#like da fuq going on here

[kidfur]

ANYWAYSSSSS i was finally able 2 buy pokeradar in pokefarm so im chaining eevees now! i cant afford albino radar yet cuz i was stupid and spent all my interaction points on the shelter before i realized its better to save for the albino radar.. but at least i can get a shiny anyways. idk what ill evolve shiny eevee into tho, maybe just keep them eevee for now and try to hatch enough for a full shiny eeveelution collection... but if i ever get albino eevee u bet ur tail im getting albino vaporeon!!!!!

[jargyles]

jonathan/eddie makes me so sick (POSITIVE!) because in the magical fantastical self indulgent world i have created in my brain in which they were in each others periphery since childhood and only really got close in the background while things were getting tense in jonathan's life is something that can be SO personal. eddie has to move in with wayne after middle school? jonathan finds his way to his new trailer whenever he can, it's muscle memory by the time he comes back to hawkins. lonnie fucks off from the byers? jonathan and eddie spend the night near castle byers writing a list of all the bands they're gonna see when they gain more independence. eddie loiters around the photography club (never participates or engages, just lurks) when jonathan moves to california. that kinda stuff

[chikoyama]

In response to @cvrseduser // Delivery of the Orizuru

Did her senpai even get enough sleep? Chiyori wondered, feeling a faint worry grow in her gut when she was made aware that Suguru-senpai had been dispatched to another mission already. (At least, she knew it wore out her own dad whenever he was sent out to travel in too many back-to-back business meetings).

She had turned up at the guys’ dorms to seek him out, somewhat eager to finally get the chance to show off to him one of the cool new cursed spirits that she’d obtained with the help of Satoru.

Here, she'd run into Yu-senpai, who’d appeared slightly puzzled by her presence, although had abided by her humble request for the whereabouts of Suguru-senpai. He'd informed her that he’d left about less than a minute ago.

With that, the teenage girl had hurried back to the girl’s dorm to fetch the small gift she’d been preparing. She'd planned to hand it to him before his next leaving. Though, she hadn’t expected it to be this soon. Not after he’d just arrived back home.

She’d rushed towards the entrance of the school where she’d managed to catch him within just a hair’s breadth it seemed.

Shyly, she delivered to him the orizuru and as always, he was kind to her when he accepted it. It had her heart swelling with joy.

Though, deep down, Chiyori couldn’t help but think about the insignificance of this gesture. To the world. To her senpai even.

Lately, he was out constantly saving lives while she was staying at home to study or train mainly, and all she could do was to bring him a paper crane.

Of course, she'd been sent out on a few missions herself, but it was always under the supervision of someone older and more experienced. It didn't happen nearly as often either. Not in comparison to Suguru-senpai (or Satoru for that matter).

Though, for her senpai, she mustered a smile as he closed his palms around the good-luck charm she’d folded him.

She glanced up at him as a weak blush crept its way onto her cheeks. She didn’t want to pressure him but told anyways, the words slipping from her almost in an instant. “Suguru-senpai, make sure to get back home quickly, okay?”

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about the Merc's with a gn! reader who loves baking?

Btw, I love your writing style! It all feels so accurate and it's helping to feed this new fixation of mine <3 <3

I see we have some food lovers in the askbox, chat. *crackles knuckles* you ask, and daddy delivers.

Mercs with somebody who gives them food

Scout:

- Depends on your current location. The gravel wars isn’t short of moving from place to place. If it’s somewhere like japan he’ll go full weeb mode and eat nothing but fish related dishes. You know speed racer? In the fucked up TF2 universe there’s a speed racer themed restaurant. Take him there. (On second thought maybe don’t go eating with him in Japan he might eat the Hiroshima rocks.)

- He swears he’s on a diet but it’s inconsistent as fuck. This is the same guy who canonically eats radiation we’re talking about here. You hand him some warm bread you baked and he’s ecstatic. You catch him sprinkling something on his slice. It’s grounded up like pepper. He’s like “This? This shit is fuckin’ perfect. The person who owns my gym back in boston recommended it for energy. Tastes great.” You read the label and you realize it’s grounded up uranium.

- If you make him homemade fried chicken he’ll nearly choke up. Seriously. nobody’s ever done that for him before. Giving him food in general is also his love language but chicken? He thinks you want to marry him forever and ever now.

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Soldier:

- You don’t really know what soldier likes.. He doesn’t make anything very evident and tries his hardest to make his one defining trait being that he’s a veteran. But you know that’s not true. You decide to make him some sandwiches and he’s confused. “Huh.. Well that’s some weird tasting MREs. Not complaining. It’s actually really good. Shame that civilians can’t get the same luxury right now.” He says. You have no idea how to explain that WW2 is virtually nonexistent anymore.

- Finally you settle with something. Honey with warm bread. Instead of eating slices like a normal person he just swallows the entire loaf like a snake. You are worried for this man’s intestines. He seems to be fine however.

- Gives you either a romantic or platonic kiss on the head. Your pick. His breath smells sugary and sweet and you nuzzle your head against his collarbone in response. This is his way of showing he appreciated the food.

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Demoman:

- I sure hope you’re capable of producing stew because that’s all he eats when he isn’t unhealthily suppressing his own hunger with scrumpy.

- You get him to eat a variety of food somehow. Although he’s picky, he isn’t impossible either. Due to growing up in an orphanage he was no stranger to having to cook for himself at times when the caretakers just really didn’t care. You exchange recipes. For some reason he has an entire Scottish cookbook under his bed. As well as a book on “Leonerdo Da Fuq’s Basic Guide To blowing Sentries Up. And making it look like an accident.”

- He’s very thankful. Demoman’s not much of a foodie. He eats to live rather than lives to eat. But your snacks hit different. They’re made with your love. That’s why they’re so much better than what he typically eats.

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Engineer:

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THATS HIS JOB. HE’S THE OVERBEARING GRANDMOTHER THAT WONT STOP SHOVING FOOD INTO HER KIDS MOUTH!!! NOT YOU!!!

- He eats everything you give him. Even if it doesn’t particularly tickle his fancy. His belly is big and swollen afterwards and you want to squish him so bad. That’s a pillow waiting to be laid on. He then tells you fond memories of thanksgiving and when his mother would cook his family an entire turkey dinner.

- He responds twofold by making you something as well. You wake up one day to find an entire breakfast platter laid on your end table. There’s a little sticky note there and although it doesn’t have a name on it — the dash alongside the expertly drawn symbol of his class is evident enough. Only somebody with expertise in blueprints would draw something like that. Hint hint.

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Heavy:

- Heavy isn’t a dumbass by any means but this is a certified Heavy L situation. He thinks you’re trying to offend him at first because people call him fat on a regular basis. Medic explains from afar that actually it’s a gesture meant to express hospitality, and upon realizing you were just being nice he looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

- Lets you spoon feed him your food. He likes it for some reason. He likes any kind of meat, and protein. He eats that shit everyday. Not just that but dark chocolate and other bitter tasting foods as well. Despite his massive size he doesn’t actually eat large portions at a time.

- He knows how to make mostly deserts. Takes on a sort of mentor role and tries to teach you how to bake cakes and stuff like that. You’ve never seen Heavy in such a domesticated setting. Watching him go about cooking without breaking somebody’s skull in for once was actually kind of surreal.

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Pyro:

- Cook / get them nothing but sweets. They won’t eat anything else. You begin to wonder if Pyro is even remotely human because of how much unhealthy food they eat. (But then again you’ve seen soldier survive losing both his arms and Medic sowing them back on. It’s probably fine.)

- They are unbelievably excited to see you walk into the room with plates and/or boxes. You’ve unintentionally pavloved them into associating it with your food. They clap and make grabby hands. Wanting to see what sweets you’ve brought them.

