#it's not something i'm gonna use THAT often

[femingrab]

It wouldn't matter because people who were abused by kink get told it "wasn't real BDSM" or that it was their fault for "not using the safeword" or whatever. It's also odd how many people who tell me I know nothing have no personal experience, themselves.

And I see you've also jumped on the ableist slurs because you're getting defensive. Mind you, you could have avoided this post entirely. Saying people, especially women, shouldn't get involved with people who will harm them is not oppressing you in the slightest, but god forbid there's even the slightest criticism of BDSM. People not liking your sex practices is not gonna hurt you. Also, you mentioned being a rape survivor. Well, there's plenty of rape/abuse/CSA survivors who hate seeing their traumas sexualized. What do you think about them?

"Depression and anxiety" Doesn't sound like it's helping either of those things. Reenacting abuse, subjecting oneself to harm does not help heal trauma. That's something a licensed therapist can help with. It's common for victims of abuse to seek out situations that are similar to their abuse because that's all they've known.

I said "libfem" because lib/choice feminists often allow women to do whatever no matter how it affects themselves or others. Choices don't exist in a vacuum. Mind you, there's been a couple of conservative BDSM defenders on this post, at least one of them being a man and a Trump supporter, which is odd because so many of the others were "leftists", but also not surprising because conservative men generally have no respect for women as individuals and Trump, himself, is a sex offender, so it seems like a situation of like attracting like.

I honestly don't know how many of these defenders are doms, but given the aggression, I'm gonna say most if not all of them. BDSM attracts violent people. It comes with the territory and fits in with the"sadism" part of the acronym. It's literally in the name, just like masochism. If it wasn't harmful, it wouldn't be BDSM because by definition, it's arousal from the infliction of harm. Also, "sadism" is named after The Marquis de Sade, a serial rapist who often wrote about violent sex.

[project-sekai-facts]

I'm just gonna leave this here because I feel like I should say something. Mizuki is trans, I still agree with the stuff I said a month ago. Did they say it in the story? No. Were they ever going to say it in the story? Well it seemed like I was but they just pulled the most insane 4 year queerbait.

Did people warn me? Yes, and I probably should've listened more, but from a writer's perspective what happened in Ena5 is very stupid so I had a little bit more hope for clpl. Confining any sort of actual coming out scene to a card story and fading to black over the actual reveal is honestly just cruel. Not to mention that Mizuki's bio is probably locked as "gender: ?".

Mizuki is still a trans character and trans representation, though the lack of actual confirmation really sours her story. Especially since the only indirect confirmation of her identity as a woman comes from student a talking to Ena about Mizuki (the whole Ena is a "normal girl" thing). Having Mizuki being robbed of her chance to come out by transphobes, and never resolving this so her bullies are left as the only credible source of her gender is atrocious. Mizuki being outed was a crucial plot point, to never resolve just leaves a bad taste.

It's still a glaring issue that clpl is trying to play both sides here. Which has always been an issue with things like white day and other marketing featuring Mizuki and the boys together. It's just gross that they're still trying to do it now, cutting off the actual reveal of Mizuki's secret and having the characters say "Mizuki is Mizuki", something that's often used by people who want to deny any trans reading, and a new area conversation about Mizuki's voice. Remember that old area convo about Mizuki having a lower voice. It gets referenced in a new one.

The reveal of the secret itself, transness aside, is comedically bad. Project SEKAI's writing isn't exactly amazing by any means, it's pretty basic in the grand scheme of writing, but this is worse than a lot of their other worst offenders. Building up to this big reveal of a secret that is incredibly important to one character's development, only for it not to actually be revealed, and probably never mentioned again, is ridiculous. It feels like a last minute change to ensure mass appeal but I don't know if it was. If it was, they still failed because some fans are dissatisfied that they never got told what it was, regardless of what they think it was.

And no, it's not corporate meddling. Probably. From colopale, maybe, from Sega, honestly probably not. Sega has other franchises and games with queer and specifically trans characters so it's not like Mizuki would be harmful to their brand image. If anyone interfered it was other staff at colopale.

Anyway, I'm not quitting the game and I'll still be running this blog for the time being. Not saying you have to continue playing and I totally understand people who are dropping the game over this. If anyone wants to add their thoughts to this post or send an ask freel free to.

