#nether-receipts

[sycamore-brooke]

Greek gods/titans as quotes from me and my friends without context

Zeus: “Colonialism is trending”

Artemis: “(Apollo) I’m taking you back to the department store. I don’t have my receipt but they’ll probably give me store credit”

Ares: “Because they’re fucking divorced”

Hermes: “Don’t mind me I’m just over here, edging hubris”

Apollo: “This isn’t a kink it’s an accommodation”

Also Apollo: “When it comes to Greek… it’s Greek” Athena: “very insightful”

Helios: “well we can’t all have skin cancer so it’s fine.”

Deimos: “I’m the Henry Ford of torture devices. So simple. So efficient. Never before have you been able to torture this many people at once.”

Dionysus: “Y’all know I got that lactose free dick”

Eros and Phobos “A little flair if you will” “I won’t” “you will”

Poseidon: “Everybody gangster till the Cyclopes show up”

Hephaestus: “they look cute and then you get rabies. Like (Ares).”

Hermes: “you know what (Ares), I only have one thing to say to you *starts playing Rasputin*”

Menoitios: “come here you little fucker you’re going in the meat grinder”

Hades as a teenager: “I’m just drawing emo wolves. Don’t read into it.”

Clio: “I want to listen to Hamilton I need to calm myself down. *frantically scrolling on phone* WHERES THE TEN DOLLAR FOUNDING FATHER WHEN I NEED HIM”

Artemis at Apollo “every single god from every single religion is judging you right now. Yes, that includes Cthulhu.”

Dionysus: “I’m blonde, I’m skinny, I’m rich, and my balls really itch”

Artemis at all men “what if we put our Minecraft beds next to each other. In the nether.”

Phobos: “You know what really gets me going in the bedroom? The River Styx.”

Themis: “Ladies and gentlemen I will be your judge, jury and executioner”

Athena at Dionysus/Pan“Well, I’d say you’re incredibly manic if I was diagnosing you”

Hermes: “the president? I’m glad that isn’t a tradition”

Poseidon and Dionysus completely drunk: *singing boats and hoes from step brothers at full volume in a public space* “THE NINA THE PINTA THE SANTA MARIA-“

Ares, constantly, at everyone “You, with no weapons or armor, me with full enchanted netherite and a trident with impaling V and channeling I. /weather set thunder mother fucker.”

And bonus: demigods

Blue is Percy Jackson, green is Grover Underwood, orange is Annabeth Chase

“Plot twist, William Afton is Hephaestus” “I think that’s what we call blasphemy” “that’s a weird way to spell Hephaestus” “ok so-what was his motivation for the child murder-?”

[roseonthewindow]

I am a little tired of the excuses form the fujo for BULLYING PEOPLE WHO ACTUALY PLAYED THE GAME

At some point this fandom will have to realize (if they have not already) some things; A: lies of P is not a gay game (Neowiz is a Koreian; I was corrected on this however this makes it worse as Lies of P is a story Archetype and that is gonna sting worse if you know you know.) B: Fans used the name Pinocchio, that name is never used in the game or even the artbooks "P" is used Once that I can tell for a ending title but we are still not told what "P" is sort for nether is the protagonist ever referred to as "P" for all we know P can also refer to someone else. Even Philippus (he introduces himself as Giangio) never refers to the protagonist as Pinocchio thou there is evidence to show that it could very well be a "code name" given to Carlo by Philippus' organization. But the fact remains that the name "Pinocchio" is not used not even for the book in hotel krat's library. C: Sweet Baby Inc is a terrorist organization that will never be allowed to touch a Chinese game without sever penalty. This includes Lies of P and any future game in its world. They use extorsion and cooperate sabotage to attain studio accepts. There are digital receipts and even a history of them doing this that has already tanked to my knowledge 5 development studious 3 being absorbed into a Phantom company connected to their CEO but this post is not about them or their criminal behavior. keep doing you but remember the game will never be gay Romeo is not coming back Carlo is the only actual name given to the protagonist at this time Change in race does not change your soul (its cute but not what's happening in game.) PLEASE STOP ENFORCEING PLAYER LOER AS IF ITS GAME LORE ONTO EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM ITS SICK. And to punish people who have not actually played the game but claim they did while using screenshots to pretend... "The Blue fairy" gets blown up half way through the game likely by the alchemists going after Geppetto.

[nether-receipts]

This is going to be a very long receipt due to the number of relevant screenshots involved. Because of the uniqueness of the situation, it will not be presented in the usual format of my posts.