- It’s actually quite odd.. You see them retreat into their quarters to eat their food. It’s clear they’ve eaten it because they always take the plates back but you’re never allowed to see them eat directly. They don’t attend dinner with the other mercs or even breakfast.

- DO NOT LET THEM NEAR THE FUCKING OVEN. DO NOT LET THEM COOK. THE ADMINISTRATOR MADE IT AGAINST THE RULES TO LET PYRO NEAR THE STOVE.

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Sniper:

- “Bloody hell.. This for me?” His voice hiked up a little. A little shocked that somebody would even consider making or buying him food in the first place, Only his parents ever did that for him. He takes it hesitantly but his expression doesn’t seem negative. Just incredibly dumbfounded. You had got him some donuts from a market in tuefort. You figured it would go well with his coffee.

- Immediately starts eating them. Sniper is both a meats sort of guy and a sweets sort of guy. Looks from side to side to make sure nobody saw him take your offer. That would be a embarrassing. He grabs the entire box and retreats into his camper van like a rat.

- He then slowly opens the door.. “Oh, right. Bugger. This is typically the moment I comfortably invite you in.” He cringes at the thought. Leaving the door open for you, and moving aside to let you in. He begins telling you the basics about how to hunt your food. For some reason it’s all incredibly dangerous aussie animals though. Some of the stuff doesn’t sound edible but he’s apparently eaten. He’s especially passionate about how to properly cook crocodiles.

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Medic:

- Pretentiously nitpicks the fact you brought him cupcakes. Citing his knowledge about how too much sugar consumption can kill you… whilst simultaneously eating the cupcakes.

- “Even worse yet —- they ruin your dental health. Hoo, i’d hate to be on the receiving end of a tooth filling by an angry dentist.” He says, shoving more of your sweets into his face. You wonder if he’s even self aware of what he’s doing to be honest. “Although I do envy their sadism! It’s much worse than mine, actually — Das schmeckt gut.” He adds.

- He frowns. You knew Medic had loved cupcakes in particular so you were confused at first. Well it wasn’t that. In fact it was something more stupid. “Well then again the consumption of sugar is important for our bodies, I must add. With the wrong diet we could die from low blood sugar. I wonder if it is possible to extract all the sugar from a human body using a sort of giant homebrewed syringe. It is in theory possible for me to—“ The man is at his chalkboard writing down mathematical equations again.

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Spy:

- When you give him food for the first time he’s unbelievably pouty. Couldn’t you have asked him his tastes first? He hesitantly eats what you give him anyway. As long as it isn’t fried, fast food, candy or anything that wasn’t expensive as fuck.

- Incredibly good table manners. Incredibly good at cooking his native cuisine. For some reason he’s intent on insisting that french food is superior than any other food. When you’re eating with him he straightens your posture, politely puts your napkin in your lap and schools you on the fact you’re not using your salad fork or whatever. There’s way too much pointless shit on his table. Who the fuck created all these weirdly specific rules?

- Eventually he’s so tired from trying to teach you he loses his temper and crosses his arms like a discontent toddler while you eat nonchalantly. “What?” You say. Using the wrong fork again. He’s still staring at you. “What?!” You repeat yourself. “I love you, Spy.” You say. Shoving more food into your mouth. He keeps glaring at you.

[halfetirosie]

🌌 Important info from the [Call from the Starscape] PV! 🌌 (Reaction post)

1) Star Altar?

This reminds me of how the Sorcerer's Trials academy had a Gem Altar statue. Maybe this the the star-gazing tower's version of that?

Or maybe this one might have an actual function in the observatory? Like how in ATLA, there's a dial in the middle of the planetary calendar room of Wan Shi Tong's library?

2) Whose cabin is this???

At first I thought it might be Kuya's house, but from what I remember, it doesn't really look like that. It can't be Quincy's because his is larger than that, and it can't be Blade's because his building is more janky-looking...

It's obviously a separate location from the star-gazing tower... I am very curious.

3) I spy, with my little eye, TWO cups!!! 😈

This appears to be one of those window sill seats that people turn into couches. It's very cute to picture Edmond and Eiden chillin together in this comfy little area, eating cookies and sipping of hot cocoa! (At least, assume it's cocoa, because Edmond.)

I also see that the open book features rabbit! 😈 (Probably in reference to the legends about a rabbit living on the moon.)

Very nice to see Edmond's Dev-Assigned Spirit Animal getting a cameo!

4) At first I laughed---because Blade's cute doodles always tickle me---

---but now I'm wondering, how da fuq did he get those drawing into the rock? Did he use his bare finger to carve into it??? He can't have used a different rock to carve, because the lines are too clean for that...

5) HE IS SO CUTE!!! (≧∇≦)

Also, when I first saw the face on the helmet, I had a strong sense of deja-vu that I couldn't identify, but then I remembered---

It reminds me of this design from The Lonely Moon figurine series!

6) 👀 Oh snap, he's touching his core directly, this time!!!

That hasn't happened for a while!

7) 🚨🚨🚨 PRETTY HAND ALERT!!! 🚨🚨🚨

Holy SHIT, this scene looks romantic as fuck!!!

(I feel like classic missionary-position scenes are under-rated quite a lot. But the sheer intimacy and eroticism of looking directly at your partner is pretty wild.)

8) !!! Is this showing off Edmond's light magic?!

Yes, it looks like a star at first glance, but I think the more-likely answer is that this is his light magic. Which I find quite exciting, because Edmond has only started using/practicing magic recently!!!

Way to go, babe!!! I'm so proud of you!!! ♡

9) 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

OKAY, TWO THINGS TO NOTE HERE!!!

FIRST, Eiden has Edmond pushed up against a window here (I now have two nickels---shoutout Knightly Night Edmond R5). Considering this fact, and how the voice-acting shows how turned on Edmond is, I think I can now confidently state that Edmond is the proud owner of a exhibitionist [fantasy] kink! (Definitely not ACTUAL voyeurism, but the fantasy/possibility turns him on.)

SECOND, Eiden is TOUCHING EDMOND'S CHEST AGAIN!!!

FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! I really hope he gives that area a lot of attention; it feels like a thousand years since we've seen that. 😭😭😭

10) BEHOLD: HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

*FAINTS*

★ End of report! ★

[seas-storyarchive]

Mama Smiles And Smiles Junior - Swap au/What If part 2 (continued from Demon Mother, Angel Son)

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Alastor finished fighting with his hair, smiling at his reflection. His caramel colored skin complimented his freshly pressed red suit. Now, in heaven, after so long, he'd been getting used to mirrors. The large clock at the top of the tower in the town square, oddly old timey and comforting, stuck the top of the hour.

Time to start the show.

"Alastor! Dere you are, love!" It was his spindly, spider friend Molly. In a group with herself, her mother, another woman, a cat angel, as well as a former exterminator who had been wounded prior to the most recent extermination, and their more saintly escorts; Emily and Sir Pentious.

"Apologies, everyone. I was purchasing some flowers for my Maman." He said, showing them a bouquet of red roses.

"Oh, how gorgeous!" Said Molly's mother, happily.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kathy, ma'am." He said, addressing her as always.

A sniff brought their attention to Sir Pentious, who was wiping his eye. "The love you share for your mother, it's so beautiful."

Alastor smiled at them. "Stop, I'm blushin'!"

Emily cleared her throat. "Come on, guys. We don't want to be late." The young seraphim lead the way into the building.

Down in Hell.

Angel was toying with his tie, wearing a suit - he wanted to look somewhat recognizable to his visitors, but he did wear heels. "Where da fuq are dey!"

"Easy, angel. They'll be here soon." Charlie said to the spider, ever the optimist.

"Yeah kid," Husk said with a smile, "they'll be here, heaven time." He chuckled at his joke.

"Yeah, they'll-" Vaggie was cut off by a knock pattern on the front door. "What the..?"

"That must be them!" Charlie rushed to the door, and when she reached it, she heard a conversation.

