old boy was murdered two blocks away from the club. The rule was set, and it looked like the bouncer wasn't going to bend for shit.  

Before Chaerin could protest, Junho stepped forward with a sly smile, pulling out his wallet and slipping a few bills into the guard's hand, which she rolled her eyes. "It's her birthday," he said, nodding toward Chaerin, who stood behind him.  

The bodyguard paused before pocketing the cash with a barely noticeable nod, and they were waved inside.  

Junho flashed a cheesy grin at Chaerin. "I'll have the bill on your door by tomorrow," he said as she flipped him the middle finger while Nari chuckled.  

As soon as they stepped inside, the music's thumping bass hit them like a wave. The flashing lights danced across the walls, turning everything into a blur of neon and moving shadows. The air was thick with excitement and the heavy scent of sweat, alcohol, and perfume.  

Chaerin, without hesitation, pulled Nari to the center of the dance floor, with Junho following them. The crowd was already swaying in sync with the loud music. While Nari and Junho started dancing together, Chaerin found a dance partner on her own. A tall guy with a confident smile caught her eye and stepped closer, his intentions extremely clear. She always welcomed the attention, and her movement began to match his. The guy leaned in, his voice barely audible over the noise. "You look real sexy out there." he flirted, flashing a playful grin.  

Chaerin smirked, her energy rising. "I know!" she shot back, laughing with a teasing edge.

The banter continued as they moved together, the flirtation adding to the thrill of the night. For a while, she completely forgot about the world outside of this. Every laugh, touch, and beat added to the rush she felt.  

But after a while, her movement began to slow. Something in the atmosphere had shifted, and it was changing the exhilaration that she had felt moments ago. She began to feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.  

Someone was watching her.  

She could feel it—a presence, eyes locked on her from somewhere in the crowded room. The once liberating feeling suddenly felt heavy, and her body tensed as she scanned the room, searching for the source. Her dance partner quickly noticed the shift in her mood, and his confusion was evident. It wasn't until she looked up and saw him that she realized it was him.  

Her eyes locked onto the mysterious stranger, standing by the railing in the VIP section, staring directly at her. His gaze was intense, penetrating, and unrelenting.

She had stopped dancing altogether, stumbling slightly from the shock and surprise. The realization had it her like some crushing wave. Did he notice her watching him this entire time? This whole fucking time?

As Chaerin stood frozen, trying to process the situation, she noticed another woman approach the stranger. The woman touched his chest, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Chaerin stiffened, an unexpected jealously tightening in her chest for someone she didn't know. But the feeling would quickly shift when the stranger dismissed the woman with a wave, sending her back to the VIP section without a second thought.  

His gaze briefly returned to Chaerin before disappearing back into the shadows, leaving her standing there with her heart racing and her mind spinning.

She didn't even know what to make of it. He physically said absolutely nothing but said so much with one look. Was he sending her a message that he knows that she's been practically stalking him? Was he daring her to come meet him? Did he care whether she picked option A or B? It felt like a game of chess, a game that she had never bothered to play, yet she was maneuvering through it without a single clue.  

Suddenly, she became aware that her dance partner had left her alone. A quick glance revealed that Nari and Junho had found their way to a dimly lit table, making themselves incredibly cozy in each other's company.  

Chaerin's gaze shifted back toward the VIP section, her eyes darting to the elegant curve of the staircase leading up to it. The familiar flame that she felt in her belly the night she saw him for the first time was spreading fast, and it pushed her to quickly make her way to the staircase before she could second-guess herself.  

Just as she approached the VIP section, the man she had noticed before - the one with the lightning strike scar across his face - stepped in front of her and blocked her path. She was beginning to become tired of all of these fucking rules and regulations. She felt like this was more like a prison than a club. Why is nobody letting her do what she wants?  

Before she could start complaining, a voice cut through the club's noise.  

"Let her through."  

The bouncer glanced back at the source of the command, gave a nonchalant shrug, and stepped aside. Chaerin's heart raced as she barely shoved the bouncer out of the way and made her way through the velvet rope. Without hesitation, she even edged between the stranger and the girl from earlier casually seated next to him.  

She would have no idea this bold, instinctual, and unplanned move would change her life forever.

[aliwritesfic]

The Night Shift (pt. 4) (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Oops this is being posted like 2 days after part 3 but whatev xx probably won't post another for like a month peace & luv

Summary: Frankie has taken the job as the overnight cook at Lou’s Diner, where you work as the overnight waitress. Attraction slowly grows between you, despite both your best efforts.

Part 3 Part 5

Saturday afternoon arrived and Frankie sat in his workshop (which was really just his garage), contemplating. Around him, clumps of clay sat on shelves, most of them had dried out due to neglect. A vase here, a coffee cup there. It had been a long time since he had been here, not since July, when he was feeling clear-headed.

Now he sat with a chunk of fresh clay in his hands, turning it over, getting a feel for it. It was good, pliable, it would be easy to work with if he didn’t let it dry out. He thought of June, still wondering if making something for her would be a good idea. Each of the boys had different suggestions when he asked; Benny thought he should make something and demand more baked goods in return, Will had said to forget it altogether and that it would be wholly weird to give a co-worker a gift, and Santi had said to test the waters a little longer before doing anything.

It wasn’t in Frankie’s nature to let a gift go unreciprocated, so he disregarded Will’s idea entirely. Santi’s felt the most sensible, but there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t just sit in his workshop and think. His therapist even advised it, telling him that allowing himself time to think about the things he usually avoided could cause fewer episodes.

So he thought. He thought about his family, all still living in California, and how he should probably call his mother. He thought about how the boys would occasionally look at him with concern when they thought he wasn’t paying attention to them. They knew he occasionally had nightmares, that his legs still gave him pain. They didn’t know that sometimes he would go months without a full night's sleep, that he let his pilot license expire because the thought of being in a heli made his chest constrict, that sometimes he felt like he had grit in his eyes and smoke in his lungs, even though he was nowhere near sand or dirt or anything on fire.

Frankie wouldn’t burden his friends with these things. They had their own issues, their own lives to deal with, Frankie wouldn’t heap his own shit onto theirs.

Even through all this internal turmoil, he found his thoughts returning to her. During the week, he noticed the different ways she interacted with people, how her voice changed depending on who she spoke to. He noticed that she would begin to yawn at four-thirty, her energy would dip, and by the end of their shared shift, she would move in a quick, disjointed way that Frankie recognised from times he had tried to keep himself awake.

June hadn’t made much conversation with him since that second night, seeming like she was lost in her own thoughts whenever she wasn’t waiting on customers. She had brightened considerably when he told her how good her cookies had been, and then even more when she found that he didn’t have any allergies, so much so that he was given one of her elusive smiles that made her eyes crinkle. But that seemed to be as far as their interaction would go that week. He didn’t mind; silence suited him well, and at least with June it was the kind of silence that didn’t leave him wondering if he had somehow done something wrong.

Frankie tried not to watch when she leaned her hips against the counter, eyes unfocused as she toyed with a silver necklace she usually kept tucked under her collar.

Frankie left his workshop after sunset, having done nothing but think about what he wanted to do, rather than actually do it. His phone had buzzed a few times in his pocket, but it was only now that he checked it. All five texts were from the boys, directed to the group chat.

Benny: im feeling like its a dangerous night to be a beer

Pope: At Cals?

Benny: well im not having one at a church. got yelled at by a priest last time

Ironhead: I’ll be there at 8

Pope: You coming, Fish?

Frankie sent a thumbs up in response, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to spend a night out. It was probably better than what he had planned to do, which was sit on the couch with a bowl of leftover take-out and watch a show about gold miners until he fell asleep.

It didn’t take long for him to get ready, just a fresh application of deodorant and a change of shirt was all he needed before he was locking the door behind him.

His truck was an ancient beast, with blue flaking paint, a side mirror that didn’t match the rest of the vehicle, and windows that still used a hand crank. Frankie had considered retiring the truck more times than he could count, but it still ran perfectly fine, and any issues had so far been an easy enough fix.

He still hadn’t been able to completely get rid of the smell though. Gasoline and cigarettes. It seemed permanently soaked into the foam and cotton lining of the seats, remnants of the old man who owned the truck before him.

He and the boys had been going to Cals for as long as they had been living in the area, back when it was still owned by Cal and Tom still lived in the area.

Frankie went straight for the bar and ordered himself two drinks, and found the boys at their usual table by the window. From where he stood at the bar he could already see the nasty bruise on Benny’s face.

“Fucking hell, man,” Frankie said sitting down. Benny grinned, then winced as if remembering the bruise. Frankie reached up to poke it and was quickly swatted away. Somehow it made him even more good-looking if the looks the girls at the bar were shooting the younger Miller brother were any indication.

“Me and Will got a bit too into it at training today,” Benny shrugged and Will rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“Dickhead got distracted by some gym bunny and forgot to guard his face,” Will said. Santi snorted and shot Frankie a look he knew all too well. “It’s not my fault when you think about it.”

“He’s got you there,” Frankie said. Benny scoffed and flicked a stray bottle cap at him.

“Hey, has that girl made you more cookies yet?” Santi sat forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Yeah, I wanna try some before garbage guts gets to them.”

“Garbage guts?”

“I said what I said.”

Before this could result in yet another argument between the Miller brothers, Frankie decided to interrupt. “No, she hasn’t. I’ve only known June a week.”

Benny rolled his eyes. “Ask her.”

“I’m not gonna ask her to just bake me stuff willy-nilly.”

“Okay, I’ll ask her.”

“What? No!” Frankie was aghast at this suggestion. The thought of Benny just wandering into the diner one night to ask a stranger to bake for him

Benny rolled his eyes, as if it was simple. “Why not? I’ll just go into the diner and ask nicely.”

