#mod black says: I am tearing up!!!!!

[mindinabox]

Black and White Releasing August 30th 2023

[nats-bottom]

KJ - Drunk Pt 2

Summary: While out on their outing to the bar, Kelly and reader chat and have some laughs

Pairings: Kelly Jones and Reader

Warnings: slight panic attack, a little homophobia

Notes:

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"See you tonight!" Kelly says excitedly. She gives me a smile, then walks away to her assistant. I watch her hips sway back and forth as she walks away. Damn she's hot. 

I get back to work, the day dragging on as I wait for tonight's adventures.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I arrive back at my apartment around 6:30 and immediately get ready for my date. Is it a date? I hope it's a date. What if she doesn't think of it as a date, and just wants to ask me more questions? Oh god I hope not.

I try not to let these thoughts bother me, but that's all that seems to swirl around my head. I take a seat on my bed and put my hands on my heart, feeling it beat faster and faster. I feel the sweat drip down my forehead, and a little gets in my eyes. 

"Ow!" I exclaim. I get up off my bed and grab a washcloth from the hall closet, getting it wet and wiping my eye. I don't care about ruining my makeup at this point, since I was going to re-do it for tonight anyway. I hold the wet washcloth over my eyes, letting the coldness both calm me down and soothe the sting. 

I remove the washcloth from my eyes and look up at myself in the mirror. My eyes have black all around them and my face is still wet, from water and tears. I take a clean towel and wipe my face dry, cleaning off the smeared makeup as well. I take a a few deep breaths and just stare at the face in the mirror. Once I recompose myself, I walk back to my bedroom to pick out some clothes for tonight.

There are many options. I could go for a dress, one that is a little lower cut and ends right above my knees. Or I could be a little more casual and wear pants. Something I'm still not allowed to wear at work somehow. After debating back and forth, I decided to go with the dress. It's casual enough, but still nicer. I slip on a pair of heels and re-do my makeup, this time a little nicer, and put on some bright red lipstick. I let my hair down and style it in some curls, not too tight, but not too loose.

I look at the clock and see that it is 7:30 already. I grab all my stuff and lock up before heading down to my car. The ride there is nice and calm, which is exactly what I need since I am still very nervous about what this night will bring and exactly what it entails. 

I arrive at the bar a few minutes early, but head inside anyway. I sit down at a table and tap my fingers on the table while I wait. Not two minutes later, I see her walk in. She's wearing a dress as well, but it's fancier than the one she wore to work today. She has her hair pinned up, with a few strands left out to frame her face. She looks drop dead gorgeous. I wave my hand to her, signaling my location. She smiles and walks over. 

"Hello y/n, you look pretty hip." Kelly says. 

"Same to you Kelly. You look really mod." I say as Kelly takes a seat opposite of me. 

"So I wanted to ask you some questions if that's ok." Kelly says, placing her left hand inside of her right hand on top of the table.

"Yeah sure." I say, shifting around in my seat, hoping it has nothing to do with my job. If it did, then she would probably bring her assistant, or at least something to write everything down on. But I don't see either, so I think I'm in the clear. 

"So, are you single?"

I looked at her in shock, not expecting that question. I try to analyze her face to see what she means by this question, but can't quite read her. As I'm one not to lie, I answer her honestly, "Yes, I was only in one relationship in college, but that didn't last." I think back to Ellie, and smile. She and I were perfect. There was nothing wrong, except for the fact that we weren't allowed to be together. Trying not to reminisce on the memory of her too long, I focus my attention back on Kelly. She's looking at me, a mix of hope and sadness in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry about that. Was he good to you at least?" Kelly asks.

"Yeah, they were good. We had to break up because their dad found someone for them to marry. Her- um, Their parents didn't know about us." I let out a sigh. I put my head in my hands as I realized that I accidentally let it slip that they were a she. 

I feel a pair of hands take mine and peel them away from my face. I look up and see Kelly look at me with an understanding in her deep, green eyes. 

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I ask sheepishly and quietly. I stare into her eyes, waiting for a response.

"Of course not. Especially since I'm one myself." She chuckles. She rubs the back of my hands with her thumbs in a comforting manner. "Now tell me what you want to drink and I'll go grab it for us."

"I'll take an old fashioned." I reply, with a smile. I feel a warmness in my heart as she smiles back at me. She gets up and walks to the bar, ordering our drinks. She comes back with our drinks and sits down, putting my drink in front of me. 

"Let me just lay this out, no work talk tonight, okay? Let's just have some fun." Kelly says, putting her hand on mine.

"Sounds amazing." I gush. "Normally at these things all I do is talk about work."

After a few more drinks, and a lot of laughs, we get on the topic of where we've lived.

"Enough about me. Where all have you lived?" I ask.

"Oh I'd rather save that for another time." I smile at the thought of there being another time with her. "But I've picked up a lot of accents though."

"Ooooo, let's hear them!" I say excitedly.

"Well aren't you just the most adorable little junebug!" Kelly says in a deep Southern accent, probably from Alabama somewhere.

"That was amazing! Do another!" I clap my hands excitedly. She continues to speak in a British accent, an Australian accent, and a different Southern accent. She does them all well, well enough that she could've been native to anyone of those places. "Have you really lived in all those places?"

"No, I just watch it on TV."

"Well, you're very good. Really impressive. Makes me wonder what else that mouth can do." I look at her lustfully. I bite my lip, waiting for a response.

"Wouldn't you like to find out." She says, looking up at me through her eyelashes. 

"Well, why don't we go back to my place and figure that out." I say, smirking. 

[sophieinwonderland]

Today is the day I make one lucky cringizen's dream come true!

I've had this screenshot saved for over a month, knowing this day would come! So congrats little cringizen, your wish is finally granted!

Because I'm going to talk about Aspen's bullying of Custom-Emojis, and recount my two minutes in Aspen's server!

So let's see if I can sum this up. Aspen, an anti-endo TikToker, goes into the Custom-Emojis server. She barely says or does anything there. She gets banned for conduct in other places. Rather than moving on, Aspen plays victim while mocking people's triggers, and says she was banned for saying hi.

You can find the story from Custom-Emojis here:

Aspen escalated and is now allegedly openly admitting to bullying Custom-Emojis.

I do say allegedly because these screenshots are from r/systemscringe and I don't actually know what the context is for that second one. But if it's legit, yikes!

Now, I normally wouldn't get involved in this drama. Mostly because I think both parties behaved pretty poorly. Aspen blew a ban out of proportion instead of just moving on, and chose to mock people's triggers in retaliation for banning her. Obviously terrible. But... I also don't support Custom-Emojis following up by telling people to mass report her TikTok. Both seem like massive overreactions that only furthered the conflict.

There are no mature adults in the room.

So why am I talking about this?

Well you see, I have a funny story to share!

See, a while back, when r/systemscringe added Aspen to their hit list, I wanted to see what the deal with her server was. Was it really as bad as r/systemscringe claimed?

So... I joined it... just to see.

I never actually got to find out!

While casually scanning, before posting anything at all, I read people talking about me just joining. They recognized my name. A few were explaining to the mods who I was and that I was an endogenic systems. I think they mentioned I was a tulpa too.

One of them even mentioned following this blogs for the laughs. Which, if you're here now, hi! 🙋‍♀️

And then, everything went black. Well, gray. Point is, I was kicked from the server! Instantly! In what was probably less than 5 minutes having said absolutely nothing!

All for the crime of being an endogenic system.

And at the time, I didn't comment on it. It seemed... disadvantageous. r/systemscringe was focused on Aspen. Aspen and her server was focused on r/systemscringe. Why interrupt that? Why get in the way of ableist anti-endo factions tearing each other apart?

But with this latest incident, I had to talk about the sheer hypocrisy of Aspen's community at being outraged over Aspen getting banned while doing the same exact things!

It's just too funny to not point out the hypocrisy of Aspen and her followers!

Wait... Aspen's Here?

