#please just tell me if you scammed me or not so I can express my disappointment and frustration

[imaginmatrix]

I ordered something ultra rare that I’ve been looking for for a decade (pjo related) and I saw it pop up and snatched it quick, but I’m SO nervous I got scammed 😅 (not that I would mind TOO much because I’d been thinking of donating to the seller anyway if someone else had bought it first because they seem to have fallen on hard times so it’s just like “clearly you needed the money”)

But I’m so anxious because I haven’t gotten a tracking number but they said it’s out for delivery so I’m like… will I have this super cool dream item by the time I get home today or is it just a ruse and they’ll come back tomorrow with “huh it says it was delayed/couldn’t be delivered” and then ghost me?????

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ toji fushiguro x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a miserable Toji founds the living image of his death wife in you, a sex worker at Kabukicho.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ omg i've been waiting for you to write for jjk!!! please Sashi, can you write an nsfw toji x f! reader with the prompt The red lights of Kabukichō. tw: MNDI. dark! content. reader is a sex worker from the kabukicho red district. toji has no respect for you. oral, rough, spanking, slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie implied, you look like Megumi's mom. first time I write for Toji pls be soft on me. wc: 2k masterlist

A lucky round, for the very first time at Pachinko. Fushiguro Toji feels pleased; he lies on the backrest of his seat, right in front of an old machine and next to many other people desperately trying to win something. The more desperate they get, the more they lose.

Poker, Mahjong, horse races. money, lose the money. lose your life, lose the time until it is over.

“It looks like you have a lot of luck tonight, mister” a woman whose face he simply ignores, paws his wide frame.

“Get off, bitch” he mutters, scaring her away with his sharp -but really tired- eyes.

The lady walks away, spitting expletives that Toji couldn’t hear -nor cared to do so-. However, consequences were about to hit him.

Two guys, or maybe gorillas, appeared right behind his seat. “Sir, I must ask you to leave” one of them says, trying to snatch him from behind, passing one of the arms around his neck.

Unfortunately for them, as well as for Toji, the strength and speed of his Zen’in body  allows him to not only avoid the attack but also smash the head of the aforementioned gorilla against the Pachinko machine.

“Fuck you” he grunts, knowing too damn well the aggression didn’t come because of him disrespecting a lady but rather because his “luck” wasn’t welcomed into their business.

Honestly, given the right moment, Toji would have killed them both in no time… but tonight was different; some years -he doesn’t even remember how many- have passed and today marked the anniversary of his wife passing.

Toji stole a bun from the guy that was sitting by his side and walked away from the Pachinko parlor before the astonished looks of the people there. Nobody dared to follow him, they knew death would find them if they dared to mess a single second more with that man.

His steel blue eyes shine red as the lights of Kabukichō receive him in their sensual embrace. The attractive concupiscence of beautiful women dancing on windows catches his attention, but no woman is enough to make him feel any type of pleasure.

He is well aware of the many scams there, but he is sure nobody could scam him more than he could scam them.

Many women and men come closer, wearing revealing suggesting outfits; they touch him, they call him inside their “shops”. Yet, Toji still walks unaware, as if possessed. Some even offer him their services for free, his handsomeness is undeniable; his strong physique, delicious and tempting.

“Sir, sir!” you call him, tapping insistently on his wide shoulder. “SIR!” you repeat, as he seems not to hear anything around.

Toji turns around, all of a sudden, grabbing your hand to stop poking him. “What the fuck do you want, I don’t wanna fuck you… you…” he angrily barks, stopping immediately after watching your face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to… your… your wallet just fell from your pants” you tell him, scared and feeling the tight grip intensify around your wrist.

His eyes burn holes into yours, his expression turns troubled, darker. He is not blinking, and perhaps even not breathing.

“Do you work here?” he asks. “It’s my first night… I was promoting that- bar” you point out to the entrance of a quite ratchet facility of red and pink lights and semi naked woman pictures on their walls.  “I… your wallet” you murmur, showing him the black ragged leathery pouch that feels light and empty.

He lets your arm go and takes the wallet with absolutely no interest. His eyes, however, never let go of your face… you must be an interest to him?

“You… what’s your surname?” he asks, as if he was waiting to hear something revealing.

You frown; why would a complete stranger ask for your surname? Men in here only want one thing, and to them what’s your name is totally irrelevant for that purpose.

“It’s (Surname)” you tell him, either way. You had nothing to lose, after all.

He seems relieved but also a little disappointed. Truth is, that you look incredibly similar to his late wife… “Come here, I want you” he simply states, pulling from your hand to the inside of your work place.

You follow him with no time to say no… you wouldn’t say no anyway.

There is not much your boss can do either; he is in fact pleased to know that right after he hired you, you have already given him a client.

You open the door to the “rooms”. Precarious looking places that no man cares about as they only care the true purpose of his visit.

Once inside one of them, you close the door, and the red lights bathe both of your bodies as if it was a blood bath.

“Sir, which service would yo-“ you ask, but you are immediately silenced by his hand on your mouth. He pushes you to a round bed, making your back hit violently the mattress. You blink twice before he could pounce into you.

Toji is big enough to smash you with his body, and you honestly would love to die underneath his prominent chest tonight.

“I don’t care about the services you give, spread those legs” he orders, slapping the inner side of your knees.

You let your legs open wide, falling to each side. The short skirt you were wearing invites him to taste you; the buffed man with a scar on his lip sees everything you have to offer.

He smirks, so dark. And then, takes his black shirt off. His body is by far better than what you thought that tight shirt had already revealed to you. Each muscle perfectly showing like it’s been sculpted on his skin. The wide shoulders and prominent collarbones and pecs… he is the total embodiment of carnal desire.

Toji’s brute hands rip your almost transparent thong now; the elastic band snapping on your hipbone makes you squirm owning yourself to get his hand around your neck. “Stay still, bitch. You will have enough time to squirm around once I fuck you”

Your insides tremble, your core tenses. Such a disrespect makes you hornier instead of mad.

“Y-yes…” you stutter, finishing your words with a loud moan as his fingers penetrate you. Your back arches, and the more it does, the more he squeezes your neck.  

With lack of air and probably blue lips, your eyes turn white from pleasure. Your legs tend to close but you can’t as Toji prevents them to shutting.

“Hold on there, don’t close them. I need to prep you, you are too tight to me” he spits, reaching deeper with curled beckoning fingers hitting your top wall. You clench to the sheets, coffing and trying to grasp for some air… this man will kill you, and you will be smiling at him.

He takes his fingers out of you, giving you some seconds to rest. You watch your own arousal dripping down his hand and forearm. Toji sticks his tongue out in a disgusting, yet absolutely sexy way, and licks your salty products right from there.

“Not as good as my wife, but still good” he murmurs, leaving you startled… he has a wife?

Well, not exactly.

He turns you around from your right ankle, this man’s strength surpasses any limits. Your face hit the mattress, leaving you a little bit dizzy from the fall. Immediately after you could react, you feel two big hands lifting your ass from under your lower belly.

Knees carved on the bed, and also head as one of his heavy hands pass from your waist to your nape.

You sense two fingers spreading your folds, and the wet tongue of him licking from your clit to your ass. He has absolutely no decorum to do it, he does it so disgustingly lustful. Toji’s nose buries in your perineum as he sometimes focuses on your throbbing clit, sucking hard until your inner thighs begin to spasm and tremble.

Some spanks are added, that leave your cheeks burning. He goes even down, hitting the back of your thighs, a place that hurts but makes it even better. You are sure by now you must have created a pool of your fluids underneath you, and if not… well, you are most likely about to.

“Ehj… so wet…” he pants once he stops eating you out.

With difficulty you see him through the mirrored walls cleaning his mouth with the back of his forearm. Slanted eyes peek through black strands of hair, they meet yours and It’s both scary and hot.

Toji smirks, so devilishly and turns you once again around from your leg. You are like a mere doll to him.

He buries his fingers in your cheeks, making your lips pout and your eyes widen. You are still panting, so your breathing sounds loudly in between your fingers and a drop of saliva pools right in the middle of your lower lip.

That man has the look of a murderer, of a devil. With just one hand he gets rid of his grey pants along with his underwear. Your eyes confirm why he mentioned the need of you getting “prepped” as he exhibits his hard sex.

Purplish tip, veiny. It is not gigantic, but still constitutes a challenge for anyone to be able to take it. He is not going slow, nor carefully… and you know that for sure.

“I’m going raw, hope you are ready to become a single mother” he lets you know, as if you didn’t know already. You limit yourself to nod. You are honestly more worried for the integrity of your insides than that.

Toji kneels on the bed, sitting on top of his heels. He grabs you by your hips, pulling you over his lap to get your sex closer to his. A sex that with the simple touch of his warm precum covered tip makes your already overstimulated you to shiver.

His fist, also veiny, clench around his shaft. Toji pumps up and down two or three times and then plays with your wetting mess and his, giving you little slaps with his tip.

Strings of transparent lubrication mix; your neediness is that big you squeeze one of your breasts… it seems eternal, the wait, the desire…

The penetration. “Ngh…”

You arch your back while Toji penetrates you deeper and mercilessly, there is no escape as he has you trapped by the sides of your hips. Your toes curl, feeling the stretching of your cunt, and swearing his tip has probably reached a place nobody has ever reached inside you.

He begins fucking you, without moving a single muscle but his muscular arms. He is using you as a fleshlight, and his eyes are fixed in your beautiful pleasure façade.

“Keep moaning that way, you are almost identical” he grunts, moving you in and out faster and harder.

You aren’t very sure to who you are almost identical, but your brain has become nothing but a mere dumb slave of that lustful sexual torture.

He lifts from his heels, along with you. Your face and barely any of your nape remain on the mattress. To him moving your body, he adds his own hip thrusts. The sound of your skin slapping is almost as loud as your whining.

His forearm is the only thing holding you up by the small of your back, while his free hand now rips your little shirt open. Your breasts bounce in pure freedom, calling him to bite them so brutally. And so, he bends over to reach for your hard nipples.

Toji’s eyes never leave your façade, he seems possessed as he enjoys and also suffers.

“Fuck you bitch, how come you are that similar to her… you do the same fucking face” he spits, slapping your face and then burying his index and middle finger inside your mouth.

You choke but suck desperately. Your moans get muffled by his salty fingers; your sex has already undergone the stage of climax more than twice.

He can go for hours, pumping deep in you, biting your breasts, slapping you… and he does, until your conscious begins to fade, and he wishes to fill you up.

“Hold my cum inside, maybe I can give the fucking clan another kid” “Sir…? Which clan?”

I only touched her; I only fucked her because she looked just like you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much...

[hannie-dul-set]

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF.

p — CHOI BEOMGYU x gn! reader. g — humor, fluff. w — swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing but that's nothing new with my recent works. 1.6k words.

note — inspired by this post. i'm supposed to be studying rn.

everyone in your department knows that choi beomgyu is not to be trusted.

no, it’s not like he scams people with overpriced products on the university buy and sell forum. he doesn’t give you wrong answers during tests to fuck you over. he isn’t seeing multiple people at once behind their backs like a shitty fuckboy, either.

but when choi beomgyu tells you that there’s a buy one take one promo at the coffee shop near campus, you should probably think twice before rallying your friends over because of your shared coffee addiction. it’s the reason why hueningkai showed up to a department party last month wearing a penguin costume when the theme was business-casual. it’s the reason why choi yeonjun sends a string of curses to the group chat bi-weekly because he’s told that there’s a quiz today, only to arrive at an empty classroom.

it’s all harmless. it’s all fun and games and for a good laugh— but nevertheless, everyone knows to think twice before listening to the honeyed words that fall from choi beomgyu’s mouth. the problem is, the bastard is charismatic and he knows it. “he’s weaponizing his pretty face like a motherfucking gun,” you mentioned to soobin one time. so even if people are ware that he’s slimy little bitch that likes to fuck around a lot, they still listen to what he says. even when in doubt.

well, they’re all fucking stupid.

“hey, let’s compare hand sizes!”

and you refuse to be branded as a gullible idiot, too.

“what?”

the sandwich you’re having for lunch suddenly feels dry on your tongue. “gimme your hand,” he insists, and you narrow your eyes at him. what...what the fuck is this bastard trying to do? “i wanna know whose is bigger.”

now, that’s a familiar line. it almost made your heart flutter when he’s batting his eyes at you so expectantly with that pretty face of his from across the cafeteria table, the fingers of his right palm outstretched and ready to catch yours upon your consent.

almost. but there’s no way in hell you’re humoring his dumb ass.