On March 23rd, shortly after AngelQueen13 was announced the winner of the Playbill contest, this conversation was recorded in the public anti-beetlebabes chat on tumblr:

I, personally, was disturbed by the way Adam(phantomcryptonym) was harassed for not being negative enough, and reached out to them to make sure they were okay:

This conversation led to them joining a beetlebabes server. They brought their friend Morgan with them for comfort purposes. Shortly after joining and taking in all the content, Adam came to the independent conclusion that he was a beetlebabes shipper. This was an understandably terrifying conclusion to come to. They wanted to keep all of their anti friends in the other server and therefore elected to remain closeted. They made a secret sideblog for their beetlebabes content and would have remained closeted were it not for the stalking actions of Kiz(gender-chaotic on tumblr):

Reminder; these are people that Adam believed to be his friends. Following the revelation that he was a babe, the mods(mostly adults) decided that they needed to discuss privately about Adam’s(a child) continued membership in their server:

Both Adam and his friend Morgan were disturbed by the way Adam was targeted and ostracized over his shipping preferences. They made the independent decision to leave the server today(4/6/2020) and left the following goodbye letter in the main chatting channel:

Full Letter: “Adam and I would like to announce that we are leaving this server for good. For some of you this may seem out-of-the-blue, but I’ve at least been contemplating my departure for a while. We both think it’s the best for us to leave. We don’t want our mental healths to be put at stake by staying.Being in a mainly-anti server has been mentally taxing on the both of us. I am a neutral now, no longer an anti. Adam recently started to label himself as a babe. We didn’t infiltrate this server. We entered as antis and over the course of a few months discovered ourselves more and realized that we weren’t what you guys are. We don’t want to surround ourselves with hatred anymore, and we want to be free to express ourselves in any way we please to. Adam shipping beetlebabes does not make him any less of a person than any of you. He isn’t just what he ships. He’s a kind person and my best friend. If you reduce him to merely a fictional ship with fictional characters, then I find that absolutely absurd and incredibly telling of how you guys view people. Kiz has repeatedly acted rude not just to us, but towards many people. We find them very toxic and we cannot stand them. They stalk the babes tags and went out of their way to find Adam’s babes blog, which is completely separate from his main. Not to mention it’s very new (only a few days old) and such a small blog. The fact that Kiz, an adult, is stalking a minor’s account feels/is very predatory. All of this on top of other things has led to Adam feeling unsafe. Kiz went out of their way to send it to Leo instead of confronting Adam themselves. Now Leo, another adult, is discussing the situation to the other mods (again: all of them are adults and they’re invading a minor’s privacy) behind Adam’s back, not giving him the opportunity to be in the conversation to defend himself.I may not be a babe myself, but I’m no saint. For those who have been in #fandom-discourse, you may recall an account that was discussed a few days ago. InfinitySatan is a joint alias of Adam and I. We are the ones behind the Bottomcest accounts. We started shipping them over a month ago and created the accounts sometime in March. All in all, we’re done here. We have had good memories but that’s all we have from our time here. Don’t bother perusing the situation any further. Thank you. -Morgan and Adam” It was immediately deleted before any of the members could read it. Then, the gaslighting began:

Sidenote: The only interactions the bottomcest blog received after Adam and Morgan revealed their ship were disgusting suicide baiting anons. For them to admit that they interacted with it at all is an admission of guilt.  Also relevant; As I was in the midst of typing up this receipt, Adam’s beetlebabe blog received the following ask:

Date Documented: 3/23/2020 - Present Recipient: Adam and Morgan Sender: Kiz(gender-chaotic on tumblr) as well as the entire anti server run by UpperStories, a self-proclaimed neutral. Content: Gaslighting, Suicide Baiting, Targeted Harassment of Minors, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation, Ableism

[la5t-res0rt]

i made this for anyone who wishes to use it

i recommend using it as a response to whenever a beetlebabe reblogs your content after you specified that you do not want them to interact with your content after you post it to them i would then block them

there are beetlebabe shippers who can read and have the decency to respect dni requests but there are definitely people that dont and there are enough of them to be a problem

[st-jimmyjuice]

“Jimmy threatened a cartoon character with a comical hammer” NO. No. Jimmy drew a humorous photo of Jimmy!BJ putting down pedophile!BJ. These are characters. These are not real people with agency and rights. Jimmy’s feelings about pedophile!BJ have very little to do with his feelings about IRL toon juice. Because he can separate fiction and reality. 

[fright-of-their-lives]

Good Morning @xxx-theartofsuicide-xxx!!!

It's another beautiful day (for me, anyway). I noticed you didn't respond to me yesterday, which is so weird because you usually like to talk sooooo much! You had so much to say in your original post!