Okay, so everything above I wrote Thursday or Friday. I didn't post then because other things were going on and I wasn't quite ready to get dragged into the drama. Then surprise, Aspen made a new Tumblr! And one of her first acts was invading inclusive tags.

Expanding on what this anon says, the pluralgang tag isn't merely where endogenic systems hang out. It's a tag that was made explicitly for the inclusive plural community.

As a reminder, the "plural" label originated from non-disordered system, and has always been inclusive to all plurals for nearly 30 years. The plural community is our community. And hate isn't welcome here.

Oh, did I mention she tosses around ableist slurs?

Putting aside the blatant ableism against people with schizophrenia with that slur, let's reiterate that the existence of non-disordered and endogenic plurality is back by actual psychiatrists. This is not schizophrenia. It is not a mental disorder.

Transgender Mental Health by Eric Yarbrough explicitly states that you can be plural without trauma or a disorder.

This is a book that was peer reviewed and published by the American Psychiatric Association.

The ICD-11 states you can experience the presence of multiple "distinct personality states" (the same term it uses for alters) without a disorder in their entry on DID.

The existence of non-disordered and endogenic plurality is FACT!

And anyone who says otherwise is either ignorant or lying.

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Oh, and since I'm sure this post will get around to r/systemscringe and one or both of its servers, be sure to check out my debunk of r/systemscringe's lies while you're here. 😉

Also, as always when an anti-endo invades inclusive and pro-endo tags, my response is going into anti-endo tags. If any anti-endos don't like this, please take it up with Aspen. I'll respect boundaries as long as the boundaries of our community is respected. Otherwise... 🤷‍♀️

[spopsalt]

I also found this on the wiki under Catra trivia.

Okay, so… To me, this seems like an issue where both options aren’t great ideas. Because either…

A. They have Catra wear Adora’s shirt. Not getting into the whole ‘girlfriend wears her partner’s clothes after sex trope’, since it’s not a given trope. Some partners just share or steal clothes anyway, no intimacy required. Just saying the association could be there. Not saying it is, but it could be. But ignoring that since it’s not a given, I do have questions. 1. How and when is Catra stealing Adora’s clothes? Adora only changed I to her space suit once and probably didn’t pack anything to bring, so Catra wouldn’t have the opportunity to change when she did. She would’ve had to just yoink it from Adora when she was probably still wearing it. 2. What would Adora wear? Forget not packing for space, the girl didn’t pack when she moved to Brightmoon. It’s probably her ONLY SHIRT PERIOD. Was the plan to have Adora wear her undershirt and jacket? And 3. It’s a shirt. Just a shirt. What was the plan for… Oh I don’t know, pants? Or her weird little sock things? I get they’re not shoes, but maybe they provide Catra with some protection on her feet, like where they’re not padded? So even with a shirt, she’d still be SOL for pants and sock things? Unless the plan was to just work with her boxer shorts and nothing else, or parts of the Horde Prime outfit? Idk. Not thought out, and I’m glad they didn’t do it. And that’s not even getting into the whole joke Nate did with a piece of art where Catra DID steal and tear up Adora’s shirt, just so she couldn’t wear it anymore. There’s taking your partner’s clothes, and then there’s blatant property damage.

On the other hand…

B. They do the outfit they gave Catra. Sure, you could say it’s just here S4 outfit with the sleeve ripped off. But there some details I noticed that lead me to believe it’s an entirely new outfit.

For one, the belt is missing. And maybe I simply am misunderstanding, but to me the belt in the first picture doesn’t look like a belt. It acts more like it’s more or less part of the outfit and sewn in. It lines up into the outfit. The new one has it loose, and is not lining into the outfit, making it a separate accessory in a more obvious way.

The colors are different. I’m probably being nitpicky here, but S4 outfit seems to be leaning more into a red territory, even with the black parts being on a redder spectrum. S5 leans more into orange and brown parts of the spectrum. They still have red, but less so.

And, the most important bit of evidence. CATRA WASN’T WEARING HER S4 OUTFIT WHEN THEY GOT ON THE SHIP. Meaning they didn’t have an old outfit they could have modified anyway. Unless they modded the outfit Prime put her in, which would have been next to impossible since they’re not remotely similar.

So maybe they found some clothes lying around that fit Catra perfectly and matched her aesthetic??? Probably found it with all the First Ones food that wasn’t expired despite being ancient. No idea how it wouldn’t have been eaten away by space-moths or something. Nevermind the fact I’m pretty sure they said the ship was already raided for all it’s worth when they first found it in the Crimson Waste. Not like food or clothing is useful in the desert, but I digress. So I’m left guessing Entrapta made it??? With what materials, idk. I don’t even know where she found the supplies or the time to make the space suits. She was busy with the ship most of the time. But again, that’s just another set of problems that are beside the point.

Hi! Yeah that's a good question. They never describe how they get the clothes, they just put them on out of nowhere, like Catra has the most clothes changes, but how? It doubt the horde gives them clothes soooooo???? Just one plot hole in a show full of plot holes.

[quirrelfan]

what is the reason you love quirrel so much? i do know that sudden and unexplainable attachments to characters happen (for me it’s revali from breath of the wild. idk why but i love him so much (yes i realize he’s kind of a terrible person)). but i’m just wondering if there’s any specific reason you love him so much?

Yipee, my first ask!!!

It's hard to keep this brief so...:)

When I started Hollow Knight, Hornet was my favourite. I never went to Black Egg Temple so i never saw Quirrel until Lake of Unn.

When I first met him, I didn't think much, but thought he was neat (like all of the characters I've interacted with up to this point).

I missed him in Queens Station because I went to the bench first, then went to interact only to find that he was gone. However, I did not recognize him, so I pretty sad to miss the interaction.

City of Tears rolls around. And oh boy I was so excited to sit with a friendly bug! I sat with him for a while, enjoying the atmosphere, then realised that he is the same guy from Lake of Unn, and that Lake of Unn guy is the same guy as the Queens Station guy. I immediately liked him so much more when I realised this. I loved that he was also exploring! The bench also gave him bonus points, and it became my favourite bench.

Now I became *VERY* excited to explore, to find him in the next area, hunting him down so I can talk with him more. But I never saw him in Deepnest, nor did I see him in Crystal Peak. The next time I saw him was outside of Teacher's Archive. I was SO happy!

And what sealed his place as my favourite character in Hollow Knight (and soon to be overall favourite character alongside Hawks) was the Uumuu fight. I did not see him when he shows up in the fight, but I heard his voice and immediately got hyped. And saw that he was helping me. HELPING ME!!! I did not care how much i died, I never raged at Uumuu at all. I was having a blast. The moment I heard him in the fight, he became my favourite in HK.

Afterwards, I then decided to explore Resting Grounds. My memory of it was foggy, and I wanted to see what was up with that.

I accidentally walked into blue lake.. and there is my friend! Quirrel!

After talking, i sat with him. For a while, but just too short. I left and said aloud (because I was on call with my friend), that i'd come back to him later. I exited the area and decided I wanted to sit with him a little longer.

And his nail. I realised what it meant.

My friend was gone.

His entire storyline (i watched the rest of the interactions on yt), his love for exploring, his appearance (friend shaped) his aid in the battle against Uumuu, his bench, the foreshadowing, the detail of the subtle change in his voice after he removed Monomon's mask.

Everything. Everything about this bug made me love him so much. Yet it is also like one of those "no particular reason" situations. It's everything and nothing in particular at the same time.

Seeing him makes me happy. He makes me smile. His voice in the Hallownest Vocalized mod always makes me smile so fucking much. The Quirrel comic, and when it got voiced over by the Hallownest Vocalized actors. That makes me so incredibly happy as well. (This reminded me to buy the collectors edition of HK so I can get the physical comic and whatever other cool stuff it has).

I have a save file where I'm just at the Quirrel bench. It makes me happy.