“sure,” you respond. and, after wiping your lips with a napkin, offer out your open palm for him in the air.

his face brightens— a tiny smile pulling at his lips.

beomgyu reaches out for your hand. before he can press his palms against yours, you quickly fold it into a middle finger.

it’s almost funny how his expression quickly tumbles into despair.

“eat shit, motherfucker.”

you clean up your tray and leave your dumbfounded friend behind. you have no idea what his intentions with that was, but you aren’t risking making a fool out of yourself at the suggestion that beomgyu might be trying to (pathetically) hit on you. he’s probably just concocting some more mischief— especially since you’re one of the people he has yet to victimize with his dumb jokes.

so you’re not surprised when he makes another attempt. but what you don’t understand is why he keeps trying to hold your hand.

“booooring. this class is so boring.”

he’s sitting next to you inside the lecture hall. so far, not that out of the ordinary. you do your best to catch up with your professor’s discussion, but from the corner of your eyes you see beomgyu finally giving up and melting his head into the desk, burying his face into his arms. “this sucks,” he muffles, before craning his head and you can feel him staring at you from below. “aren’t you bored?”

“i’m trying to pay attention, beomgyu.”

“pay attention to me,” he whines. “i’m bored. let me scribble on your hand to pass—”

“please shut the fuck up.”

at some point, it’s starting to confuse you more than annoy you. all signs lead to a boy simply trying to get the attention of his crush, but this is choi beomgyu you’re talking about. you just can’t trust him. not even when he always tries to follow you around in the hallways. not even when he drops a warm latte at your desk every 7AM class.

“i know how to do palm reading. do you wanna—”

“i’m not superstitious,” you immediately put up your shield to his spear. “thanks for the coffee.”

you really don’t understand him.

“there was a hit and run incident yesterday. you should hold onto me just to be—”

“red light. let’s go.”

you seriously don’t fucking get him.

“aaaah! i’m falling! grab my hand, i’m falling to my death!”

what the hell is he trying to do?!

“beomgyu, it’s a four-foot deep pool,” you deadpan, face flushed and it’s definitely not just from the heat of the sun. he perishes into the water with a splash. my god, what’s going on with him? you shake your head, trying to ward off an incoming headache. 

really. if this wasn’t beomgyu doing this shit, you’d be a hundred-percent convinced that he’s trying to make a move on you. that he likes you and is trying his stupidest to catch your attention. but it is beomgyu, and everyone knows he can’t be trusted unless you want to be laughed at. being this week’s joke isn’t on your bucket list. so no matter how many more attempts he’s going to make, you will be impenetrable. you will not be fooled.

“hey.”

that is until he shows up all serious in front of your classroom the next week. 

students are pouring out from the door, and you’re a heavy obstacle from their rush to go home because for some reason, choi beomgyu is there— also obstructing the traffic flow in the hallway. 

“what is it now?” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at the worryingly large bouquet he has in his arms. “are your hands cold? do you want me to hold them to keep you warm?”

“that would be nice,” he replies. you seriously want to hit him. “but, no. that’s not what i’m here for. i decided that it might be best to stop asking for your hand because you might actually punch me this time.” this is a public area, you’d like to remind him. and that dangerously constructed statement of his is eliciting murmurs from the passersby surrounding you. you feel your face flush. 

“if you phrase it like that, people are going to get the wrong idea.”

“let them misunderstand, i don’t really care,” he shrugs. “what i care about is clearing up the misunderstanding between you and me. i don’t think we’ve been on the same page for the past few weeks.”

you furrow your brows. “what are you getting at?”

“taehyun told me that you think i’ve just been fucking around with you,” he says. “and i have to admit that i definitely have nothing to blame but myself and my reputation. but i want to tell you that i have been seriously, seriously serious about you.”

“sure,” you snort. “i definitely trust you, beomgyu.”

he frowns. “dammit, taehyun was right. you really don’t trust me.”

what did he expect? for the past year and a half that you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but unserious and troublesome. beomgyu brings mischief wherever he goes and you don’t want to make a misstep and be caught in that shitstorm— not even when your heart is racing a little too fast for comfort at the moment. not even when those flowers actually look really pretty.

“but i expected this. i’ve come prepared,” beomgyu tells you. what is it this time? you exhale. had he been normal, you might’ve trusted him at his first attempt to shoot his shot with you. “i’ve come to the conclusion that in order to get your trust, i need to stop messing around with everyone. and that begins with being completely, absolutely, unapologetically honest.”

again, this is a public area. people are staring and you’re starting to get a bad feeling.

“i’m in love with you.”

holy shit.

“i’ve been in love with you ever since taehyun introduced us to each other, i think.”

there’s fire somewhere. 

“that was over a year ago!”

that somewhere is your face.

“yeah, and?” he raises a brow. “that means i’ve liked you for over a year. i can do the math. i’m not stupid.” you want to throw yourself into a ditch and die.

“beomgyu, tell me you’re kidding.” not even your hands can fan out the inferno overtaking your face right now. somehow, there’s a lot more people around you than you remember, and while you’re suffering from a sudden onslaught of unprovoked feelings, beomgyu looks relatively unfazed. “you can’t be serious. if you’ve liked me for that long, then why haven’t you done anything until recently?!”

“funny story,” he starts. there is nothing funny about this at all. “i didn’t think i had a chance until soobin hyung told me you thought i was pretty the other week.”

soobin, that fucking rat. 

the context wasn’t even a positive one! you said he was using his pretty face for evil!

“i—” 

like what he’s doing now.

the words get stuck in your throat when you notice that beomgyu actually looks earnest. he’s not smiling or laughing— but patiently waiting for you to say something in response. your mouth is dry. your ribcage is shaking. it doesn’t fucking help that there’s three dozen people watching the scene unfold. couldn’t he have chosen a more appropriate place to pour his fucking heart out?

“you know what, let’s go.”

it’s an act of impulse. you quickly grab him by the hand and lead him away from the crowded hallway with hurried steps. “damn,” he says, trailing from behind you. “i didn’t have to try and convince you this time.”

what’s ironic is that this is the most honest you’ve ever felt of him. his palms are clammy and slipping through your fingers. he’s making jokes, but his desperate squeeze is telling you more than what he’s actually saying. “everyone knows to think twice before listening to me. but everyone also now knows that i’m pretty much in love with you, so that’s a win for me.”

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[spitdrunken]

response to this ask: ABSOLUTELY NOT TOO MUCH!!! This ask has brought me infinite joy and I have reread it a LOT. (Also dw, I will always assume Reader is an adult through asks!! But I get why you’d wanna say that with a term such as grooming, haha) also this got REALLY LONG… HELP.

Notes: pseudocest, obsessive behaviour, codependency, unequal power dynamics, implied minor character death, infantilization… general creepiness. Perhaps this veers away from my original post a little, but I love the idea that you’re someone entirely new to Hell. You’re fresh off the boat, so to speak, entirely unfamiliar with the way things work around here— Except that everything’s fucking terrifying, and you want out! Right now. Please. You see an ad on a random TV in a store’s display, one featuring a hotel that promises ‘sinners’ (which is what you are now, apparently, even your own body now being a new and confusing factor of your existence) a possible way to ascend up to Heaven. Now new and refurbished, after the last successfully averted extermination! Whatever that means. With nowhere else to turn to, no other leads or possibilities except sleeping out on the blood-soaked streets, of course you go! Who wouldn’t? You’d be stupid not to go! …Unless this is all a big scam In which case, you can only hope that you can’t die more than once.

Maybe you arrive, and this grand, beautiful hotel, is, well… Deserted. It’s beautiful on the outside, sure, but where are any of the staff? Or the people staying there, for that matter? You’re so uncomfortable out it all, that you nearly turn tail and run back from whence you came. You would have, if where you came from wasn’t ten times worse.

You walk up to the front desk, and, before you can change your mind, ring the little bell placed on the desk. Someone appears in a flash of golden light, and you have to squint your eyes to avoid being blinded. It disappears as quickly as it came, and a man… Demon, actually, appears in its place. (You catch a quick glance of something bright yellow being quickly stuffed into his pocket, but you have no idea what it is.) His form is noticeably more humanoid than the others you’ve seen out and about. Yes, his skin is an inhuman tone, and his cheeks take apple-red to a whole new level, but he doesn’t appear monstrous. That doesn’t make him exactly inviting, however. His face is set in a neutral expression, and he openly looks you up and down, pupils narrowed into slits. You scratch at the side of your neck, only to immediately flinch. You aren’t quite used to how sharp your nails are nowadays. “Um, hello! I— Sorry to bother you, sir,” you break the silence. “I might be wrong, but is this the Hazbin Hotel…? I saw the advertisement that was put out, and I was interested. Would you happen to be the owner?”

His neutral expression fades, and a small smile takes it place, eyelids sliding half-closed. “Oh no, no— Old me isn’t the boss of this place. That would be my daughter! I’m sure you would have heard of us.” He leans on his staff, both of his hands cupped around the apple on top. His eyes roam around your expression as if searching for something. “You’re pretty new here, I’m guessing?” “…Mhm. It’s that obvious, huh?” You don’t know how he was able to tell so quickly, but you laugh in a way that can only be heard as self deprecating. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, and avert your eyes.

“It’s kind of hard to tell how much time has passed, but— Not a lot. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on. One moment, I was alive, and the next I was here, with this weird body, surrounded by terrifying people, and I don’t know—“ Your voice cracks under the weight of the reality of your situation. An eternity in Hell. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… Yeah. It’s just been a lot.” “I see. Yes, this realm isn’t particularly kind, least of all to newcomers. I can’t imagine what you’ve seen.” He says, quieter now. You dare a glance at his face. Something in his features has softened at your words, his slit pupils and smile wider in size. When he sees you looking, he extends a hand. You take it, and he gives you multiple firm shakes, before pulling you into a quick hug that has your knees buckle a bit and crushes the air out of your lungs. For a little guy, he really is surprisingly strong. When he lets you go, he’s still got a hand holding yours, leading you to one of the couches in the lobby, and promptly plopping down, pulling you with him. “But things are already on the rise for you from here on out!” He says, all boisterous and smiles, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “You’re new here, and already hit the jackpot! Lucifer’s the name!" And you can only imagine what kind of expression flashes over your face, because he nods rapidly and winks at you. “—Yes, that one, glad that, at least, rings a bell. And staying here places you under my family’s protection." His gaze drifts over the lobby. "My daughter and her friends are out doing trust exercises somewhere right now, but I’m certain she’ll be happy to welcome once she returns. She’s a real sweetheart, let me tell you! She didn’t get that from me, I can tell you that!” He laughs, but it quickly tapers off into a sigh. You wish you could laugh along. You have to admit you’re more than just a bit frozen up, questioning all of the decisions in your life and death that lead up to this moment. Sitting on a couch in a hotel lobby with Satan himself… Maybe you could die again, after all, and you were about to experience it. You probably have committed like fifty gross breaches of etiquette already, and, and— There’s a little rubber duck sitting on your lap.

It immediately snaps you out of your stupor, with how sudden and unexpected it is. The duck is bright yellow with chubby orange cheeks, and wearing a little black top hat. You can’t help cracking up a bit, taking it into your hand. …Maybe this guy is as silly as his outfit would suggest. Was calling himself Lucifer his idea of a joke? Things might be alright after all. “Ah..." You smile. "He’s so cute!” You relax, letting your back hit the sofa you’re sitting on. “Like a little gentleman!” This is the only adorable thing you’ve seen ever since arriving in Hell, and no one should blame you for getting a bit excited. Your days have been nothing but utter misery, after all. “You think so? I mean—“ He laughs, short and sudden. “Of course you do! Just look at the little guy! Who couldn’t love him? You can keep him, I can make another one lickety-split!” “Oh! Um, thank you! Does he have a name?” You’re full-on smiling now, and turning to look at ‘Lucifer’. At a shake of his head, you hum in thought. “A fancy guy deserves a fancy name… What about Reginald?” You turn the little toy around, inspecting it from all sides. “You’ve seen nothing yet! Just give it a little squeeze, not too much.” You do as he says. Through the little hole in its beak, a white droplet emerges. “It’s glue! He used to help me with my crafting projects. But, well, he’s yours now. Off to greener pastures, as they say.” You can’t help yourself. The whole situation is really not all that funny, but you crack up, and once you start laughing, you can’t stop. Your chest hurts, and tears are burning at the corners of your eyes. You have no idea why! Everything’s been such a mess lately. After a couple of seconds, you babble out some nonsense. “I gave— I gave Reginald such a posh name! But… Y’know, he’s a working man!” You say, still cracking up in between the words. At this, it’s Lucifer who laughs, a sound loud and sudden enough to ring in your ears. Seems you hadn’t heard a real laugh out of him before after all.