Will scoffed at this. Frankie shook his head. “No, you won’t.”

“You can’t stop me. One way or the other, I will have more of those cookies in my hands,” Benny said with a satisfied shrug. Frankie made a sound of frustration, knowing that once he set his mind to something, there really wasn’t any stopping him.

Frankie made a mental note to warn June about Benny, let her know that no matter how much he batted his eyes or pouted that Benny would be fine if she said no. It would be a good thing for Benny’s ego for a beautiful woman to say no to him . . . although Frankie wouldn’t say that part out loud.

“Anyway, five weeks from now, keep it clear.” Benny slapped his palm on the table, making Frankie jump just a little. “Half a month. Final fight of the year.”

“First of all,” Santi said, “five weeks is not half a month so write that down. Secondly, we’ve all had it in our calendars for the past three months.”

Benny ignored this. “And after I win, we are going to a fucking club! A club, not a bar.”

Frankie raised his hand. “What if I don’t wanna go?”

“Not an option. If it makes you feel better we’ll go to a bar after the club.”

Frankie took another sip of his drink, frowning. It didn’t make Frankie feel better.

~

You slouched in your seat, staring at Manny over the rim of your recently refilled mimosa. An untouched plate of ketchup smothered fries sat between you. It was Saturday morning, you hadn’t gone to sleep before you arrived and now it felt like too much energy to do anything but eat and drink.

“You’re gonna fuck up your spine sitting like that,” Manny advised.

“It’s fucked already,” you said, but you straightened anyway. You grabbed a fry and bit into it, chewing slowly. It was an unseasonably warm day, so you had ditched your usual jeans for a pair of shorts and you had your legs angled toward the sun.

Manny stared at you a little longer, before finally breaking the silence. “So are you gonna tell me what my replacement is like?”

You shrugged. “He’s fine, I guess.” Truthfully, you didn’t know what Frankie was like. You had been avoiding talking to him too much, feeling awkward and clumsy after you had asked him why he had decided to work in a diner of all places.

“You guess?”

“Ugh, don’t pull your teacher voice on me.”

Manny laughed, his head thrown back. “Okay, okay, sorry Junie. But seriously, he’s just fine?” Manny seemed almost disappointed.

“I haven’t really talked to him much.” You took another fry. “He seems nice but . . .” But looking at him sent unfamiliar feelings to your stomach. Hearing his deep hum along to the radio made your chest feel warm. So you did your best to ignore him, to pretend like he didn’t make you feel like you were betraying Ethan by simply breathing the same air as him.

“But,” Manny prompted.

“But I don’t know. He’s not you.” You placed your elbows on the table and groaned. “It’s just hard, you know? I’ve lost all ability to talk to people like a normal person.”

“That’s because you’re such a shut-in,” Manny told you. He left the rest unsaid. The fact that the only reason you were in fact, a shut-in, was because of Ethan.

“Teach me, oh Mr Ortiz, teach me to be a sociable butterfly like yourself,” you clasped your hands together dramatically and fluttered your lashes.

“Ew, disgusting, never call me that again.” Manny made a face. “But of course I’ll help you my beautiful little agoraphobe-”

“-Well that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“Start with just chatting like a regular-ass person. You know, basic shit like ‘hi, how are you, Frankie?’ Oh! I know! Invite him to brunch next week!”

“He doesn’t strike me as a brunch person.”

“How would you know? You said yourself you barely know him. Plus, I vote that we make brunch a night shift tradition. It would be downright rude not to invite him.”

“We’d have to invite the weekenders.”

“Absolutely not. Just the weeknight hotties.”

You rolled your eyes, but conceded. “Fine. I’ll invite him.” And then, desperate for a way out of the conversation, you asked; “anyway, how’re the kids?”

Manny brightened. “God, Junie, they’re amazing. There’s one kid, Charlotte, who’s basically a genius, no, she is a genius, who probably knows more about Mesopotamia than anyone I’ve ever met. And this other kid, Alex, he doesn’t talk much but when he does it’s so funny it makes you cry.”

You grinned at him. Over the years, Manny had become your best friend, and seeing him so happy made your heart swell. If anyone deserved it, it was him.

You spent most of the morning with Manny, the conversation between you flowing as easily as it ever had. The slight ache that had plagued you all week was instantly filled by the beautiful familiarity of your best friend and fries.

“Walk with me while I sober up?” You were teetering between tipsy and drunk after several mimosas, but you knew it would still piss Ethan off if you arrived home like that.

Manny threaded his arm through yours, taking your hand in his. You never really thought of yourself as a very physically affectionate person, sometimes the thought of being touched by Ethan made you feel ill, but holding hands with Manny didn’t feel so bad.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re gonna anyway,” Manny said.

You sighed. “Did you ever have any doubts about Ted?”

“Only once.”

You were surprised. “When?”

“When I found out he was lactose intolerant and actually avoided dairy.” And that’s where the surprise ended. “Why, are you having doubts about Ethan?”

“What? No, of course not, I was simply curious.”

Manny made a small Mmmhmm and glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. It didn’t matter if Manny believed you. You believed yourself, and that was what mattered, right?

~

“Sweets, I’m having a few people over tonight, okay?” Ethan stuck his head into the bathroom, taking in the sight of your naked body in the shower. Once upon a time, you would have invited him in. Now the thought of him disrupting your few minutes of peace made your skin prickle uncomfortably.

“How many?”

“A few.”

A few meant however many decided to show up. You waited until Ethan left before you let out a groan. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Ethan’s friends, it was just that . . . well that was exactly it, actually. They were loud and rude and entirely obnoxious. You didn’t like them at all.

It only took thirty minutes after their arrival for that dislike to truly be cemented. All too quickly your apartment stank of weed, the noise had reached levels that almost made you break out in hives.

You sequestered yourself out on the small balcony that connected to your bedroom, a blanket thrown over your shoulders and the other wrapped around your legs. You never tried to sleep during the night anymore, knowing it would only fuck up your rhythm for the rest of the week. Most of the time you hung out in the living room after Ethan had decided to go to bed, but faced with the choice of being surrounded by people you had an active disdain for, and sitting in the cold, you chose the cold.

It wasn’t so bad, you reasoned. Your coffee would stay hot in its flask, and if you got bored of your book, the people on the street would keep you reasonably entertained.

Every so often, your thoughts would drift. You didn’t like thinking about work on your weekends, but it felt like you could do nothing but. You thought of asking Frankie to brunch made you anxious. No . . . not anxious. Anxiety was a feeling you were well acquainted with. More excited. Excited at the possibility of him saying yes.

You drew your knees to your chest and stole a glance inside, almost expecting to see Ethan sitting on the bed giving you one of his accusatory looks that made you die a little inside. Instead, you saw the only unmade bed.

“Heeellloo beautiful!” A man on the street sang up to you, throwing you out of your thoughts and swinging on a lamp-post. From your position up on the balcony, you could see that he was the kind of handsome that made most people turn their heads. Even with the shiny black eye.

“You look like a queen on a throne with your blankets!”

The other man that was with him grabbed him by the arm, his voice drifting up to you. “Ben, you’re gonna get your ass beat again.”

You chuckled as the one named Ben blew you a kiss and was dragged away by his burly friend, waving to you until they turned the block.

Your eyes remained on that corner for a little longer, the occasional laugh bubbling up in your chest. It seemed absurd, that of all things a drunk idiot could make you giggle. You dealt with them fairly often in the diner and knew that most of them were harmless. Despite the black eye, that guy seemed the most harmless of them all.

With your thoughts back on the diner, you began to wonder about ways to make working with Frankie less painfully awkward. An awkwardness you were all too aware that came from your end.

You grabbed your phone and opened it up to your texts with Manny.

You: Should I make a jams playlist with Frankie?

It was almost three in the morning, but if you knew Manny (and you were fairly certain you did), he would be awake. You smirked slightly as his reply came before you could even go back to your book.

Manny: oh fuck yeah, won’t be as iconic as ours though.

You: That settles it. It’s going to be made, better than ours.

Manny: absolutely go fuck yourself for even thinking that

Manny: love you though

You threw back your head and laughed at this. Taking a sip of your coffee, you opened your Spotify and started to put together a playlist.

tagging: @maievdenoir @luvmeijii @phandoz @you-got-me-starry-eyed @sunnshineeexoxo

[queermoths]

10 people you want to know better

thanks for tagging me, @thastaris !!!!

relationship status: single as of the end of june 2022

favourite colours: i like nature greens!! like a mossy green or some green you could easily see in a forest

favourite foods: i really like caprese paninis and any food that involves mozzarella, basil, and tomatoes together. that shits the best

song stuck in my head: “your heart is a muscle the size of your fist” by ramshackle glory!

last thing you googled: peridontics because i read it and had no idea what it was

time: 10:46 am

dream trip: ireland!! specifically dublin since thats where my grandmother grew up before she moved to england

last thing you read: im constantly reading my script for richard iii since i am playing richard and need to get my lines down (not doing well at it lmao)

last book you enjoyed reading: 100% the “all for the game” series.

favourite thing to cook/bake: im not very good at cooking or baking as it overwhelms me, but one thing i consistently enjoy baking are cheese and rosemary scones!!

favourite craft to do in your free time: creative writing (hopefully this counts lol). recently i have mainly been writing poetry

most niche dislike: the sound of paper straws being forced through tiny openings in plastic cup lids (that awful squeak)

opinion on circuses: not a terribly strong opinion honestly but clowns are cool!!

do you have any sense of direction: absolutely not. i get lost all the goddamn time. eventually i can navigate certain areas if im used to them, but it takes a lot.

thank you @thastaris !!!!

and im tagging @noctude @spitesprite @eggl-rd @pansyfem @creetchure @t3rm1nus @problemcore

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

Paint My Spirit Gold

Dukeceit Week Day 2: Green/Yellow

Fans of the YouTubers "Deceit" and Remus "The Duke" Sanders start to suspect that maybe, just maybe, the two of them are more than simple internet pals.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 2187

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

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[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a watercolor-style painting of a snake. The snake appears to be made of melting chocolate, and there is a large bite taken out of its tail. Cherries and jam are leaking out of the snake at the bite wound. The snake's expression of horror is overly-exaggerated to the point of comedy. The caption reads: "liked your snake boi, @SerpenThyme. thanks for the inspo." /end ID]

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A notification ding cut Janus off mid-sentence. 