I am happy to show my love for Quirrel, whether it's my ita bag, or my rambles about him, or that Quirrel Location written series I made.

I am so happy my friend got Hollow Knight. He didn't try convincing me to play it, I just ended up buying it on the switch. I knew of it beforehand, but my friend is why I got the game. I have him to thank for my love for my now favourite game and for Quirrel.

I know I talked a lot, but it's difficult to explain without going through every little bit, because everything about him makes me love him.

I like that this was my first ask I've recieved. As Quirrel would say:

"I like that. I like that very much."

[journalsouppe]

My spread for the Turnabout Century zine!! Wow, this zine is just incredible. The art, writing, and merch are all phenomenal and were simply breathtaking. I am so so happy I was able to snag a bundle because I love absolutely everything.

Gosh I have so much love for DGS and I just love zines so much as it’s just a collection of people’s love for a certain piece of media. Thank you to everyone who worked on this zine!! Y’all have killed it.

Images of the art book and merch can be found here. (Extra food and stationary stickers are from Daiso)

Writing typed below!

Zine theme: a celebration of the Great Ace Attorney Anthology

Zine theme: a celebration of the Great Ace Attorney Anthology

Merch List:

Leftover Sales (Prosecutor’s Portmanteau)

B5 hardcover foil art book

Digital zine

Clover suite memorabilia (behind the curtains)

Prelude to century.mp3 (Zebby)

Sticker Sheet (Viridilly)

Susato and Haori wooden pins (Miki)

Elementary enamel pin (Saerinn)

Van Zieks acrylic charm (Kermie)

Darumagami (sleeping salad)

4 Prints (2tchome, ohprcr, noctilin, rollround)

Bonus Print - dress up susato (Katsucii - art and ohprcr - design)

Wax stamp seal

My Thoughts: This zine is truly incredible. Everything in this zine is so beautifully made and made with such love and care, it brings tears to my eyes. There’s so much attention to detail with both breathtaking serious pieces and hilarious silly pieces. I can’t take my eyes away. I am so happy I was able to snag a leftover bundle because this book + merch are now som elf my prized possessions. I feel so appreciative to be a DGS fan because I can tell how much love people have for these games while also being so silly about it, which is exactly how the game is structured lmao. I just have so much awe for this project that I have so many words to say but I am also completely speechless. Incredible.

Absolutely incredible work everyone! Thank you so much to all the creators and mods on this project, y’all have done such a wonderful job. This zine is such a treasure :’)

My Comments:

THESE STICKERS ARE SO CUTE

The kokeshi pins are so unique and lovely

Omg the reverse poem

THE MCGILDED PIECE AHH

THE CARNIVAL

Love the disguises

Sleepover art print T-T!!

Elementary (plus a bad drawing of the forehead point LOL)

The art is so phenomenal, brings tears to my eyes :’)

Haori, Susato, and Iris in gowns oh my god T-T

I’m gonna die the Darumagami are ADORABLE

The black hatching shading omgggggg

Pirate kazuma omg

A recipe within a fix? Obsessed.

The writing is incredible

THE RESOLVE PIECE GOES SO HARD

Ahhhhh the fathers fic

The different art styles really makes this so special

Love the gold foil hard cover

The art is making me lose my mind

All the chuunosuke and friends ahhhh so cute

[radmule]

Okay, finally managed to finish first Chapter of Sim Settlements 2! (Atleast... I think? As Concord suddenly became a living and thriving settlement out of nowhere and *for some reason* The Stranger Jake looks... different to me. I cannot pinpoint what exactly it is, if his model got changed for the second chapter [assuming for a compatibility reasons] or whenever I am simply hallucinating, but it really made me pause the game for a second and check him closely in Photo Editor)

-right! One more thing, I also managed to make REshade running together with Photo Mod, so that made me a slightly happier person aswell :) Really love using this tool when playing other Fallouts or TheHunter to tinker around with screenshots. I put my good old friend Filmic Workshop Reshade on top and bang, got myself a huge collection of photos in matter of minutes. (Not as good as most of the game photographers here on Tumblr, but trust me when I say it’s fun!)

Back to the SS2 though - the first chapter was a bit shorter than what I expected, but nonetheless it was quite entertaining experience and I really digged going through it. It’s quest system was very well structured and I apprecieted that the “Find Jake here” quests were done with mind on the player’s level, starting out close to Sanctuary and progressively pushing you to go farther and farther in a very friendly way.

As mentioned in my first post about this mod, the writing and voice acting was absolutely superb - seriously, hats down for the team. When I went to Vault 81 for the first time and the blonde-haired guy started talking to me, I chuckled to myself thinking “Damn, Bethesda really decided to make a clearly Vault Boy inspired NPC, huh.” and after a second of thinking that I do not recall him from the vanilla game, I realized that it’s one of the characters from the mod! Like, seriously- that caught me offguard. The writing really matches the... specific, lighthearted writing of Beth, but in a good way, making it feel like the mod’s story indeed connects with the original game and that the characters ain’t out of touch, as what usually happens with most of the FO4 mods.

In terms of the technical side, a.k.a the building mechanics of the mod, I am still... struggling with it, atleast with some parts. Still trying to figure out the leveling system and the icons next to the residental plots, but outside of that, the mod offers a very good explanation of its mechanics, either through the Holotape or the Jake “Tutorial Guy” Evans himself. Though, the Place Everywhere Mod was a genuine lifesaver and cannot imagine working without it, as there were moments where it pushed me to build plots in incredibly high places.  It was nice thing that the plot types were introduced to you bit by bit, not only it was not as overwhelming figuring all the stuff in one time, but it also gave you a sense of accomplishment/progress and personally made me joyous when I realized that I can make Brahmin Caravan spots - heck yeah!

The characters... damn, hard to say who I liked the most. Jake is a genuine sweetheart and made me almost tear up few times, wouldn’t believe I would get so emotional over a NPC :’) From the settlers, Old Paul is of course the most fleshed out of the characters and him and little Cola are always lovely duo to come across in Sanctuary, but I... also really liked Lily? She is quite a nosy character and always seems to comment on things around the settlement, but it was so cool to hear her having an unique dialogue when I switched her job from Farmer to Doctor. She sounded... so much happier, and made me feel like it really matters you give your settlers a job they are gonna like. Ron was the first character during whose dialogue I found out there are a Perk specific dialogue options, as I could bribe him to give me piece of information for free thanks to equipped Black Widow - not only it was a very pleasant surprise that your perks actually matter for once, but it was a really fun dialogue exchange. In hindsight though, it makes me feel bit bad for him that he did not get any caps for it :’) Ah right, Aiden! Really did not expect him to meet him during that specific quest, and when I saw him I was like “Yoooo, that’s the guy I saw fanarts of!”

Really thought he made his first appearance in Chapter 2, so that was another thing that caught me by surprise :’) not much sure what to say about him though, sadly, as there was not alot of his screentime in this part.