In other words, Lucifer (who you end up finding out really is the Devil himself) quickly grows fond of you, and takes you under his wings. Perhaps it’s your innocence about Hell and it’s mechanisms that pulls him towards you, combined with the fact that you’re just kind of easy to fuss over. You’re none the wiser that Lucifer was all but hopeless about sinners before helping restart the hotel, and entirely unaware that your dynamic is anything but normal. In your mind, Lucifer must befriend people rather frequently! While you’re quickly taken in by Hazbin Hotel’s other friends and staff, it really is Lucifer who helps you through your adjustment period. He makes you little covers for your claws, so you can get used to having sharp appendages, and not accidentally keep clawing open furniture or your own flesh. He requests Nifty makes some food that is at least visually similar to some Earth meal. When you wake up in the morning, there’s always a little duck sitting in front of your hotel door, making you start your day with a smile. You’ve got a shelf full of them now, and love all of them. (And when you’re curled up in your bed, late at night, crying over all that you’ve lost, smothering your sobs with a pillow, there is a gentle knock on your door. Lucifer sits on the side of your bed, wearing striped pajamas in red and white, and encourages you to pour your heart out to him.

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything you’re feeling, everything you’re going through— He’s heard and seen it all before. In fact, he’s sure he’s heard much, much worse. Has he ever done you wrong? No, he hasn’t. So, talk to him. He tells you, dabbing at your face with a white handkerchief decorated with apples stitched onto it. And you do.)

Lucifer looks after you. Sure, he’s not perfect. But no one is, right? Lucifer often seems to lose track of the conversation you’re having with him, distracted by the things around him and suddenly veering off into entirely different territory. In general, his memory is spotty at best, but you’re not surprised that an immortal being such as himself wouldn’t remember every single little thing you say.

He’ll hole himself up in his workshop for days at a time, only to emerge with nothing to show for it, except for a downtrodden expression. He’ll fight with Alastor (and continuously remind you to stay far away from that piece of shit), and get fussy whenever you try to leave the hotel without him glued to your side. Though his memory seems to often be unreliable, and you believe that a lot of simple conversations you have with him are simply left forgotten, there are instances you would consider insignificant that remain fresh in his mind.

“You’re doing it again,” you tell Lucifer. He’s pacing up and down the length of his room, ranting about Alastor. He blinks, and halts his movements, tapping his staff on the floor. “Doing what?” “The thing,” you emphasize, before standing up and walking towards him, dragging the top of your finger across his bottom lip. You can feel him take a quick inhale as soon as you make contact. A golden smear is left across your skin. “You’re always chewing on your bottom lip when you get upset. Doesn’t it hurt? I know it heals within, like, ten seconds, but still!” Absentmindedly, you look at his blood. It’s a weird thought to have, but it’s strangely… Beautiful. You look back up at him, and your brow furrows. “Hey… Were your red spots always that big? I think I’m seeing things.”

But things get better, and he improves. He starts to try and take little notes of the things you’ve told him, alongside the words of other people important to him, like Charlie, like a diary of sorts. The door to his workplace starts being left unlocked, and you’ll wander in, from time to time. You’ll sit on the chair in the corner of the room, reading or otherwise occupying yourself, and telling him that no, that duck or toy is not the worst thing you’ve ever seen, and doesn’t deserve to be burnt to a crisp.

You listen as he, on bad days, talks about his wife with a forlorn expression on his face. Things get better, though. He tries not to see the worst in sinners any longer, and his moods grow better. He spends more time with Charlie. All is well. You don’t realize just how entangled your existences are until you’re in too deep. That your eyes search for him every time you enter a new room, that you’ve grown comfortable with him doing the talking for you. You try to convince yourself it’s not a bad thing, but the simple truth is that you’ve lost a chunk of your independence. And when you try to go out with the other residents, it’s so easy for him to coax you back out of it.

Are you really sure you want to go? Look, I’m not trying to keep you here— I’m really not! But Hell’s a dangerous place out there, and I can assure you there’ll be things there that you really don’t want to see. …I’ve been working on a little display case for your favourite ducks, I can show you that instead.

He only grows more protective when time goes on, and you do more exercises with the rest of the hotel, bond with the other residents. At times, he tries to convince you to forgo their shared activities entirely.

(You try to forget about what you found in a drawer of his desk, one day. A note among so many other reminders that he is known to keep. But this one is wrinkled, pen pressed so hard to the paper that it’s torn in places. All of them want to go to Heaven, all of them want to leave here. Me. I get it. Because she has left, no one can be guaranteed to stay. But I won’t let the apple of my eye be taken, even if they send down an envoy and try to escort them up themselves. …But it’s hard not to remember.) When he gives you your a warning about the ‘scary outside world’ for the umpteenth time, you can’t help but roll your eyes and counter. Alright, dad. Nothing about your tone shows sincerity. You mean it as a joke or a jab, but Lucifer doesn’t laugh. Instead, he hums out a pleased little noise, a smile settling on his face.

The way he looks at you is so utterly tender, all half-lidded eyes and pupils blown wide, that it leaves you reeling. He nestles himself at your side, under the comfort of your arm, and promises to take care of you for the rest of your eternal life spent there. You have an eternity. It’s sweet, and knocks the breath out of you.

But you would’ve been able to reconcile the image of Lucifer and ‘father figure’ more easily if he, sometimes, didn’t act so contrary to such an image. He’ll call for you from behind his workdesk as you’re sitting on your usual chest, ready to show you a ventriloquist doll he’s been working on.

As you stand next to him, an arm is wrapped around your waist, and he pulls you on his lap. It’s in no way comfortable for him. He has to stick his head underneath one of your arms to see anything at all. It would be silly otherwise, but the way he pulls you flush against him, face nuzzled into your side as he audibly inhales, one clawed hand resting on your thigh… You can’t help but have it muddle your feelings towards him. He frequently kisses your hand as a greeting, and insists you let him kiss both of your cheeks before parting. You would write it off as one of his unique quirks if he did the same thing for Charlie, but he doesn’t.

Lucifer, with an eternity of time to hone his skills behind him, has picked up all kinds of crafts, including sewing. He’ll make pieces of clothing for you in his colour scheme, sew apple-themed patches on your clothing, among other things. It’s always embarrassing when he makes something. He fusses and cooes over you like you’re a child when you first wear any piece, clapping his hands and grinning. Oh, just look at you! Aren’t you the cutest little thing? It looks lovely on you!

Anyone with more than two braincells can tell something is going on between the two of you, though no one is quite sure exactly what. Perhaps Angel is rubbed the wrong way by just how overbearing Lucifer is being, and considers you to just get out there for once with the rest of them. You’re always cooped up inside the hotel! Come on, he’s been around the block more times than he count, and he knows every trick in the book. You’ll be fine as long as you stick with him. And… You have fun! Going out, dancing and drinking, accompanied by your friends, is wonderful. But maybe you drink a little bit too much, yet entirely unfamiliar with the different types of names alcoholic beverages in Hell have. How were you supposed to know you accidentally ordered one of the strongest drinks on the menu? And, in the crowd of people, you lose the rest, wandering outside without really noticing it. You’re such an obvious target, staggering on the sidewalk, giggling and mumbling to yourself, that you wouldn’t entirely blame anyone for the poor argument that ‘you were asking for it’ in a place like this. Your world is left spinning as you’re pushed against a wall, vision momentarily blacking out as your skull bashes against brick. (Somewhere in the club, Angel is looking for you, getting more frantic by the moment.)

You never get the chance to figure out exactly what the demon’s intentions are. As soon as their fingers brush over a patch Lucifer had sewn into your clothing, an apple with a little snake head popping out, they’re blasted back by golden light.

Your addled mind is still struggling to keep up when you’re wrapped in a set of soft, beautiful wings. The back of your head is cradled by gloved hands. You catch a glimpse of blood-red eyes set within a familiar face, but, soon, a cluster of feathers covers your eyes. There are horrible cracking noises, gurgling, wheezing— Though you see none of it, your imagination more than makes up for it. You press your face up against his chest, nauseous and shaking like a leaf. Lucifer takes off without a word, the flapping of his multiple sets of wings loud enough to awaken an oncoming headache. Mid-flight, when his features have returned to the ones you know him for, he peppers your face with kisses, and makes you look at him. You mumble out apologies, sniffling, drunk and shaken, but Lucifer shushes you.

What were you doing all the way out there, on your own? You’re usually such a good listener, my dove. You always listen to all of my warnings. A gloved finger traces your cheek. Someone convinced you to go out, didn’t they? That has to be it. You can tell your dad who it is. I won't be mad at you. You’ve never been afraid of Lucifer before. Now, though, you’re filled with apprehension. You frantically shake your head. Oh, then it was your own idea? The tip of one of his nails pokes your cheek. Not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure is there.

…And you really do deserve to be in Hell, because prompted with this question, you take the selfish way out, and once again shake your head. More slowly, this time. See? It wasn’t that hard to be truthful, was it? I knew it wouldn’t be your fault. Now, all you have to do is tell me who it was.

That night, you spend the night in his bed, with Lucifer arguing that you’re very drunk. Which is very much. It’d be horrible for you to go ahead and choke on your vomit, or something like that! So, you should just stay with him. As you're drifting on the verge between conscious and unconscious, his lips find the skin of your throat, placing kisses up and down. Open-mouthed and warm, barely restrained.

You wake up the next morning with a splitting headache and only vague memories of the day prior. But you wake up with Lucifer’s arms wrapped around you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, each of his breaths tickling your skin. You wake up to one of his legs slotted in between yours. You wake up to the realization that you’ve bitten off far, far more than you can chew.

[joedirtymadre]

Two?

LAW X READER! FLUFF! (Please send more requests! 😭😭😭🙏🙏)

“So… let me get this straight…” you started as you stared at the scene in front of you. “You went to town to Finn’s some herbal medicine, and met a witch doctor…? Who tried giving you a deal on some ginseng, but you told her she was scamming you. So in response she… used her devil fruit power on you…?” You asked. “Well look at us…” the two captains said as they stared at you.

“I mean I can see the two of you, but really? You messed with a witch doctor and she split you into two,” you said as you tried to hold in your laugh. “This seriously isn’t funny (Y/N)-ya,” one said, annoyed by your expression. “I had to buy the ginseng from her to reverse this… but she said this won’t reverse back until it’s been 24 hours,” the other one sighed. “That’s crazy… so she did end up scamming you,” you laughed. You quickly shut up once you saw the dark glare coming from your captains.

“This kinda sucks… I planned the whole day for us,” you sighed. “You did?” They asked in unison. “Well, our anniversary is coming up and I was hoping to surprise you with a fun day,” you said. “Well we can still do it,” one of them said. “O-Oh, uhh… so… who do I go with?” You asked. “Me,” they both said. You watched as they quickly glared at each other. “We both know I’m the original one, so I’ll be going with her,” one of the Law’s said as he pulled you towards him. “Whatever, come here (Y/N)-ya. Let’s go,” the other said as he reached out for you.

You were stuck in the middle of the two, feeling the intense pressure in the room. “H-How about we all just go together…” you sweatdropped. “I guess,” one of them glared. “Fine…” the other one sighed. You let out a sigh of relief, “But before we go we have to make changes,” you said as you jumped out of their hold. You ran over to the closet, “I need to tell you guys apart, or this’ll get super confusing for me,” you pointed out. “So, you get to wear a navy sweatshirt, and you get black,” you said as you handed the shirts to them.

They shrugged and quickly changed. “Now… do I call you Law 1 and 2?” You asked. “No,” they said in unison. “Umm… Oh! How about I call you honey and babe, since I usually use pet names,” you smiled. “Alright,” Law (babe) said. “No, babe sounds more lovey than just honey…” Law (honey) glared. “Jealous?” The other saw smirked. You sighed, “Alright then… you’re dear.” “Better,” Law (dear) smirked. You rolled your eyes and you all headed to the destination you had planned.