"-cut, and shave? Seriously, what da fuq, Alastor?"

"Well, pardo' me fo' makin' sure dat dey hear mah knockin', Miss Molly." It was then followed up with a slapping sound, "an' mah Maman raised me to no hit a lady, even if she don' stuc' firs', so I'ma hav' to ask tha' yo' don't do dat again. Don' want a bruise on mah her' face when Ah meet Maman again. No ma'am. Dat jus' won' do."

"Guys, come in, stop." Emily cut in, as the door opened.

The group was met with Charlie staring back at them, and Charlie was met with Emily looking at her with a nervous smile as off to her left, Sir Pentious had his hands on Alastor's shoulders while one spider woman who looked like angel was being held back by another, older spider woman. A cat and an exorcist looking angel were watching them and placing bets.

Charlie gasped loudly, catching everyone's attention.

"You all look so perfect!"

"Charlie!" Pentious abandoned the one sided scuffle to slither over and hug Charlie, who hugged him back.

"How are you? Oh, Emily! Hi!" The two hugged.

"Thank you for having us! I know this wasn't easy for you, all things considered." Emily said.

"Yesss. The hotel lookssss bigger than lassst I ssssaw it." Pentious said, nodding to Emily.

"Where are my manners, come in! Come in!" Charlie invited them in.

There was a moment where Alastor stopped Pentious and the other cat, one could just barely hear him say, "now fellas, we let dem dere ladies go firs', ya he'r, amis?"

Someone, the cat apparently, curtly asked, "can we fix his staff? Some people might have a hard time hearing him-"

"Oh, non ami. Ah lef' mah staff a' h'me. It wouldn'a worke' down her' non' anaway. Wha' wit' all dese fancy citah ligh's an' dose tel'o-visions." Alastor said, before letting the men go first before him. Entering last, he further explain. "Asides, Ah miss'd speakin' in mah Louisiana drawl. Is wha' mah Maman don' rais'd me wit' afta all."

The first sight they saw was Molly and Kathy hugging another spider male. their cat friend Tex moved to speak with another cat whose fur was primarily black and white instead of pale brown and white. Sir Pentious started sobbing as he saw a little egg creature, who was sobbing his heart out while running to the snake, who held the little egg close and saying soft words to it in comfort.

Their former exterminator was talking to Vaggie, both seemed to be engaged in a conversation with a lot of pauses. The other woman they brought with them, Yoko, was hugging a small cyclops - hmm, this must have been her "niffy daughter Naomi". Charlie and a short blonde man were speaking with Emily at the base of the stairs, as to what it was, Alastor knew not.

Hm.. that just left-

"Bonjour, mon petite bebe."

Aastor spun around so quickly that he lost traction and fell (thankfully the flowers were unharmed, not even losing a petal) on to his side on the carpet. Hmm, that's an interesting feeling..

"Oh! Mon cher, you alrigh'?" Lenora immediately went from a smile to concern as she helped her son sit up.

"Oui, Maman." Alastor said, quickly standing up to hug his mother without care. And the water works started.

"Oh, oh mom bebe! I've miss'd you! Oh so much!" Lenora held her son close, feeling her makeup running but she didn't care. Her baby was here! Oh, oh bless those who made this happen.

"Ne pleure pas, maman. Tout va bien maintenant. Nous allons bien." Alastor said those words often in life, and so he spoke them again when reuniting in death.

"Je sais, ma chérie. Tout va bien. Tout va bien." Words she had always said, again in life, were repeated in death.

After the two finished crying together for the first time in decades, they pulled apart. Lenora taking Alastor's face in her hands.

"Still such'a handsom' man." Lenora said, looking his face over.

"Maman.." Alastor rolled his eyes, smiling. He seemed to get his wits about him, and moved the roses up so she could take them, her having already seem them. "Ah bough' dese fo' you, Maman. Ah don' 'membered how much you don' liked ma'am Anita's ros' b'sh ou' pas' da bayo' afore da roa' ta town."

"Oh, th'nk you, mon cherie bebe." Lenora took the roses, and disappeared in shadow for a moment - something no one told her son she could do.

"Wha' 'as dat dere tric' she don' us'd?" Alastor looked to the others, gesturing to where his mother vanished.

"Oh, you poor, sweet river baby." Lucifer said, comparing Alastor's naivety to that of Jesus as his half brother had been coming up.

"Oh! I forgot! Um, Alastor, this is my dad. Dad, this is Alastor, the radio angel." Charlie ushered her dad forwards to meet her friend.

"Hello." Lucifer greeted, offering a hand. "Lucifer, King of all you see before you."

"Hmm.." Alastor, who's mother raised him to be polite and shake hands properly with the rich white folk as he did now, also had been raised in the same vain to be very blunt "Yo' don' lookin' differen', fro' da gl'mpse Ah'd don' se' in mah Pap's eyes when he don' be beatin' on me an' Maman."

Everyone got quiet. Did this dumb fuck of an angel know who he'd just spoken to like that?

"I.. I'm sorry about.. I mean.." Lucifer was unsure of what to say, pulling his hand away as though Alastor had burned him.

"Don' be mindin' 'im, sir. Mah boy 'as alw'ys be'na sens'tive so'l." Lenora said, appearing beside Alastor. "Is no wonda 'e wen' on up dose st'irs."

Alastor frowned at Lucifer, before being pulled aside by Sir Pentious to change the subject and introduce his cute, wee egg that he hated himself for leaving behind.

"So, you must be Alastor," began Angel as he walked over to the pair. "My name's Angel, though if yous know Molls an' Ma dhen you'd prolly heard my real name Anthony."

"Ah, so yo' don' be da fella dat dese her' ladi's be talkin' 'bout." He extended a hand to Angel with a wide smile like that of his mother. "Da ple'sure do be all'a min', sir. It do be min'."

Angel shook his hand, surprised at the thin man's strong handshake. "Uh, no need ta stand on formalities here, Smiles Junior."

"If'n ya'll be sayin' so." Alastor said, looking to see Tex teasing the other cat about something with Molly. "Ah hop' yo' do be pardonin' me, Angel sir. Ah wan'a see what dat dere h'llabaloo-in' be about dere."

Angel let him go, chuckling to himself, "what a freak."

Well, skipping ahead to the usual evening shenanigans:

Alastor and Lenora took over the kitchen before anyone could stop them.

The sounds of laughter, talking and jazz, as well as dishes being moved and the occasional sounds of water being ran were heard.

"What da fuq are they cooking? That smells so fuckin' good!" Angel said, turned around in his seat to look at the kitchen doors.

"Anthony Ricardo Alvarez! That ain't no way to sit in a chair!" His mother scolded him.

"Knowing thossse two, it'sss probably sssssomething overfilling with love." Sir Pentious said, ever the sap.

"Well, as long as Lenora keeps her cannibalism in check-" Charlie said, only to be cut off.

"Maman, je t'aime. Mais, bien sûr, comme je suis en enfer pour le moment, nous n'ajouterons pas ces pécheurs à ce plat ! Non madame!"

"I ain't sure what dhose two said, but I don't dink dat went over well.." Angel said, only to hear another bit of the conversation.

"Mais chérie, c'est une bonne source de protéines! Et de toute façon, vous avez besoin de plus de viande sur les os!"

"Ne m'oblige pas à t'interdire l'accès à cette cuisine! Je le ferai. Vous savez que je le ferai!"

"Oof! I've heard him say that before." Molly said, smiling.

"What'd he say?" Angel asked his sister.

"Told his mother he'd ban her from the kitchen. Told me that, as well as Mr. British Cornsnake over there." Molly pointed to Sir Pentious, who had been speaking with Cherri.

Angel snorted. "Of course he's British. Makes sense as to why a Louisianan would ban him."

"Pardon?"Sir Pentious asked, now looking over.