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

sevika navigating her soft side as she unexpectedly falls for the younger reader who works at the last drop... maybe has her gambling buddies help her out

𓇻 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 ˢᵉᵛⁱᵏᵃ ˣ ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Shortfic. Rom. Sevika realizes you, a bartender at the Last Drop, has been the center of her attention recently. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; This may be a bit ooc, but shhh, close your eyes. I hope you enjoy! This may not seem soft for Sevika, but imo it's a vibe of a more intimate moment mixed with her tranquility.

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The Last Drop was always alive with noise, chaos, and the faint tang of smoke and spilled spirits. Sevika loved it that way—a place where distractions reigned supreme, where she could disappear into the comfort of her gambling table and the camaraderie of her rough-edged crew (they aren't real friends of course).

But lately, something—or rather, someone—had begun to chip away at the hardened shell she so carefully maintained.

You.

The bartender at The Last Drop.

It started innocently enough. You were always there, a constant fixture behind the counter with quick hands, a sharp tongue, and a sly grin. You never flinched under the weight of the rowdy crowd, nor under Sevika’s often pointed gaze. If anything, you seemed to revel in the chaos, moving through it with ease, wielding a wit and charm that even she couldn’t help but notice.

At first, she brushed it off. You were a bartender, after all—it was your job to make the patrons feel welcome, to crack jokes, and pour drinks without spilling a drop. But then there were the nights where her drink would already be waiting when she arrived, the knowing look in your eyes when you slid it across the counter with a barely contained smirk.

“You’re predictable, Sevika,” you teased one evening, wiping the counter as she took her seat. “Or maybe I’m just that good at reading people.”

She scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But the way her lips twitched, betraying a smirk, didn’t escape your notice. You knew how to play this game, and Sevika didn’t yet realize how much you enjoyed it.

Her gambling buddies, rough and rowdy as they were, started to pick up on it before she did. Sevika had always been a force at the table—quick to fold when the odds weren’t in her favor, ruthless when they were. But recently, she’d been... distracted.

“You gonna bet, or just stare at the bar all night?” one of her companions teased, nudging her with an elbow.

Sevika’s scowl was instant and fierce. “Shut up and deal.”

But it was true—her eyes had been straying more and more to you. Watching the way you laughed at someone’s joke, the way your hands moved deftly as you poured another drink. It was infuriating, really, how much space you were starting to take up in her mind.

And then there were the moments that hit closer to home. Like the night she’d lost big at the table, her mood sour as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. You’d caught her eye from across the room and, without a word, placed her favorite drink in front of her.

“On the house,” you said, your tone light but your gaze steady. “Figured you could use a win tonight.”

It was such a small gesture, but it hit harder than it should have. Sevika didn’t know what to say, so she grunted something unintelligible and downed the drink in one go. The warmth that spread through her chest had nothing to do with the alcohol.

It was one of her gambling buddies who finally called her out on it.

“You like them,” they said bluntly, shuffling the deck as Sevika raised an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“The bartender. You’ve been soft for them for weeks. Hell, I think they know it too. Probably why they keep handing you those fancy drinks when you’re down.”

“Shut up,” she snapped, though the heat rising to her face was undeniable.

“Hey, no shame in it. They’ve got a good head on their shoulders. Probably good for you, too. Balance out all that grumpiness. That's how I'm with my lady, y'know?”

Sevika groaned, dragging a hand down her face. It wasn’t like her to get caught up in feelings—let alone feelings for someone who had no business being in her orbit.

But the thought of you—your wit, your charm, the way you seemed to see right through her—was impossible to shake.

The turning point came one late night, long after most of the patrons had left. Sevika lingered at the bar, nursing a drink as you wiped down the counter. The usual banter was absent, replaced by a silence that felt heavier than it should have.

“You don’t have to stick around, you know,” you said finally, breaking the quiet. “Bar’s closed.”

“I know,” she said, her voice low.

"Silco got you on a tough job tonight?"

She didn't respond, focusing on the condensation of her drink.

You only hummed before pausing, setting down your cloth as you leaned on the counter, meeting her gaze head-on. “Alright, what’s on your mind?”