So to conclude the whole thing, I really enjoyed the mod and am looking foward playing the continuation! Might take me even longer time thanks to Uni responsibilities and the fact that I feel like Ch2 expects you to progress more in the main story/the game than what I currently did, so a next progress report might be in much wider gap then this time-

[strawbxrrytiger]

i'm gonna post this here because for anyone who doesn't use twitter or hasn't heard the news from a friend, you need to know.

cw for sexual assault, grooming, pedophilia, and more. overall cw/tw for fucked up shit;

elliot gindi was a small voice actor mostly known for his role as Tighnari in Genshin Impact.

he grew popular because of this, his character was beloved and his voice acting made Tighnari loved even more.

he was looked up to and had an ever growing fanbase.

but, behind the scenes, he was

grooming

blackmailing

abusing

being transphobic

asking for MULTIPLE teenager's nudes (which included a 14 & 17 year old)

being sexist

being racist

being manipulative

and overall being an egotistical asshole

this twitter post was compiled by his mod team and shows not only victim's stories but evidence of his admittance (which he did in his "apology").

this is the thread i made compiling all of the evidence from the victims that wasn't included in the doc. it is being regularly updated with stories from more victims that have come forward since the release of all the information + creepy encounters others have had.

i personally was close with him, we DMd and talked and he listened to me vent about my financial situation and family situation multiple times. he even had gone to a point where he gave me $200 to help out.

he had joined a private server with a couple of friends and i n would have us essentially do the mods' work for him in scouting out people who needed to be talked to/banned

on top of that i was also an emote artist of his.

if you were in his streams/discord you most likely recognize this

it's the emote i drew that he used

DMs to show so you know i'm not BSing, his profile changed because he's a childish 31 year old man who thinks making his profiles blacked out/blank and edgy will help his case (spoiler alert: it won't).

we also had numerous interactions in his server (i'm sentient sushi)

why am i showing all of this? because i've seen people saying that all the evidence is false, and people are faking it to try and tear him down. which is far from the case. he was someone i, and many others involved in calling him out, admired. we have no reason to shit on his name for "clout" or to "tear him down." everything is real and he needs to be torn to shreds for what he has done. for the people he hurt and manipulated.

he'd lure people into a false sense of security so they couldn't run away when he started being sexual and creepy. this behavior is disgusting and no one else deserves to be put through it.

so, please, support the victims. spread their messages and lift their voices. he needs to pay for the people he's traumatized.

even if you don't have a Twitter account i encourage you to read through everyone's stories and know what happened. real people went through this and real people suffered.

they deserve nothing but to be uplifted and praised for not only their bravery but their ability to encourage others to step out and say something. most of the victims are close friends of mine and they're such wonderful people who have had to deal with such a nasty, nasty man. do whatever you can to give them the support and love they need - the mods included. they had to deal with his bullshit behind the scenes and they didn't deserve it. they spent their time and effort managing the server of a man who was taking advantage of the members.

so, please, PLEASE never support elliot gindi. ever. he's an awful monster that hides behind a kind demeanor. he just hurts, and hurts, and hurts some more.

thank you for taking time to read this and spread the word even more than it already has been. everything helps and everything matters.

[membermentmania]

August 4th, 1:06 am-idk this one took me like an hour or something I'm not rechecking the doc

 I know he was right. I don’t need to see your message to know what you’re saying. I know he was right. We should’ve listened.

“What?” Craig’s stomach fell. He lowered his gun. The way the boy’s voice wavered made him feel sick. It was the most devastating thing he’d ever heard come from someone. Such a tiny word was filled with so much horror, heartbreak laced through every syllable. He didn’t know what to say. “You’re lying,” he said coldly, eyes glistening. 

Craig was at a loss. “I don’t know what you’ve been told,” he said hesitantly. “But my team and myself have been given no such orders.” 

The boy shook his head. A hand slowly reached up, raking through his hair. “You’re fucking lying.” He was trying to keep a straight face, but he sounded like he was about to fall apart. 

“Why would I lie?” 

“Leslie wouldn’t lie to me. Not about that. They-they-” he cut himself off, eyes widening slightly. “No. No. You have to be lying. Please tell me you’re lying.” It was so filled with panic and desperation. 

Craig wished he could tell the boy he was lying. He wasn’t usually the first person people looked for empathy in, but something about this whole situation was wrong and it hurt. “I-” He stopped. “What do you want me to say?” 

He stood up. Craig watched helplessly as he closed the distance between him. The boy was standing right in front of him. “I need you to tell me you’re lying so one of us can walk out of this alive and everything can go back to normal,” he responded shakily. 

“I can’t do that.” 

A tear rolled down the boy's cheek. “Where’s my relic?” he breathed out. 

“Huh?” The question caught him off guard.

“I can’t hear her. Where is my relic?” 

What the fuck? “Hear who?” 

“My mod. If you’re not gonna tell me you’re a fucking liar, she will.” 

They had a silent staring contest for a moment. The boy in front of him looked ruined. “If I give you your relic, you’re just gonna kill me,” he said evenly. He slowly nodded, seeming so unsure of the action. “I’m not giving it back to you.” 

“What?” 

“I have no idea what’s going on, but I feel like if I give you that thing back right now, both of us are gonna die,” he responded carefully. Craig knew the boy was strong without his magic. He had burns, lacerations, and blood all over him when he first laid eyes on him and he was practically immobilized, but he was still fighting. Seeing him crouch down and grip at his own hair while his shoulders shook after being fully healed was terrifying. It was worlds more terrifying when the boy leaned back slightly and Craig caught sight of his wrist. He shook his head in disbelief. “What the fuck?” he whispered shakily. The boy slowly looked up at him. “Why is it-” He shot up out of his seat. “Fuck. Stay there. Seriously. Don’t fucking move.” He practically scrambled out of the room and into his bedroom, grabbing two purifiers. He all but flew back inside where the boy had surrendered, opting to sit on his carpet with his head in his hands. Craig took a seat in front of him. “I purified you when we got here,” he muttered under his breath. The light green mark was nearly black. He didn’t get it. That didn’t make sense at all.

He laughed bitterly, jerking his hand away when Craig took it. “Let me fucking die,” he muttered. 

Craig quickly grabbed it back, pulling him forward slightly. “Yeah, no.” 

He tried again, but Craig kept his grip strong. “Don’t waste that on me. Seriously. You’re- No.” Everything about this boy was making Craig feel sick. His irises looked  so dark he couldn't even tell what color they were supposed to be. He could’ve sworn they were green when he woke up. 

Craig pressed the purifier to the boy’s wrist despite him struggling against him. The boy stopped moving as the purifier did its job. It turned black so quickly before disintegrating. He’d never seen it happen that fast. He quickly grabbed the second one out of his hoodie pocket and pressed it to his wrist. When the second one was gone, he made eye contact with the boy. Muted green was staring back at him. “Do you feel better?” he whispered. 

He blinked and tears started to fall freely. “Why would you do that?” he asked, voice breaking. 

“Because you needed help.” 

“I don’t understand,” he responded shakily. 

“What just happened to you?” he asked, not knowing what else to say. 

A laugh bubbled out of him, eyes widening while tears were still falling. A manic smile crossed his face. “I was corrupting.” What? Another laugh came out before Craig could respond. “And you saved me. And I tried to kill you and you saved me. And you’re-” Another laugh. He fell into a bout of laughter as tears poured out of him. He dropped his head into his hands. “And if you’re not lying, that means I’ve just been killing people for two and a half fucking years. For a reason I don’t have.” He barked out a laugh, looking up at him with something Craig had never seen on a person before. “Why the fuck did you do that?” 

Craig wanted to move back but he felt like he was locked in place. He didn’t know exactly what he was feeling. Terrified, definitely. Along with some weird mix of pity, and something else he didn’t understand. But this kid needed help. God fucking damn it. “I wasn’t gonna let you die on my apartment floor.” 

“You brought me to your apartment after I tried to kill you?” he asked with delighted bewilderment. 

“Other option seemed like there would be a death toll.” 

The boy blinked hard. “Wow. I-” He closed his mouth. He glanced back at his wrist. Craig’s eyes immediately followed. 

It was already starting to darken. “How the fuck is that happening?” 

He took a deep breath. “Seems like you just turned my world upside down and my head is trying to kill me,” he answered brightly.

“How do we make it stop?”

The boy stood up, smiling at him brightly. Craig stared up at him in shock. “We’re not doing anything. Thank you for showing me kindness before I bite it. I didn’t deserve that.  Keep my relic. It might come in handy later. Just don’t talk to her, yeah?” 

The boy turned to leave and Craig shot up, grabbing his wrist. “No.”   

He laughed, looking up at him with surprise. “I am a murderer. I can’t find a reason for it. You’re sitting here telling me you’ve made the same fucking contract and you don’t kill people. You have a team. I can’t-” His nose twitched slightly. “I shouldn’t be allowed to live.”

“I don’t care.” 