"Look, yous culture ain't exactly known ta be the most flavorful around da time us," he gestured to himself and Molly, "and probably Smiles Junior was comin' up. And, from how Mama Smiles cooks, I see it really."

As the snake mulled that over for a few minutes, in walked Alastor and Lenora - Alastor carrying a large pot and Lenora having another pot with a tray of fresh biscuits atop it.

"Oh ho! We get the good shit!" Angel said excitedly, seeing the pot - jambalaya with extra shrimp, rice off in another pot and handmade biscuits.. Angel could die happy tonight.

The night was full of jokes and playful jabs over a lovely dinner. Tomorrow, everyone would say their goodbyes. But, for the night, happiness and laughter filled everyone's hearts for the first time in a while.

[donniesbabygirl28]

Hey, I hear you’re out of ideas 😏😏😏

What ab a Sodapop x reader (or pony or Darry ig cuz they live in the same house) with a girl next door kinda trope ??

Like she just moved next door and theres immediate chemistry 💪 or yknow, whatever you want ur the writer LMAO

You can do headcanons if you want (I very much like ur other hcs😎) or write it however way you wnat

or don’t, ur choice LMAOO

Omg I literally love you. bc I was just on the brink of death and you just saved me. I will DEFINITELY ask that for you. I’ll do sodapop first then pony and Darry you’ll get 3 diff versions?? MAYBE THO ofc they won’t be on the same page but still. Maybe I’ll do a Dallas one too but buck will have to make a room for you too bc yk..yeah anyway I hope you like it and PLEASE private message me bc I LOVE your energy but tell me that your the one that made this request so I know it’s you. <3 and PLEASE I want to hear more requests from you.

Sodapop x next door! Reader (before and when you are dating) ❤️

So basically, you moved in and he was like ‘who da fuq is movin in?’ In his head LMFAO

He ignored it, thinkin it wasn’t important.

Then he saw you through your window..

He looked at you for a little.

Not wanting to be creepy tho but he still couldn’t help looking at you.

He saw you outside when he was at the park, dude..he’s still a teenager yall think he not gon play on that swing set? Think again.(LMFAOOO)

Chile anyway. You were 2 swings down from him.

And he would look at you and look away when you would look at him.

You decided to make a small convo.

“..uh my name is y/n. I just moved here 2 days ago.”

He was kinda shocked that you said something to him.

“I know. I saw the moving truck outside. You’re my neighbor. I’m sodapop.” He said with a smile. (His smile ahgdjsnsh)

“That’s a cool name.”

“Thanks I like your name too.”

Y’all ended up playing tag (STOP! I DONT LIKE THIS GAME! 💀)

This is the best he has felt in a while since sandy left.

Y’all ended up being friends, talking about anything, playing at the park.

The park was y’all’s daily thing.

Especially at night. (Idk why but parks just hit diff especially when your friends are there lol)

You would notice him blush when you looked at him.

Best believe that y’all write on paper and tape it to y’all’s windows. (Yes. I used to like Taylor swift when I was 10 leave me alone)

If you go to school he would wake up just to say bye to you before you left.

And would wait for you to come back the whole time.

You almost made him want to go back to school. LMFAO.

And if you don’t go to school you will go to the DX with him and hang out with him while he works on cars or at the counter.

Y’all laugh so hard when y’all are at the park and at the DX..y’all almost got in trouble once lmfao.

Y’all talk about LITERALLY anything.

The boys catching on to his act and realizing that he likes you. Aw cute.

He finally tells you that he likes you.

Y’all are at the park laying in the grass.

And you say “Hey you know I like hanging out with you..”

He looks at you and says “and I like you.”

He realized what he said and looked away while blushing.

You didn’t know what he meant by that.

And you didn’t want to just assume that he had a crush on you so you asked.

“In what way?”

He looked at you and smiled.

“More than a friend. I’m in love with you and I understand if you don’t feel the same wa-“

You cut him off with a kiss. AHH so cute!!

“Is that a yes?”

“Soda..be fuckin for real.(LMFAO) Of course it’s a yes I just kissed you dummy.”

He sneaks into your bedroom through your window and cuddles with you.

Constant “I love you’s” from him.

The gang loves you.

You hang out with them all the time.

They just hope you’re not like Sandy.

You prove them wrong when they find you two in his room play fighting and giggling and kissing back and forth. And when they hear “I love you” wars.

They know your not like her. Duh. We ain’t fake.

Sodapop loves you with his whole heart.

This boy has so much love for you that when your away from him he actually cries.

The boys try to comfort him but if they ain’t you they can see theirselves out. There’s 👉the door 🚪.

When you come back the boy literally make you catch him and kisses you all over your face.

He is such a sweetheart please take care of him. He loves you so much. <3

[rutilefearless]

MAMA MO - AOT X FILIPINA!!READER

Lol sorry I got bored and had nothing to do so hear are hcs of your fav characters and you as a Filipino.

Warning!! - none just...you being a Filipina a$$hole just small swear words.

Imagine you fell from the sky and safely on the ground just to find out you're in your fav anime...wow... it's unbelievably dumb...but it's cool tho

Bi1tch if you ever meet the 104 cadets you're probably the black sheep like who the hecks leaves their shoes outside the dorms??? Who the heck drinks coffee at 3 in the afternoon and say "it's cold" while the others sweat their sh1t.

You're probably one of those a-hole that would go like:

"It's nice up here."

"Ha?"

"I said it's nice up here."

"Ha?"

"HAKDOGGG B1TCH GOD GAVE YOU EARS USE IT ARE YOU DUMB OR SOME SH1T, DA FUQ???"

I'm sorry...that's Filipino culture.

If both Eren and Jean p1sses you off you'd probably take your shoe/sandals off and throw it straight at their faces

There is never a time you didn't swear in Filipino

"PUTANGINAAAAA"

(Your mom's a b-)

"Gagong toh (this idiot) CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY??!!"

"AY PISTI! (pest) YOU SCARED ME SH1THEAD"

"Abay YAWA TANGINA ANAK NG PUTA GAGO KA PALA POTRES KANG BOBO MO ULOLL HAHAH."

( "fuckkkk mothrrfucker you son of a bitch damn idiot hahahahaaa.")

They don't understand you but they sure do know you're not happy

Yes you speak in Filipino sometimes like:

"TANGINA- histo- Krista pwede manligaw?"

(motherfu- histo- Krista can I be yours?)

You're probably with the gay squad...you guys know who right?

You're always speaking in Filipino when you're insulting someone or just looking for hot characters

The most Filipino thing you did was rap your anger when trost fell and half of your circle almost got killed.

They didn't understand you but hey atleast they knew you were worried

Levi probably thinks your weird as fuq like what kind of alien Language are you even talking?

Hange...we all know her... she'd flaunt about your talent of learning a language and would not stop asking questions here and there oh my goodness just answer her questions.

"How did you learn that?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Perhaps you belong somewhere outside?"

"What food do you eat?"

Food Hange....food

Erwin...yea...the shock on his face when you shouted in Filipino after you hit your elbows in the library you were like "AY YAWA!" he just looked down on his work but he has no idea what that meant

Honestly there was never a time you ate without carbs, like even in dinner we all know bread and potatoes are near and you just finish it like Sasha, the only thing is that you won't stop searching for is rice yes rice. You even asked the others what's for food and when they say soup you'd whine cause it's not rice

You didn't even finish your meat cause you were busy with potatoes and rice

The time you saw a literal titan during the fall of trost you said something in Filipino.

"Hey Connie!!!"

"What!!???"

"Wanna know who those thingies are??!!!"

"They're called Titans dumbass and what is it??!!!

"Mama mo!!" (Your mom)

The poor guy didn't understand and just went "HAHH??!!" "HAKDOG BOBO MO PALA" (hakdog your an idiot)

You probably said Filipino slangs like high-five is " apir" but in English it's "up here"

Adobo...that will never disappear, there are times you get bored and ask Sasha to haunt for a chicken cause you were too lazy to do it and sneaked out.