For once, Sevika didn’t deflect. She held your gaze, her fingers tightening around her glass subtely.

“You’re different,” she said after a long pause. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you’re in my head.”

You blinked, taken aback by the honesty in her tone. Then, a slow smile spread across your face. “Well, that’s one way to admit you like me,” you teased, though there was warmth in your voice.

Sevika groaned, but the tension in her shoulders eased. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered.

“And yet, here you are.”

Sevika couldn’t argue with that. Maybe, just maybe, letting her guard down wasn’t the worst thing in the world—especially if it meant more nights like this with you.

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[inuxi]

that ask was rude of me, i should've just blocked you instead of telling you about it, i'm sorry. i'm aroace and sex+romance repulsed, and i guess i thought alastor was gonna be something i could enjoy for once like everyone else gets to without feeling like i'm intruding on a conversation i have no right to be part of. i'm on ios so i can't use browser extensions to actually get rid of all the alastor ship posts like i want, and i'm not sure my problem even has a solution short of just giving up trying, because so far i have found exactly zero blogs that are 1.) still active at all, 2.) still post about Hazbin, 3.) aren't actually 12 years old, and 4.) don't post about fucking Alastor ships. i got so excited seeing such good, recent art i haven't nuked yet considering how old every other post i can still see is, and i'm not kidding when i say i sent that ask through tears. it was rude and unacceptable either way, and i'm sorry.

i've blocked over 200 different people and i'm not exaggerating that number even a little bit. i would rather put a gun to my head and pull the trigger myself than see them so much as breathe next to each other ever again. i am so. so so so so so sick of searching and searching and searching and finding nothing.

the thing i've learned from alastor's aroace representation is that not only is the world as a whole not made to accommodate me, fandom space isn't either. i am an alien on a planet i was never made to fit into, and i don't even get to escape that through fiction like everyone else does. no amount of filtering and blocking and searching will bring into existence a community for me that simply does not exist, and it is futile for me to try. that's what this fandom has taught me.

i think the chances of me sticking around in this fandom are slim, so at least it won't be an issue for anyone else anymore. i think being excluded from conversations about an aroace character sting a lot more than just not being represented at all to be honest.

Okay, listen.

First of all, Alastor is officially an Ace, NOT an aroace. That means he can still be interested in any romantic things or finding a couple. No one is stopping you from seeing him exclusively as an aroace. But shaming people who don't share your point of view is a bad idea.

Secondly, I am an aroace artist myself. Romantic and sexual themes are virtually non-existent in my art. I can joke about it, but almost all of my drawings explore completely different things. And you come to me and try to talk about how hard it is to feel socially comfortable being an aroace? I understand your worries, but, again, trying to shame other people because they don't share your point of view is NOT a healthy coping mechanism.

Third, I have done THREE drawings in all my time that include a romanticized Alastor. Two of them were collabs, and the third was asked to be drawn by people. And these three drawings made you give up on my art, which you said you really liked?

The community is too heavily oriented towards romantic and sexual themes, it's true. People like us are often uncomfortable in that environment, that's also true. But aroace people can't just come in and ban others from having fun just because we don't find that fun or interesting.

Man, I'm not even Alastor's artist! What the kind of Alastor shipper am I? And you picked me out of a thousand people to block? Oh my God, that's as funny as it is sad.

In case you haven't looked at my art, I am a Lucifer artist. I very rarely draw Alastor, simply because I don't find him interesting enough. And because of that, I find it so funny to be labeled an “Alastor shipper”

[rosenclaws]

52 & 98 from the nsfw prompts for a sub!charlie kenton? 👀

congrats on 600 🥰

“Won’t you help me? Please?”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

600 follower drabble masterlist

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, creampie, fem!reader, handjob.

wc: 697

a/n: happy thanksgiving yall! This year I'm thankful for topping hugh characters lmaoo. Anyways hope you have a good day whether u celebrate or not!

Charlie Kenton was not a man who let his guard down often. Even when he was happy and playful, there was always that cocky attitude. You've only seen him break it when he's with Max and that's only when they're alone. But this, seeing Charlie so desperate was something new.

You liked it.