“Wow, someone left their cell phone on, so professional,” he said, giving the camera a dramatic eye roll. That someone was him, of course, because he was the only one in the apartment- just him and the running livestream- but that was no excuse not to be a drama queen about it. He finished wiping flour off his hands and grabbed his phone to silence it; but the notification made him pause. He flicked his eyes up toward the camera and gave a slight smirk.

“My goodness, I’m famous,” he drawled. “The Duke himself has graced little old me with some fan art.”

Most of the comments in the chat wanted him to show it, so Janus opened up Twitter to see the full post he’d been tagged in. It was a watercolor painting of the coiled-snake chocolate sculpture- lovingly named Jake by his viewers- he’d made for his YouTube video last week; it was wearing an expression of such comedic horror that Janus had to stifle a laugh. He flicked his phone screen toward the close-up camera on his counter so his viewers could see.

“How kind of you, Remus,” he said. “All of you should go scold him for what he’s done to poor Jake here.”

Most of his viewers would know he was joking- after all, they were the ones to nickname him Deceit when he provided neither a real or fake name for his online persona. They knew full well what he was like by now.

The oven timer dinged. Janus silenced his phone and set it aside.

“And our first batch of cookies is done. You know, why don’t we show the Duke some appreciation?”

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[ID: An Instagram post by user @SerpenThyme. The photo is an artistically-framed shot of a stack of sugar cookies with green, yellow, and pink icing. Propped up against the stack is another cookie, with an intricate icing-drawing of an octopus. The photo appears to have been color corrected to have high contrast, low saturation, and a dark vignette at the edges. The Instagram user @OctoDukie is tagged. No caption. /end ID]

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“You know, I have often been accused of actually being a little old lady, what with my fondness for knitted jumpers, rocking chairs, and incredibly fucked up murder mystery books. Today I am doing nothing to dispel this accusation, by making soup.”

The studio was dark and empty aside from Remus' workspace. Everyone else had left long ago, even his own brother, which meant that it was officially ass-o'clock in the morning (or, as most people called it, somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m.) But Remus was stuck in hyperfocus, honed in on putting the last touches on a commission that he'd been putting off for weeks. It's not that it was a tough painting- once he'd gotten started, it was actually a very creatively satisfying piece- but man, executive dysfunction could go suck a dick

“French onion soup, specifically. Because while I do like to pretend I am a classy bitch, I am also, regrettably, a lazy bitch with a distaste for anything that takes longer than one bottle of wine to make.”

Remus hated working in silence. It was stifling, almost suffocating. His brain needed noise like his lungs needed air. So when the studio had grown still and silent, Remus had flipped open his laptop and queued up some YouTube videos. 

“So we have here three pounds of onions that we need to slice up, pole to pole. You’re going to cry no matter what, so if you have any memories you’ve been repressing since middle school, now is an excellent time to dredge those up.” 

And if it happened to be 90% SerpenThyme videos, well. Sue him. 

“Now the first rule of caramelizing onions: fast and sloppy is always better than slow and thorough… at least, that’s what every man I’ve ever slept with tells me.”

Remus choked and glanced over to his laptop screen just in time to catch Deceit's trademark smirk directed at the audience just for a moment. It was the deadpan delivery that always got him. Remus could barely hold onto a joke long enough to get through it without cackling mid-punchline, but this fucker could say the funniest shit like an off-hand comment. 

He wiped his hands off on his jeans (what use were clothes if you couldn't use them as paint rags?) and pulled his laptop across the table.  He typed out a quick comment, citing the timestamp of the joke, and after it was posted, he shut his laptop. 

'Cause ass-o'clock was short for "get-your-ass-home-or-I’ll-kick-it" o'clock. 

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[ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comments section. The first comment is by user TheDuke, and reads: "10:42 wow, rude." The second comment is a reply by user SerpenThyme, and simply reads ";)" /end ID]

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Janus plopped down on the couch with a slight groan. He didn’t need to stream today, but he really hated missing days. Besides… he was fine. Really. 

He adjusted the camera until he was happy with the framing, and then checked the settings on his streaming software. Satisfied, he started the stream, and watched as his usual viewers rolled in. 

“What do you mean I’m not in my kitchen?” Janus drawled, addressing the chat. He glanced around with an expression of faux-shock on his face. “My goodness, when did that happen?”

He chuckled, and then gestured to his surroundings. “Yes, we are in my living room today. If you must know, my closest and most trusted friend tried to murder me today- yes, Virgil, it was attempted murder and nothing less- and I survived with nary a scratch… and a broken foot, but that is beside the point. Anyway, I’m not allowed to stand for long periods of time, and I may or may not be somewhat inebriated by pain pills and couldn’t stand even if I wanted to. So we are cooking from my couch today.”

Janus paused for a few moments to read the chat messages as they popped up. A few get well soon’s, a few theories about the “attempted murder,” Virgil- who moderated his chat for him- vehemently denying the “attempted murder” but otherwise refusing to clarify the event, and a large volume of wtf why are you streaming today, take care of yourself comments, which made him smile. But one particular comment caught his eye, almost lost amid the torrent of an active chat: wait this kinda looks like the Duke’s living room?

“Oh, VampSuga,” he said, addressing that commenter in particular with a slight smirk. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, since I can’t reach my oven from here, I thought some no-bake cookies were in order. For these you will need-”

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[ID: A screenshot of a Discord conversation. The text reads:

“VampSuga: Ok ok hear me out. Dukeceit. 

Starstruck96: who?

IneffableSnek: lmao

FeralBeauYasha: lol

VampSuga: Deceit and Remus Sanders! They’re totally dating. I will die on this hill. 

FeralBeauYasha: Isn’t the duke w/ PatPat?

IneffableSnek: no thats his brothers bf

FeralBeauYasha: ohh

VampSuga: Did anyone see Deceit’s stream today? I swear that’s the Duke’s livingroom. 

StarStruck96: idk that seems like a stretch

IneffableSnek: no wait i kno what u mean

IneffableSnek: im watching the duke’s old videos and that one where he shows off all his old weapons he’s in a living room kinda like deceit’s 

FeralBeauYasha: They were acting all cute on twitter too

VampSuga: DUKECEIT”  /end ID]

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"Hey guys, been a while since you've seen my face and not just whatever my hands are busy with, when it's within YouTube's terms and conditions I mean. They used to be way more lenient…" Remus trailed off for a moment, then shook his head sharply and plastered on a grin. 

"Anyway! In June me and a few other creators did a fundraiser for the Trevor Project, and y'all smashed the goal, so I let you decide what video I'd make this month." He paused, and gestured to the mountain of clothes piled behind him on the bed. "And you had so many juicy ideas to choose from, but you decided to dress me up like a Barbie instead."

Remus paused to scroll through his phone for a few moments. "Ah, ok, here we go. Twitter user YoonIsMyCat- oh, BTS, nice- sent in this first outfit. Uh… future Remus, put up the post here somewhere." He gestured vaguely to his right. "Y'all went with either a fuckton more clothes or a fuckton less clothes, which I respect. Apparently this outfit is called…” He squinted at his phone. “Amish chic? I take it back, no respect at all.”

Remus cycled through the outfits his viewers sent in, which ranged from the aforementioned “Amish chic” to “2008 rave attire” to “ok now you guys are just fucking with me” (which consisted of one of those big puffy snow coats, lime green in color; booty shorts with the shrug text emoji across the ass; fuzzy pink boots; and a yellow cowboy hat to top off the whole thing. It was awful. Remus loved it.) The mountain of clothes on the bed gradually became a mess of clothes spread across the floor instead, until there was just one outfit left. 

“Ok so Twitter user VampSuga sent me this outfit that I’m gonna call ‘sexy librarian.’ I couldn’t find this exact sweater online, but-” he paused for dramatic effect, before brandishing a sweater toward the camera like a bullfighter. “My boyfriend had something that was close enough.”

Remus hopped up from the bed and switched off the camera so he could change.

“They’re going to lose their minds,” a voice drawled from the doorway. Remus threw his shirt at him.

“Shoo, I’m getting naked.”

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[ID: A Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a selfie of YouTuber Remus “The Duke” Sanders, a Hispanic man with his hair dyed green and styled into a spiked mohawk. He is wearing a yellow knitted cardigan over a black button-up shirt. He is grinning widely at the camera. The caption reads: “my viewers pick my outfits! now live on youtube. go see what i look like as a sexy librarian!” /end ID]

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DukeceitStan

first and only dukeceit shipper ig

DukeceitStan

wow there’s so many of you now! Hi!!