Don't worry the ingredients were complete so the adobo making was a success, everybody loved it since the taste was so unique and it had more seasonings than the usual soup. They should hire you as cook

That time Annie became a titan and was trapped in the titan forest. It was so tense no soldier couldn't breathe seeing the female Titan before them trapped but has a possibility of escaping and you just shouted "Hi! Chicks!!"

They just stared at you like a damn walking piece of shit 💀

But it actually changed cause the titan reacted, why? Cause you always call her that

Miss gurlll panicked 😭

Anyways that's all for today u want p.2?? Don't worry I've got class for the next five days 👌

Byeee

[ask-a-ghost]

May I ask when you knew you were a ghost? I am just questioning ghostkin

I’m probably ripping stuff right out my butt.

So.

Yeah.

I’m going to try my very best. None of this is a set of rules and I’m prolly just mindless yapping.

So don’t take this super seriously

I think I figured it out via memories and via shifts. A few things I can confirm are:

I am a human who is alive and well.

I do not have certain traits that other humans have.

I can interact with the things around me physically. I can pick up a book. I can throw a ball.

Here’s what I noticed that initially started to get me to think:

I would endure a shift, and I could tell it was a shift by comparing it to other kin types I have such as my fictionkin types or my theriotype. When your mind is still, well, yours, but not particularly the same.

During these shifts I would:

Actively know I was alive, however, would also “know” what it’s like to be dead.

Have shifts of certain traits I do not have, a big one for me was facial structure.

The reminiscence/the idea/the memory that I could defy the physical world around me.

“That could be a different kintype.”

Here’s how I landed on a ghost.

I could remember my death, and from what I knew, it wasn’t a character. The man seemed like a very… random guy.

Like.

Very random.

Past life memories definitely played a lot of the role into figuring out I am/probably am a ghost. Having a past life means that “this life is already over, and therefore doesn’t interfere with my current life. Hence, said thing is either already dead or just… whatever else.”

“Okay cool you could just be a character”

Shifts usually centered around what I considered a ghost or my own idea of what a ghost is. Think about what you, personally, think is a ghost. When I went:

“Well, they have blueish skin, a physical body that can periodically change, an—”

“Wait. How do I know that?”

Especially when an idea you have of what a ghost is more “outside the norm” ask yourself:

And HOW do i know that?

Connections to certain time spans/years could also help, connections to certain time periods, connections to overall supernatural activity.

“Do you ever feel like you just wanna haunt a church and find your murder?”

“…no?”

“Oh.”

That sort of thing.

“Okay, that’s really cool Hudson, but I literally NEVER get shifts, what are you on about???”

“Do you feel like a ghost?”

“What?”

“No no, let me ask you. Do you feel, dismissing your own body, that you are a ghost?”

“Well, sometimes I feel as if I am one, and something tells me I am one. I’m questioning it.”

“Okay. Usually the average person doesn’t really DO that, so… just consider going with that idea for maybe like. A month. And if it doesn’t feel right, maybe it’s not the one.”

But I’m mostly just pulling shit out my ass bro i prolly just woke up one day and was like “woah shit I’m a ghost da fuq”

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

So little update on my life!

Im getting braces soon and i had to go to a clinic that does panoramic xray, so that we can figure out what’s up with my teeth, and boy oh boy do i feel justified knowing that something was wrong with my teeth before anyone else. Lo and Behold, i have a tooth that was growing sideways in the back of my last tooth, did anyone believe me about the strange hard lump before? No. Would they believe me now that i have evidence? Yes.

So i told my dad and my mom, happily might i add. Because im fuckin vindicated! They on the other hand were like “da fuq you have a wisdom tooth”. Now some might go, “oh fuck, i need surgery for it” and im here asking my parent if they think the dentist can get it out whole so i can examine it.

Its not my fault i own a microscope that my godmother gave me when i was 9 and am obsessed with experimenting on myself. So yeah! Fun things i found out.

Also i was too short for the equipment that they had to lower it to nearly the lowest height just so I don’t tilt my head up XD

[fattypat-rick-ty]

Hi everyone I’m new to posting on socials especially when it comes to my ED so I’m feeling a bit nervous but also.. excited.? but also Idc.. weird I know but the fact that my brain isn’t braining is making me feel like it’s working

I yo-yo between disorders and I’m currently on day 3 without food I’m trying to lose as much as I can till Friday at least [for now] and I don’t know where things will go from here. The only thing I ate today was a Tylenol to cure my soul-numbing headache. Pray for me, I’m already feeling weak da fuq

I honestly don’t know what I want anymore in terms of my life, body.. etc [Ive been like this since I was 5] but I’m really hoping to be at my ugw by the end of summer hopefully spring although that’ll probably never happen if we’re being fucking fr

Let me know if there are any social media rules I need to know!

Also I’m a male and I’m 22 about to turn 23 if any of that matters

Okay

Here goes nothing!

[traitorousfruit]

(it's like 3am but I'mma just dump all my thoughts for my Self insert here, fuck grammar and all that other stuff-)

((update: it's almost 6am but I got some shit done!!))

Sage Larkspur, also known as "Queen of Baked goods" is a young woman trying to make a living with her older Brother, Maximilian Larkspur, by opening their own little Café right in Big Jack's territory.

They would've opened one somewhere else if rent wasn't so expensive, and the place comes with an apartment right over it!

They get by pretty well, their pastries, cakes and pies and etc. sell well and they're happy, people start talking and more customers start coming. Everyone is happy!

Well, not *everyone*. Jack catches word of this café and pretty much is just like "da fuq kinda creatures can serve better pies than me!?".

He sends out a few of his men or some fuckn spies to check the place out, just to see if he *really* has to worry about it, after all, it's just a small Café, right?

It's true, It's usually pretty quiet but on the day he sent out his spies it was absolutely *packed*. They had a bit of trouble with just getting inside the place.

Once they were in and able to get their hands on some of the treats, they were blown away! Like damn, that's a mean fuckn pie for such a small (and kinda shitty) place.

The customer service is also great! No insults, no degrading comments or threaths, hell, NO ONE FUCKN DIES, and an overall pleasent atmosphere.

Sage and Max have a lot of work, being the only people that work there, but they sure do a good job! If a customer has an extra wish or something, they'll happily fulfill it.

Max is full of Energy and Joy, doing his best to make even the most sad customer whose having a horrible day smile! (And giving them an extra treat on the house) and he sure as hell ain't letting them leave if he doesn't see a toothy grin!

Sage on the other is more calmer, but still just as kind, calling customers by let names, for example:"Mornin Sugar" "hey there, lil sunshine" "how's it going sweet pea?" "Anything else, honey?" And so on, she does her best to make every customer feel like a part of the family (sometimes you just need to be treated like family by strangers, admit it, it's nice)

(only time when the get pissy is if a customer starts some shit or is hurting someone and other bad stuff. Better be nice, otherwise a big knife is flying right past your head. You go there to get a little bit of peace in your day and just enjoy your time there, NOT start useless fight!)

Anyway, once Jack's henchman return (right after getting rid of all their treats, yum!) They inform him that this little business is going well, *too well* for his tatse.

He sends em back and tells them to wreck the place once night comes around, how dare another baking business be better than HIS?!

They feel a teensy tiny bit bad about doing so, but they'd rather lose some baked treats than their life's.

So yeah, they go to wreck the place, but whatever they do, nothing happens to the place, throwing rocks at the windows? they bounce right back. trying to kick the door down? The door hits em right back. Trying to light the place aflame? Fire immediately gets extinguished. Yeah, whatever they try to do, it backfires.