Maybe you're just feeling shy. Welp, guess I just gotta keep at it until you do feel like responding! Maybe you'll even put me on your @nether-receipts blog! That would truly be an honor

TTYL :)

[transgender-catboy]

Okay oc is made, just need a good username for their blog.....

[the-final-sif]

"Is the baby asleep?"

Technoblade's voice was quiet, but it still startled Tubbo, who was on the verge of passing out on the kitchen table. His entire body jolted and his heart almost gave out before he managed to take in a quick breath. Recovery took several seconds, but Tubbo pulled himself together enough to hiss out words.

"Not cool, big man! You can't jumpscare me like that!"

The fact he was staying quiet was answer enough. Techno rumbled out a huffy laugh, shrugging off his heavy outer cloak and setting down a bag that was filled with... potion brewing stuff? Tubbo was pretty sure that was what Techno'd gone out for. It'd been quite awhile. Nearly a full day now that Tubbo thought about it.

"Gotta stay alert at all times! You never know when I might strike!"

Despite Techno's words, his voice was still hushed and the slump to his shoulders indicated he was exhausted from his trip. Still, he had a good mood about him. Tubbo rolled his eyes, but grinned all the same.

"You find something cool?"

As he asked, Tubbo pushed himself to his feet with a yawn, reaching for Techno's bag to put away the ingredients, only to stop when Techno moved it away.

"Got a surprise for the piglet. I swung by the bastion that took him in to let 'em know he's alright, and they sent me off with some treats for him. I'm gonna put them with the nether wart, you can give 'em to him tomorrow after breakfast. No more than two though."

The idea was exciting. Tubbo couldn't help but wiggle a bit, still careful to keep his voice low.

"Oh! That's awesome! Me and Boo tried to make some nether food ages ago, most of it didn't turn out great, I'm not sure how well translated our receipts were, but the one that was edible Michael really liked. I'm sure he'll love these! Are you sure you don't want to give them to him though?"

As Tubbo rambled, he'd followed Techno down to the storage area, where the piglin had started putting away the ingredients. The man laughed again.

"Nah, I'm putting this stuff away and then passing out for the next 24 hours. No need for him to wait that long for 'em."

"Fair. I'll tell him you brought 'em back then."

Techno nodded, finishing up his sorting and giving Tubbo a pat on the back back as he slid past to head up to his bedroom. Right. Sleeping. That was a thing people did. Tubbo found himself suddenly very tired, and made his way over to the huge couch that took up half the living room. Sometimes he went over to Ranboo's place to sleep, but most nights he found himself here. Honestly, the couch was so big that it was basically the same size as a bed for him anyways.

Grabbing a few of the blankets to pull over himself, Tubbo settled down for the night, excepting to fall asleep quickly.

Only, something was wrong. A gut feeling that he was missing something.

Not something life threatening. Not like they were about to get attacked. Just that something important was off, and he'd been forgetting it for awhile now.

Tubbo couldn't seem to pinpoint what was bothering him, and it kept him up until his body finally passed out.

The morning was no better. There was an itch in his brain he couldn't seem to scratch, even as he went through the motions of preparing breakfast and bringing it up for Michael and Dream. Even as he sat in the chair and tried to make conservation, he found his mind drawn back to this puzzle he couldn't make out.

It hit him right when he gave Michael the treats. The boy recognized the candies, making grabby hands as he bounced with delight. Tubbo had laughed and handed them over, explaining it to Dream as he did so.

"They're from the bastion, Techno visited-"

And with that sentence, Tubbo got hit over the head with what he'd been missing. The realization stunned him into silence for several seconds. Dream tensed, glancing around for danger before Tubbo finally managed to collect his thoughts enough to speak. Words slow as he tried to assemble his thoughts.

"I- sorry- it just hit me. We've been so busy and-. Michael was at a bastion. They took him in. He's not- He's better. There's no bone, or fungi or- We haven't given him one potion. What- It's not- Everything Ranboo and I found find said it was incurable. I mean- Was it Sam?"

Admittedly, none of that was a question, and it was accompanied by a series of half aborted gestures as Tubbo desperately tried to communicate what had somehow slipped his mind in all the chaos. Michael was no longer half dead. Somehow.

Dream relaxed his shoulders a bit, taking a breath before replying.

"Nah, the- Sam." A pause, Dream shook himself slightly and restarted. "Sam didn't do shit to help. Wouldn't even let me have harming potions or take the fucking time to treat it himself. I don't think he understood how serious it was. Maybe he just didn't give a fuck. It got- It got kinda bad. So I used the book."

What.

No.