Carnival

“A carnival?” Law (babe) asked. “Yes! Cause I wanted to try to win you this!” You said as you pulled both of them towards a carnival game stand. It was a ring-bottle toss game, but the prizes were giant polar bears. “Doesn’t it look like Bepo?” You asked them excitedly. “It does,” the two said as they stared at the bear. “Can we get 6 rings?” You asked the vendor, he nodded and handed him the money. “Ok, babe and here dear, try it!” You grinned. You handed them each 2 rings and you all tossed them, kissing each bottle. “I didn’t realize how hard this would be…” you groaned.

“Well if you want I could just give you a bear, my treat,” the game vendor winked. “Oh really? That would be-“ you suddenly felt a dark presence behind you. “No thanks,” Law (babe) said coldly. “We’ll win her one,” Law (dear) added, as the two glared at the poor vendor. “T-Thanks for the offer…” you said softly. “10 rings each,” they both said as they slammed money on the counter.

“Laws… we’ve been here for 30 minutes… I had other stuff planned…” you groaned as you watched your boyfriends struggle with the carnival game. “I almost got it,” they both said as they tossed their last ring. You watched as they both completely missed the bottle. “This stupid game is rigged!” Law (dear) shouted. “You just suck,” Law (babe) sighed. “Like you’re any better,” Law (dear) responded. The two glared at each other, you sighed and decided to go find a cotton candy vendor.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the vendor handed you a large cotton candy cone. You turned to see your boyfriends, looking disappointed. “No luck?” You asked. You noticed the two avoided your eyes, as they held out their hand. You noticed a small polar bear in each hand, you quickly tilted your head in confusion. “The vendor said we spent so much money that…” Law (dear) began. “We automatically get a small polar bear,” Law (babe) finished. You stared at the bears and began laughing. You clutched your sides as you noticed the two blush at your reaction. “How much money did you spend?” You asked in between laughs.

The two blushed even harder, “That doesn’t matter! Just take it!” They said in unison. “Thanks… I love them,” you said as you wiped away your tears. “So what’s next?” They asked. “Well, I think we’ve been here long enough. Come on!” You said as you dragged them to the next location.

“Alright we’re here,” you smiled. “A park?” Law (babe) asked. “Mhmm, follow me,” you said excitedly and lead them to a secluded spot with a picnic basket. “Come on, I planned a small picnic,” you said as you walked over to the picnic table. The other two rushed over and fought over who would sit next to you. “How about we just sit on the floor in a circle?” you sighed. You laid a small picnic blanket on the grass and you three sat in a small circle.

“Here you go babe, here you go dear,” you said as you served the two a small lunch. “Thanks (Y/N),” they said and began eating. You watched as the two calmly ate their rice balls and enjoyed the slow breeze. You giggled softly. You all finished the lunch and quickly packed up and headed back to the submarine.

“Today was… an interesting day,” you laughed. “So, is that the end of your itinerary,” Law (dear) asked. “O-Oh… well…” you trailed off, feeling your face heat up. The two stared at you. “U-uh yes, yeah I guess that’s it,” you said as you avoided their gaze. “Ahhh,” the two hummed as they looked over at you. “Haha… so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow when you turn back into one,” you laughed awkwardly as you tried to head to your room.

You were quickly stopped with a hand on both shoulders. “No, it’s fine,” Law (babe) said. “We have to finish our anniversary itinerary,” Law (dear) added. “Umm…” you gulped. They said as they dragged you down to his bedroom.

Part 2 Coming Soon ❤️

[juliusxxxxxx]

How to start your own cult

*this is more or less a crack fic

*au where Scar is trying to use Grian’s watcher power to start a cult

*2000+ words

*probably not a one-shot

Knock knock.

No one’s answering.

Knock knock.

This time Scar banged on the door.

No one’s answering.

“Excuse me?” Said Xelqua. Their face was obscured under the shadow of their ominous purple robe, appearing as a pitch-black void. “What—are you doing?”

“What are WE doing!” Scar corrected the being, then reached forward to pull on their hood. “Take it off. You’re going to make ‘em scared.”

“No! How dare you—” Xelqua clasped tightly onto the inexplicable fabric. It felt cold to the touch and almost weightless in Scar’s hand. “There’s a sacred ritual that needs to be done before we can reveal our faces to mortals—you can't do it right after you just manifested me!”

“You’re here to fulfill my wish, right?”

“Yes…unfortunately! Stop it, mortal!”

But the deed had already been done. After the shadow was lifted, there was a face.

It's just a typical face, belonging to a person who appeared to be male, with blonde hair, black eyes, and some light freckles. Their eyes didn't seem to have pupils. Just black as ink.

“Oh…that’s what you look like.” Scar rested his hand. “I thought you were going to look way cooler. Like a cyclone or something.”

Xelqua rolled their eyes. Two eyes, how disappointing. Scar couldn't help himself but sighed.

“Now, can you tell me why we are here, mortal?” They surveyed the dreadfully dull middle-class neighborhood, under the bright midday sun. All nice houses, with neatly manicured front yards. “You dragged me here without even telling me what your wish was. It is extremely rude, in case you don't know it already.”

“My wish?” Scar puffed out his chest, wearing a bright smile on his face. “I want to start a cult.”

“…What?”

They looked at Scar with clear disgust on their normal-looking face.

“Yeah. Since I had a desire strong enough to summon a literal god, I did my research and…volià, here you are!”

He put his arm around the being's shoulders. There were many things he chose not to mention in the explanation he gave, including the graphic description of too many fresh eyeballs and organs that grossed him out. But it was all worth it in the end, right at the moment this Watcher emerged in the center of the wired rectangle he had made. It was drawn with blood, of course.

Xelqua gave him an unimpressed look.

“You seem to have some doubts,” Scar gave them a tight squeeze. “Alright, picture this: a bright, luxurious convention hall with thousands and thousands of people gathering. I am the super duper charismatic orator, preaching about fighting evil and injustice in the world with the power of true happiness. Someone shouted in the crowd, ‘Scar, how are you going to convince me, a stubborn moron who’s never been scammed in my entire life because I’m so lame and boring?’”

“And?”

“That’s when you come in, and strike ‘em with the power of thunder! Everyone trembles and kneels, offering me their life savings out of their pure, heartfelt faith.”

Xelqua stuck their tongue out.

“Alright, I’m leaving.” They brushed off his arm. “Have fun with your scam. I don't want to be a part of it.”

“No, Xelqua—but my wish!”

“I don't even want your soul anymore. It’s too…morbid for my liking.”

“Please! You haven't even heard of the amazing books I’ve been planning—”

Before he could finish his wailing, the door in front of them suddenly swung open.

“Uh…hello?”

A woman held the door, looking bewildered at the pair.

“Why, hello!”

Scar pulled the being back to the porch and put on his best expression, whether they liked it or not.

“We don't need anything—”

“No, no. We’re not salesmen. Far from them, actually.” He rummaged through his blazer and found a name card, which he handed to the housewife. He was fully prepared for this moment. He had been preparing this day for quite some time, and he was determined not to let it end in vain. “Here, take my card. The first one is for free.”

“Uh…Church of the True Happyness…of the Third Watcher?” She frowned, trying to read the wordy name. “Is this a new religion or something? Why is the ‘happiness’ spelled wrong? And why are there two ‘of’? ”

“I’m not with this lunatic—”

“Yes! A new religion. For true happiness. Just ignore my spelling mistake, please.”

Scar cut them off.

“The two ‘of’ thing is trendy. Just look around the other popular cul—churches, like the one started with an M.” He then reached both of his hands toward the housewife and shook with her eagerly. “Me and this—this—” He quickly lowered his voice and whispered to this extraterrestrial being, “what’s your pronouns?”

“I—I—he him?” The being stuttered.

“This handsome young man,” Scar patted on his back and declared, “are here to help.”

“Help?”

“Uh-huh. The lady who lives down the street mentioned that you have a faulty vacuum cleaner you got from your MLM just weeks ago. How unfortunate.”

“My MLM? Excuse you! What are you talking about? My business is legit—”

“Can I take a look at it?”

He pulled Xelqua toward the doorway and squeezed past the woman.

“This is private property! You can't just come in like this!” She frantically followed them into her own house. “Get out before I call the police!”

Scar began opening each closet in the house, ignoring her warning. It didn't take him long to find the broken house appliance in question, lying lifelessly in the dust.

“Here it is! You are a big beauty.” He pulled it out from the closet and wiped it clean haphazardly. “Xelqua?”

“Wha—you are out of your mind!” Xelqua turned towards the approaching woman and then turned back to face him. “We have to leave! I don't want to deal with your mortals’ cops—they’re notorious, even in my dimension!”

“Come on—” Scar nagged. “You’re here to fulfill my wish, right? Then consider this to be it. Fix this vacuum cleaner then consider we even.”

“…Are you serious right now?” Xelqua dropped his jaw. “You’re going to waste your one and only wish…on this?”

“I don't see any reason why not, since you’re going to leave me anyways.” He said with arms crossed. “Just do it for me.”

“And you’ll let me go?”

The being widened his pupil-less eyes. It was even more eerie than usual.

“Yeah. You are one vacuum cleaner away from freedom.”

“Get out of my house! This is the final warning!”

The woman yelled in fury, rightfully so.

“You came at the right time, ma’am.” Scar turned toward her, putting on his smile again. “We just fixed it. Can you plug it in for me?”

“…Heh?”

She halted.

“Try it out. If it doesn't work right away then we’ll leave immediately, am I right?” He gave the being a nudge.

“…Yes.”

Xelqua answered unwillingly.

The housewife knelt down to plug in the vacuum cleaner, grumbling about how absurd everything was. The moment it was turned on, a spark of purple light emitted from its indicator.

It worked.

“Phew—that was close.” Scar wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. He should have just lost his soul a second ago, yet he didn't feel anything. Well, maybe he really was the chosen one who didn't have a soul to begin with.

“It…it worked?” She kept pressing different buttons on the vacuum cleaner, and they all certainly performed their functions. “How—how did you do that? My hubby can't do anything about it!”

“By the power of true happiness and the third Watcher, of course. By the way, the ‘happyness’ is actually spelled with an ‘y’, I just decided it. It’s better for trademark legalization anyway.”

Then, he grabbed Xelqua’s robe as the being tried to dematerialize and slip away from reality. A small part of his body had gone transparent already.

“What more do you want?” Xelqua protested, trying to get rid of him. “I’m leaving.”

“Give me a second,” Scar whispered to him and called the woman, still in awe, admiring her newly reborned cleaner. “Could you please help me with something? As a repayment for our service?”

“Uh…I really don't want to pay you. You seem like a scammer.”

“No—not money, yet.” He shook his head. He was rather frustrated that she would think so lowly of him, but he decided to let it pass. “Do you have the business card I just gave you?”

“…Yes?”

She began searching for it as she was instructed.

“There’s a line in the back. Can you read it out loud?”

She turned it around and started laughing immediately. “How am I supposed to read this? This is gibberish.”

“Well—I should know it beforehand…” Scar took a deep sigh and scratched his neck. Guess normal people without any knowledge would definitely not be able to read it, but he had no one to test it out for him yet. “Just repeat after me, then.”

He cleared his throat and started reciting.

“Mggoka ya orr'e.”

“Mgg…oka…ya orr’e.”

The being called Xelqua let out a short gasp as soon as the words left her mouth.

“What are you doing, mortal?”

“Ng ya bthnk.”

Scar ignored him but continued the chant.

“Ng ya b…thnk.”

She was trying her best to speak the obscure language that had been long lost in this mortal land. As each forbidden word was spoken, defying all laws of nature, the being trembled by the power of a divine offering.

“—Xelqua.”

“Xelqua…?”

Right after she finished the chant, the entire room was momentarily illuminated by a cold, purple glow. It happened so quickly, too quick for her to even realize it was emanating from herself.

“Thank you.”

Scar bowed to her, then walked decisively towards the doorway without looking back.

A few moments later, he heard another set of footsteps approaching him.

“How do you know these words?” The being known as Xelqua called as soon as they stepped out of the house.

“I did my research,” he simply said. “I know you’d follow me.”

“Of course I will…you are despicable.”

Xelqua uttered, catching up to him and walking alongside him.

“You sacrificed her soul to me for a…vacuum cleaner?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

Scar raised his shoulders.

“One more soul for you to chew on in the Void. I bet mine tastes awful so—I did you a favor?”

“I don't chew on souls! What do you think I am?”

“But that’s what all you want, am I right?”

Xelqua’s gaze locked on him for a while.