They go back to Jack to tell him what's going on, he's beyond pissed and sends em away (after like an hour long degrading talk about how incompetent they are to wreck *one* tiny Café)

He takes matters into his own hands and visits the place himself a few days later, he's a little shocked when he See's just how many people go there. He sticks around the area because he wants to talk to the Owners. *Alone.*

Evening rolls around, the last few customers leave and the siblings are about to close up, until Jack enters. Max is the first to notice him, but when he See's *who* just walked his smile immediately drops, he stammers out a "W-we're sorry sir, but we're a-already closed ffor the d-day..." Jack gives him a look down and chuckles to himself, ("damn, this bitch be scared as hell")

Sage soon walks in and stops, stares at Jack then at Max, back to Jack and one last time to Max, nodding at him with a smile.

S: "Well hello there Mr.Horner, it's an honor to have you, but we're sorry, we're closing right now, you can come back tomorrow. When you do that, I'll be sure to prioritize you over the other customers!"

Jack of course doesn't take that shit and tells em to pack up or he'll do it for them, Max tells Sage that they maybe should do just that, but she ain't budging.

S: "Why should we? we're just doing our job. Knowing you, you wouldn't do this unless we might be an actual threat to you and your busin-- wwwaaaait. Is Lil Jack Horner scared of a little competition?? My, oh my, this day just keeps gettin better and better!"

Jack's probably fuming at this point, but before he can say anything, Sage gently pushes him outside.

S: "Listen, sweetheart. We don't want any trouble, we're just trying to make a living here. So do me a favour, and just leave us be. And please don't send your goons to destroy this place again, it ain't gonna work."

With that she smiles at him one last time and locks the door behind him, closing the curtains and leaving Jack absolutely bamboozled outside the door.

((I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I'll work it out somehow, btw. This is gonna be like an enemy to business partners to friends and eventually to lovers kinda thing. For anyone who read this horrid mess of thought: THANK YOU!! It really means a lot to me that anyone would have this much patience with my messy ass! I might post a drawing/picrew of her and her brother later in the day)

[thegodthief]

The good thing about being a lucid dreamer: No matter what is happening, you know it's a dream and that you're going to wake up, eventually.

The bad thing about being a lucid dreamer: Super fidelity experiences, to the point where they feel more real than the memories that spawned them.

This didn't happen. This is a mashup of memories, but this didn't happen. My fellow church goers are kneeling around me as I'm laid out on the bench seat. It has been decades and I see their faces as clear as the day I walked away. They lay their hands on me, on my arms, on my legs, on my feet, on my shoulders, on my face. The pastor proceeding over this matter tells them to ignore any sound I make because the possession has me in full and until I am purged, nothing I do can be trusted.

She did say that a lot after I called her father out, didn't she. She tells them to pray for the release of my spirit, even if it took killing the flesh so that my soul could be whole. And she said that, too. I stuck around for how long? Bloody hell.

The fit threatening to dismantle my joints is quiet this time. Just a lot of contortions and muscle cramping from the demand to hold longer than the body has reserves to fuel. It's very unsettling to look at. The odd croaking and cracking from my mouth doesn't help. If they would just leave me alone, the fit will work itself out in just a few minutes and then I can rest.

But they don't leave me alone. I have no medical history of epilepsy, after all. When the fits started, I was encouraged to seek medical help, until that night I fell into trance at a home session and said some things about the head pastor that made all the dogs howl. Just because I was right didn't mean I had the right to say it, except he had been herding me into leaning into it. He kept telling me that as long as I was yielding to holy authority that it was okay to let go, okay to let the power flow, okay to be used as a mouthpiece for something that terrified me each time I felt it approaching.

It was okay until he heard something he didn't want to hear and now it's not okay and the mongrel has to be chased out before the disease spreads.

The fit eases and I'm able to move at will. Well, as much as I can with the twelve people pushing against me to hold me in place. I look up and see the glint of polished steel. A... Dagger?! Well that never happened ever! She's holding a dagger over me while preaching to the gathered congregation about the necessity of throwing the flesh to the flames of hell so the spirit can be saved. But I know I'm dreaming, so I try to see which memory this is a riff of.

In a flash I remember the memory represented by the dagger. The cold steel would hurt less. What will not yield to power, will be destroyed by power. She lays a hand on my chest and a lightning bolt flashes through the ceiling, through the suspended dagger, and into my chest, shattering my awareness.

The burial cloth is tight against my dead body, holding me in place. I am angry because they didn't bother to complete the rites and embalm me. So desperate to get rid of the seed of dissension that they skip treating the flesh in lieu of sealing the spirit in a leaking vessel. This didn't happen. I'm dead? Da fuq? Oh yea, dreaming still.

But it did happen, just not physically. I didn't have fits until I started going to that church, and it has taken a lot of work to undo the bindings and mental damage inflicted upon me there. In a way, they did succeed in killing me. I guess it's a good thing their burial rites were as shallow as their faith.

But why am I dreaming this now? Why like this?

My wrapped body lies still in a shallow grave dug in a ditch just off the dirt crossroads. One path is the back way to get to that church, but the intersecting path didn't physically exist. Without sight, I know that this area is visible from the back doors of the church, but only if you know where to look. They buried me here as a warning to the others.

Day becomes night. While I know I am dreaming, I have not attempted to free myself from the bindings, the grave, or the dream. Too many wounds in my soul have been ripped open and I am struggling not to suffocate in them.

In the sky, a figure ascends even as they descend. Forever suspended between heaven and earth, they watch. With my dream-sight, I see them and I am transfixed upon their being. They reveal themselves to my horror and I become as stone in my fright.

"How long do you intend to lie there, [Redacted]?"

I remember. I remember everything. I remember all that happened between the brutal beatings exorcisms in that church to what happened before I went to bed last night. All of it.

"Rot. Or not. But choose before the choice is made for you."

I feel the decaying burial cloth tighten around my thickening body. My death is being unwound and the fluids lost from decay are solidifying into flesh and veins again. Just because this was my past, doesn't mean it has to remain my present.

I have everything I need to move on, to dig out of the grave they left me in, to get away from the fate they wanted for me. I just have to accept it and go.

I am suddenly more afraid by the choice than I am by the one offering it. What will happen to me if I choose to live?

"You will be made a sacrifice, same as if you didn't. But you choose what you will sacrifice yourself for. That is the difference."

I'm so tired. So very tired. Tired of fighting for the right to sit in the same room, to be seen as an equal, to be regarded as anything but a plaything and a toy, to BREATHE. If I remain in this grave, I won't have to fight ever again.

But I know that not all dead are at rest. Every time I yielded control to someone who promised to protect me in life, I was made into a fetish by the one I yielded to and forced to fight for my freedom.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

I said nothing to the figure above me. Instead, I pushed out with reformed arms and dug up with filth stained hands until I was able to rip the soggy remains of the burial cloth from my face and fill my lungs with the sharp currents of the cold night air.

I looked up to the sky and saw them hanging from the stars. Their visage terrified me and comforted me at the same time.

"I choose to live."

"Then get up and go, [Redacted]. Leave this grave, and those who put you here, behind."

I pulled myself out of the shallow grave completely. My naked body was stained by the scars of exorcisms and marked by the mud I was reformed from.

I stood there, unsteady on remade feet, and looked down the path to the building that I know no longer exists and a field that was paved over a few years after I left. I knew I was dreaming, but I also knew I had to start leaving the past in the grave it dug for itself or I would be buried in it again and again.

I turned to look down the path that never was. The landscape shifted and rewove itself even as I attempted to fix it with my gaze. "Welp, the only way out is through." I stumbled from the grave onto the uneven and rocking ground that was the crossroads and then with great determination, left the crossroads along the path that never was.

The moment my feet left the path of my memories, the dream collapsed around me and I knew nothing more.