Oh no. No, no, no. Tubbo would've seen the message. Right? There would've been- Michael couldn't have-

"Oh fuck, not like- he didn't die. It's not-. The book, it works- So, XD, he's a weird motherfucker, but he'll show up and it's only supposed to be for revivals, but sometimes he'll bend the rules. I summoned him, asked him to patch Michael up, and he did what he could. Michael's still, uh, sort of infected? It won't get worse, but healing and harming are still flipped for him. Was the best XD could do without changing him too much."

Dream quickly explained, and it eased the panic in Tubbo's chest. That- It still wasn't good that Sam hadn't given Michael any medical treatment. Fuck, Tubbo was tempted to hunt the man down and take his last life for that alone. Another time, maybe. But at least Michael didn't die. That was something.

Tubbo nodded quietly, eyes turning to watch Michael as the toddler stayed distracted by his candy. Intently focusing on picking it apart to eat it in a very particular manner. He wanted to scoop the toddler up and never let him go again, but Michael was still very wary about being held. For anyone but Dream.

A few minutes ticked by, and before long, Tubbo found himself processing a lot of the implications of what Dream had said. A lot of it was good. Michael's infection had been a constant struggle, even with medical treatment, there was only so much that could be done. Michael was happier now. No longer in constant pain, and having regained some mobility. The lack of exposed bones was nice too. It would reduce his risk for other infections and help protect him when he ran into things as young children do.

Still, there were parts of the story that left Tubbo with questions. None of which he could ask. Tubbo had already been firmly told by Techno that he was not to ask Dream any questions about the revival book. The older piglin had been deadly serious about it, and even if Tubbo didn't quite understand why, even he could see how Dream's shoulders tensed at the mere mention of the book. Still, he had to ask something. The tense silence in the room was killing him.

"Wait- you called XD a 'weird motherfucker', isn't he like, your god? Like Techno with the blood god?"

Despite the mask covering Dream's face, Tubbo could tell that he was getting a Look for that.

"Fuck no. I mean, we've got some stuff going on, but he's not my patron. Honestly, I dunno if he even does that stuff."

That caught Tubbo off guard, he'd been assuming- well, a lot of things apparently. Dream wasn't wrong though, XD was a rarely worshiped god, known for not responding to those that did attempt to communicate with him. Which made it all the stranger that he was apparently willing to show up for Dream. Still, it was odd for Dream to be so willing to speak ill of him. XD was still a god, an old and quite powerful one at that.

"If he's not your patron, then why do you dress like him? I thought that was it? Do you just happen to dress like the god who lets you revive the dead?"

Dream snorted, not even offended at the accidental near accusation.

"Hell no, you've got it backwards. I don't dress like him, he dresses like me. When we met, he looked totally different, but he liked the way I looked so he copied it. Actually copied my mask too at first, but I drew the line at that shit. Made him change it so people can tell us apart."

Seconds ticked by, as Tubbo's brained stalled out. Long, long seconds.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN GOD COPIED YOU?!"

Oops. No sooner had he shouted, then he remembered there was someone still asleep in the house. Michael finally startled, looking up in alarm first at Tubbo, then over to Dream with one wide little eye. Dream was also startled for a moment, before he doubled over laughing, barely managing to half shrug his shoulders in response.

Only several seconds in to Dream's laughing fit as the man started to sound genuinely out of breath, did Tubbo remember that Dream's lungs were still weak, and Phil had specifically told them all not to make him laugh since it could trigger a coughing fit. Too late for that now. What was he supposed to do again? Something about water breathing and strength? Tubbo's brain was still dead from finding out that a god was apparently copying Dream of all people.

Luckily, a very sleepy Technoblade chose that moment to appear in the doorway, glaring at the occupants of the room (not Michael thought, Michael got a half-grin). Despite his tired state, Techno quickly noticed that Dream's laughter had in fact, turned into a coughing fit.

With a sigh, the piglin shuffled across the room to a cupboard where he snagged a purple looking potion. The potion was splashed onto a washclothing, and Tubbo quickly moved out of the way so that Techno could shift up Dream's shirt and apply it to the man's chest as he tried to get his breath back.

Once that was done, and Dream no longer sounded like he was dying, Techno turned to Tubbo with a single raised eyebrow. Clearly wanting answers. Tubbo had none, he could only wave his hands helplessly. Something Techno was decidedly unimpressed with.

Tubbo endured a staredown for nearly half a minute before Dream finally managed to speak up and save him.

"Tubbo just learned that XD's the rip off."

That got a bit of a face journey from Technoblade as he processed then acknowledged the point, finally landing on what seemed like understanding.

"Ah, so you finally learned God's a Dream kinnie. Fair enough, and welcome to my life."