DukeceitStan

i want this to be canon so bad omg

DukeceitStan

i mean just look

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[ID: A series of three gifs featuring Youtubers SerpenThyme, aka Deceit, and TheDuke, aka Remus Sanders. Deceit is a black man with long, dreadlocked hair, and vitiligo patches along the left side of his face. Remus is a Hispanic man with green-dyed hair styled into a mohawk, many ear and facial piercings, and tattoos covering both arms. Each gif is edited so that the highlights are tinged yellow when Deceit is seen, and tinged green when Remus is seen.

The first gif depicts a close-up shot of Deceit’s hands as he carefully decorates a cookie with green and yellow icing. The cookie art he is working on appears to be a half-finished octopus. The gif then fades into a mid-shot of Remus, with his back to the camera, facing a canvas. The canvas is blank, and Remus appears to be laying out paints on a table to his left. 

The second gif depicts Deceit seated at his couch, facing the camera. He has many ingredients spread across his coffee table (including oats, cocoa powder, and butter) and appears to be in the process of laying out several more. The gif fades to show Remus seated at a similar couch with a similar coffee table in front of him. The camera is angled slightly downward to better show the myriad of knives spread out across the table. Remus is gesturing wildly with a morning star held in his hand. 

The third gif depicts Deceit in his kitchen. He is pulling on a bright, yellow knitted cardigan, and smirking toward the camera. The gif fades to show Remus in his bedroom, seated on his bed. He is holding up a similar-looking cardigan toward the camera and grinning. /end ID]

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“Remus, it’s almost two in the morning. Come to bed.”

“I’m coming, sorry. Twitter distracted me.”

“Mm. I can’t believe the bird app is more distracting than I am.”

“You should try harder.”

“Come to bed and maybe I will.”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming. Hang on though, is it cool if I post this?”

“Sure. They figured it out anyway.”

“Sweet. Ok, Jannie, I’m coming.”

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[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It reads: “Dukeceit is canon.” /end ID] 

[trippic]

aye, lil 14 here, what the fuck's goin' on? if you’re on some fed’ shit - be my guest and snoop through the files under the read more. there you can find some basic info, a little glimpse of who’s rogue redd aka trippie. meanwhile, plots and connections are pretty much wanted and appreciated, you can find them somewhere there. stop by my IM, aigh’? 

full name :  rogue alexis redd

aka : trippie, tripp, lil 14

birthdate :  18 june, 1999

zodiac : ☼   𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪   ☽  𝘭𝘦𝘰   ✩   𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

sexuality :  straight

occupation :  hood pharmacist, gang member

hometown : inglewood, california

height : 5′6

tattoos : all over the face, neck and arms

distinguishing marks :  freckles, scars and bullet wounds

piercings :  ears

hair : red (sometimes blond, black or green) dreads

face tatts, hoodies with devil horns, lsd trips, diamond links with spikes, emo rap, 90s hip-hop, bags of weed, beanies, barbed wires, xxl magazine eye candies, anime, science books

+ / adventurous, dedicated, caring, confident, observant, sweet (hidden), kind (hidden).

- / reckless, venomous, emotionally unstable, possessive, bitter, impulsive, vengeful, stubborn.

rogue redd, known as trippie and lil 14, grew up in hyde park, and lived in inglewood his whole life. his father was in prison at the time of his birth, and his mother was left to raise him as a single parent. but, since his mother has been dealing with drug and alcohol abuse, rogue’s older brother, lamar redd, was more like a parent and took care of rogue. as their family had struggles with money, rogue followed after his brother’s footsteps and joined the gang at the very young age, which has been done behind lamar’s back since he didn’t want rogue to be involved with the streets. but, a “no” does not exist in trippie’s dictionary and he has no idea when to jam the brakes; a wild  mix of an extravert and a savage is slowly but surely leading rogue to shit loads of trouble. trippie is on a highway to be his father’s cellmate for life, which might be the best case scenario. the worst one, he is just digging the grave for himself. 

lamar knew his brother is much more than that. he has seen a bright and talented kid, not a gang banger or a walking trouble. lamar always wanted rogue to sing; he loved tripp’s unique voice. mar kept pushing ro to sing and write, and honestly, trippie wasn’t against it. it actually woke him up and opened his eyes on life. there’s something more besides the streets. and being all inspired and full of big dreams, trippie started to work on his vocals, until... lamar was killed in a fatal car accident. rogue knew damn well it wasn’t an accident; redd brothers had a lot of enemies and with the lifestyle they had, them accidents don’t happen out of nowhere. curtains got closed for rogue, his dreams immediately disappeared and he gave up on everything. it was literally “a fuck it” to everything. later on trippie got locked up 3rd degree burglary with a firearm, and spent a year in the prison cell and got out only recently. as for now, he still remains in the gang and stays inside of his house cooking some drugs and experimenting with them.

if you’re going to take a look at his personal life and his relationships, you might notice a strange pattern; those, who trippie used to love the most end up either dead or as his enemies. all the romantic relationships he used to have ended up on a very bad note. same with his best friends; two of them dead, one of them turned into an enemy and snitched on trippie in the court, confirming that rogue is involved with fnb gang. so is it his curse, to lose everyone he loves, or is it just him ruining lives and relationships due to his crazy and unstable self? or, is it self-destruction? find out in the next episode of Life Is A Trip.

WANTED CONNECTIONS : ex-girlfriend/ fuck buddy/ client/ brother or sister from another mother/ misunderstood situation / ex-friend / close friend/ crush from the past

[hazbinhotelcanon]

Voxtagram posts - 16 June 2020 to 30 June 2020

These are all the “in character” posts & comments from the Helluva/Hazbin accounts that have recently been popping up on Instagram. Comments from other people aren’t included unless characters interact with them. Since Instagram doesn’t have a chronological feed & timestamps show only the date on posts older than 24 hours, I’ve listed the posts as close to chronologically as I can reconstruct.

I’ve seen tons of fans expressing annoyance/frustration at trying to keep up with these in character Instagram accounts and their new lore and plots. That’s the top reason I started this blog. If you want to see my ongoing logs of the in character Instagram posts, follow @hazbinhotelcanon​!

I’m gonna call these “Voxtagram posts” instead of “Instagram posts” because Hazbin/Helluva Hell's equivalents to our social media sites were apparently named for Vox—Voxtagram, Voogle, VoxTube, Voxcarto—so I’ll use that for the in-universe posts.

Since this is the first “Voxtagram” post, I’ve got a big disclaimer on how “canon” this material is; I’ll put it at the bottom of this post. First, the actual art!

Canon accounts featured in this post: just Blitzo (blitzorodeo) and Stolas (daddy_hoothoot).

16 June 2020

blitzorodeo Here at the stable!!! #horsethings #itwasonly5$$$$$$$$ #selfie❤️ #😈😈😈😈

17 June 2020

blitzorodeo I just cant choose what name to give my horse!! They’re just so good! Which is your favorite 🥺😈😛 #namesrhard #icantwaittowriteitdownagain

19 June 2020

blitzorodeo My horse and I went to the living world. How do you people deal with all this blue

janegumball Blitz, show us your horse blitzorodeo @janegumball 😮👏😢🙌😔 janegumball @blitzorodeo so no horse? Damn... 😔 blitzorodeo @janegumball Push pin (my horse) and i have a special relationship, you cant just ask for pictures of my horse

20 June 2020

blitzorodeo I got new riding boots!! My horse coupon 2.0 picked them out for me! :0) BT dubs, i changed my horses’ name to coupon 2.0

megan25gothiqueimmortel Youre awesome like always Blitzy blitzorodeo @megan25gothiqueimmortel 😍😍😍 yes i am good thanks 😋💖💕❤️

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A post shared by Blitzō (@blitzorodeo) on Jun 20, 2020 at 1:40am PDT

blitzorodeo

Watching my favorite movie with my horse!!

#movienight🥺 #spiritismyfavmovie

blitzorodeo Maxipad and i can’t get enough of these lil iced bitches 🥰😛😋 BTdubs i renamed my horse to maxipad dont flame me 🔥🔥🔥 #icedcofee #mmmmiloveicedcoffee #donttslktomebeforeihavemycoffree

markzillow655 I feel like Blitz put some drugs in that drink blitzorodeo @markzillow655 its just iced coffee 😬

janegumball What name is on your horse’s birth certificate? blitzorodeo @janegumball 😳 thats a secret 😗❤️

watsurdamage dont tslk to me before i have my coffree probablyfakeblonde @watsurdamage leave him alone, he just wants to enjoy time with his horse watsurdamage @probablyfakeblonde what horse blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde 😔

21 June 2020

blitzorodeo WENT TO THE MOOOOVVVIIIEEESSSS!! 🥴 it was lame, no horses in this movie 😑👎 it suuuuxxxxxxx!!! Anyways my horses new name is nail polish #moxxiehasstinyPP #iatrtheirpopcorm #illreviewthrmovielater

lordskelecat Pics of the horse or it doesn’t exist blitzorodeo @lordskelecat YOU CANT JUST ASK FOR PICS OF MY HORSE!!! DONT FLAME ME!!! 🔥🔥🔥

blitzorodeo Throw back to last years halloween costume!!! My horse Latex glove said i should post it :0) Oh yea my horses new name is latex glove #iusedlotsofmakeuponmyhorns #andotherplaces;) #donthugmeillloosemymakeuponyou

akira282006 Isn't it in those clothes that blitzo appears in a Hazbin hotel scene?. By the way great costume👌 blitzorodeo @akira282006 i had to look fancy at the stufio 😎

markzillow655 That is awesome looking ngl blitzorodeo @markzillow655 😎🔥

22 June 2020

blitzorodeo My horse and i found this in Moxxies closet! LOOOL!!! Im pretty sure moxxie cant pull it off like Tupperware can. My horses new name is tupperware BTW🥺😎👍❤️ #bigdickenergyproblemslol #myjorsesnsmeistupperware #stolaseatmyass

radio_demon_husk He wouldn’t know about virginity after all he did sleep with stolas blitzorodeo @radio_demon_husk who the fuck is stolas

yaelgilbert He low-key kinda hot tho. blitzorodeo @yaelgilbert 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

blitzorodeo GOD DAMN IT!! They gave me fucking HOT COFFEE!! 👿🔥 this is bullshit im about to to full karen on their asses!! BTdubs, my horses name is ICED COFFEE WHICH IS WHAT I WANTED!!! #bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit!!!!

hellishgirly34 Do you like Moxxie xD? Spit the tea! blitzorodeo @licoholics nah he’s stinky.