[jollyroz]

Jjba reader insert pt1

A/O note: a bit OOC for some characters and  Y/n is non-binary but is mistaken for a girl* english is not my first laungage please dont bully me

“Wow wow wow aint no wayyy” i said in disbelief “this-this art style,i cannot be mistaken..qm i in..JOJOS BIZZARE ADVENTURE!!!???” I looked around my surroundings just a bit longer “ hehe im big and strong! More than i was before” “ wait nevermind this is probably just a dream hehe a very good dream” i poked a a tree “wow this be feeling a bit too real now..but this cant be real..right?” I began to have a intrusive thought..what if i stabbed myself? to see if this is a dream? Spoiler alert! The intrusive thoughts won! I grabbed a twig and.. “AHHHH WHFG USGMORSVJH AHHH THAT HURT LIKE A FRICKING BRICK DROPPING ON TOP OF MY TOE!!!” Okay this is real! Da fuq that hurt but then once was a bleeding mess turned into a clean normal hand, no traces of injuries, okay thats…cool ig but wait what does this mean? Im invicible? Woudve been more helpfull not being able to feel pain aswell but ig i cant really complain. 

Mysteriously a note apeared “hello there! My name is not important but what is important is you knowing whats going on! You have been transported into jjba because ive seen how much despair your in in real life! Your invicible but still able to feel pain, sorry about that! Your in the first season, phantom blood! Try not too change the timeline too much you are in the part of the timeline were dio and jonathan are teens, u will be aged up because thats why u look like a teen,u may leave to the next season whenever u want thats all you will have a stand when your in star dust crusaders but for now you dont have anything other then not being able too die thats all  if u got questions say “TIME STOP  question!“ u may also use to this for fun just yell “TIME STOP”  so ig im DIO now

“Okay seems trustworthy now time too find best boi jonathan and hot bi vampire“

                            TIME SKIP

“Phewf- finally made it to the joestars manor..its frickin big. Now how would i get in…maybe go to dio and harass his ugly ass friends so they tell dio about me and that im looking for him? Sure, plus there weak wtf are they gonna do cry me too death?” Hehe this go be good wait how would i find them?, just then another note appeared “ hello yn ive ajusted somethings u cant feel pain and can teleport were ever u please have funnnnn”

Holly shit bro im basicly OP at this point but anywayss time to harrass some ugly mfs “waitt how do i teeport do i just think where i wanna teleport too? Yeah imma try that” *thinks about teleporting too dios friends* “AHHH h-hey what the fuck!?!? that random girl just apeared outta nowhere!??? Wtf-“ oh my god…there more uglyer in person “listen man, i dont like how u look..so im gonna beat u up, and if u think about it..thats a very reasonable reason haha” h-hey girls cant fight! Plus dont u know who we are?”  Mistakes? “ yes your dios friends of course!” “Y-yeah! So dont do anything o-or dio will mess u up really badly!” “Do you actually think dio cares about you? He doesnt just so u know..but send a message too dio that yn is looking too talk to him” “w-why would we do that? “ the second dude says “ because if u dont then you wont make it out alive 😊”  

              2 strong punches later….

Oookay i did not expect me to be THAT strong  uhh they will wake up eventually uhm for now i guess ill just “AHH OKAY WELL TELL DIO ABOUT YOU AND WHEN WE DO YOUR GONNA REGRET THISS “ i doubt that, the two boys run away like mice everythings going according too plan now what too do?? I could cause the butterfly affect if i do anything more, so lets not do anything for now and wait until Dio gets here,

[000life-is-meaningless000]

Humanity Is Abomination To God

Warning : Extremely, Long Rant !

Humanity is so fucking stupid, Throughout My Life, I've experienced, human beings actively attacking nature animals and the universe and aliens on concepts of racism sexism bad morals bad at ethics bad religious practices bad psychology and mental illness. HUMANS REALLY EXPECT EVERYTHING TO JUST BOW DOWN AND PLEASE THEM !

They demand the universe be the way they wanted to be in all life bow down to them !

😡

human beings literally are categorizing animals as different mental illnesses seeing if they're races are sexes and trying to make sure that they have good moral standing ? and some human beings are being so fucking insane they're trying to see if they can get animals to speak so they can figure out the political stance !

🤦🏻‍♂️

racism is natural, understanding creatures and their natural habitat and the way they act they behave they think and they're going to perform in nature It's Perfectly Natural, humans are no different, it just became taboo to understand different humans and their ways of doing things in their nature they call that racism, understanding what black people are going to do with racism understanding what females are going to do with sexism, but it's okay for black people to say fuck white people because apparently that's some way somehow not racist ?

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and it's okay for women to hate men because that's not sex as apparently ?

Da Fuq ?

morality and ethics are two things a human beings deeply fucking invented, morals are bullshits or ethics the universe understands domination is sacred, the universe understands law of the jungle aliens are not happy go lucky peaceful friendly creatures that coincide with each other know the universe the giant violent dangerous fucking jungle, the universe & life in the universe is indifferent and or hostile towards each other aliens are not going to look for your betterment aliens are not going to be your fucking Care bears, aliens are like hyperintelligent animals, they're not coming to the Earth to suck your dick and give you a million fucking dollars if they come here they're coming here for their own purposes their own needs to terraform the planet and support their own energy and their own life force and their own life over yours, imagine fire and a forest, fire is the alien to the forest, the fire lands in the forest it's not there to make the forest warm it's there to burn the forest down and create more fire, that's what the fire is there for to burn everything to the ground and turn that place into a brand new area for fire to burn, all the water we destroyed but some rocks can burn probably forever if not for hundreds of years, the forest may be cold and the fire may be hot but the fire is not there in order to benefit the forest the fire has its own self intent. before u can see the fire is Evil ( intending to do harm, if the dictionary definition of Evil ) But, The Fire doesn't give a shit the fire needs to be fired and you're not going to stop the fire from being fire, it will grow it will burn and it will glow, just as the aliens when they come to Earth will not be here to benefit you, they're here for their own purposes and the universe doesn't give a shit about your silly human concepts !

human beings have literally devolved into the stupidest fucking cry babies they are so hyper fucking sensitive it's fucking insane, pun intended.

they are closed-minded hypersensitive unbelievably emotional creatures who don't listen to God damn anything and all they want to do is constantly fight, insane and retarded if you only I can think of . . . . .

whether it's a physical fight or a social fight all they want to do is have a fight. and they don't even know what the fuck they're fighting for they're just emotional offended or upset but they're just emotional they're not fighting for Change and not fighting for for the greater good and not fighting to make things better they're fighting because they're fucking throwing a temper tantrum that never ends.

and they will argue to their blue in the face and even if they win nothing is resolved and they're still unhappy and they're still pissed they've achieved nothing they've accomplished nothing they just simply emotional and I'm not tell you why you're probably thinking about women and you're right but I'm also talking about the men. even the man are extremely fucking Emotional. Ridiculous.

human beings really are the most lost idiotic fucking race in existence they can't be taught anything they can't be helped they can't be healed they can't be saved.

Humanity is FUBAR - Which Is A German Term, it Mean's : Fucked Up Beyond All Repair !

humanity is a lost cause, I only wait for the aliens or God or some War to wipe out Humanity in my lifetime and it may seem like an utterly ridiculous and insane in the way for I am not a stupid man, I deeply understand and know that the world is coming to an end plus the Gray's is told me all about it when they made me I told the truth about not being human and Humanity was too stupid to have Fair Judgment of me, I gave great length and great detail of knowledge and they judged all my knowledge as schizophrenic hallucinations, that's how stupid humans are.