And with that, Technoblade shuffled back out of the room to go back to bed, uninterested in explaining anything more.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (July 6/2021) - Prime Path Renovations

Ponk experiences a setback. He and Foolish discuss Plan 69 together. It’s only a matter of time.

Tommy decides to clear some of the crowded area along the Prime Path by working with Foolish, Antfrost, Ponk, Sam and Bad to tear some unused buildings (and Pride decorations) down. 

After Puffy discovers that her L’Targay was one of the builds destroyed, she decides to retaliate.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

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Tommyinnit

Captain Puffy

Michaelmcchill

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- Ponk tests out his TNT launcher and attempts to fly

- After one of the test runs goes wrong, Ponk dies in an explosion and loses all his items, including the trident. Sammy Wammy is lost forever

- It may be time to activate Plan 69. As Ponk says, it’s all about leverage...

- Ponk retrieves some items, puts on the creeper head and grabs Warden’s Will, Sam’s sword, from his underground base 

- Later, Foolish comes online and Ponk meets him at the bank, doing his best Sam impression in the creeper head. She informs him that the plan is coming together, but there is a setback (Ponk claims she was testing the security system on the bank with Sam’s voice)

- The time is soon for Ponk’s arm plan. They show Foolish a chest. Foolish opens it and looks at the contents -- the leverage -- with his screen hidden. He’s shocked

Ponk: “Foolish! It was never in vain! I am twenty steps ahead, Foolish! I am a master of chess! I am the master!”

Foolish: “Do you realize that thing -- that is nuts! Does anyone else know about that?”

Ponk: “No! No one knows, Foolish! No one knows!” (laughs)

Foolish: “And that was like -- I guess I may have to ask you later to explain where you got it, but...”

- Foolish gives Ponk some resources

Ponk: “Our time will come. We will meet again. Very soon, hopefully.”

Foolish: “But you realize -- like, what you have, though -- there’s more than just the thing that we could do, like there’s a lot more--”

Ponk: “Foolish! I am a self-centered person, Foolish. It is only for my gain! And maybe yours!”

Foolish: “Yes, but we could also do it for other gains!”

Ponk: “No! No, Foolish. No, Foolish...Some people are meant to be, in the places they are meant to be. Okay? Alright. I will see you -- I’ll see you later, Foolish.”

- They part ways

- Tommy establishes Spud Lore

- He meets Foolish on the Prime Path and asks about BadBoyHalo’s promo codes. Tommy takes down the charity sign

- He gets Foolish to take off his armor as they continue. He has figured out that no one likes rich people

- They make it back to Tommy’s house. Tommy takes his riches out of his Ender Chest and puts them in a chest

- To clear out some room, they start taking down the gingerbread house and Antfrost logs on, telling them to get away. Ant meets them at the house and they talk

- Tommy informs Antfrost that it is no longer Christmas. Ant is willing to help them take down other things, and Tommy claims partial ownership of the gingerbread house

- Next, Tommy sneaks into the Targay. They decide it’s suitable to bulldoze

- Mario interrupts. Tommy informs him that Targay has been “opening soon” for half a year. Yoshi arrives as well, but they quickly start taking it down

- Technoblade logs on just to suggest they tear down the prison

- Tommy asks Ant about his love life and how it’s going

- Tubbo joins the call and informs him of the copious amounts of TNT in his possession

- Tommy cleans up the Definitely Not Blood while Tubbo pokes Ranboo

- He also wants to make a trapped Freebies Chest

- Sam logs on while Tommy burns down the rainbow wall. Since Antfrost is there, it’s allowed

- The biggest challenge is the flag above the Community House, which is immensely prideful and an unfortunate image to destroy. Tommy takes down the Pride Flag. Antfrost simply watches

- They put the blocks in the Freebies Chest

- Next, they go to inspect the prison. Tommy hates the prison. Antfrost states that it would be a conflict of interest for him, since he works there

- Sam appears at the prison entrance and tells them to stop. Foolish tries to bargain with scaffolding

- Foolish puts on Sam’s head and they face off with Warden Sam. Tommy puts on his own creeper head and proclaims that they should get rid of this prison, as the prison system is flawed! 

- Foolish brought pot. Antfrost brought weednip

- Tommy and Foolish go through the prison entrance portal and it gets deactivated by an explosion

- Tommy has a flint and steel and Sam begs them to try and re-light it. Tommy has leverage. Sam says he has something on him that Tommy would like. Tommy takes the deal and they go back through the portal

- Sam gives Tommy stacks of TNT and the group heads off again to the obsidian Nether Portal cube

- They start deactivating it and Ponk logs on

- Tommy takes down Dream’s honeymoon resort (the iron door structure)

- Sam suggests they take down Ninja’s house, but Tommy protests. This is iconic. He tries to call Ninja

- Foolish starts taking it down to test how it feels. They explode the rest and Tommy keeps the bed for good luck

Tommy: “i’m not gonna Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Ninja Fortnite Blevins, Sam! It just wouldn’t work! I’m no girlboss. I’m merely a manloser.”