The boy’s smile fell. “Don’t say that.” 

“I don’t.” 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Because obviously something really shitty happened to you and my options are help you or let you go die somewhere. I’m not just gonna stand by and let that happen. That’s so-” he cut himself off. He didn’t know what this boy did but he didn’t want to make the situation worse. “That’s not who I am.” 

The boy tilted his head slightly. “Who are you, then?” 

Now that was the question of the year. Craig didn’t know exactly who he was, but he knew he wasn’t gonna stand by and let someone die like this. “I’m Craig.” 

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly. “I don’t get you.” 

“This is the part where you tell me your name back.” A quiet laugh escaped him. But this time it wasn’t something that made Craig’s hairs stand on end. It was genuine. A little raspy. It didn’t sound like he was on the verge of collapse, moreso just confused by the idiot in front of him. And said idiot considered that a win. 

“Tweek. My name is Tweek.” 

-LINE-

“Can you say something?” Tweek looked up at him from his spot on the couch with a small frown. He hadn’t said a word the entire walk home, nor had he said anything once they got inside. 

“I’m really scared,” he whispered. 

Craig walked over and took a seat on the couch next to him before pulling his knees up and wrapping an arm around Tweek. “It’s probably just a coincidence, like Kyle said. We made our contracts years apart.” 

“I don’t believe in coincidences.” 

Neither did Craig, but he also never wanted to see Tweek fall apart like he did in the first few days they knew each other again. Craig pulled him slightly closer and Tweek relented, leaning into him. He’d been so anxious since Leslie’s disappearance. Tweek was so on edge and he was scared one more thing would be enough to set him off. “I’ll believe enough for both of us then.” 

“You’re corny,” he muttered. 

“Is it working though?” 

[lalalovezfrenchfriez]

Flyin Frydays

authors note: sorry for last week, it's been a sorta crazy few days!! I hope again you all like this part? idk, this is an important part of the story, and while a little troublesome to write, I got thru it :3 love y'all!

My brother, JD, is in his car, a Toyota Corolla. It’s a sleek gray with some nice mods on it, a huge exhaust, a battery for speed, and some luminescent buttons. JD got it when he was 16, and Papi had been building the car for ages for him. He nicknames it, stupidly, the Yum Bug, since he uses it around LA for his munchie ass adventures.

In the passenger seat is Emi, with his dealer Brian Welter and Elliot Pabalan in the back seats. Elliot is JD’s companion in finishing Brian’s infamous Canned Cannabis Joints. This is where Brian rolls a fat ass j about the size of a soda can. Or so he claims. I’ve never seen it before. I’ve only seen JD passed out at 10 even though he works out at that time. I drew on his face.

Emi waves to me. “Hey girlie!”

I wave back, my tears hidden behind the fog as I step in. “It reeks,” I say as I inhale more of my cig and puff out. 

“Really Manzanita?” JD lowers his radio thats blaring some 2pac as he stares at me. “You know the rules, Manz,”

I offer the cigarette to him with a grin.

He takes it and throws it out the window. “¡Puta- this car is holy! None of your stupid tobacco shit better be in here!”

“¡Pendejo I never got to fuckin’ finish!” I shout back as he shoots off into the night. 

Brian is sitting in the middle, being the skinniest, and Elliot is behind JD, cramped with his football abled body.

Emi tickles my knee as she applies a perfect black lipstick to her lips. It really matches her eyes. “So, how’s your her-mana Laura?” It’s really cute how Emi tries to pronounce Spanish. She talks too much like a gringa for it. I take her hand and tickle it back. She squeals.

“Laura is fine, got her all dolled up for a frat. She should call later.“

JD nods, “Bueno bueno! I like to hear that.”

Elliot is drinking water, probably already high. “Hey I heard you got dumped.”

Now, I usually don’t mind if Laura asks me. She’s my friend who I barely see; She wouldn’t know. But Elliot, as I know, is a chismoso. 

Brian looks over, and he cuts the conversation. That’s why I like him. Brian never likes gossip. “What? Humped? No no- this is the Dumb smoke! This maria-juanita is going to get you dumb as fuck! I dunno if I got enough for a CCJ bro, but I know it’s definitely enough for us.” I poke Brian a little. He gives me a soft smile while he looks at Elliot.

I never really grew up liking Elliot, he always seemed to like me, and JD of course knew. It’s not that he’s bad or anything, just annoying. Even after I came out Elliot seemed to think maybe it’s just a phase, like Emi being goth. But now she’s attending community college with her dark hair that’s fried with pinks and purples, pale legs covered with fishnets and her eyes darkened with heavy eyeliner. Elliot is hilarious if he thinks I’ll stop loving girls because he just plays football at San Diego State.

Elliot tries to say something to get back to the topic, but Emi butts in, “Guys, should we try to get Río on weed?”

It’s not like I never liked it, in fact I first smoked with JD. But I just felt too weird, too quiet- I felt almost ravenous when I saw bread. I nearly broke into Mamí’s bakery to eat the conchas y paletas, but Brian and JD stopped me. 

“As long as we get food in Chinatown, I don’t give a shit.” I shrug.

“You sure they’re gonna be cool with us?” Elliot asks.

The whole car shifts, uncomfortably. 

Maybe I am a hater, maybe I am just annoyed because he tried to bring up my ex a second ago, minutes after I told my first love that I never want to see her again. But Elliot has to stop ruining the moment. 

But we all had felt it. The potential racism, judgement and even deadly stares we all could face when we enter the bridge to Chinatown.

JD proudly exclaims, “Who gives a shit?! Brian?!”

Brian is rolling the joint, and I watch as he licks the joint closed. “Not me brah.”

“Emi?”

Emi smirks as she looks behind to me, “Nothing scares me!” I laugh, knowing she almost pissed herself to get the courage and compliment her now boyfriend’s mohawk.

“Manza?!” JD screams. I didn’t even realize, but the speed of the car has increased. He has a great grin, revealing the canines he used to hate in middle school. His jaw is sharp with a tensed look, and his dirty eyes are gleaming. He’s high. I smile. My heart is beating fast. “!Jorge, ya no tango miedo a la muerte!”

“THEN LET’S GO—!”

JD never finishes his sentence. I turn and everything flashes like pictures in my mind. It’s a lime green car that rams into Emi’s side. Her frizzed hair blocks JD’s view and he turns the wheel towards the car. The car finishes going in front of us. Brian flies a bit out of his seat, going unconscious. Cannabis flies everywhere. Elliot smashes his nose against the headrest behind JD. I can’t breathe. I can’t hear. I also fly forward. My right side of my face smashes against the headrest. In my last few moments of consciousness, I see a red painted Emi. JD’s body is mangled. I feel upside down. Elliot is shouting my name. Brian is trying to crawl to me. I can’t feel anything. I feel trapped.

I don’t know what happens. I just let go. I just mumble my brother’s name. I think of Mama, Papi. I think I see Abuelo Oso. He looks the same as he always does. He smiles at me. “Mija? Por que estas aqui? Levante...No llore…”

“RIO!”

I pass out.

[jbeespoke]

This pic is so trash, bro...

A friend of mine and I challenged each other to take at least one pic a day and write about it. There are no limits. No restrictions. Take a pic and post it...

So boom - my NYE and New Year's Day was interesting. To be honest, I' m not exactly sure how I feel about it, but either way, I decided that I was going to be productive today. I was going to control everything that I could control.

I got up. I prayed. I sat on my couch - hoping for some down time before I started tackling my tasks for the day.

As I sat on my couch, the sun seemed to shine so bright through my window. I looked out, and to my surprise, it actually wasn't as bright as it seemed. There were quite a few clouds, but the sun was putting up a fight.

I saw the sun for the first time in months.

And then it hit me - "this would be the perfect first post for the daily challenge"

I got up. Threw on a pair of raw denims, a yellow hoodie, a tartan, Sherpa-lined flannel, a pair of Boston's and went outside!