You didn't mean to walk in on him with his cock in his hand. All you wanted was to ask him a question about an upcoming fight but you opened the door and he was laying on the bed with a flush faced. You should leave but then five words leave his lips and change everything.

"Won't you help me? Please?" He begs. He's desperate. You close the door behind you and crawl onto the bed. He grabs onto your waist and pulls you on top of him.

"Shit." He groans as you grind your hips on his cock.

"Naughty boy Charlie." You purr as you nip at his jaw. His fingers dig into your sides as he starts to buck his hips against you.

"So hot, want you so badly." He moans as you wrap your hand around his cock.

He watches in awe as you crawl down his body and spit on his cock. Stroking it hard and rough just like he wants. Occasionally you'll slip the tip into your mouth and suck lightly. Smirking as you watch his face twist in pleasure.

"Needa fuck you, please baby just sit on my cock." His cock twitches in your hand and you debate on giving into his pleas. On one hand you like watching him squirm like this. But you do want to feel his cock inside of you and see just how badly he really wants you.

"Fine," You say with fake disinterest. You strip yourself bare and Charlie watches your every move.

"No touching." You bat his hand away that was reaching for you. He huffs and you raise your eyebrow. Leaning down you grab his chin and tilt his face up.

"Don't be like that baby, why don't you be a good boy."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck that's hot." Charlie pants as you slide yourself onto his cock.

"So big." You whine as you bounce yourself at a fast pace. You don't give either of you a second to breathe. You want all of him as, as much as you can get. His knuckles are turning white as he grasps at the sheets. He wants to touch you so bad. Play with your tits, suck on them until you're moaning while his cock drives into you.

"Let me fucking touch you please! Please." He chants over and over again. The tip of his cock hits a spot inside of you that sends shivers through your body.

"Touch me Charlie fuck!" You cry as you try to drive yourself to the edge.

His hand reaches for your tits and squeezes them roughly. He leans up and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, his thumb playing with the other one.

"Gonna come, fuck Charlie." Your head falls against his chest as he starts to fuck his hips up, wanting to help you get to the end.

"Fuck yeah baby, use me. Use my cock and fucking come all over it." He groans in your ear.

With a loud moan you dig your fingers into his shoulders. Legs shaking as you come. Your cunt squeezes and flutters around his cock, driving him over the edge in an instant. Your sweaty bodies tangle with each other as you come down from your high.

"So you like being called a good boy huh?" You tease as you feel his cock twitch in your cunt. His cum spilling out of you just a little bit.

"Shut up." He mumbles. He doesn't let his grip on you falter though as you try and move.

"Cute." You hum as you cuddle up against him.

Now you know his little secret, that Charlie Kenton likes to be topped. You don't talk much about this night outside of the bedroom but when you're alone and in private, well he's still your good boy.

[lu-is-not-ok]

In the roadmap of this season, the new .5 shown is one seemingly related to the sweepers. Given each of the .5s/second .5s were ones that setup for their next cantos I am wondering what sort of info you wish to glean from it?

I myself am rather interested in sweeper lore generally, so more about that, and perhaps the dynamics between them will again parallel Gong Lu's family. I wonder if Dante’s autotranslate for distortions will allow them to speak with the sweepers, they do seem to be standing in front of them in that teaser image.

I am. So excited anout that intervallo.

So here's a brief list of things I'm excited for, plus maybe a few silly predictions cause why not:

Since we're dealing with Sweepers, we're likely going to be in the Backstreets of whatever District Canto 8 is gonna take place in. I'm really excited to learn more about the worldbuilding for the Backstreets. Plus you fucking know Rodya is gonna have some shit to say about the class disparity, as is often the case.

Sweepers are in this interesting place of having Family-like structures, but having them work in a similar way to Bloodfiend Families - in that one can choose to become part of a Sweeper Family rather than being forced into being born into it. Considering how Fanghunt Hong Lu is the way he is, I hope facing that idea of choosing one's own Family so directly will elicit some sort of reaction out of Hong Lu.

An introduction to a new faction. I doubt they can make Sweepers into IDs (they're not like power armor where you can have the helmets be conditional, nor are they like prosthetics where you can only have a part of the face be replaced), so if they go with Event Identities we're gonna need something else for those. I'm personally hoping for a Syndicate because I like em.