- Tommy goes to mine dirt in sorrow. Ponk speaks to them, arriving in his Robin outfit. They explore the invisible staircase

- Next, they go to take down Ponk’s pumpkin trap

- Foolish wonders what would happen if they tried to kill the dragon. He says if you kill the dragon, you get “XD” in your name and get Creative mode. Tommy doesn’t want to risk it

- Foolish kisses himself on his elbow. Self-love

- Antfrost’s eyes turn red from the weednip and he hands some to everyone. Foolish gets high and turns into Batman

- Tommy towers up and gets rid of the last of the Y:7 sign. They start talking about Tinder

- Tommy gets Phil to join VC, asking him to tell them about Big Russ

- He calls Bad to ask about the YouTooz codes. Bad says to ask Sam. Sam does not know

- They go to the Hall of Fame and debate killing Drista’s dog. Drista’s dog dies

- Everyone goes to the graveyard by Punz’s backyard and stand on the grave. Foolish says it would be very spiritual for Tommy to blow up his own grave

- Tommy suggests they bring back the Socializing Club. Ponk says it’s the essential oils shop

- Sam runs over to blow up Wilbur’s ball (owned by Tommy) but Tommy refuses, saying he would kill Sam if he did

- Tommy leaves the group to go get some more dirt

- Ponk tells Sam that he lost the trident today as well as all his things

- They chat some more and Sam tells Foolish that Bad is "on grinder.” Foolish asks him if he’s verified on it. Sam asks if he’s spoken with Skeppy about it

- Tommy joins the VC again with a “’sup, bitches.” Sam tells Tommy that Bad is “on grinder for the experience”

- Tommy says he wants more people to be on the server more often and Foolish and Sam start comparing their server statistics. Tommy has 13 days on the server. Sam has 95 days

- Tommy concludes that he must be Foolish’s father figure and calls Foolish “son”

- Once Tommy leaves, the three go to destroy the ball but Phil joins VC to tell them that if they did that, Wilbur would cry, so they don’t 

- Bad tells Ant they should go to Foolish’s summer home to destroy the things that aren’t being used there. They discuss what to destroy and destroy a red tulip

- Then they destroy Ponk’s essential oils shop 

- Bad and Ant argue over who gets claim to Alyssa’s house. They go around various areas debating what to destroy

- They go to L’manburg and take down Fundy’s election whitehouse

- Afterwards, they go down into L’manhole and clear the Blood Vines off of the flag

- Foolish and Antfrost go back to Las Nevadas

- Puffy has heard that some damage has been done. She’s been told that there were several people there, including a certain muffinhead, a furry, and most importantly, a child (and also Foolish and Sam)

- Puffy turns on the slow Able Sisters Theme and logs on, immediately seeing the cleared-out L’Targay plot

Puffy: “What in the corporation is this shit?!”

- She walks down the Prime Path, surveying the damage, until she sees that they got rid of the flag as well

- There is now room for retribution. This seems to have been targeted at her

- Puffy goes to Tommy’s house. She could either destroy Tommy’s base, or cover it in rainbows...or...

- She spies the Big Innit Hotel in the background. They could take it a step further...

- She pulls up the stream footage for receipts. She sees Tommy start to destroy the gingerbread house and learns that Antfrost stopped it. Puffy is enraged

- She wonders what Tommy’s favorite tower is and makes her way to the Disruption Tower

- Puffy gets disrupted by the Disruption Tower and then takes part of it down. She gets Disrupted for a few minutes mining before finding out that it was the wrong tower, and it was the Power Tower that was Tommy’s favorite

Puffy: “Blackstone? I thought Tommy hated blackstone.”