I knew that I wouldn’t have a great angle from where I was at, so I walked to the corner so that my pic could tell a better story. Once I hit the corner, all I could think of was that Jay line from "God Did":

Judge it how you judge it, say we goin' corporate Nah, we just corner boys with the corner office

I had the perfect caption!

I was standing on the corner, on the first day of the year, breathing, looking at the sun peak through the clouds. What an amazing sign from God.

"Oh what a feeling"

I was so hype lol. I walked to the other corner and attempted another "artsy" pic. That pic was so trash, bro...

I had no idea any of these pics were so trash at the time of taking them, btw. Each time, after taking the pic, you couldn't tell me I wasn't Jamel Shabazz.

Once I got inside and looked at the pics, I realized that these pics were so trash, bro.

Then God reminded me of the greatness that occurred because of these "trash" pics:

I was forced to go outside. That's a good thing. I spent way too many consecutive days inside, without getting fresh air in 2023. Mod ting, bruv

It was like going to the gym. By using that part of my brain, I am strengthening and toning my creativity muscles

I was able to clear some mental space - which made room for the completion of some incomplete tasks

I was able to put action to my prayer. Walking back, I saw so much garbage on the street and on the sidewalk in the surrounding area of where I stay. At first, I walked right past it. But it didn't sit right with me. For the longest time, I've been praying about our communities and have been complaining about how we treat our own. "Our" being the black community. There's no reason why the areas in which we live have to look run down. Or a place where it's acceptable for trash to be left. But, I also can't be praying about it, wanting everyone else to do better, and I not take the necessary steps to make sure my community is clean. So I swept up the random corn on the cob, the Popeyes and cupcake boxes, and all the rest of the random trash that was left behind from the city workers. I didn't clean everything and I didn't go very far outside of my immediate area, but it was a start. Hopefully it's something that I can continue, and hopefully someone will see and do the same

Character. I was able to add more wear and tear to my raw denims and birks lol

When I feel like I'm not being heard, I sometimes forget to hear myself. Today, because of these trash pics, I was able to start the process of EQ-ing my voice. I'm behind the mixing board of my life. Turning a lot of other things down. Turning me up.

Welcome to the experience.

Thank You God for another day. Thanks for allowing me to see 2024. Thanks for not only the sun, but the SON. Thank You for hearing me when I didn't hear myself - You're fighting for me.

This was my accountability post. I have no idea what the format is going to be in the upcoming posts and I'm not going to think about it. This is just how I felt today.

I started. I can't stop now.

written from my corner office

[inhuman-obey-me]

Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

[clown-moss]

Alright this is going to be a rant so if you're here for X N stuff scroll past this post and look for the other stuff.

I'm so tired of how people portray N, he's not a damsel in destress, he's not a sexgod, for fuck sakes he's a man who has been groomed for years of his life to be a king of a fucking terrorist cult only to be betrayed by the man he STILL calls his father. Don't even get me started on the porn of him because the amount I've found is sickening, even searching his name on Google gives YOU A FUCKING BODY PILLOW. I understand, he's hot and pretty but for Arceus above THATS NOT HIS ONLY TRAIT.

The Zoroark theory, the fucking Zoroark theory. I love Zoroark alright? Zoroark is my favourite Pokemon but fucking hell, "he acts different from other people meaning he's a Zoroark!" HES AUTISTIC CODED. DO YOU PEOPLE JUST LOVE TO IGNORE THAT!? I'm so sick of seeing that theory, it's just covered up fucking ableism, it's fucking insulting to even see it pop up on the tags.

FerrisWheel and Isshushipping. I swear to fucking Arceus, you know what? I ain't going to try and hide it anymore, I'm the N fictive and yes I was talking in third person because that'll be the only way you idiots would even remotely understand but oh my god. THEY'RE FOURTEEN, FOURTEEN. IM TWENTY! No matter what tricks and pulls you play with them I'm still SIX years older than them, do you know how disgusting it is to even have that filth grace my eyes? I swear a piece of me dies on the inside each time I see it but what do I honestly expect out of humanity at this point.

I'm not done, you know masters EX right? Compare our heights, go ahead I'll wait. They're both children, I'm a grown man. I see excuses like, "I thought N was 18!" THAT DOESNT MAKE IT BETTER THATS STILL A 4 YEARS AGE GAP! "I aged White/Black up!" That's still a fucking child you disgusting piece of scum. It doesn't matter what you do they'll still a child and it just makes you look like more of a disgusting person trying to hide it.

I've even seen some people "embrace" the fact that it's proshipping, some saying that I'd "coax" White/Black into proshipping, is that what I am to you? A joke!? A CREEP!? I understand that my character is hard to understand BUT COME ON, Google is your friend people! I've gone days ranting to a friend of mine about how disgusting some of you are, do you think I would LIKE creatures like you!? I would NEVER love a minor let alone a human of any kind and especially not you bottom feeders who ship the pair of us.

Also stop infantilising me, just stop it's not cool or cute, it's sickening. I came onto this app because I genuinely love the way some people perceive me, it's like a fun way of looking straight into their imagination but honestly? Some of your imaginations are stomach churning, it's sad really. The way people draw me with either Reshiram or Rekrom, the battles, the tears, I love it dearly but it's truly being ruined by people like those things I described before. Some of the Isshushipping and Ferriswheelshipping art is so amazing and pretty too but it's being wasted on something so disgusting, the story telling too is just amazing but why make it on an illegal ship? I just don't understand why you people would ever do that?

I know I'm just wasting my breath writing this but I just needed to get it off my chest before I explode.

- Mod N

[forbidding-souda]

Hello, Souda. I recently found your blog and what can I say? I like it! Can I request Celestia, Asahina, Sayaka, Ibuki, Mikan, Hiyoko, Mahiru, Kirumi, Miu and Tsumugi with mafia member S/O?

Celestia Ludenberg, Aoi Asahina, Sayaka Maizono, Ibuki Mioda, Mikan Tsumiki, Hiyoko Saionji, Mahiru Koizumi, Kirumi Toujou, Iruma Miu, and Tsumugi Shirogane with a mafia member S/O

omg hello you came at the perfect time so i can do this one rn

but i'm also like the worst person for this because i have no idea what the mafia does or really what it is ngl but looking up mafia romance on tumblr is telling me you want money, violence, and bodyguards mmm

if the grammar in here sucks i am so sorry i found so many mistakes oh my god. this is also the best thing iv'e ever wrriten

-Mod Souda

Celestia Ludenberg

❤ In the beginning of the relationship, you gifted her a plethora of different outfits. Things with lace, clinging to her body. Her favorite ones are the nightgowns. They're comfortable in the way that expensive things are.

❤ Whenever you're away, she will sometimes come home to stacks on money. "Treat yourself" on a tiny note gets tossed in the fireplace. She knows exactly what she's going to do. With all the facial spas that Japan offers, she sets her goals on finding the perfect one.

❤ Another thing that she loves about being with you is how dangerous is makes her feel. It feeds into her individuality complex. You committing yourself to her, her out of anyone else, fuels her ego.

❤ Under all those skirts she has on is a strap. Just for the decoration. Just to make her feel more powerful.

Aoi Asahina

❤ When men dressed in all black started to show up at her competitions, she knew you were the one behind it. Days before she had begged you not to intervene or rig anything in her favor. You respected her wishes, of course, but the thought was heavy in your mind even the day of.

❤ She's not one to accept all your wealthy gifs. If it's dresses you want, she'll just accidentally stain them with something or tear them with her activity. It's the fancy restaurants she adores. There, she'll wear whatever you've got her alongside the fancy diamond earrings and sit with you as if she was a princess.

❤ The amount of salons she'll go to with all the money you've given her is ample. She'll have healthy, shining hair and even have some curls in her hair. With all the pressure from keeping it in a ponytail relieved, she starts to prefer wearing it down.