Partially related to the above, I'd love to see a plot that at least partially parallels/references the Sweepers chapter in Distortion Detective. For those who don't know, there's a short arc in DD where Moses and co end up stuck out in the Backstreets during the Night and are forced to weather the waves of Sweepers while looking for shelter. Moses is able to tell they'll be unable to survive through all three waves of Sweepers, so they try to get the people already in hiding to let them in. Eventually, someone does - a group of Thumb members, causing Moses and co to have to make a deal with them to stay overnight. I'm hoping the Intervallo will have some sort of parallel to that, where the Sinners will be forced to make a deal with someone (potentially the faction used for Event IDs hopefully) to survive the night.

In general, some sort of Hong Lu nuclear bomb is inevitable. Something with the same dramatic impact as the Don Quixote being a Bloodfiend reveal at the end of Warp Express. My bet is on a proper reveal that he's a runaway, and that his previously stated reasons for leaving home (alongside perhaps some other things he's said) were a complete lie all along.

Which, speaking of Hong Lu being a runaway. Here's my silly prediction for what setup they could use for the Intervallo's plot that I've been rotating in my head for a bit now. Imagine, if you will, Hong Lu recognising that the District the bus is heading into is his home District. Imagine the panic that would stir within him. What if, in the middle of the night, Hong Lu does what he's tried once before and attempts to run away again. He disappears from the bus, and similarly to that one mini episode where Heathcliff almost got lost to the Backdoor, Faust is immediately concerned over retrieving him. Especially if being turned to liquid by Sweepers is one of those things Dante might not be able to rewind.

[emchante]

i'm just gonna move into you inbox because i NEED to share my thoughts.😭

softcore porn streamer!max turning on the stream without having anything specific planned, just wanting to chat. suddenly a parcel arrives with new gym clothes, reader suggests to show off the things he bought so he puts on a little fashion show<3 sfw ofc!

"do you think these shorts look good on my thighs?" lord help me i am feeling unwell..

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AHH omg make yourself at home in my inbox nonnie, i love my resident nonnies and always welcome more innnn<3<3

but oh my god?? this is definitely when reader stops lurking, starts to chat more often and even flirts a little with max.

drabble below the cut!! more suggestive than sfw, sorry!! got carried away<3<3

‘come on, show us you wearing them’ is the first message you send that day, and everyone gets on board and starts begging for max to put the clothes on.

max obviously obliges— who is he to deny his loyal chatters? perhaps there’s even some more.. shall we say risqué clothing in there, which he teases. “oh, well i can’t show everything that’s in here,” he winks, putting the box out of view. “that’s saved for somewhere else.”

and of course, max doesn’t leave the camera’s view to get changed. he’s whoring himself out on the daily, its nothing big if he gets changed on camera.

but oh, it is.

max pulling off the t-shirt he was wearing that morning, soft chest on display, becoming more apparent as he moves his arms closer together. soft stomach with the light hint of his happy trail— which was definitely a trail you wanted to explore.

he puts on the loose tank top, running a hand down his front before he looks at the camera. “how does it look, chat?” he asks, before flexing his arms, so they bulge into the camera. he’s even a little cheeky with it, kisses his bicep which sends the chat into even more of a horny mess.

he laughs at the reaction, rolling his eyes. “you’re all so predictable, you know?” he teases, his hands fidgeting with his waistband momentarily before he pulls his light joggers down.

and oh.

oh the sight that’s shown on stream— he slowly pulls them down, his soft thighs on display as his bottoms fall to his ankles, which he childishly kicks off. he’s in boxers— which might you add are tight— and you feel like you’re sinning, but you can’t keep your eyes off the very evident bulge that’s placed right in the middle of the screen.

neither could the chat evidently, as there was a moment of silence before they flooded the most filthy comments.

you couldn’t deny max looked like he was packing, and god what you’d give to see it just for yourself.

max secretly side eyes his chat, not acknowledging the comments as he pulls up his new training shorts, and my god. they are slutty.

there barely covering his thighs, a little tight against them too which makes the size of them more prominent.