I told the truth about the fairy world AKA insectoid world but again Humanity just could not fucking get the knowledge they just could not understand 8 billion dumbasses walking around.

human beings really are the stupidest thing in the universe I've never met an animal dumber than a human being, in the name of God I solemnly swear, and I bet you're going to try to Say flies, although flies are an incredibly stupid bug they at least they have their priorities straight, find food make babies, don't die. you don't see flies coming up with stupid concepts like raises them and then crying as hard as they can about it when the people in society or the certain type of humans which were which are commonly extremely problematic are the ones that cry racism the hardest and women in society who are the biggest assholes or Karen's or women who are the least desirable or the ones who are screaming sexism the most, instant it is the different breeds of humanity that have a bad reputation of being assholes decide to continue to be assholes but now thay just add on, just shame everybody for for understanding their shitty nature.

I'm not going to point them out because you humans are incredibly fucking insane if I point on a literal problem in your God damn race or Point literally pointed assholes in your fucking Clade, you will get emotional you will get triggered and you will stupidly get offended by truth.

so I'm not going to point at the demographic we all goddamn no other multiple demographics you're too much of an Unhinged idiot for me to tell you the Truth.

but I will say this, you don't see fucking flies going around inventing nuclear bombs you don't see flies starting massive fires at the fire that was a problem but you don't see him you don't see flies destroying the world they may be utterly disgusting but how many nuclear dumps have they created ?

how many landfills have flies created, flies are disgusting there's no arguing with that but I don't see fly destroying the environment ? I don't see fucking flies doing anything bad for the planet except for breaking down shit destroying disease trying to make more goddamn worms and trying their God damn fast not to die even though they got a brain smaller than in the head of a pin, literally. and even though a fly has a brain is smaller than the head of a pen it's only somehow they're smarter than most human beings ? Amazing !

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@God <- Will Your Holy Highness Hurry The Fuck Up, either get rid of them or get rid of Me !

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This World Is A Fate Worse Than Hell, Even Though Hell's is Eternal !

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Falling At Sleep - what if

The first time anyone noticed Alastor's odd.. habit, shall we say, was when he was found by Husker. At the bar, sleeping atop the counter, on his stomach, fucking deer hooves and tail on display as he snored and clutched one of the newly purchased cleaning rag.

"Fucking hell, boss.. what the shit, is this?" It was way too fucking early, at.. 3am- what the fuck!

Husker dragged his Bambi boss all the way back to bed. Dropping him on his bed unceremoniously, bitch slept the whole fucking time. Good.

--

The next ones to find this out was Fat Nuggets, and Angel.

Angel had come back from a rough day with Val at the studio, smiling at he approached his room. He walked in to see Nuggets asleep in his bed, like a good boy.

"Hey Nugs. How's mama's little man?" Angel asked Nuggets before he walked into his bathroom to get dressed for bed. He rushed out when he heard Fat Nuggets oink in distress, expecting the worst and ready to throw down-

What he wasn't ready for, was seeing a beyond passed the fuck out Smiles sprawled out on the floor of his room on his back. In a two piece red pajamas piece with white accents - hooves on display.

"Da fuq?" Angel rubbed his eyes, hoping he was seeing thindgs- nope. Smiles was still there. And now Nuggets was moving to sniff and nudge the man.

"Nugs!" Angel whispered sharply, trying to scare the pig away from the cannibal. But nope. The man just let out a loud snort as he was touched, before he settled down.

Phew!

"Well, I'm too tired to move him, so.." Angel carefully put a pillow under Alastor's head and tossed a blanket over him, just in tome for Nuggets to snuggle up to Alastor.

"G'night Nuggets. Night Smiles." Angel said, snapping a pic - Smiles came out static-like but it worked - of the two before falling asleep himself.

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Niffty was freaked out, at first, when she found her boss asleep in her Roach Theater space, on his side, after hours. How rude!

"Hey! Hey, Alastor!" Niffty shook her boss a few times on his shoulder, the man in such a deep sleep he was essentially dead.

He didn't even stir when Niffty put a dead roach in his ear. Huh..

"Well, if you're going to sleep here.. I am too!" Niffty pulled a blanket over Alastor and cuddled up to him under the blanket, before they slept in the quiet together.

--

Vaggie almost stabbed Alastor in the dark when there was a sudden thump in hers and Charlie's room.

Luckily, Charlie turned on the light. Well, lucky for Alastor..

"How the fuck-"

"Shh, Vaggie." Charlie pointed to Keekee and Razzle snuggled close to Alastor on the floor.

The fallen angel gestured to the demon asleep on the floor with the lamb and cat. "Charlie, seriously! Think about it! How the Hell is he in here!? What the fuck is he-" Vaggie was cut off by a loud snort before Alastor was quiet again. "What the fuck?! Like, seriously!?"

Charlie shrugged. "Maybe we shouldn't wake him? Just, take him back to his room?"

"I am NOT touching him!" Vaggie whisper-shouted, before kicking the demon in the back of the head.

That woke him, and also made Keekee abandon her post on Alastor's side to jump to the bed as Razzle made a distressed noise.

"Hmm?" Alastor sat up, his eyes barely open, looking around the room, before looking to the two women and creatures. "Pard'n the intrusion ladies.. I'll jus' let you sleep.."

The demon dragged himself out of the room, well, his shadow did. Keekee and Razzle looked at Vaggie, annoyed. Fat Nuggets was right! Alastor was warm and they got cheated out of snuggles!

Vaggie looked from the door, pissed off, to the two. "What?"

Nothing was indicated, as the two went to their beds to sleep.

"Vaggie, I don't think you should have.."

Vaggie groaned. "Can we just go to bed, please?"

"Okay." Charlie yawned, shutting off the light, too tired to argue.

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When Alastor dropped into Lucifer's room, into a pile of ducks, the small king jumped in fear. He'd been making ducks for hours, and then.. this..

"Uh, can I help you?" He asked, annoyed.

All he got was a snore in return.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Lucifer grabbed the demon by the collar of his sleeping shirt, who's ears twitched. "What's your problem!" He shook the man, before looking at his shadow that was moving about.

"What?" Lucifer asked, annoyed.

"Massster can't sssleep.."

Come again? "He seems fine to me."

"No, you misssunderssstand. Ssssince Massster got ssstabbed by the angel, Massster has been having cold sssweatss and is alwaysss tired.. I've been trying to find help for hisss injury, at night.. he isss dying. Too ssstubborn to even ask Misss Rossie for help.."

"Is that why I've been sensing his energy getting weaker? Wait- Adam stabbed this fucker?" Lucifer looked from the shadow to Alastor, as he moved a hand back to gesture to him. "Where?"

"From hiss right ssshoulder down hisss andomen." The shadow said. "He'sss too worried to asssk for help. Won't want to be ssseen assss weak. But hissss deal, it will keep him from dying out right. His leassssh, it issss heavy."

"Leash? Deal?" Lucifer groaned. "You have to be fucking kidding me.." he laid Alastor down on the floor, and removed his shirt - stitch marks for the wound, bloody and pus covered and.. hang on, did this bitch try to burn it closed with a hot metal item? "Oh you dumbfuck of a buck."

All the color was almost drained from the man, so close to death. And Lucifer caught a scent he never thought he would smell again-

"Okay." He grabbed at the chain, gripping it tight. "Time for this to go." While using his angelic powers, he pulled the chain.It broke like it was made of cheap paper rings.

"Okay," Lucifer tried to remember to focus on what healing powers felt like as he reached his hands to the wound. "Let's try this. And I hope for his sake, it works."

There was a strong yellow light, and soon the wound was mostly healed and gone, save for a newly formed long scar.

"There. Phew.." Lucifer wiped his brow, before looking to the shadow. "Think you can bring him back to his room?"

The shadow nodded. "Thank you, sssire. He will not be happy when I inform him of thisss.. good night."

Lucifer nodded, watching as the shadow took Alastor out of the room. "Phew." He looked at the pile of ducks, seeing none of them were covered in fluid. "Good."

After he got dressed for bed, Lucifer looked up at the ceiling in his room. "You stupid fucking kid, making a deal with Eve. Well, hope you're happy now, cause you owe me, bitch."