❤ You're not always there to watch her competitions, but someone from your mafia family will be there to watch. She starts to remember everyone by faces, and even their names (with the help of writing them down into her palms). She developed favorites amongst your family. With all of their support, she feels as if she's apart of the group, too.

❤ All the new wealth in her life doesn't mean she'll pass up the opportunity to eat a bunch of messy donuts before training.

Sayaka Maizono

❤ She adores your "profession" more than anyone. She gets to see familiar faces supporting her from backstage every single show. When her bandmates express their distaste for you, she defends you with her entire soul. She's never felt more loved than when she is with you.

❤ For an anniversary gift, you bought the entire studio she practices at. Now, she can go in whenever she wants and learn her dances. Practicing is her freedom. She finally feels as if everything is going right in her life. She worked so hard to get where she was, and you feel like a reward alongside that. She continues to work hard now that it is in her disposal.

❤ You try not to intervene in her passion. There's no way in hell you would ever try to rig anything in her favor. She's too passionate, too invested in her own success to even need something like that. All you have to do is play her songs on the radio in your upgraded car for her to be happy.

❤ Playing her songs all throughout the warehouse makes your friends laugh. It's pretty entertaining to you, too. Interrogation scenes to the sound of pop idol Maizono Sayaka keep the place lively.

Ibuki Mioda

❤ The first time she saw a gun, she screamed. It wasn't even loaded nor pointed at her. It was in the basement of your house, where you keep all of your supplies. After the first initial shock, she started actually looking at them. They are terrifying, yes, but she finds a sort of appeal to them. It reminds her of her firey guitar. Maybe... she can have a gun guitar!

❤ Whenever you give her money, she just puts it away in her savings. She has no use for sexy outfits or new hair (though, she will take some out to buy flashy guitars, but you didn't hear that from me). Ever since her and her band broke up, she's lost her interest in flashy show outfits.

❤ The two of your fly to Guam to go visit shooting ranges. She holds a gun in her hand like it's no problem. I imagine her noise cancelling headphones would have cat ears on the top of them, too.

Mikan Tsumiki

❤ She's the one that wants to stay in your warehouse the most. That's where you take all the destroyed people. From the sidelines, she likes watching all of the people who she considers friends beat people to a pulp. There's a sort of power trip from watching violence by people who act the nicest to her. It makes her feel special. It makes her feel as if she belongs there.

❤ She does go out and bandage them up, only sometimes. This is because, more often than not, they make some offhanded remark towards her. That leads to them getting shot. She's no stranger to death, but that was a sight that won't leave her mind. She jumped at the noise, but she didn't retaliate from the scene. It amused her.

❤ She'll wear whatever clothes you buy her. She'll be careful not to mess than up, and if she does, she'll be found crying on the floor. She's nervous about wearing jewelry, and she can't wear it at her jobs. But she'll settle for small earrings buds.

❤ Buy her a cat, that's all she needs to feel safe at home when you're not around. She'll care for it and cuddle it and name it after her favorite horror movie villain. All of the money you give her goes to giving it a happy life

Hiyoko Saionji

❤ She's pretty sensitive to violence. As much as she'd like to be your side kick, many things like the sounds of gunshots scare her. She doesn't like being in trouble and as long as you can get her away from the torture of her grandmother, she'll stay anywhere. She originally thought that your home was the warehouse. When she saw where you really lived, the luxurious penthouse, she was in awe. This is her new home, now.

❤ You're one of the many people to yell "asore" alongside her in her performances. What you can't pickup is the tension in the crowd seeing you and many of your goons in the audience. Even the other performers start to sweat, feeling as if they need to be perfect.

❤ This amusing her. She knows that you've never done any of them harm but hey, as long as they get to stop picking on her, that's exactly what she wants. Seeing them so scared is precisely what she wants.

Mahiru Koizumi

❤ Her room becomes a storage room for smiling pictures of your goons. There's pictures from the weekly pizza parties to all of you at a dinner, smiling as if there's not an illegal thing you've done ever. The amount of buff guys with bright smiles makes her so happy. She gets to see a side of you all that she hasn't been able to see regardless.

❤ That being said, she brings a bunch of food to the warehouse every time she comes. Everybody loves her. She makes sure all of your friends are well-fed and even starts commanding them around. They listen, helping her with the pounds of water bottles she brings in. They listen to her as if she's their mom. She's point her fingers at them and scold them like they're little.

❤ Also, if there's an outing, she needs to be invited. There's no way you're going to hang out with your friends without her. They're her friends too, now. She's already memorized each of their birthdays and gotten them a gift. She coordinates little birthday parties for them, too. Honestly, you've known them way longer and have yet to remember their birthdays.

❤ The violence doesn't scare her. She doesn't care for the money. She cares about the wellbeing of you and your friends. That's why she's even with you. You can give her all the stuff you want - but it's all going in the closet and her savings account.

Kirumi Toujou

❤ She'll be the maid at the warehouse - mopping the bloody floors and going on grocery runs. She makes sure all of the people working with you have gotten their lunches for the day. Do you need knew knives? She has a beautifully sharpened one, just for you. She even keeps a blade hidden under her skirts now that she's associating with you.

❤ Her being the law also plays a part in it. She loves her country more than anything and would protect it with her life. Her being with you means that she's keeping a close eye on you and your business, whether you know it or not. If something doesn't go the way she wants then she'll put a stop to it.

❤ She still prefers to stay at her own place. It's her safe space, away from all the crime and pressure. There, she can work out her plans. She doesn't need your money. Her worth is far greater than yours. All she needs in those moments is her passion and her mind.

Miu Iruma

❤ Gobbles up any amount of jewelry, clothes, or money you're willing to give her. She'll even start upgrading them to look cooler. She has a very creative mind, and that creativity will always be put to work. She appreciates build-it-yourself or puzzle gifts more.

❤ Is too intimidating to hang out with your friends. The whole "bad guy" thing riles her up, but deep down, she's terrified of you and your business. If people found out she was associated with you, then they'd stop buying her stuff. You'd make sure that would never happen.

❤ Whenever she needs supplies (which is hardly ever - she always finds a substitute), you are quite to help her. You'll test out whatever she wants. If you're nervous, you can always make one of your goons do it.

Tsumugi Shirogane

❤ She puts her sewing skills to work. She makes matching jackets for all of your friends and you. Which is a nice gesture, but the whole incognito thing is blown with this idea. You'll definitely wear them around the warehouse, however.

❤ She likes visiting there. She likes seeing the helpless people, it makes her laugh. You love bringing her over just to see her sadistic side. It reminds you that you definitely picked the right girl.

❤ Her closet will be filled with all of the things you got her. All the skin-tight dresses and the thigh-highs. She'll wear it out proudly. She looks expensive at your side. People will stare in amazement and fear whenever she walks around, but she doesn't care. It's such a powerful feeling and she wears it like a badge of honor. Whenever you stalk the streets, watching her from the shadows, you smile. She's just the right gal for you.

[scriptflorist]

Um hi there, I hope ya don't mind me popping in the ask box, but I have at least 3 question regarding flowers and I hope that you can answer them please. My questions are as follows, # 1:what are the meanings behind Black and White Roses? #2: what is the meaning behind sunflowers and Lillies (and the possible colors that lillies can come in?) And finally, what are the types of flowers that can be found within the French countryside or near the water in France? Thank you so much for taking the time to read all this! (And apologies if this is crazy long and misspelled.)

hOf course not! We’re happy to see you more than once! Let’s see what we can do for you. One thing we can already say however is that there is no meaning for black roses, but that just means that one could be made up for your story. There are no meanings because black roses don’t exist. We’ve gotten very close with dark reds, but those are much more recent developments, so they wouldn’t appear in Victorian Flow Language, or any traditional flower language that’s not contemporary.