“hmm, do you think these shorts look good on my thighs?” he asks, getting closer to the camera and allowing them an up close view of the plush goodness. he rested his hand on top of it, thumb rubbing gently over the skin before he gave it a slap.

“hmm, who am i kidding. of course they do,” he shrugs, turning around to pack the rubbish from the box away.

but god, the view of his ass is something.

nonnie u are SUCH a genius i love the way your brain works for softcore porn streamer! max. happy to have you residing in my inbox now!! <33

[starryredpandawrites]

Siblinks Turkey Shenanigans

In honor of the holiday, I have this silly Thanksgiving scenario stuck in my head that I want to get out that I might turn into a Bendy Bite someday. There's so much shenanigan potential I'm having trouble deciding what to keep and what to laugh about and move on from, so there's a poll at the end so y'all can help me decide.

Anyways, there are three ways I picture this scenario happening:

Option 1:

Audrey has been having a lot of fun introducing Bendy to all the holidays, and decides to surprise him with Thanksgiving. Big-little man loves to eat (both forms) and she knows he’s gonna love it. She’s also really looking forward to celebrating it because she hasn’t celebrated it since Joey died. Like, she was the type of person to be annoyed/sad that they were given the day off and wished that she could work instead because she had no-one to come home to. Now, she does! She doesn’t tell him she has the day off either, and is just hoping he sleeps long enough to get most of the cooking done so it’s a proper surprise.

A couple days before Thanksgiving, she sets the turkey in the fridge to thaw. She doesn't explain it to Bendy because she doesn't want to ruin the surprise and doesn't even think about it being necessary because who in the world would eat a raw turkey? (she recognizes her mistake later)

Problem: Bendy is a hungry boi, and often gets late night munchies as the Ink Demon. He sees the turkey in the fridge and is like, "A snack? For me?" and just eats the whole damn thing raw and partially frozen. In this scenario, he might leave Audrey a leg behind or something like that to be considerate (she's probably talked to him before about leaving her some when she's brought home big meals like this before).

Audrey wakes up, goes to work, gets home to find the turkey being gone and is, like, where tf is the turkey?!? until she remembers she's living with a demon and is surprised but not surprised because he used to eat whole people raw. She tries to goes out to buy another one but either the stores have already closed or they already ran out of turkeys. Also, it would have been too late to thaw it by then anyway. She might buy a ham or a chicken or something to replace it or she might just go home in defeat, saying they'll just celebrate it some other weekend.

However, Bendy feels really guilty for eating the turkey, even though Audrey told him it was partially her fault for not telling him what the turkey was for. So, that night, he sneaks out, and when Audrey wakes up she finds another surprise in her fridge. It's filled with dead birds. Pidgeons, sparrows, a duck or two and maybe even a pheasant.

Audrey freaks out and confronts Bendy, and he explains that he caught them to replace the turkey he ate. Audrey has another talk with him about not putting dead animals in the fridge but decides to go ahead and try using one of the larger birds for the dinner.

New problem: she has NO IDEA how much work goes into cleaning birds and this is back when the internet wasn't a thing. She sets Bendy on plucking duty to make up for his theft while she works on the other thanksgiving dishes. Bendy is a little miffed she doesn't want to try any of the other birds he brought home, but stops complaining after being given plucking duty (he hates it/finds it super boring/tedious and doesn't want to pluck anything else) Back to the bird, she tries to clean and prepare it the best she can, but it's gonna end up super gamey and weird, so she just eats a little and lets Bendy have the rest and focuses on the other dishes and her singular turkey leg.

They still enjoy the day together just by hanging out and watching all the thanksgiving/christmas themed shows on TV so the day is still a success. Audrey just makes a mental note to buy an extra turkey the next year just in case.

Option 2:

Audrey does tell him about Thanksgiving and they're both hyped about it. When Audrey sets the turkey out to thaw, she is very clear that it's for Thanksgiving, but doesn't outright tell him not to eat it because, again, most people wouldn't need to be told that. Bendy is not most people.

This time, however, he knows the turkey is for thanksgivng and he knows it's off-limits. The first night, he keeps opening and closing the fridge, walking away then walking back, over and over again while berating himself for being so weak. He stays strong through the first night, but halfway through the second night he gives in and just devours it.