23 June 2020

blitzorodeo Having my hotdog that my horse recommended. This guy wont stop talking to me. I changed my horses name to keystroke #thightuesday❤️😈 #hotdogtimeisagoodtime

yaelgilbert You gonna slurp that mustered off your lap or can I? blitzorodeo @yaelgilbert I want a happy meal first

blitzorodeo In a meeting rn, i love these filters LOL! My horse chose this filter :0) Their name is now snimmer~ #moxxieisatotalbabe #thattaghas100+onit #proovesmoxxieisbaby #:)😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

janegumball Snimmer is a dumb name 👎 blitzorodeo @janegumball 🔥👿👎🔥

blitzorodeo Feeling cute today, calling my horse on an old clamshell phone! 😈❤️🌟#foundthisoldshotinaboxlol #missusingmyclalmshells

daddy_hoothoot My eyes have been blessed to see my dear Blitzy like this! You’re always so adorable.

bryan_fedrix what's the horse's name now? blitzorodeo @bryan_fedrix THANK YOU FOR ASKING, the name is shrinkwrap

25 June 2020

daddy_hoothoot Octavia said I needed an instagram account and surprised me this morning. Am I doing this right? #nofilter #wokeuplikethis

blitzorodeo 👎 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo Oh, Blitzy, you know you love seeing this in the morning❤️❤️❤️ blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot 😔 not a horse

blitzorodeo 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

edwar_17_art Birb father daddy_hoothoot @edwar_17_art I’m not quite sure what a “birb” is but I am indeed a father. And a very proud one at that.

boiled_trash Daddy hoot hoot? Can you be my daddy~? daddy_hoothoot @boiled_trash I’m sorry, I already have a daughter

blitzorodeo Stolas came over and asked for my horse cook but snowcone (my horse) isn’t interested. 🥴👿😑

blitzorodeo BTW my horse is a master chef 🔥

daddy_hoothoot My, what a lovely pair of legs those are!

blitzorodeo At the pool with my horse! We both have pool floaties we stole from some kid together 🥺🔥😈

daddy_hoothoot Oh! You’re in the pool? blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot ................................. no........................... boiled_trash @karlaanimatesyt stolas is bout to join him karlaanimatesyt @boiled_trash Not it I get there first and stop him! 🤠 It’s our job to protect blitzo >:0!! blitzorodeo @karlaanimatesyt finally i have a human shield jaquiialeworld @daddy_hoothoot Stolas, I know how to make blitzo surrender to you, give him a horse blitzorodeo @jaquiialeworld i already have a horse 👎

wolf.nerd.geek Also Blitzo is so cute that face he is making can you send me a link to this pic please blitzorodeo @wolf.nerd.geek this is my selfie 😑🔥

thorns521 How do you feel about Stolas’s new account Blitzø? blitzorodeo @thorns521 I can never post a thigh pic again... daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo Don’t let me get in the way of you showing the world those hot thighs 😉

vinfer8 Who took the picture? 🤔 blitzorodeo @vinfer8 obviously my horse

boiled_trash What does your horse’s pool float look like? blitzorodeo @boiled_trash looks like a dragon 🐉

karlaanimatesyt Wow.... :0 What’s your horses name today? :D I’m interested!! blitzorodeo @karlaanimatesyt pool noodle 😎

nightmurr 🥺💕 you have such a cute little smile i- blitzorodeo @nightmurr 😎

princess_.ee Whats your horses name? blitzorodeo @princess_.ee FINALLY SOMEONE ASSKKED. Its Noodle, pool noodle

26 June 2020

daddy_hoothoot I spy a cutie 😈🥰 @blitzorodeo

pipunpkin i spy a SIMP daddy_hoothoot @pipunpkin If a “SIMP” means Sexy Imp then yes

watsurdamage Suspiciously with no horse... 👀 blitzorodeo @watsurdamage he went to use the bathroom obviously watsurdamage @blitzorodeo obviously boiled_trash @blitzorodeo where’s his pool float then??? watsurdamage @boiled_trash @blitzorodeo I think they’ve got you there blitz daddy_hoothoot @watsurdamage no one needs to pick on my Blitzy. If he says there was a horse there, there was a horse there.

blitzorodeo New icon fr da newme (My horse, typo, wrote that for me)

daddy_hoothoot 😘

maro.drawings blitzo your photos are always beautiful 👌💖 but I need to ask you something .... how much does a domicile murder cost? blitzorodeo @maro.drawings you have to get a consultation if you want a priiicceeeee 🔥

blitzorodeo So.. Remember, bushes are great places to hide... my horse, dixxie cup, hid in the bush next to me #hidingforgoodreasonslol #itskindafunnybutalsonotbecauseimstuckinabush #updatelateronthebushsituation

daddy_hoothoot Oh dear

janegumball Dixie Cup is a dumb dumb name 👎 horse name 0/10 blitzorodeo @janegumball DONT FLAME MEEEEE!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

sirnasteryg87 is your horse okay? (´；д；`) blitzorodeo @sirnasteryg87 dixie cup is doin just fine, were both hiding in the

27 June 2020

blitzorodeo ok update, I was able to escape the bushes and I got an iced coffee, I'm fine looooool. My horse (named latex glove) also got one too. I think we'll come here more often to get coffeeeee #tastyasfuckman #iloveicedcoffeeitstasty

daddy_hoothoot Hope you’re enjoying the living world, Blitzy! Can’t wait to see you when you get back! blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot yea yea....

maichyartnoodles You look like you are doing an Ahegao, wtf?! blitzorodeo @maichyartnoodles weeb

thesydinator Just add some beta blockers with that iced coffee, and bam: you’re completely hammered blitzorodeo @thesydinator now THAT sounds like an idea 😎😎😍😍

ant_arts_entertainment I love horses blitzorodeo @ant_arts_entertainment this guy gets me

king_leb72 Damn why were you in the bushes blitzorodeo @king_leb72 i have my motives, im a pro

blitzorodeo This is the piñata that reminded me of moxxie LOL. Tortilla chip (my horse) said to give it to mills, I think she’d love it 🤣😈

daddy_hoothoot It’s cute but not quite as cute as a certain imp I know 😏 😈 angelmadefromhell @daddy_hoothoot Moxxie? daddy_hoothoot @angelmadefromhell Which one of the little ones are they? blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot Just remember our agreement and you can call me whatever you want... ill see you at 8 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo Can’t wait! 😘

janegumball You took my name suggestion. If you change it again I’m afraid I’m gonna have to report your account. blitzorodeo @janegumball wtffff!!!!!

daddy_hoothoot Had myself a bit of a spook. Still not quite used to this phone. #dadprobs 🦉

blitzorodeo Use a filter daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo I’ll keep that in mind for next time

hellishgirly34 Stolas, why Blitzo was hiding in a bush? daddy_hoothoot @bluepatata I’m not quite sure. I tried to call him but he didn’t pick up.

daddy_hoothoot Got to spend the day with Octavia. 💖🖤#prouddad #saturdaysaremadefordads

ballora_x Wait, I have a good question, how can you're daughter hear everything in the Headsets wale she doesn't have ears? daddy_hoothoot @ballora_x we’re in Hell, dear. Living world logic doesn’t apply.

ricardo_silis_garcia_ I came to ask for your daughter's hand daddy_hoothoot @ricardo_silis_garcia_ not my hand to give. Besides she’s far too young for matrimony.

28 June 2020

blitzorodeo I drew a picture of msyulef as a horse :) im such a a creative guy!! my given horse name from my horse (Renamed to flavor dust) is blitzo2. if you translate it it's whIIIINNENEEE nay bRRRRRR HEEERRGH. #whatsyourhorsiename #stolasdontotinteract

blitzorodeo Im such a good artist boiled_trash @blitzorodeo you’re not a good artist, you’re an amazing one! blitzorodeo @boiled_trash 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍YOURE 👏 RIGHT👏👏👏

daddy_hoothoot You’re always so talented with your hands, Blitzy!

sugar.weaver My horse name is Tiny Whore - or Horse... I'm not fluent yet and they're pretty similar sounds... In horse that's PBBBF.. NNNEEHHHHHEH BPFF! BPFF! (The exclamation points are important to the translation) blitzorodeo @sugar.weaver i liked this 3 times. Your horse name is perfect PBBBF NNNNNEEEHHHEH BPPFF BPFFF, fucking amazing sugar.weaver @blitzorodeo Thank you so much, whIIIIINNENEEE nay bRRRRRR HEEERRGH, but you forgot my exclamation points and called me Clammy Ankles 😔😔😔 blitzorodeo @sugar.weaver i was being informal but ill remember next time 😔

momgimmeoreo How did you learn how to draw, Blitz? blitzorodeo @momgimmeoreo im just talented

beetle.ghosts omg you're so talented blitzorodeo @beetle.ghosts ❤️❤️❤️😍❤️😍❤️❤️❤️😍😍❤️❤️😍😍

andonijean Oh wow! This is a piece of art! I'll give you one hundred of apples for it~ blitzorodeo @andonijean WOW GIMMUE APPLE

aateabee Gosh, I wish my art was as good as yours, Blitzo. I feel unworthy when I look at your art. blitzorodeo @aateabee ❤️😎❤️😎❤️😎❤️😎❤️😎😎😎

aitesound666 I Love you art，will you draw moxxie as a horse? blitzorodeo @aitesound666 i should....!!!!!