- After walking past it several times, Puffy finally identifies the right tower as the Power Tower

- She gets some TNT and explodes Tommy’s house. While storing the dropped items in chests, she notices that Tommy has Schlatt’s bones

- She still remembers when she was living out of a turkey and the turkey was destroyed. While others helped, Tommy was the one who incited it. The others will get repercussions as well though

- Puffy builds Tommy’s house into a mini L’Targay so that when Tommy uses his house, he will finally be using L’Targay as well

- Next, Puffy takes down Antfrost’s gingerbread house and comes across the bathwater chamber 

- She goes to Foolish’s summer home to put mustaches on all the statues, but is disappointed to find that they already have mustaches. She starts putting a brown hat on the sphinx when Quackity joins VC

- Quackity asks why Puffy is putting hats on all of Foolish’s builds, and Quackity tells her to leave him alone. Puffy informs him that Foolish is her son. They go back and forth about Puffy’s full name (Puff Big Daddy)

- Quackity is not BadBoyHalo’s mistress

- Puffy tells him about Tommy blowing up all the rainbows, so she blew up Tommy’s house. They chat a bit

- Foolish logs on, Puffy asks him why he helped in the destruction of Targay and Foolish says it was character development

- Then Quackity tells Puffy about how Tommy got exiled. Namely, that Tubbo betrayed him (he does an impression of Tubbo). Foolish sneaks around behind them

Puffy: “Do you think it would be wrong to kill my son on the server?”

Puffy: “Like do I pull a Philza?”

- Quackity says not to even think about touching Foolish. Puffy invites Foolish to the call and Quackity tells Foolish that he is Quackity’s beloved and then starts talking about metabolism articles

- They continue chatting. Puffy shows Foolish the top hats and Foolish says they actually used to have hats not too long ago

- Foolish shows off his Batman skin and Quackity becomes the Joker. They roleplay until the Joker suggests they have a threesome and abruptly cease the bit

- Foolish and Puffy head over to Las Nevadas. Foolish shows Quackity the progress he’s made on the sand and the hotel. They keep doing the Batman impressions, now with an added Bane impression

Quackity: Imagine Bane and the Joker kissing

Foolish: Can we do that?

- They talk quite a bit about Wattpad

- Foolish changes into his Superman skin

- Quackity leaves and Foolish and Puffy continue to talk in Las Nevadas

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[vintage-tech]

Jan 29, 1952 receipt from Sears (of course still hanging onto their full name, “Sears, Roebuck and Company” at the time) for Delores Jansen of Parkland [the nether reaches of Tacoma, WA? 11602 South C is half a mile from where I used to live so it’d make sense] for a “Radio Phono” -- a hi-fi? -- which she had delivered in a way you can’t get today without making headlines (”leave inside front door”), and cost her $159.95 cash plus 3% sales tax.

And giggling over how the salesperson initially wrote “1951″ since nearly a month into the new year he still was goofing it up, just like we all do.

[nether-receipts]

Date Documented: 7/3/2020

Recipient: This Blog

Sender: beetlejuiceminaj/nickigeuse/juiceyourself

Content: Harassment

[la5t-res0rt]

Nether-receipts is honestly just awful. They claim that antis are bullies but then insult peoples art. Also they literally accused me of lying about being called a slur (even though i provides receipts) and posted a personal vent post of mine (that i specifically did not want being shared.) and called it harrassment.

youre right it is awful

im sorry that your privacy was breeched and i hope whoever did it is no longer in your scope of acquaintances

no respect honestly the moderator doesnt care about the feelings of others and that is a fact

the second part of this message is especially hilarious considering what has been said and done by the moderator of nether receipts in the past few days it is so fucking funny honestly

the hate thats received is a direct result of people like the moderator trying to cause problems and posting things in spaces where they arent allowed like in discord servers this is something we have seen time and time again

that doesnt necessarily make the hate okay especially the violent threats that are supposedly sent by antis but it is a problem with a remarkably simply solution which is stop harassing people for thinking pedophila is bad and posting triggering content without tags or posting them in spaces where it isn’t allowed because of either the presence of minors or to adhere to the comfort levels of the people in the space

but obviously there isnt a lot of room for understanding on the end of the moderator

this screencap is from a public discord server and was sent by a user who wishes to remain anonymous thank you for your submission

[skenpiel]

@nether-froze-over RECEIPTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kiantrev]

@myersbprd

They should’ve labelled the drinks. They really should. But Francesca was so occupied with the party planning, her list of to-do’s was close to 5 pages and full to the brim with scribbles, extra notes, receipts stapled to corners. Kieran and his sisters almost wanted to have their mother stop and sit down for a breather, but dinner parties were a big deal in the fae community, especially when it’s the changing of seasons. Hallow’s Eve meant that most of their guests are made of fae of the living world and of the nether- and that included deceased ancestors given the chance to have a reunion with their living loved ones, and that meant Kieran getting pinches on his cheeks by his ancestral aunts.

It boggled his mind when an invitation was sent to Agent Myers’ way. A human, the first to attend a dinner party of the faes, in a millennia! Kieran knew he’ll have to stick by John’s side to protect him, lest one of his deceased cousins (twice removed) accidentally takes him back to their world behind the veil. Kieran didn’t know where his jacket went for the night as he searched for the agent after losing him in the crowd- it was a big house, after all. Luckily, one of his sisters had dragged John off into a vacant sitting room, a glass of punch (highly spiked with cherubim liqour) spilled on the expensive carpet (that’ll be mother’s problem, not theirs!). John looked like he was in a daze as he laid on the couch.