On Thanksgiving Day, Audrey wakes up and is weirded out because usually Bendy likes to sleep in the same room as her, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Then, she realizes he must have done something he feels guilty about, and just runs to the kitchen to discover the missing turkey. This time, he's left nothing behind.

She chews him out, he's super guilty, she feels bad because it is his first Thanksgiving. She goes out to try and get something but all the stores are closed (this is before Walmart normalized being open all year). She comes back empty-handed to an empty apartment and is about to panic until Bendy comes back just in time with, you guessed it, more dead birds!

Again, Audrey chews him out for sneaking out in broad daylight but he excuses it since she explained to him earlier that almost everyone is home for the holiday and they needed a replacement bird.

Situation ends like the first, with Audrey trying and failing to cook one of the random birds and they just enjoy the rest of the day.

Option 3:

In the other two versions I imagined the Ink Demon going ham on the turkey late at night, but there's another option that's possibly funnier

Yanno how in my fic there's a memory disconnect/blurr of Bendy between his Ink Demon form and his Baby Benders form? Let's say Audrey sets the turkey out to defrost while the Ink Demon is watching soap operas or smg and tells him it's for Thanksgiving. Ink Demon kinda waves her off because he really wants to know if Missy is cheating on Peter with Austin, or if Austin is actually her long-lost brother like she claims.

They go to bed, Bendy wakes up as Baby Benders with midnight munchies, opens the fridge, sees the turkey and thinks, "A snack? For me?" and eats it as Baby Benders.

This scenario proceeds to play out like the other two OR

He goes to bed and wakes up early as the Ink Demon again, or he switches before going back to bed, realizes he screwed up, and immediately goes out to replace the turkey so when Audrey wakes up to not only a missing turkey, but also a bunch of dead birds in her fridge.

Now, I wanna know which one YOU guys (gender-neutral) think is more likely to happen, plus a couple bonus options because funny.

Bonus thought: After the first thanksgiving and seeing how much Bendy can eat, she decides to buy two turkeys and only cooks one of them/the other one is for Bendy. The year after that, she buys three. The year after that, she buys five. She could keep going but decides more than five is excessive and Bendy will just have to deal.

[ppulverse]

hehe i could finally purchase the mic i wanted 🥰

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

I wonder what it is about breaking up with someone and starting new that I find so upsetting. I realize that people also find break ups heartbreaking, but I know I take it to an extreme. I've never liked the idea of having different partners throughout my life. The idea of having an ex has always been something I hated. The type of breakup didn't matter to me. That is to say whether we ended on good or bad terms didn't make the idea of ending a relationship better to me. I'm not trying to be pretentious about it, I'm just being fr about a sentiment I've held for as long as I can remember. I've never been the type of person who enjoyed the idea of hook ups or casual dating. For better or worse, I've always held the belief that romantic relationships should be all in and serious from the beginning.

I think this feeling is definitely exacerbated by the fact that I've been passed up for another person before so I know what it's like to have someone "move on" from you, and it genuinely sucks like all fucking hell lmao. So the idea of "moving on" and being with someone else has been incredibly tarnished for me.

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and her connection to my take on Gender (because this was meant to be about her and the Crew but it just devolved into a character analysis kinda??? More trauma-dumping maybe???) This is very much an oc/personal rant so feel free to ignore it 🫡

So, Orchid started off as a character I didn't really think much of (hear me out this is going to be relevant) because I wanted to add a 'girl' character but didn't know what to *do* with her, y'know? She was always going to be the strongest one there, she had the odds stacked in her favor with her parents. She was always going to be the gloomy side-character to match Reset's energy. But I think she's gone through every stage of Generic Woman I could possibly find.

At first she was angry and abrasive (think Fell!Sans) where every other word was a curse and she was likely to throw the first punch then laugh as she kicks her enemy while they're down. This was when Reset was a cartoonishly self-centered villain whose goal was simply to prove others wrong. Then Orchid became a sort of sisterly figure. This was short-lived, but she was the one comforting people who Reset would torment, but would ultimately follow his orders, because at this point he was actually a danger and sadistic. And then there was the phase where the story mellowed out and she became the token Goth Girl who, yes she was strong, but was heavy on the 'whatever' energy. Then there was her Era of deep self-loathing and anxiety about her worth that held her back and made her a much more timid and meek character who would only lash out on occasion.