He couldn't read the emotions behind those eyes; it was as if he was staring into the Void itself. They reminded him of the legends he had learned from those ancient books about how the Watcher’s eyes can see through a person's very true self. A self. He often wondered if he even possessed one of his own.

But then, the Watcher laughed.

“What are you trying to do, mortal?”

Perhaps he actually had one after all.

“I want to start a cult!” Said Scar. “I said it from the very beginning. I'm true to my words—well, sometimes.”

“So that is your plan.” Xelqua shook his head. “I get some free souls so that you can start your dream cult.”

“You’re a smart god.” He reached out a hand toward the being. “How’s the deal?

“Sounds fine to me.” Xelqua shook it. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I know. Doing the world a favor.” Scar released the being’s hand immediately. “Man, I can't wait!”

He didn't appreciate the being's lack of body temperature. He preferred interacting with real humans, especially someone who is willing to accompany him to a vibrant and dramatic apocalypse. Hopefully, cats and trees will be part of the experience.

“I’m thinking—I’m thinking we should go to a college campus next. Those students are so young and impressionable…and stupid.” He started marching down the street in victory, while the being followed him close behind. “Everyone is so anxious about their futures and—whatever the kids are worrying about nowadays. It’s perfect! You can give them some good grades or the body type of an Instagram model—or drugs, I don't care, then they will be your good little lambs.”

“Why do you hate the mortals so much, then?” After listening to his rambling in silence, the being asked.

“I don't?” Scar stopped sharply, turning toward him. “I love humanity! They are so great. So bright. So wishful and always so creative. I love them. Oh, how can I ever hate them!”

“Then why are you doing this, willing to condemn their souls for all of eternity?”

“For the money, I guess.”

“You can simply wish for it,” Xelqua said, slightly confused. “Many mortals wished for money and I granted them more than their wildest dreams.”

“Nah. That’s boring.” Scar waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll be bored to death, and nothing is more scary than that.”

Xelqua looked at him with a tilted head.

“You’re funny.”

“No, tell me I'm charismatic.” Scar continued his walk. “I need to be a cult leader after all.”

[peach-top]

➤ ❝𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙀❞

➤ CHAPTER II. | GETTING CLOSER.

➤ WARNING: nah...

The next day, [Y] was going to leave for work, but his mother stopped him by holding a pie in hand, “Please hand this to your friend, Sebastian.”

“Ah. Really? You really don't have to, Ma.” [Y] chuckled. Ma smiled gently, “I wouldn't leave him eating nothing but slop. Tell him that I say hi.”

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Sebastian was facing the wall, knowing that the young scientist would come in to greet him with a bright smile, but something captured his full attention. He smells pie which causes him to turn around and hell there's actually pie.

“What is this scam?” Sebastian glared.

“It's rude to call it a scam.” [Y] sulked. “Ma made this for ya, you know?”

“For me? Heh. As if she would make it for someone like me. You probably told her to bring those pies.” Sebastian huffed, looking away. The young scientist shook his head, “Ma was the one who suggested this. She wanted to make this for you. I sorta told her about you.”

“...What does she think of me, huh? A hideous monster?” Sebastian scowled.

“No. She thinks the same way I think of you. A human being. She's only making you pie to make you feel better.” [Y] said. “She doesn't know what your favorite flavor you like, but she made [flav.] pie.”

“...”

“She also wants to say “hi” to you.” The young scientist smiled, holding the pie out to Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes landed on a bag with a glowing fish in it, “And that…fish?”

“This is for Eyefestation to make friends with. And…” the young scientist then whispers to Sebastian, “I'm planning to set them free into the tank. I know a way.”

“You're insane.” Sebastian deadpanned.

“Insanely smart.” [Y] winked. “So…would you like some pie? If not, then I'll force you. Ma always makes the best food with love and it can't go to waste.”

“...” Sebastian stayed quiet as the young scientist handed him the pie. It had been a while since he ate something good. He remembers his mother baking some pie for him. Even as a monster, why did [Y]’s mother go through all of this just to bake him some pie? Bake a pie for someone she never met. “Why…? Why are you even trying? That won't change my image about you. Stop trying to get on my good side.”

“...I’m just worrying about you, ok? You really think I worked here as a professional scientist?” [Y] furrowed his eyebrows. He then whispers, “I'm only here to collect information on this company. When I found out about the monsters, I thought I could do something to gain their trust to have them trust me in setting them free.”

“My eldest sister is a chief officer while her twin brother is a detective. Once I collect everything I need, I'll finally be able to expose the dark side of this company and free the monsters.”

“You…” Sebastian's eyes widened. “You should realize how risky it is. If they find out about your plan then you'll be as good as dead…”

“Died trying to save you all from this prison. I can't stand seeing you all like this…” [Y] frowned. “Trust me on this and I'll prove that I can save you all even if it's risky.”

“...” The fishman gasped softly. How stupid can this young scientist be to go through this mess? Why does Sebastian care anyway? Not like he is taking interest in the recruiter. “You're really insane.”

“Insanely reckless, they say~” [Y] popped a ‘p’.

“...” Sebastian grabbed a fork and took a bite of the pie. His eyes lit up at the taste of the pie. He hasn't eaten a pie in a long time. Eating this pie reminded him of his mother which caused his eyes to become watery.

[Y] panicked, “A-ah. Is it not your favorite? I'll tell ma to get you anoth—”

“Thank you…” Sebastian muttered. [Y] blinked bewilderingly, “Huh?”

“...Tell your mom that I said thank you. The pie…is amazing…” Sebastian expressed his thoughts while wiping away his tears. [Y] let out a sigh of relief and smiled, “Good…I was worried that you hate the taste. There's no need to cry tho.”

“S…shut up…Blame your ma for making a pie this damn good.” Sebastian sniffled. “It…reminded me of my own mother…”

[Y] was going to reach out to pat Sebastian on the back, but he didn't want to cause any trouble. So…he gave him a hug instead, catching the fishman by surprise. Sebastian does not like physical touch from others besides his family.

“Get off…” Sebastian growled, trying to push the young scientist away, but the [h] haired male tightened his grip on him. “I don't like physical touch!”

[Y] continue to embrace Sebastian. No matter how many scratches Sebastian left on his white coat, he won't let go. Realizing how pointless it is to escape the young scientist’s warm embrace, Sebastian gave in the hug.

“You're so annoying…” Sebastian mumbled.

“Good news~ I was given 30 minutes! So let's talk for a bit.” [Y] beamed.

Sebastian sighed with defeat, “Oh my life…Ugh…Fine…What do you want to talk about?”

“What's your favorite music?” [Y] asked. Sebastian responded, “Heavy metal.”

“Oh? What's your favorite band?”

“Metallica. It actually inspired me to play music. I play an electric guitar.” The fishman explained which perk [Y]’s interest.

“I don't think I've heard of Metallica before. They're really that good tho?” [Y] inquired. Sebastian replied, “They're dope. You should try listening to it. I listen to it in my freetime.”

“Ah…Since you like to listen to music during your free time. How about this?” [Y] grabbed a music player and ear plug from his pocket and handed it to Sebastian. “You can take this to listen to whatever music you like in your freetime.”

“...Did you always come prepared?”  Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

“Ma did say that we should always be prepared.” [Y] smiled.

Sebastian deadpanned, “You're such a Mama's boy…”

You're the one to talk, Sebastian.

“I’m proud of being a Mama's boy.” The young scientist chuckled proudly. Sebastian huffed and took the music player, “...Thanks. I'll try listening to it…”

“Look like you finally say thank you to me~” [Y] joked.

“Shut up or I'll eat you…” Sebastian growled.

“You wouldn't~ You are probably too shy to admit that you like me already~” the young scientist teased.

“God, you're annoying as hell.” The fishman scoffed, but he started to like it with the young scientist being there with him. [Y] was being genuine by trying to make Sebastian feel like he's at home. [Y] grew up in a great family who didn't see Sebastian as a monster. He hates to admit this, but he's glad that he met [Y].

“Hey, what exactly is your favorite music and band?” Sebastian asked.

“Country music and [insert your favorite music].” [Y] answered. “And my favorite band is [insert favorite band].”

“Huh. That doesn't sound too bad. Guess you don't have bad taste.” Sebastian hummed with interest in his voice. “Whenever you're not at work, what do you do while you're not working?”

“Work at the farm and you know, taking turns scooping up the poo. Today's my turn.” [Y] sighed. “Lost in a game of rock, paper, scissors every time. I can never win.”

Sebastian cringed at the poo part, but found it a little funny that the male lost to a game of rock, paper, scissors. It's almost accurate since he's the youngest.

“Hahahaha! You really are the little brother!” Sebastian laughed.

“Hey! Don't blame me! Because I'm the youngest, I'm always being treated like a child. They're overprotective and keep watch of me cleaning up the poo.” [Y] sulked.

“You have a baby face after all.” The fishman snickered, giving the young scientist a small flick on the forehead. “How cute~”

“Oi! Don't call me that!” [Y] rubs his forehead where Sebastian flick him. “It's giving me those memories when ma gave me a costume where I had to dress as a lamb.”

“Oh ho~ I gotta see that~” Sebastian grinned devilishly, hoping to see the costume.

“No can do. It's embarrassing.” [Y] crossed his arms.

“C’mon~ Just a small peek~” Sebastian chuckled, leaning closer to the young scientist. “I'll let you pet my head~”

This captures [Y]’s attention. He narrowed his eyes on Sebastian, hoping he's not lying. The fishman held his hands up in defense, “I'm being serious~ No joke.”

“Hmmmm…” [Y] narrowed his eyes before grabbing his phone from his pocket and strolling through the gallery. “Don't laugh, got it? I was 4 at the time when that happened.”

“I promise~” Sebastian smirked. The young scientist then shows off his video of himself in a lamb costume, dancing. The fishman held back laughter upon watching the video. It's cute, but hilarious.

“There. Happy?” [Y] blushed with embarrassment as he put his phone away. Sebastian burst out laughing, “HAHAHAHAHA! YOU'RE SO CUTE!”

“You promise not to laugh!” [Y] gawked.

“I can't hold it any longer! Hahahaha!!!” Sebastian wheezed, slamming his fist on the nightstand, nearly knocking over Ziya. The young scientist pouted cutely before grabbing Sebastian's tail and nib on it, causing the fishman to yelp. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You're a liar!” [Y] argued before continuing to nibble on Sebastian's tail. Sebastian yelped, “Oi! Stop that!”

“Apologize!”

“Never!”

“You big, fat—”

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Sebastian was left with bite marks on his tail because of [Y] while the young scientist received a bump on the head after the fishman bonked him on the head.

“You're crazy for this. You're lucky that I didn't kill you.” Sebastian huffed.

“That's your fault for breaking a promise.” [Y] sulked. “And you still haven't apologized.”

“Tch! Whatever.” Sebastian scoffed, turning his back towards the young scientist. “I'm not gonna apologize.”

[Y] pouted before grabbing his fish and headed towards the door, grabbing Sebastian's attention. Sebastian turned to look over his shoulder, “Hey, where are you going?”

“I'm heading out.” [Y] huffed.

“30 minutes isn't up yet. Why so early?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

“You were mocking me…” the young scientist pouted.

“Huh? I wasn't mocking you…I was…” Sebastian stopped himself from talking cause he didn't want to admit it at all.

“Eh? You were what?” [Y] tilted his head.

“...Damnit…I was laughing…because…it's…” The fishman looked away, feeling embarrassed. [Y] leaned closer to hear what he's about to say.

“...cute…” Sebastian muttered the last part.

[Y]’s ear lit up. He leaned closer to Sebastian’s personal space, “Huh? Cute? What's that you say? Say it louder~”

“No way…” Sebastian huffed as he looked away. [Y] beamed then pet Sebastian on the head, “Don't worry, I've heard it all.”

“I hate you so much…” Sebastian growled, but was secretly enjoying the head pat.

“Yes, yes, I know~” the young scientist smiled genuinely. He then checked his watch, “Ah. 30 minutes are up. Time to meet up with Eyefestation.”

“...” Sebastian frowned when the young scientist removed his hand from his head. He didn't want [Y] to leave, he wanted him to stay a little longer.

“Hey, Sebastian.” [Y]’s voice snapped Sebastian out of his thoughts. The young scientist pointed out, “Um…Can you let go?”

Sebastian looks down to realize that he was tugging on [Y]’s lab coat before letting go of him, “Sorry.”