“Oh gods, what a disaster. If you feel like throwing up, tell me and I’ll get you a bucket, John,” Kieran sighs, his costume removed and dumped aside.

[martian-martian-martian]

Neither-receipt is claiming your a beetlebabe and write fanfiction of it

So I’ve seen! I don’t know whether you’re notifying me or accusing me. Either way, thank you for the opportunity to make a post about this. 

OKAY. SO. If you don’t wanna read all this shit, the short answer is: 

I’m not a “beetlebabe” (I don’t ship Beetlejuice and Lydia), and the fic is not a beetlebabes fic. 

If you don’t believe me, I’m gonna go further into it, but if you’re hell bent on demonizing me, no pun intended, I’m not gonna bend over backwards to convince anyone. I know what’s true. 

Anyway, the fic they falsely refer to is called ‘Strange Bedfellows’ and it’s a PLATONIC  longform fic that me and a dear friend wrote about Beej and Lydia navigating the awkward twists and turns of past trauma and the societal pressure and complexity of adult male-female friendships! 

As the person who wrote Betelgeuse in the fic, I based a lot of the interaction between Lydia and Beej after real friendships I’ve had with guys in my life, exaggerated of course, as a queer woman, and it is in part a reflection on my own personal discomfort and struggles with them under the absurd heteronormative pressure in our society.

Also??? Most importantly??? It’s deadass just a goofy story with Prince Vince and zombie prostitutes and fortune tellers and disguises and body-swapping and getting trapped in the netherworld. It’s not even that serious. It’s mostly just puns.

People who accuse it of being a Beetlebabes fic are usually xxx-theartofsuicide-xxx on different accounts (nether-receipt is a side account of hers), OR they’re basing their judgements off a TAGGING error, where me and my writing partner were dumbasses and tagged it incorrectly, a mistake we have hence fixed after the incredible shitstorm it rightfully caused. 

Either way, nobody who makes the accusations has ever actually read it, or if they have, they see what they want to see because, ahem: 

There is absolutely NO shipping content in it whatsoever, and I encourage anyone who doubts it to read it for themselves!

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/18426276?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_326245378

_ _ _

I don’t ship beetlebabes, never have, and never will.

In the past I was more nebulous about it, admittedly, because I wasn’t aware of the controversy. I think in one post I mentioned being intregued by the idea of a grown relationship? when asked about it? but I’ve since kind of wised up to the whole thing and solidifed my stance firmly in the squick zone.

And thats decidedly pretty much where i am. I am straight up not a beetlebabe.

I don’t really know how to prove that more than I already have. I don’t support beetlebabes shippers monetarily or with my time or signal boosting, I take great care to block and avoid all beetlebabes artists and writers on my page.  I’ve been outspoken about how much I hate the ship and think it glorifies pedophilia, grooming, and unhealthy creepy old men fantasies.

If that’s not enough, I guess people just have to take my word for it. *shrug* 

The outspoken beetlebabe ‘community’ (like, a handful of people) has ranted and raved about me for ages, including calling me, (a jewish conversion student) a full blown nazi, a puritan, and other ludicrous foaming tripe. 

Nonetheless, when that didn’t work, people decided the best way to shut me down was to try to turn people who agree with me against me. So that’s where we are. 

_ _ _

Honest to God, I’ll be happy never to fucking discuss beetlebabes or any of that discourse again. I had long since backed out of it, though I remain outspoken about grooming content in general, but lately nether-receipts started tonguing my asshole, so that’s why the shenanigans are circulating. My life does not revolve around my shipping opinions, and I really don’t feel a need to make any sort of point anymore, especially when some people are just toxic. 

I hope this clears up any lingering questions for people. 

Strange Bedfellows is still updating and I’m still posting chapters, I’m proud of it and I refuse to be ashamed of something that sits well with my own values and conscience. 

Maybe some people think that’s ironic, I couldn’t really give a damn. 

[betelbitches]

You deserved none of those awful anons, and I hope that everyone who was mean to you yesterday (08/10/2020) and the day before (8/9/2020) collectively steps on tacks. Nether Receipts is nothing but fake woke needling bullshit at this point, and is run by a coward who prefers to waste her life on other people’s business rather than acting like a reasonable mature person, and the entire fandom can quote me on that.

Uppers I love you more than life itself 💖💘💗💕💖💘💗💕💖💘💗💞💖💘💞