karlaanimatesyt Blitzo! >:0 I LOVE YOUR ART, YOU ARE SUCH A GODDESS! Will you ever do more art? :D I would love to see some more! blitzorodeo @karlaanimatesyt wow.... yes... ill post more art 😍😍❤️😍❤️

boiled_trash Love your art, Blitzo! Have you considered doing commissions? blitzorodeo @boiled_trash im thinjing of opening them soon :)

kaldraws8280 Oh you should hang it on moxxies fridge! I bet hed love it! blitzorodeo @kaldraws8280 hed better....

leoleochleoleo you draw yourself as a horse because you like to lay on your fours for the old owl 7u7? blitzorodeo @leoleochleoleo FIRST OF ALL. Im a top, and second, i draw myself as a horse because its my SPIRIT animal >:(

blitzorodeo Some requests!! You guys really like my art 😋 i worked really hard on moxxies horsiebdrawing. He doesnt HAVE a horse name. Its just moxxie. My red crayon ran out i only had blue dont flame me preps

daddy_hoothoot 💖💖💖💖💖💖🥺!!! blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot its from that time you choked on a rat bone 🦴 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo I still absolutely adore it! daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo There’s only one bone I enjoy choking on 😏 blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot STOLAS

megadoomed Do you take constructive criticism blitzorodeo @megadoomed no

nightmurr AN ART GOD 😳😳 blitzorodeo @nightmurr 😎🔥 i am really good at art

aitesound666 I think you deserve this 🙌🙌👏👏👏 blitzorodeo @aitesound666 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

useful.crew.too Your drawings and pictures bring me such joy!! blitzorodeo @useful.crew.too 😍❤️

mr_unknown15632 Your art work is amazing not gonna lie, the second drawing looks exactly like moxxie blitzorodeo @mr_unknown15632 doesnt it??????? 🙌🙌🙌

whereareallmyenchiladas honestly at this point put “artist” in ur bio🥺 ur art is way too good to not be recognized blitzorodeo @whereareallmyenchiladas so right

29 June 2020

blitzorodeo My horse, who i renamed to smart phone, said I should wear sunglasses. I trust my horses opinion :} #sunglassesonfunsout #ifuckinglovewearingsunglassesyoucantseewhatimthinking #galaxybrainzriseup

bootyprince damn u single bb? blitzorodeo @bootyprince always up for a good time 😎

aateabee Where’d you get the glasses from? I’d really like a pair like that! blitzorodeo @aateabee at my local sunglasses hut

blitzorodeo stolas sent me this picture earlier... not sure what he was trying to do but i think the camera went off after he posed.

daddy_hoothoot Oh! This is embarrassing. blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot 🤧

bootyprince send him one back blitzorodeo @bootyprince maybe i will....... blitzorodeo @blitzorodeo NOT daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo 🥺

blitzorodeo just saw Antz... Z reminds me WAAYYY too much of Moxxie... #pleaseshutuppleaseshutup

daddy_hoothoot I always feel amazing after a good preening 🦉❤️ #fluffyisthebest

blitzorodeo I came back for my left glove thats all 🔥🔥 daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo If you want to come by for the other one, we can watch one of those horse movies you enjoy 🐴

blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot ............... spirit........ ill bring my VHS but NOTHING FUNNY daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo I’ll get popcorn!

30 June 2020

daddy_hoothoot Movie night with Blitzy! 😈🦉🍿

blitzorodeo SPIRIT IS A VERY EMOTIONAL MOVIE

deparkjimin COUPLE GOALS.! They should get married now.❤️❤️❤️ blitzorodeo @deparkjimin we are NOT A couple! saquesealchingada @blitzorodeo That's what everyone says, what do you say Stolas? daddy_hoothoot @saquesealchingada I... It’s complicated

leoleochleoleo I thought that old man didn't know how to use netflix 0: daddy_hoothoot @leoleochleoleo Blitzy brought a VHS

mistress_of_insanity Are ya watchin' porn or somethin'? 👀🔥 blitzorodeo @mistress_of_insanity 👎👎👎👎👎 NO ITS SPIRIT

natycolrange OhHH we can Finaly see the Horse!! 🌟🌟 blitzorodeo @natycolrange its just a horse figurine, my horse went to the shitter

blitzorodeo I went to Mcdonalds and Mccucked this human womans wife lol. My horse said it was my charms and my daddy fingers. too bad I'm wild and free babybeeee #ihadamcflurryandlarrrggeeefries #cantfuckintamemeimfree #likespiritthehorse

daddy_hoothoot Oh...

trysteropup Need an imp with daddy fingers in my life blitzorodeo @trysteropup this is my absolute favorite comment

mr_unknown15632 My main question is, what’s your horses name? blitzorodeo @mr_unknown15632 THANK YIU FOR ASKINGGGG!!! Thr name is flame proof, cuz nobody can burn this biatch

hat_flap Hey Daddy Finger blitzorodeo @hat_flap hey baby maker

yaelgilbert At least return her horse frame to her. blitzorodeo @yaelgilbert NO.

probablyfakeblonde STOP STEALING MY SHIT!!! YOULL NEVER BE LIKE SPIRIT blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde DONT FLAME ME JUST CUZ I HAVE DADDY FINGERS AND YOU DONT! watsurdamage @blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde I mean he’s right blitzorodeo @watsurdamage @probablyfakeblonde cucked again probablyfakeblonde @watsurdamage @blitzorodeo honey please don’t do this, he’s already stolen my beautiful framed horse picture, I can’t lose you too 🥺 blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde its mine now, and im wild and free, cant tame me watsurdamage @blitzorodeo @probablyfakeblonde you heard him, like Miley he can’t be tamed

daddy_hoothoot A pleasant afternoon tea with my wife 😢

daddy_hoothoot Sorry, I meant to put 😌

aitesound666 Ok，a question。Who took the picture?😮 daddy_hoothoot @aitesound666 Butler

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blitzorodeo I tried animating and it’s sucks

janegumball Everyone in the comments is trying to spare your feelings, and you know it blitzorodeo @janegumball i think ur just jealous thet im amazing

blitzorodeo Loonie and I went out to the city! my horse Dominator got us there! :) #horseinthecityha #betterthanataxiiii #itfuckinfreeeee

daddy_hoothoot How cute, Blitzy! Perhaps someday we can arrange a little play date. I think our daughters would very much enjoy it. blitzorodeo @daddy_hoothoot Loona might be a little too old to do play dates.. daddy_hoothoot @blitzorodeo it’s more of an expression than an actual play date, Blitzy. I simply think they may get along.

bootyprince she looks just like u blitzorodeo @bootyprince the resemblance is uncanine

And that’s all the June posts!!

So! Since this is the first Voxtagram post, lemme include the big ol’ disclaimer that’s going to apply to all of these posts: we don’t yet know how canon these accounts are.

This is why they’re broadly accepted as canon: as far as I have been able to track back (correct me if you know better & have a source!), the first of these accounts, Blitzo’s, was found by fans because Vivzie followed it when it was brand new. Since then, new accounts have been discovered as they follow/interact with each other. Some official artists have interacted “in character” with the accounts. The accounts accurately announced when the “Addict” music video was going to come out, and some art posted before “Addict” used imagery that was also used in the music video. So either the accounts are definitely made by the canon creators or else being made by somebody who’s got inside access to the creators.

But, as far as I have seen, nobody on the Hazbin crew has taken credit for running them. More importantly, nobody has said how canon the blogs are. Maybe every image/word posted by these accounts is 100% accurate/canonical; or maybe the art is canon but the roleplaying in the comments is noncanon goofy fanservice; etc. We don’t know yet. It appears safest to say these accounts are probably mostly canon—but take it with a grain of salt.

So until we’re directly informed how canon the Voxtagram accounts are, Voxtagram posts are going to be tagged “#semi canon” (the same tag I’ll be using for stream transcripts) to indicate that it appears to be info coming from the creators, but it may or may not still be canon/accurate by the time the full shows and comics are released.

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Loonatics Unleashed.

A human high school au.

This will take place Before, During and After the Meoter. I read on Wikipedia how they are all Teens and I thought well why weren't they in high school. So in this they are and Zaldavia is making they all ( especially Danger) Stay in school. No idea for title yet. I'll give Character description instead. They all have the same powers as the show. By the way Rev Lexi and Danger are all girls. All the Loonatics move in o the same towee after getting their powers. Rip lives with them.

Samson " Slam" Tasmanian. = 16 years of age Born May 6th. 2756. The Rock's body with Dark brown hair. Tanned skin as he is a mixed Australian. Dark Brown eyes. When in his costume his Hair and Eyes turn Purple. He lived in Tasmania until his parents moved him to America. Kinda bitter as he loves his home and finds The US to not be as enchanting. Kinda got into alot of fights so his parents signed him up for wrestling in high school. He's terrified of spiders and loves cooking. ( cooking helps him relieve stress) Hopes to be a chef someday.