“Ah…don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow with more pie and I can bring something that you might like.” [Y] grinned. “Glad we were able to get close. Not like I have many friends besides the farm animals. Wait, we're…friends, right?”

“...” Sebastian stared for a brief moment before responding, “...If you consider us as friends then that fine…”

[Y]’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Been a while since I've made friends with someone besides the farm animals. Thanks, Sebastian.”

“...Hm.” Sebastian hummed. “T…tell your ma that I say hi back…”

“I will~ See ya tomorrow. Try not to miss me~” [Y] winked. Sebastian scoffed, “In your dream.”

The young scientist chuckled as he exited out of the room, leaving Sebastian alone.

It's quiet…Too quiet. He doesn't like the silence or being alone. It was starting to feel fun when [Y] was around. But there's always a tomorrow. Sebastian grabbed the music player then attracted the earplugs to his ears and listened to some calming music. He was glad he was given a music player. He sure hopes it won't be taken away from him.

Outside the room, before [Y] could leave to see Eyefestation, Dr. ███████ greeted him.

“Pie? You're feeding that thing human food?” The senior scientist questioned. “They're not human anymore, they're nothing but experiments that need to be tested, not treat its like a person.”

“They have pronouns. And they're not just experiments. They're living beings who deserve to be treated equal, Dr. ███████.” [Y] glared. “...I won't be needing you to order me around since I know what I'm doing. Ciao.”

The senior scientist watched the young scientist walk away. Dr. ███████ gritted his teeth and clench his fists, really to beat the shit out of [Y], but unfortunately it's not professional for a scientist. He just needs to wait for his chance.

Meanwhile, [Y] managed to sneak Ziya into the tank with Eyefestation. Eyefestation seems to like her new fish friend and was grateful that she won't be alone underwater. The scientists don't even care to even notice the glowing goldfish.

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[colourstreakgryffin]

I don't know if you take based character readers or if you know anything about Deltarune/Undertale or Toby Fox content but I wanted to request Andrealphus, Stella (alternative can be Blitz if you don't write for her) and Mammon with a Spamton reader? Thank you! I love your writing!

Haha! Ooh! I’ve never written for Andrealphus OR for Stella OR for Mammon, it’s new and I like it! I will absolutely do them all, we love our mean bitchy villains! Thank you so much! I have never tried Undertale/Deltarune based characters before but I have Google to help! I apologise for taking so long, here is first time try~!

Andrealphus

Andrealphus doesn’t remember why he even hired you. You’re a lunatic, you’re maddening. Spouting nonsense, speaking in Broken English, giving him weird items he has no use of. What did he want from you again?

Andrealphus doesn’t remember but he won’t deny that you’re amusing to listen to rant on and contradict yourself and behave like some perfect salesperson. At least, he knows you wouldn’t dare try scam him. He won’t hesitate to eviscerate you on the spot

Andrealphus may find you a bit nonsensical but he has found a use in YOU in general. Not just your ridiculous personality and cute but pathetic little scamming shop. But that you’re actually more witty and a bit kinder than you act, he exploits that by having you as a give to and give back servant

Andrealphus gives you a room in his palace and sustenances whilst you go out and scam the useless poor citizens of Hell for him. Bring him money, bring him back pricey possessions with your violent and nonsensical deals. Bring him back anything that’ll be useful to him and he’ll keep you

Andrealphus views you as his mad little puppet, his scammer, his perfect demon. A pink, yellow winged little marionette that does his bidding in favour for a great life but also for those thrills. He can tell you aren’t that unhappy with your unhinged state

Andrealphus does actually ‘like’ you. Yes. It’s all for what you can give him with your sales work but other than that. You’re adorable and when you actually express a occasional sensical comment to him, he’s pleased and content but don’t think he’s attached to you

He is. He absolutely is, he’s just trying to not admit it. He enjoys tea parties with you

“Marionette. What have you brought for me today~? A big bag, I see. Let’s go through it, sit in my lap now. I want to see everything you’ve scammed for me”

Stella

Unlike his brother, Stella does openly express she doesn’t really have as much use for you. You’re one of Stolas’ pathetic little servants. Her husband may see value in you but she doesn’t… that’s what she thought for quite some time until she realised there’s something there with your skillset

Stella cannot stand your personality. You’re a bumbling babbling baboon that talks the heaviest shit she’s ever heard, she can’t even understand you half of the time and it pisses her off

Though, you’re basically a thief. Your sales’pitches ends with you setting off with useful items or fat loads of money. Stella doesn’t need either but she can get what she wants from you, things like equipment to set up her parties, weapons for her hired hit to kill her opponents, or even just to get her dirty work done

Just then. That’s when Stella begun sweet-talking you, manipulating you. Offering you money and better treatment than Stolas gives you if you work for her solely, so you take it and Stella’s pleased with her efforts. She has a special little muppet to do as she wants when she wants

Stella likes, despite your stupidly insane mindset and gruff cruel attitude annoying her, how you screw others over and it makes her laugh so she sets up booths of your shop at places like his parties or around her land or even directly at Stolas

Stella grows to ‘like’ you more and more you serve her, she does get mad at all failures but really. She clearly has a soft spot for you and your inability to spelling words correctly. You have traits that annoy her but she is possessive over you

No Stolass is taking you away from her. She needs somebody to have tea parties with

“Did you get it? That’s good, darling little muppet. Your princess is quite pleased. Now, I order you to come with me to arrange our ‘Not Divorced’ Party”

Mammon

Mammon’s the King of Greed, the Sin of Greed. There is nothing he loves more than easily exploitable yet reliable figures to work for him so that’s where he ends up finding about you through his minions. Running a small but successful scam of a shop to the civilians of Greed with those cut-throat exchanges of yours

Mammon ‘hires’ you on the spot. You’re simply perfect for him, he can take most of the money and items you manage to gather, yet, also make you fabulously known and beloved by crowds all around the Rings

Like for the Goetias above, Mammon forms a take yet give relationship with you. He takes a big chunk of your profits through your malicious nonsense scams called sales but he also gives you a spot to make you even more wealthy. He has a favourite toy immediately

You’re mentally unwell yet with a good heart in a weird way, you make no sense and write like you’re having a stroke and yet. Mammon’s attached to it, somebody who thinks and behaves like him so you become the ‘child he didn’t want’, almost shoving Fizzarolli to the side

Mammon does think you’re like a little doll. A pretty doll with nice eyes and a sharp tongue that gets you the deals you want, you’re a natural salesperson with the ability to say you’re not in it for money but he knows you almost always are. It’s why he likes you

Mammon has you high up on his pillar of ‘good toys’. One of his most usual tools and ‘employees’ that he can manipulate so easily. He doesn’t even find you impossible to bond with, he gets you and it’s a reason he pulls strings around you more to benefit off you yet benefit you

He’d rather die than state he does somewhat care about you. It’s all about the wealth but still

“Ah. Had a tired day? I know you did but I need you to give me all your profits today, pretty Doll. Remember. You’re doing so well for me and for you~”

[songmingisthighs]

Genesis

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ch. xc - adulting sux, it's a scam

fashion mogul!mingi × reader

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!! A T T E N T I O N !!

things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.

You had been so used to having a great domestic life with Mingi that the current tension made you feel uncomfortable. Actually, you were uncomfortable 2 days ago, now you're just tired of the moodyness that Mingi showed.

Usually, when Mingi gets home, he'd sit you down and demand bump time which would usually be an excuse for him to be close to you. Earlier however, he just acknowledged bean and walked off to your shared room and it had been that way for a couple of days. It was annoying because you didn't know what you did to make him that way which means you didn't know how to mend things and you didn't know what to do.

But it all ends before the night is over.

"Okay," you slammed the door of your shared bedroom, "What is wrong with you?" Mingi, who was sitting on the wdge of the bed, carefully folding the baby clothes he had taken out of the dryer, didn't bother to look at you as he answered. "Nothing's wrong with me," despite the response, he seem absolutely disinterested in the conversation. You huffed and walked over to stand in front of him but he still didn't budge. You were determined to not let his lack of response deter you though so if he thought by giving you the cold shoulder you'd back off, he was dead wrong because if he won't stop, your plan b was to pressure him into giving up. Aka sitting on him.

"Mingi, seriously, you have been nothing but awful and yesterday you snapped at Wooyoung for talking to you about a complaint about the display breaking parameter," Mingi's ears burned at the indirect mention of The Gallerio. He was fully aware that you were talking about Fix Song but the irrational side of him took that as you mentioning Hongjoong and to him that was just priceless. But still, he held it in, he didn't want to say the wrong thing and blow up at the mother of his child. So he ignored you with gritted teeth and clenched fists. "Seriously Mingi, what's gotten you in such a foul mood these days?" You huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, you would too if you've been waiting for your girlfriend to come clean about still being in love with the ex she had once conveniently forgotten to mention until she's well into her pregnancy."

It would appear that he didn't hold that one in longer than he'd like.

Looking up, Mingi saw you staring at him in shock and disbelief and he'd like to believe he had a similar expression so you'd know that he didn't mean to let that out. But alas, the look on his face made it seem like he was challenging you more than anything else.

"Excuse me?" you scoffed which made Mingi roll his eyes in annoyance over the situation but the details didn't matter. "No, you don't get to roll your eyes at me like that after making a dumbass insinuation, okay? What the fuck did you mean by me still being in love with my ex and were you waiting to throw my mistake in my face all this time?" despite your voice hardening, you still tried your best to keep your emotion in check because someone had to be the rational one. Mingi pushed himself up from his seat and tried to move past you but you blocked his way, knowing that he wouldn't push you away. Not physically at least. Sighing in exasperation, Mingi avoided your glare as best he could by looking past you, "Please move," he said in a tone too low for his regular use. "Not until you tell me what's going on," you pressed further.

Mingi eventually looked at you and he knew you were not going to drop the topic until the two of you got to the bottom of it just because he slipped. So he told you, "I confronted Hongjoong hyung about him talking to you and he told me you never said you have stopped loving him. Not even denying your feelings basically," he shrugged, the words tasted bitter in his mouth and it was mostly because over the past couple of days, he had been stewing in the thought for longer than he liked to admit. Sure, he knew damn well that there were nothing going on between you and Hongjoong anymore, it was obvious. But what Hongjoong said scared him because he realized that it was true. You never expressed that you had stopped loving Hongjoong, only that you never got a conclusion to your relationship with him. A closure, if you will. Everything seemed open-ended and with you and he starting something new, something that will not only involve you two, but other people too, he was scared. He was insecure, in a sense. Frankly, he didn't know exactly what it was that he was so afraid of and it was annoying.

Vulnerability was never Mingi's strong suit and he actually considered it something he had to work more on for his baby's sake. With what had happened between the two of you, he expected you to help him because you had been doing that this whole time basically. What he didn't expect was you scoffing at his statement. "Was I supposed to dictate my feelings to Hongjoong?"

It wasn't what you said that got to him, it was the way you said it. "Dictate? Who said anything about dictating?" Mingi asked, slightly offended by how condescending you sounded. "You just said that you were pissed because I didn't clear up my feelings to Hongjoong. Well, for one, it's ridiculous because why do I even need to confirm that?" "Because if it was the truth, it shouldn't be hard to say," Mingi blurted out without thinking twice. You realized that there was some truth in Mingi's words but your emotion was dialed to 9 and you hated the insinuation that you HAD to justify yourself. Even if you only assumed that's what he said. You shook your head defiantly, taking a step back from Mingi, "If it's my truth, I don't to say it to anyone, I don't need to share my feelings like I'm in therapy, okay? If it's MY truth, you're not entitled to know it," you turned to walk away, suddenly feeling the urge to shut the conversation. But Mingi slipped past you and blocked your exit out of the room, staring down at you from his height with a look of dissatisfaction, "Entitled? Do you REALLY think I feel entitled right now? We're not dumb teenagers trying to hide behind our feelings by pushing people away and gaslighting the other person by saying that they were entitled, okay? Let's get that straight. And the thing is, though I don't feel entitled, I should be entitled to know because guess what? This issue involves me too now based on the fact that our lives are forever entangled so whatever you or I do individually, the other person is automatically involved in a way."