Now, Orchid is the best of those iterations I've written yet. She's calm, level-headed, and a natural leader. Her father raised those traits into her. But she's very reactive, and can be silly, and when she's comfortable it's likely that air of importance transforms into something more comfortable and familiar. She laughs loudly and grins wide, she likes loud video-games but loves to read in the quiet. She's extremely disciplined, and normally no one can get through her tough exterior besides her best friend, Reset. She does what she does for her own enjoyment, sure, but she's thought of every angle and makes her choice to help Reset and control the others with her whole chest. She still worries she won't live up to her invisible expectations, and that and her loyalty are her two driving forces.

I know that Orchid is important to me because she's the longest-running female oc I've had. I have a rough relationship with womanhood/girlhood and I know looking back that Orchid recieved every ounce of my distaste for being a woman that I could shovel into her. That never made her less of a character, she was actually always one of my favorites, and rarely was she a 'punching bag oc'. I just... projected onto her a lot. And she's a good sign of how I've learned who I am. I've decided that my own femininity is something I could live without. I'd rather not associate myself with it, and I'd like to leave it in my past, focusing on a future where I'm not tied down with any gender roles or expectations. That won't happen, but I've come to terms with it myself. Orchid though? I figured out through her that I don't have to hate women characters. My own distaste for my circumstances doesn't mean I have to push it onto my characters (on God I've never expressed anything rude to actual people, that'd be rude as hell and uncalled for, but I have a bad habit of disliking fictional women in media). So, Orchid is a well-roubded character finally. She has motivations abd goals and a *lot* more depth than I ever expected her to. She's happy with being a woman, she's content. She's not treated differently for it in unfair ways by those she cares about, so she doesn't mind it. She likes to wear pretty outfits and lets Reset add bows to her ribbons. She doesn't let being a woman hold her back in the slightest.

So, yeah. Orchid is one of my babies. If I ever leave this Fandom behind for good, she's one that's coming with (Ichor, Orchid, and Pretender all have human designs I can use elsewhere lol-) but in the meantime I'll just rotate her around in my brain for a while longer.

If I'm right, she's been with me for nearly 5-6 years and I went through a *lot* with her as an outlet. So, she's kinda just like an old stuffed animal. A lil ripped, matted fur, maybe a stain or two, but there's a story there and that makes it important beyond belief.

[moe-broey]

What if.. for the first time in actual years.... I changed my loadbearing Alfonse phone background to North South FUCK West.........

It will have to get a good grade in being easy on the eyes though, to stay. BIGGEST reason loadbearing Alfonse phone bg was a mainstay was bc the nighttime pallette on that one FEH comic panel was unexpectedly autism-friendly as a nice bonus LMFAO

[orchideae]

A casual note that as Liyue-native, as much as Yelan may be very well-traveled and thus may be familiar to various degrees with foreign cultures, they are still that to her: foreign. If we were to take Fontaine's inspiration of France to heart, it wouldn't surprise me if the common 'informal' greeting of the cheek kiss would be practiced there. Let it be known that if this were to ever be done to Yelan (and even the second, perhaps third, especially from each 'new' individual' as it would take some time getting used to), she'd likely show a semblance of confusion and retreat a little. Not out of uncertainty or insecurity, but simply out of confusion. It's important to remember that she is from Liyue, the nation that is firmly influenced and based on ancient China, and cultural differences are very much a thing. And while I still have much research to do on the social customs in both ancient and modern China (and taking these into account accordingly, just as Fontaine does not bear all customs and traditions from France and/or England by any means whatsoever), I am aware enough that this is not a custom that's shared between those countries.

[cesium-sheep]

aaaaaaa okey I ordered the speaker and the star projector. (and a beauty blender and a neck support and the new volume of yona and the garbage disposal cleaner matt wanted.) it was still only $35 actually out of pocket and I get my allowance in the morning which will completely replace that amount. I will definitely like the speaker and if I don't like the star projector arin will.

[onethousand825days]

oh god okay here it fucking comes