Thomas " Tech" Coyote= 16 years of age. Born September 8 2756. Looks like Christian Grey with Light Brown hair and olive green eyes. In uniform hair and eyes turn Emerald Green. As a kid with Asperger's he was homeschooled all his life. Until his parents decided it would be best for there son to learn how to socialize. As he was spending way to much time in there basement. And after watching a movie about a psychopath who was in the same boat as Tech they decided it be best to put there son in high school. Terrified of Public Speaking. Loves to invent. Hopes to become a Inventor for Science.

Alexander " Ace" Bunny. = 15 years of age. Born July 27th 2755. Zac Efron look. Ice blue hair and Grey blue eyes. Hair and eyes turn yellow when in uniform. Lives in a large mansion with his 12 siblings he is the baby. He also lives with his cousin Lexi who is an only child. So neither can understand why one ( Ace) would want to get away from his siblings while Lexi wishes she had siblings. Both are extremely close though. So close people think they are dating to Ace's embarrassment. Ace's Father constantly pressures him to go to the Army. Depite the fact he wants to be a Stunt Actor. Fears snakes. Loves Martial arts and meditation.

Rayn " Rev" Runner= 15 years of age. Born June 23rd ( Sonic the hedgehog birthday) 2755. Think a human female version of Sonic. Blue hair in high bun and emerald green eyes. Hair and eyes turn red when in uniform. Lives with her Mom and Dad who hate the coyote family as one of their ancestors was a gang member who killed a Runner ancestor. Has ADHD and a kid brother who was paralysed from the legs after a freak accident. Ma runner likes shopping and often ignores her children so Rev practically raises Rick " Rip" he is 8 in this fic. Pa runner constantly pressures her into joining the family business and is emotionally abusive to her and rip. He also is constantly trying to marry her off to one of his friends who is kinda perverted. She is claustrophobic and loves to run. Hopes to become an Olympic Runner.

Lexi Bunny. 15 years of age born 26 of Oct. 2755. Looks like your average blonde teenage girl. hair in two pigtails in back that she ties in a ponytail. Green eyes. hair and eyes turn pink. her top part still in yellow for unknown reasons while in uniform. As mentioned above she lives with Ace. She is constantly trying to be popular which isn't easy as she is bullied because she is a rich blonde girl. So people judge her to be like every other girl like her. Terrified of the ocean but loves listening to music. Hopes to become a famous singer.

Danielle " Danger" Duck. 14 years of age. Born 17 of April 2754. Kinda rebel teen look. Black hair she wears down to her shoulders and ocean blue eyes. Hair and eyes turn orange when in uniform. Growing up was never easy. Her parents were killed right in front of.her by a bunch of of guys wearing clown masks at age 5. Then she went through several abusive foster homes. Physically Mentally Emotionally and Sexually abusive foster homes from ages 5 to 12. Lived in the orphanage since then. Lost hope of ever finding a family. She often gets bullied and can't read or spell due to the trauma she went through. Has an extremely hard time trusting others. Terrified of clowns. Loves Swimming. Hopes to be a lifeguard after saving someone from drowning.

Zaldavia. An 32 year old human alien. Her backstory is the same. .She is a Good boss and a mother figure to all. She ends up Adopting Rev Rip and Danger. Fears anyone hurting her Loonatics and loves to dance.

These are my Loonatics Unleashed Human au character profile. To be honest I don't know if Im gonna do a story or not. But this has been on my mind for the past 3 months and i need to get it out. I hope you like.

[cybertronian-cupid]

HOOOOOO BOY HOWDY can't wait to see what you two can cook up! new blogs get me so excited ^~^ i've got sO MANY prompts and ideas but i don't want to flood y'all with anything, so lets start out with some lovin' on my main man ratchet? can be sfw or nsfw, im a whore for domestic or rough stuff ;)

[Ah, Ratchet! A good friend, an amazing lover, a doting dad, a bot of many talents!

We decided to go with TFP Ratchet since you didn't specify which one exactly ;3]

Most bots can control the amount of heat their frames produce, but medics are the most skilled in this department and can redirect the flow od heat anywhere they want/need to.

As such Ratchet can work wonders with his servos, since he can make them as warm as needed to ease any of the discomforts plaguing those around him.

Once he decides to actually study human anatomy (with June Darby being of great assistance), he opens a side buisness… It was supposed to be a secret hobby of sorts, but both June and anyone he helped insisted he should take at least some form of payment…

Raf made an ad for him, and this is what the fliers June gives out to anyone at the hospital who seems trustworthy.

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"Are you suffering from back pains? Just your general discomforts from daily stress? How about cramps? Maybe from an old injury or a work accident? Any other problems that just aren't going away?

Well, take our hand and call RatchetsMagicHands on XXX-XXX-XXXX, to make an appointment!

Here are some reviews from our happy customers: (flip the flier, please and thank you)

"You're in good hands!" - June Darby

"Gotta hand it to the man, he knows how to help you when growth spurts hit" - Jack Darby

"Hands down, best massage you'll ever get!" - Miko Nadakai

"By Washingtons underpants, I haven't been able to dance Electric Slide since the 80s! This man put his hands on me, did a click, did a tap, and now I can slip, slide and jive like back in the good ol' days! - Will A. F.

"Grumpy, but puts the spring back in your step" - A. Cee

"I'd been recovering from some nasty stuff when I came to Ratchet. Thanks to him, I can walk and smash things just like before, if not better! Handy guy to have in your coms" - B. Head

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He does have to start using a holoform at that time, because Fowler may dance like his younger self again, but there is no way the Pentagon would approve of an alien offering free treatments.

To say it was a love at first touch may sound kinky, but in all truth, once the two of you start dating, and later living together, he really shows you all those hands can do. ;)

And the first time you ask him if he'd like you to return the favour after helping you work out some tight knots in your back, he is a flustered mess. Ends up enjoying it very much though, and will get excited if you offer it again.

When he is comfortable enough to show you what he really looks like, that's when you two start doing biology and physiotherapy lessons in your bedroom. It did start out innocent enough, but if you push a few buttons, tug at some cables or jiggle a valve juuuust right... Then the lessons become very hands on~

[chaotic-neutral-toga]

i’ve spent the entire time since my last post on this and holy fuck i want to fall into a coma

um okay i just thought up a zodiac based story plot thing and uyvbuhyb

okay so there’s this god-like thing but not exactly gods, i guess the “souls” of concepts, maybe?? so like those ones are infinite, not really but like they are, it’s confusing on purpose, but the zodiac are one of a kind each, Thing is they’re kinda destructive. Some do it because they can/want to, some do it because they don’t understand what’s wrong with it (they weren’t really ‘disciplined” or “taught”, so morality is kinda lost on them), and some are more kind, but still dangerous. In classic story fashion, they get sent down to the human world to become accustomed to morals, ethics, and just having a more grounded life. anyway characters

Pisces is autistic (yes im projecting a little) and destruction was the her way of stimming (other than snuggling in a hug with someone). When she gets to Earth, she does things that are “weird” to humans, since out of all of the zodiacs, she has the hardest time grasping the concept of the human world besides stuff she already knew(water and other stuff her sign rules). She’s fairly kind and compassionate, but has no tolerance for liars or anyone that gets on her bad side, which is a side even Aries sweats over. She likes puns (once they’re explained to her), and never understands innuendos or dirty jokes unless they’re really obvious. [Colors for her design: Mauve, Lilac, Violet, Sea Green. Closest Relationships: Virgo and Taurus. Human Name: Clementine.] Panromantic Demisexual

Aries is a bit reckless/destructive, to the point of idiotic sometimes, but he really does have the best intentions with most things he does. You can’t really blame someone for not knowing what they shouldn't do when they were never taught they had limits or boundaries that could be pushed. He can be bossy at times, but it’s usually because he knows his fellow Zodiacs well, and he can tell when they need someone to tell them what to do before they end up arguing over different ideas. Fire is the element he rules over, therefore it was one of the few human concepts he knew, so he took a quick liking to smores; it’s a sweet thing made over fire, what’s not to love? When he’s not riled up over something, he’s just a really passionate and affectionate friend. He identifies as an Androgynous Trigender, sometimes feeling like a boy, sometimes a girl, and sometimes agender, while preferring to use he/him pronouns. [Colors for his design: Red why the fuck does he only get 1 color wtf is this inequality. Closest Relationships: Libra and Leo. Human Name: Everett.] Aromantic Asexual(will kiss the homies uwu)

Taurus is pretty calm, but they can and will destroy you(verbally). They speak their mind and try their best to be honest, even if the truth is painful or undesirable. When dealing with problems, he keeps a straight face(facade or not), but lets his emotions out when it’s over (aka pouting as Cancer give them calming head pats). Because they’re one of the only ones who took to cooking (and one of the quickest to become relatively easily-adjusted to Earth), at times, they tend to be in a sort of parental role when interacting with the others. They can get frustrated with too much stress (aka more calming head pats), but they can usually work through it well enough. When it comes to love, he becomes flustered surprisingly easy, though this is technically hypothetical, as they haven’t encountered any romantic situations yet. Upon coming to Earth, Taurus discovered he’s allergic to reptiles, especially snakes, which makes his friendship with Scorpio, who will not give up his precious boop noodle, a bit rocky. He uses he/they pronouns. [Colors for his design: Green, Pink. Closest Relationships: Scorpio and Cancer. Human Name: Beau, pronounced Bo.] Gay

Gemini was probably the most optimistic of the bunch when they were first sent to Earth; she isn’t reckless, but she does live for the thrill. She has fun watching drama as long as it’s just harmless bickering, and she’ll stop any serious fights. She's a bit slow at reading the air sometimes, which is one of the few things that make her feel insecure. Even if she comes off as prideful or uncaring, she truly does treasure all her friends, and would move mountains for them. She is an ADHD Lesbian, so she has the awful pun of GA(Y)DHD. [Colors for her design: Light-Green, Yellow. Closest Relationships: Sagittarius and Aquarius. Human Name: Mikaela.] Lesbian