God, you despised how he spoke to you like a child. No matter how right he was, you were not going to be the wrong one in this issue, not when he apparently went to Hongjoong and didn't tell you. "Well, did you consider that you were involving me when you went to Hongjoong to confront him?" That effectively stunned Mingi as seen from how his shoulders slacked and his facial expression softened. "You talk big about our lives being entangled, I wonder if that's what you really wanted. Because from the way you talked about it just now, it kinda seem like you despised sharing a life with me. You despised having our lives entangled Mingi. So tell me how are we supposed to coexist when we don't even like each other? And let's take bean out of the equation and just talk about us here," "I told you I love you," Mingi huffed but you immediately interjected before there could even be a pause, "And I love you too Mingi, but do you even like me? Face it, Mingi, we're stuck with each other whether we like it or not in this very uncommon situation that may have resulted in faux sense of romantic connection which is so unfair to the both of us. That faux sense of romanticism has created a very complicated predicament that right now seem easily avoidable and annoying." Now where did that come from? You swore it was as if your mouth had a brain of its own and it was spewing things because you lost control of all things rational. Mingi seemed shocked too, his expression sombre and he seemed to be deep in thought, as if considering your words.

Of course, you would have had no way of knowing it but if you had, you would've known that Mingi was in no way considering your words because he was denying you all that time. He wanted to cut you off and told you that he did not despise your entanglement whatsoever. In fact, it has become his strength in recent times because no matter how shitty his creative blocks were, no matter how the critiques treated him as if he was just an outfit-making robot, no matter how there was always this relentless, constant voice in the back of his head convincing him that Fix Song would be done the next day, it was all worth it because he could come home to you with arms wide open and house made into a home. But hearing you saying all that, it seemed like those arms were closing and it was then that he realized that he had to take a stand for himself.

"Now who's being ridiculous? You're talking to me as if you had been a peach to live with and that might be partially true (y/n) because you bruise like one. You said I've been waiting to use your mistake, you not coming forward about being engaged to Hongjoong hyung against you so tell me what were you doing the first month you lived here? I never heard the end of you and your friends making fun of me and it was humiliating. It was humiliating having my mistakes be thrown to my face every single damn time but I stuck it out, I persevered because I thought you were worth it and this is me talking to you and only you, not bean." There were tears brimming in his eyes, you noticed and you were sure you were close to crying too based on the sting you felt in your eyes. "Do you think I'm that shallow or stupid?" Mingi continued, "You think I don't understand my own feelings? Do you think I don't know that I love you in a way that it felt like it's too much? That I feel like I can just rip my heart out whenever I think of you? Because I do. I love you so much that it felt toxic, I love you so much that I felt you're toxic for me. But now you're talking to me in such a way that actually convinces me that you've always thought so low of me and if you actually do, then you're no better than the people who manipulated and abused me in this industry and I don't know how to feel about you if that's actually the case."

You couldn't believe the words he said to you. You couldn't believe how you've been treating him, how you didn't realize how you've been treating him. Have you been crushing his dignity so badly with your treatment? Have you been manipulating him this whole time?

Questions about your treatment towards him filled your head so much that it felt like it was going to crack your skull. You felt something like bile bubbling in the pit of your stomach and it felt like you were going to vomit your entire guts out. All you could think about was how you needed to get out of that situation, out of the bad space in your head. But your body betrayed you and took it the wrong way and instead, it took you physically out of the house you shared with Mingi with nothing but your pyjamas, phone in the pocket, and house slippers.

Your body betrayed you by leaving Mingi crying alone in the apartment without any support. Just like how everyone who took advantage of him had done. Just like what he feared you were.

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[corpseofsuturedseams]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS!!!!!!! (realizes im coming on really strong) i mean ..... please tell me about your ocs or ill explode <3 whos your favorite rn whats their story pls give me a rundown so i can slap specific questions at u later <3

I LOVE WHEN PPL COME ON STRONG ABT THIS STUFF DON'T WORRY !!!

currently i have been thinking abt my kingdom hearts self insert, sxajne !! he is soooo mentally ill. he has no sense of self even outside of being a nobody and he just ignores it and buries it underneath doing what he does for the organization

he can't really express what emotions he has (because fuck the idea that nobodies are ACTUALLY heartless. i dont buy in <3 it's all a scam made by big xehanort to make more xehanorts). his resting face is very intense, not mad, just Intense. but he doesn't smile much, if at all

he'll physically attack you if you refer to him as his human name, senja. that isn't him anymore, or was it ever him? he doesn't want to think about it. even after things are over and he's eventually free from the organization, he still goes by sxajne because he grew into it, molded it into his own

[toboldlywrite]

Star Saga Star Trek AU

Episode 1 Part 2

1.1

Deep Space Nine

Adjusting her combadge for the thirtieth time, Ella Sanders stepped off of the turbolift and onto the Promenade. In the bustle of dozens of people of dozens of different races rushing this way and that, it should have been easy to blend in. But of course, she was the only person wearing a Starfleet uniform in sight. She kept feeling like everyone’s eyes were on her, even though everyone she glanced at was busy with their own business.

It’s all in your head, she told herself, taking a deep breath and winding through the current of people to get to the opposite wall. You’ll get used to wearing this uniform eventually.

She found herself right outside of the doorway to the station’s bar--Quark’s. It was noisy and chaotic, but so was everywhere else, really. At least in there, everyone’s attention was on the strange spinning tables in the back. Or maybe it was more on the scantily clad attendants who stood around them yelling “dabo!” She spotted a couple other Starfleet uniforms scattered around the place, so she slipped inside and took a seat on the stool closest to the door. A quick glance at the (weirdly small) clock behind the counter told her she still had about an hour before it was time to report to the ship. She didn’t want to be too early. One of her upper classman mentors had warned her about that early on at the Academy.

“And what can I get for you… Ensign?”

Ella jumped slightly on her stool. The Ferengi bartender had managed to sneak up on her, being considerably lower down than the clock she’d been staring at.

“I, uh. Some tea, please.”

“Tarkalean? Some Earth blend? Earl Gray?”

“Tarkalean, please.”

“Coming right up.” The bartender turned to the replicator behind the bar, and turned back with a full, clear mug. “Let me guess. First mission jitters?”

“How did you know?” Ella took the mug, keeping it on the counter with her hands wrapped around it, seeping up the warmth.

“I’ve seen that look thousands of times. Lots of officers come through here for their first missions. And let me tell you, it is a special privilege to get to see them off.”

“Oh. Well. Thank you?”

“Don’t thank me yet. I have a little something that will make this moment an even more special one.” He pulled a long, thin box from underneath the counter and placed it right before her. “Here. A memento to celebrate the momentous occasion.” A bunch of small jewels glistened in the lights over the bar.

“Oh. I don’t--”

“Just think of how thrilled your parents will be to get a gift commemorating your first mission. They must be so proud. Or any member of your family,” he added, seeing her expression.

Her grip tightened around her mug. “My family is dead.” Or dead to me.

The Ferengi swept his momentary look of panic off his face and somewhere under the bar. “I am very sorry to hear that. It’s too bad they couldn’t see how far you’ve come. I’ll tell you what, I’ll throw in a bonus jewel. To honor them. And I’m sure you have someone who would like a token. A friend. Guardian. Mentor. Or even one for yourself! Why not splurge a little on this--”

“Quark, are you scamming new officers again?”

The bartender jumped at the new voice, scrambling to close the box and push it out of sight. A tall woman in a Starfleet science uniform strolled up to the bar, eyebrows raised as she appraised the Ferengi. Ella noted the spots on the sides of her face and trailing down her neck, and the tendrils flowing from her head like transparent tentacles. A Trill.

“Jadzia! What a pleasant surprise.”

The woman slid into the stool next to Ella, and she noticed there was another Starfleet officer behind her. This one a young, Asian man in operations gold.

“I told you to cut that out earlier. You know they never carry money on them.” She turned to Ella, and she saw Lieutenant-Commander’s pips on her collar. “Don’t mind him. Underneath that greedy, capitalist exterior, he’s really not that bad.”

Quark hissed at her, setting down a drink. “I’ll have you know that my greedy capitalist exterior is my best feature.”

“Lieutenant-Commander Dax,” Jadzia said, holding out a hand to Ella. “This is Ensign Harry Kim. I rescued him from Quark earlier.”

The name rang a bell in Ella’s mind. “You’re assigned to the Voyager too,” she said, taking Harry’s hand.

He looked surprised. “How did you know?”

She flushed, pulling her hand away to pick up the mug again. “I uh… I memorized the crew roster. I thought maybe it would be harder to forget people’s names as I met them that way.”

Harry laughed. “Maybe I should’ve done that. Sounds like a good idea. I was just going to head over to the ship now. Want to come?”

Being too early didn’t seem so bad now. It had to be better than staying here and getting scammed. “Sure.” She stood, nodding to Dax. “Thanks. For the rescue.”

“Anytime.” She winked over a sip of her drink. “Good luck out there.”

“Are you fresh out of the Academy too?” Harry asked as they continued down the Promenade.

“Yeah. First assignment.” She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The tea hadn’t done much to help them, for once.

“I’m nervous too,” Harry said. “But hey, it’s only a couple weeks. A simple search and rescue mission. And when we get back, the nerves will be gone!”

Ella doubted that, but she couldn’t help smiling slightly at his optimism.

They made their way up to the docking ring, and Ella’s nerves went even more taught. It’s alright, she told herself over and over. You’ve memorized the schematic. You know exactly where to go. Quarters, sick bay, check in at the Coms station, assignment. There’s nothing to worry about.

“I’m surprised we have science officers on this mission,” Harry said. “Although I guess maybe Starfleet wants to take the opportunity to study the Badlands.”

“Maybe, but I’m actually a Communications Officer.”

“Oh. I see. So you’ll be doing the bulk of the work looking for the Maquis ship.”

“I guess so. I’m just a junior officer, so I’ll really be doing what the seniors tell me to do.”

“Sounds nice,” Harry said with a sigh. “I’m the senior operations officer, but I’ll be the most junior senior officer on the ship.”

“A senior officer? Right out of the Academy? How did you land that?”

“Just lucky I guess. I was top of my class, and this is considered a low-risk mission. Don’t get me wrong, I’m honored, really. But it’s a lot of pressure.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Ella said as they approached the airlock leading to Voyager. “Like you said, simple search and rescue.”

They stepped into the ship, and Ella took a deep breath. She was always doing that--Claire used to joke that Ella’s main sense was smell. She always took in new situations with every sense she could, imprinting them onto her memory. Voyager smelled a bit like a hotel; almost artificially clean, but in a good way. It was a brand new ship, after all. Fresh out of space dock. She had spent hours studying the ship’s specs, committing the layout to memory. But it didn’t take long for her to realize that there was a big difference between seeing the layout on a PADD and actually walking the halls of a starship. Fortunately, Harry seemed to know where he was going.

“I’m going to stop by sick bay first,” Harry said as they walked. “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to know where it is.”

“Me too. I also need to stop by anyway.” She didn’t tell him why, pulling on one of her sleeves subconsciously instead. The rash wasn’t visible on her hand anymore, but sometimes she swore she could still feel it anyway. She was so busy glancing down at her wrist she followed Harry around a corner and nearly walked right into someone wearing civilian clothing.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t see--” she stopped, the person’s face registering… as familiar. “Tobias?”

“Ella.” He sounded as surprised as she was, though definitely for a different reason. Last she’d heard, he was in prison, at least a couple years away from getting out. But here he was, looking just as he had the last time she’d seen him. “You’re in Starfleet,” he said, staring at her like she was covered with blood instead of a uniform.

“Yeah. Just graduated from the Academy. What are you doing here?”

“I’m… I was asked to help out with this mission. And you… you’re working here?”

“Communications officer.”

Tobias kept staring at her, a whole procession of emotions passing over his face. Far too many for someone with Vulcan blood. “I can’t believe you joined Starfleet. After everything--” he stopped himself. “But if this is where you want to be, I’m happy for you. It’s good to see you again, El.”

“No.” The word came out as a snarl through her clenched jaw. “You don’t get to call me that. You don’t get to judge me, pretend to be proud of me. You don’t get to do any of that.”

“What are you--”

She hardly registered her own movement. One second, she was raising her hand. The next, her palm stung and Tobias jerked back, hand on his cheek. “You abandoned me!” Her hand throbbed in time with her heart. “I lost everything and you just… you just ran off. For what? To play some stupid revenge game? Against people who weren’t even to blame? And how did that work out for you? For years, I thought you were dead, And then I find out you got arrested instead. And not even a word to me.”

“El--” he started, but stopped at the look on her face.

“Don’t even try to say sorry. You know what? I wish you were dead.” She walked off, ahead of Harry this time, ignoring both their stares and the throbbing in her hand. A moment later, footsteps jogged to catch up to her.