Rose Meanings

Victorian Flower Language

rose (white) – I am worthy of you, silence, too young to love, I would be single, a heart unacquainted to love, innocence, purity, humility, secrecy

rose (white and red together) – unity

rose (white, withered) – transient impressions, death is preferably to loss of virtue

rosebud (white) – (a) heart that is ignorant of love, heart unacquainted with love, the heart that knows not love, girlhood

Hanakotoba

rose (white) – innocence, I deserve you, deep respect

rose (white buds) – too young to fall in love, girlhood

Sunflower Meanings

Victorian flower language

sunflower (dwarf) – your devout adorer, adoration

sunflower (tall) – pride, haughtiness, false riches, lofty and pure thoughts, smile on me still

Hanakotoba

sunflower – I look only at you, love, worship

Lily Meanings

Victorian flower language

daylily (yellow) – coquetry

lily – majesty, pride and modesty, majesty & honour, purity of heart

lily of the valley – return of happiness, the heart withering in secret, modesty, sweetness, tears of the virgin mary, happiness, humility

lily (calla) – feminine modesty, beauty, magnificent beauty

lily (day) – coquetry

lily (eucharis) – maiden charms

lily (imperial) – majesty

lily (japanese) – you cannot deceive me

lily (orange) – hatred, dislike

lily (superb) – splendour

lily (tiger) – wealth, pride, prosperity

lily (white) – purity and sweetness, purity, sweetness, virginity, majesty, it’s heavenly to be with you, youth

lily (yellow) – falsehood, coquetry, gaiety, I’m walking on air, false, gay, gratitude

water lily – eloquence, purity of heart

water lily (peltated) – wisdom

water lily (white) – eloquence, purity of heart, purity

Hanakotoba

carma lily – pureness, multi-talented person

easter lily – pureness, sweetness, dignity

himeyuri – pride

kanoko lily – mercy, beauty

lily of the valley – happiness will come again, pure, chastity, humility

lily turf – hidden heart, patience

sasayuri – elegant

tiger lily – sage, wealth and pride

yamayuri – majestic

yuri/lily – pure, innocent, dignity

yuri/lily (white) – innocence, dignity

yuri/lily (red/pink) – void

yuri/lily (yellow) – false, cheerful

yuri/lily (orange) – brilliant, fun

yuri/lily (Casablanca) – dignity, pureness, nobility

waterlily – innocent heart, trust, faith

zephyrlily – tainted love, letters, expectation

French Countryside Flowers (by the water)

fleur de lis – flame, I burn

iris – I have a message for you, message, faith, wisdom, promise in love, hope, valour

iris (flaming) – flame

iris (german) – flame, ardour

– Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[ibuki-loves-you]

Proposal (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Warnings: Domestic stuff

Mod Ibuki: Hey! Sorry I haven't been posting much dhsjdbdkd hoping to have more posts out soon!

You slowly walked towards your home of which you shared with your boyfriend, Nagito. Today was your two year anniversary. You had spent the morning together, but after he practically kicked you out to go hang out with Ibuki so he could work on something for you. You weren’t mad, since he obviously had a reason. He had told you to dress formally for the occasion, so you got ready at Ibuki’s.

You knocked on the door of the place with a small smile adoring your features. You wanted to make sure it was alright to enter, as you didn’t want to spoil the surprise he claimed to be working on. About three seconds after you knocked, Nagito opened the door. He smiled down at you and aw’ed.

“You look wonderful, my hope.” Nagito complimented. A soft blush dusted your cheeks.

“And you look very handsome, my love.” You replied, looking at his black slacks and simple white button up. You reached up to fiddle with his black tie. Nagito began blushing, from both the compliment and you playing with his clothes. He let out a small giggle and mumbled a ‘thank you.’ Nagito shook his head as he realized you two were still outside.

“Oh, uh, come in! I shouldn’t keep you waiting outside your own home.” Nagito stuttered, moving out of the way to let you through the door. You giggled and walked into the house. Once Nagito closed the door, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Happy anniversary, love.” Nagito whispered. You turned your head to face him as best you could. You gave him a small kiss and smiled.

“Happy anniversary, angel boy.” Nagito blushed at the pet name. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. You reached behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

“I have something special planned. I really hope you like it. Keep in mind I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t. It’s completely understandable as it’s coming from someone like me.” You frowned at his self depreciation. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Don’t say that, Nagi. Whatever you have planned, I’m positive I’ll love it.” You assured. Nagito smiled gratefully.

“You are so kind.” Nagito praised. “I told you to dress somewhat formal because I thought we could have a make-shift dinner date.” He said nervously. He scanned your face for any sign of unwillingness. All he received was an excited smile from you.

“I love it! That’s a cute idea, Nagi.” You said happily. Nagito let out a small sigh of relief.

“I’m glad. Dinner isn’t finished yet, but it should be shortly. The table is already set, so we don’t have to worry about that. Do you want to maybe just...talk for a bit? If you don’t mind, of course!” Nagito offered. You giggled and took his hand, leading him to the couch to sit down for a bit.

“That sounds awesome.”

Around 10 minutes pass of mindless small talk before the oven goes off. Conversations such as how yours and his day had gone before the present moment. Nagito got up to go take dinner out, insisting you stay until he is finished with the final preparations.

“What is he planning?” You thought to yourself as you peeked into the kitchen from your spot on the couch. You smiled softly as you saw your lover humming to himself while he made sure whatever dish he made was cooked well enough. Cooking had become somewhat therapeutic for Nagito, which was an amazing thing for you to hear. Anything that made him happy, you loved to hear about.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Nagito moved to stand in front of you, offering his hand for you to take. You put your hand in his and he guided you up and to the dining room.

The table had been set with a white table cloth, a few candles, fancy plates and silverware and your favorite food in the center. As soon as you saw it, you turned towards Nagito and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms instinctively went to your waist.

“You’re amazing, y’know that right?” You hummed. Nagito chuckled at your compliment.

“I assume you like it?” Nagito asked. You giggled and nodded. You moved your arms down and cradled his neck in your hands, leaning forwards to give him a loving kiss. Nagito returned it wholeheartedly, tightening his grip on your waist ever-so-slightly. You broke the kiss and smiled. Nagito removed one of his arms from your waist and led you to the table, sitting down with you and serving the both of you portions of the food he had made.

When you tried it you instantly gave Nagito a smile. One, it was your favorite dish. Two, it tasted heavenly.

“I hope you’ll be making this for me more often.” You joked. Nagito laughed and nodded quickly.

“I would love to cook for you again. You have no idea how happy it makes me that you actually like something I made!” Nagito grinned. You ignored his little bit of self depreciation and reached for his hand. Nagito entangled your fingers together, them never moving as the two of you finished your meals.

Nagito looked at his empty plate and thought. He loved you, more than anything in the world. He wanted nothing more than to keep you in his life forever. Nagito shakily sighed, turning towards you and squeezing your hand to get your attention.

“Y/N, I love you. I know I’ve said it before but I can never express enough how much I truly care for you. You do so much for me and I’m forever grateful for that, I am forever grateful for you.” Nagito paused and looked at you. He noticed you were tearing up a bit. Nagito reached his free hand forward and wiped a tear that was about to cascade down your cheek. “You are my hope. No ifs, ands, or buts.” He leaned forward and gave your nose a little kiss. “You have stuck with me through thick and thin, and all I can say is thank you. Thank you for everything, my love.” Nagito nervously stood up from his chair and got down on one knee in front of you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Nagito opened it to reveal a beautiful ring.

“Nagito…” You whispered, a few more tears slipping down your cheeks. Nagito smiled and looked up at you.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N.” He started. Your eyes widened slightly. Nagito took a deep breath. “Will you marry me?” Without a second thought you practically tackled him, burying your face into his neck while mumbling ‘yes,’ over and over again. Nagito wrapped his arms around you tightly, careful not to drop the ring. After a few moments, Nagito took your arm from around his neck and slipped the ring onto your finger. You stared at it with a smile.

“I love you so much.” You said softly. Nagito smiled and tilted your head towards him for a kiss.

“I love you more, angel. Thank you so much.”