Virgo has a somewhat obvious crush on Pisces- not everyone knows, but it’s not rocket science for the observant ones- and Pisces thinks he’s just being a really great friend.(Virgo: I am stoic and distant and won’t open my heart to anyone. Pisces: Hi! Virgo: FUCK-). It’s easy for him to stress or obsess over something, and not give himself any room for imperfection. He’s one of the less outwardly destructive zodiacs, but internally, he tries to do too much and puts too much pressure on himself, which is never a good thing to do. Sometimes due to stress, he’ll isolate himself for a bit, but he gets very touch-starved very easily.. which makes it even more confusing how the snugly Pisces doesn't notice his feelings. [Colors for his design: Grey, Beige, Pale-Yellow. Closest Relationships: Pisces and Cancer. Human Name: Ezra.] get em boys, we found a Hetero

Libra is a quiet one, usually collecting information from afar before interjecting. He likes being helpful since he’s aware that he sometimes overthinks interaction. Asking him questions can be confusing, as he usually answers with simple “yes”’s and “no”’s. He enjoys reading fairytales; no real reason, he just likes them. He has Sensory Processing Disorder, which simultaneously makes him the dad and the baby of the group. [Colors for his design: Pink, Green. Closest Relationships: Aries and Sagittarius. Human Name: Libra, which is luckily an actual greek name.] Bi

Leo is a rowdy girl to say the least. She’s loves just horsing around with her friends, usually in the manner of play-fighting and tackle hugs. If you didn’t guess, she’s one of the more destructive Zodiacs, even on Earth. She denies ever doing things when confronted, though it doesn’t work most of the time (”Whaaat, I didn’t break that vase, that was Aries, right bro?” “Hey, don’t pin this on me!” “BRO-”). She is extremely loyal to the people she cares for, which could cross into naivety if she chose the wrong person as her friend. While she definitely isn't the motherly type, if one of her friends really needs to be comforted, she’ll sit them on her lap and stroke their head(she stronk owo). Though normally upbeat, she becomes somber in grim-looking situations, to the point of pessimistic. [Colors for her design: Gold, Yellow, Orange. Closest Relationships: Aquarius and Gemini. Human Name: Amaterasu.] Demiromantic Asexual

Scorpio has a pet boop noodle(baby ball python) that he almost stole before Taurus payed for it, which is when they discovered Taurus is allergic. They’re an overall cold and distant person, but they’re not completely shut-off; they just have a hard time warming up to people. Because of this, he holds grudges for a long time when his carefully-placed trust is betrayed. He seems to sometimes just appear and disappear during discussions with anyone noticing until he suddenly speaks up or they want to talk to him(spoiler alert: he’s just quiet). He’s very cute and peaceful when sleeping. [Colors for his design: Scarlet, Red, Rust. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Phoenix.] Arospike Aceflux

Cancer is very much a big sister to most, if not all, the Zodiacs. She has a caring air about her and can adjust to suit the boundaries of her friends. She herself is quite sensitive- though no one’s ever seen her like that- and she never wants her friends to feel that way. Besides that, she takes great interest in human pleasantries, such as sweet food, cameras, and lullabies. While she prefers to be the mediator during fights, if someone, say, insulted her friend and wouldn’t back off, she would lash back with a stone cold fury; the shock value alone gives her an advantage in those situations. [Colors for her design: White again with only one color wtf im adding my own, Pale-Orange, Various Yellows. Closest Relationships: Capricorn and Taurus. Human Name: June.] Questioning Asexual

Sagittarius is one of those aggressively positive people, saying what they want with no filter. They don’t take any shit from anyone, no matter who they are. She’s very free-spirited, but she’s not unguided; she knows what she wants and when she wants it. She’s never really hurt by anything, brushing and laughing things off almost immediately. She can get quite impatient, to the point of childishly whining. I’d bet 50 bucks that she was the first Zodiac to “discover” alcohol. [Colors for her design: Blue, Deep Purples, Browns. Closest Relationships: Gemini and Aries. Human Name: Nova.] Butch Grey-Aromantic Homosexual/Femmesexual

Aquarius is an analytical and selfless individual. They approach solutions to situations practically and objectively, even if their heart tells them otherwise. They keep their emotions bottled up most of the time, and if they’re doing something, there’s a high chance they’re doing it for someone else. Before, that was okay, since it was just the Zodiacs; but on Earth, it makes her a bit of a doormat. She’s one of the more morally-misguided Zodiacs, and she can’t really identify when something is criminal. She has a hard time remembering that she can’t say things like “human pleasantries” or call people insignificant compared to herself. They like being alone a lot, but they’re not antisocial. [Colors for her design: Light-Blue, Silver. Closest Relationships: Leo and Sagittarius. Human Name: Aqua no she did not try.] Aromantic Asexual(will not kiss the homies u~u)

Capricorn is pretty much “i’m surrounded by idiots”, but they’re his idiots and he knows he loves them. He doesn't look anything special, but he can and will throw you across the room if you fuck with him or his idiots, especially when he’s tired. He is peak sarcastic bitch and has pretty solid bullshit detector. If one of the Zodiacs is asleep where they shouldn’t be or they’re just leaving somewhere, he usually hoists them over his shoulder. He’s generally reserved but the Hug Pile™, or really extreme amounts of platonic affection in general, make him really soft; half because he’s surprised that they honestly care for him that much. [Colors for his design: Brown, Black, Grey, Yellow, Yellow-Orange. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Kai.] Aromantic Asexual(will be kissed by the homies owo)

holy fukcing shit is that it. am i finally fucking done. oh sweet jesus im crying this took me so fucking long

sorry if anyone was worried about me, i’m fine. Art, drabbles, and headcanons for this are allowed, but please link this post and/or tag me(or just send it in asks). i’ll try to be productive on this, tho itll probably be in the form of mini scenarios and incorrect quotes.

Here are the songs that kept me from kms while i made this: Lost One’s Weeping by Neru, Namine Ritsu-Error by kyaami, Yukune Ruko-I Don’t Wanna Know by Narcissus, Nakakapagpabagabag by Dasu, Madness of Duke Venomania Eng Sub by IkuSuperbia, v flower-Close to You by kyaami, My Nocturnal Serenade by YOHIO, Len’s Growl-Ghost Rule by Teto Chan!, Fukase English-Never Gonna Give You Up, Fukase English-Your Reality.

pls feed me validation on this i tried so hard my brain hurts

[mentalwordvomit]

Hey, i know you'll work on it with therapy and all but maybe a trhouple/open relationships are not for you... I mean there's nothing wrong with not wanting your boyfriend to sleep with someone else, it's not something you need to work on! I tried opening my relationship in the past with an ex and felt bad because i was too jealous/ paranoid for it to work but i realized that kind of thing isn't for everyone, and that's okay! You don't have to feel bad if it doesn't work for you, youre not crazy for wanting an exclusive rs

Thank you, I really really appreciate hearing this from someone who’s outside of the situation. I’ve genuinely gotten good with boundaries so I’d just say no if I didn’t like the idea.

(PREFACE: I’d love anyone to read this and give me feedback, the only people I can talk about this with are involved so it’s not objective)

The reason I’m having such a hard time with it is I think it’s really important for me as a person to explore my sexuality more, my bf is the first support system I’ve ever had so I didn’t start allowing myself to really accept my sexuality until we started dating. I don’t want to break up with him but I want to explore what it means to be bi and also for anything that’s NOT sex I’m super on board with. Them kissing while I’m not around? Not that big of a deal. Sleeping naked in each other’s arms? 🤷‍♀️ literally couldn’t care less.

The three of us have a lot of fun together and we would be able to live together really easily because of how well we mesh and how well we push each other! My bf’s really into cooking so it forces her and I to cut ED shit out before it gets bad, she’s really into exercising so it helps my bf and I commit to working out and pushing executive disfunction to the side. The three of us can have a conversation and it never feels like someone’s being left out.

It’s literally JUST the sex part, and not even if it’s all together! If he’s inside her and I’m there with them I don’t give a shit. He can literally cum and her and get her pregnant as long as I’m there lmfaooo

Well literally just the sex and I think the not being “special” right? I can re-enter the honeymoon phase at a drop of a hat because my emotions are so imbalanced. my bf and I had a really intense start to our relationship anyway and I was special to him. Like holy shit I was his favorite person and not in a caricatured  fetishized way! Which had never happened before and ON TOP of that he was my favorite person whcih I had never allowed myself before and what we had was special. But the honeymoon phase fades after a year for the other person and me and my bpd are just able to keep it together, so him wanting another girl (which don’t get me wrong I have literally had a crush on this girl since June, I don’t feel like my bf is pushing me into this cause it’s “hot”) makes me feel like I’m not special and I have FUCKING BPD SO IF IM NOT ALREADY GETTING POSSITVE ATTENTION I IMMEDIATELY THINK THE OTHER PERSON IS NEUTRAL TOWARDS ME OR HATES ME AS A FUCKING BASELINE

But even if we decide against it, I’m still not “special” and he’s not either right? If we break up ever we will found our ways into other relationships with people who are special and I can GRASP that, because yeah, more than one person can be special to me in my lifetime HELL MORE THAN ONE PERSON CAN BE SPECIAL TO ME AT THE SAME TIME. But I am the only one who can be special in other people’s lives. Which is SOOO mental illness lmfao I mean that is truly a personality disorder.

Also dude I can’t be a disappointing sack of shit to TWO significant others lmfao DAMN

Which is what makes me think it’s bpd jealously that can be worked through??