“You okay?” Harry asked. “That seemed… intense.”

“I’m fine. I just didn’t… expect to see him here.” She rubbed her palm with her other fingers, and suddenly the weight of what she had just did dropped solidly onto her shoulders. “Oh my god. I slapped him. I’m a Starfleet officer, a member of this crew, and I just assaulted another--a civilian! Oh my god. I’m so dead. And fired.”

“Ella, relax. He looked guilty enough I don’t think he’s going to say anything. And I’m definitely not. So it’ll just be our secret, ok? I’m sure he deserved it.”

She managed a shaky smile. “He really did.”

“Then come on. Let’s get you to sick bay. Just say you tripped and hit your hand on something and I’m sure the doctor can help you feel better.”

But as they kept walking, Ella felt much better already. This mission might not have started out the way she planned, but she’d already made a friend. And that was something she hadn’t counted on at all.

[wandamaximoffbae]

Hey, I’m so sorry I know you don’t know me and I’m not following you, I don’t mean to pry or invade your privacy I’d just love to share something with you more like I need you, I’m Ameera 23 years old, and I’m calling out to the community 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 to please support us so me and my girlfriend can come out, we have dreams about going for pride rallies,clubs, to be able to kiss in a park express love with no restrictions or fear of being caught, we are both from a typical religious Muslim family, we are know as best friends by our families and friends, we have made this decision to come out to everyone so many times but couldn’t because of how homophobic our parents are due to religious values and ethics. Any one from a typical religious Muslim family can attest to how important it is to follow the rules and moral that are in the holy Quran, So we have come to a conclusion to be ready and be prepared for the worst, Cause the price we may have to pay is to lose our families and maybe friends and of course their support, so we have decided to get an apartment and move in together and start a new life where we can freely be who we really are, and here is where we need your support, though we both work and have some money saved up, but we still need help, getting and setting up an apartment is a lot so we will definitely need all the love and support we can get(donation link pinned on page), Thank you for your donations so far,but we are still 37% to the goal so please add your own bit,I know everyone have one or two things we go through, and this is not me imposing on any one to help, but if you can with how ever little, it will be so much appreciated, and if you can’t, kindly reach out to encourage us cause we also need that as much,This is the biggest and hardest decision we have ever had to make and please share to whoever you feel can help. We shall draw strength from the pride to pull through this, I’M NOT A SCAM feel free to go through my page or do whatever to confirm and my DM is open if you have questions or requests to clear your doubts, I believe pride is for all

thus also touching. I’m so porous of you for finally coming out, and I’m so sorry you have family who won’t support you, thank you so much for telling me this 🩷

I will 100% visit your blog and do the very best I can to make a donation

keep me updated! 🏳️‍🌈

BOOST THIS!!!

[alurite-l]

Hey, I’m so sorry I know you don’t know me and I’m not following you, I don’t mean to pry or invade your privacy I’d just love to share something with you more like I need you, I’m Ameera 23 years old, and I’m calling out to the community 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 to please support us so me and my girlfriend can come out, we have dreams about going for pride rallies,clubs, to be able to kiss in a park express love with no restrictions or fear of being caught, we are both from a typical religious Muslim family, we are know as best friends by our families and friends, we have made this decision to come out to everyone so many times but couldn’t because of how homophobic our parents are due to religious values and ethics. Any one from a typical religious Muslim family can attest to how important it is to follow the rules and moral that are in the holy Quran, So we have come to a conclusion to be ready and be prepared for the worst, Cause the price we may have to pay is to lose our families and maybe friends and of course their support, so we have decided to get an apartment and move in together and start a new life where we can freely be who we really are, and here is where we need your support, though we both work and have some money saved up, but we still need help, getting and setting up an apartment is a lot so we will definitely need all the love and support we can get(donation link pinned on page), Thank you for your donations so far,but we are still 37% to the goal so please add your own bit,I know everyone have one or two things we go through, and this is not me imposing on any one to help, but if you can with how ever little, it will be so much appreciated, and if you can’t, kindly reach out to encourage us cause we also need that as much,This is the biggest and hardest decision we have ever had to make and please share to whoever you feel can help. We shall draw strength from the pride to pull through this, I’M NOT A SCAM feel free to go through my page or do whatever to confirm and my DM is open if you have questions or requests to clear your doubts, I believe pride is for all

I am also a queer Muslim so I know what that feels like. There's a 50/50 chance you're a scam/telling the truth I'm not gonna waste my time finding out. Just know that if I had the money I'd donate

[cosmo-watches-movies]

The Grand S1 E4 (1997)

This british drama tv series follows several characters who live and work in a hotel after WWI.

Plot: This episode follows Jacob Collins (Tim Healy), an employee at the hotel, whose son Peter was executed upon desertion in the war. While at work he is approached by Simon Carlyle (Simon Lenagan) and Thomas Jordan (Michael Sheen), two young men who claim to have served with Collins’ son. They contact Collins to ask for a donation for a familiy who went to court to clean their sons name after he was executed just like Peter was. (There is also a B Plot but it doesn’t really matter to this story line)

Spoilers beyond this

A “brief” explanation of the remaining plot:

Jacob Collins heavily struggles with his sons desertion and can’t forgive him so he refuses any donation. Thomas doesn’t like that at all and fighting for Peters honor starts berating the struggling father. After a short outbreak of anger he accepts Collins’ decision and both young men leave the hotel.

Later Thomas returns, apologizing, to talk to Collins again in private. He explains how Peter wasn’t a coward, he was apparently shell shocked, couldn’t follow any orders, he seemed to have panicked and ran away. And all this resulted in him being arrested and executed.

The grieving father caves and agrees to donate 120 Pounds, but he still can’t forgive his son. Later the same day Collins calls the phone number the two young men gave them to check for updates, but theres a stranger on the other end, who has no idea who Carlyle and Jordan are. He rings up the family the two had said they where collecting money for, but it turns out that there is no fund. It dawns on Collins, that he might have been scammed. This culminates in a mental breakdown. Not being able to see his employee so upset the houskeeper Marcus Bannerman (Mark McGann) decides to track down the thieves to retrieve the money. Succesfully.

So that was an intense plot, how fucked up do you have to be to scam families of fallen soldiers? Like, did people actually do this, or is this just some really f’d up sceme the authors made up to torture the character? I can’t blame Collins though, I fully believed everything Thomas said aswell. He would’ve fooled me too. I really didn’t see the twist coming at first, and didn’t quite want to believe it either. How could someone do this?

(Note: Gifs can't really capture any of this that well, so if you're really interested in the acting please go watch the episode.)

The scene where Thomas and Collins talk in private is incredible. Both actors fully push it. The camera focuses on Collin’s face when Thomas tells Peters tragic story, and you can see the father quiver, fight it and ultimately break down. It all culminates with Thomas not being able to keep it in anymore aswell.

It’s very touching… at first. At a second watch through this is so sinister manipulation by Thomas.

This is emphasized even more by the way he acts when he is confronted by Marcus in the end. He expresses his full hate, anger and resentment about his ex-comrade and Michael gets this whole range of emotions across incredibly well.

Thomas regrets nothing. He wouldn’t even have given the money back if Marcus hadn’t threatened to shot him right there. A truly despicable character and I enjoyed every second he was on screen. I wouldn’t even have been mad if Marcus had gone through with it. But he knew a better punishment:

You’re fucked my friend

There was a whole lot of other stuff inbetween the (for me) more interesting parts of the plot. Check out the scenes I wrote about if you want to experience them for yourself. Everything else doesn’t really matter if you don’t watch the whole show.

[hzrnvm]

honestly there's some part of me in that conversation when kim leaves. i don't see myself in jimmy all the time. i definitely don't see myself in saul very much at all. but like. here. it's. agh. im gonna rewatch the clip.

"What's done can be undone" god his whole reaction to it. i really relate to that. this was bad but it's ok, let's go. let's undo this, we can go back to normal and the life i know.

"I'll order a pizza, we'll pull an allnighter" this line affected me when i first watched it too. it shows jimmy's desire to just keep the normal. the concept of them ordering a pizza, pulling an allnighter is totally a run-of-the-mill thing for the show to do, it was their normal state up till recently. now they've been struck with the fact that that normal is gone. and jimmy just can't accept it. i do that.

"We are bad for each other" I know i don't relate to this the way it is in the show but like. having to confront the idea that the way things were. the idyllic, fun and games life you've been living. was bad. people got hurt. and you can't just go on pretending that it's okay. it's the end.

"I have had the time of my life with you" fuck fuck fuck. i can feel what jimmy feels the emotion is like soaking me. that feeling of like, this can't be the end. it was fun. i liked it. we can't have to stop. there's gotta be a way to keep it going. i know there is.

"Tell me what i need to do to change. Tell me what it is and i'll do it." It doesn't take a supergenius to tell that Jimmy wasn't gonna do it here. it's Cicero again. One more chicago sunroof, and he needs to stay outta jail. if she told him something, he'd probably end up doing it for some time, until, eventually, she forgets, and he reverts. i do this.

"You make me happy! We make each other happy. How can that be bad?" I'm not even gonna say anything here. i dont relate to it or anything it's just emotional wreckage. full on destruction.

"I love you" A lotta people pointed out that this was their first time saying that. which makes this so much sadder. jimmy is not a person to express how he feels directly. that's not what talking is for, to him. when he talks it's not to express how he feels. it's to save his ass, or as part of his job, but he is never direct and honest with his emotions when he talks. i don't do that much either. i widdle, i waddle, i dance around when i speak, and though i sometimes am direct, i never talk with the motive that i want to express how i feel. it's never that.

"I love you too. But so what?" "No." No. no no no please god. love, the bond, it's built up as some kinda the-purpose-of-everything thing in his mind. love is what Matters. if two people love each other. if they genuinely do. then that's what Matters. above all. the very thought. god.

"What happened to him wasn't on us, it wasn't your fault it wasn't my fault!" Denial denial denial denial denial. they call me ms. denial. jimmy mcgill is doing denial right here. to take the blame for it. to accept the fact that what happened was their fault. it's too much to bear. it's a weight that would impact him forever. to him, there's no path to think about it that he can do without denying that it's his fault. he has to deny it. because if he doesn't, then he has to accept that this is the End. he can't physically accept the fact it's his fault. he can't. he just can't. me here yeah that's a me thing.

"You'd. You'd blame yourself. You'd fear for me. You'd want us to run and hide until you were sure i was safe. You'd pull the plug on the scam, and then. and then. we'd break up." self-blame is a hell of a thing. it can completely change you. and if you like the normal you have... yeah.

and then he became saul goodman and it fucked me up forever

[uncleauntiefeli]

I am here. I am not a robot; I am a real person who has suffered greatly.

I reached out to ask you: is it normal to die a little every day? Is it normal that I haven’t seen the rest of my family in a year? Is it normal that I am unable to meet my mother’s basic needs, like her medicine? Is it normal to have to move with my mother, who has a spinal disc issue, for the tenth time, bearing the burdens of relocation? Is it normal to watch my mother fall ill and be unable to do anything for her?

I am truly exhausted and have found no one to help me. I am not asking you for financial support. I may be weak and unable to reach everyone, and my voice is unheard. All I ask of you is to share my story in your own way. Include my campaign at the end of a public survey or share my story through an expressive drawing, and spread it clearly to highlight its importance.

I have not forgotten the pain of losing my father, so please, my mother deserves to live. Your help is my hope.

Same dude. Same.

Fun fact: I'm homeless and have to fight the government to get medication that's required for me to physically live. I nearly die almost every month and I mean that in every literal sense. I end up in the ER/ICU cuz the government refuses to acknowledge Diabetes as a disability despite the symptoms AND they will hang on every tooth and nail and splinter to not give me my medication that I can't afford without insurance. They refuse to use a PO box as an address and won't give me my insurance without one despite me telling them I'm homeless. I'm being forced to travel south and do doordash (which I only get 10$ out of every 4 hours when u take gas and food into consideration) to make gas money cuz I can't save enough to get my car heater fixed.

To top it off I'm transgender, legally a female, and have a mental disability. There are plenty of states I'm having to travel through that are a large risk to my safety and there's nothing I can do about it but lock my door and pray.

While I don't want to undermine the situation others are going through, spamming isn't going to help you but rather make it worse. To people like me it just seems like a scam, real or not. If you want help, rather than mass tag and spam, you should reach out to appropriate parties and just post updates on the situation. If you want to garner sympathy, this is not the way to do it.