#the amount of “no” votes is genuinely shocking

[mimipolo]

Hey I have a request

Some Nam-gyu x reader where he developed a crush and sneaks of to talk to you at random times even tho you vote opposite of him he can overlook that however when he’s with thanos he’s mean and insults you which shocks and upsets you will you forgive him?

Nam-gyu x reader

I had so much fun writing this ngl, I hope I did the idea justice <33

Sorry Se-mi it's for plot

You had met Nam-gyu and Thanos after the first vote. At the time you felt a small sense of determination that you could make it through the games, get a higher prize and pay off all your debts in one go.

They had praised you excitedly, Thanos slinging an arm around you and going on about how they'd both protect you. You had trusted them for the most part, yes they were both a bit sketchy but they had a prescence among the players so it'd be easier to follow them. You had mixed feelings about the duo, one was always hyper and loved to mess with you and the other had a serious staring problem and a stupid smirk.

At the moment it didn't matter how you felt about them, you needed to get out of here. And now. You had barely survived the last game, knees grazed from when you fell and quickly scrambled to your feet. You wince at the pain as you curl in on yourself and rub your thumb over your bloodied hands. You were desperate for a sense of comfort or solidarity which at the moment only you could provide for yourself.

You were startled to see a head of black hair come out of nowhere from the ladder to your bed, angled eyes meeting yours hazily. Nam-gyu, a rare visitor. You're still startled by his sudden appearance, clutching your chest slightly as your eyes widen in surprise.

"Nam-gyu? What are you-"

"I'm coming up."

You don't get the choice to protest against it, he's already hauling himself up to get on your bunk, sitting cross legged in front of you. For a moment you're genuinely confused to why he's here, your bunk was fairly high off the ground and from how he was earlier you didn't expect him to be capable of climbing. Guess he sobered up. He's sighing softly as he links his fingers together, gazing at you as if in deep thought.

"You're gonna vote "X" next right?" He lifts his head up to see your reaction, clenching his linked fingers when he sees your lips purse as you look away from him. That was enough of an answer.

You personally are terrified, you had never been particularly close with the man and you were tense as to why he decided to make the trek up to your bed to ask you such a question. What's he going to do? Is he angry? Noticing the small shift in your body language he stops spacing out and runs a hand over his face. This sucks, honestly. The small infatuation based of pure curiousity he had for you had developed into a genuine crush he couldn't shake off. You intrigued him to no end and he was just working up to talking to you more.

So why'd this have to happen?

He's not that upset you want to leave, as much as he preached about how everyone should "Play one more game!", He understood the main basis of wanting to leave was the simple passion to live. A passion that'd he'd lost touch with after he lost everything he had. But you were in a similar situation, yet despite that you always seemed slightly hopeful things would work in your favour, and when they didn't you kept a level head. A rationality he wished he also had. You were smart, attractive and worst of all reasonable. Which is why you wanted to leave.

He's still staring at you but you feel less creeped out, you feel more worried. The usual carefree demeanor he had seemed to be crumbling right before you, he almost looked more tense than you.

There was a reason why he had come here, he didn't want to ask in front of Thanos. With him he'd be obligated to maintain this facade of now hating your entire being, but that wasn't the case, in fact it was very far from it. He wanted you like nothing else, selfishly. He could only hope you read him openly from the small amount of vulnerability he'd give you, something you were good at.

"Choose "x", I don't really care."

"Oh."

You are honestly pleasantly surprised by his words, your anxiety lowering massively. With the tensity gone you could see he looked...worried for you? You weren't totally sure but he laughs bitterly, pulling his signature move of pushing his hair behind his ears.

"Just know that, I'll vote to stay. So I'll still be sticking with Thanos."

You looked at him confused, and honestly he was too. There was no need to share all this information with you but he couldn't help it, he wanted to be open with you, show you how he is when you could be alone together.

You jolt slightly when he lightly takes one of the hands you're holding onto and taking them in his own. Streaks of blood crumbling away when he rubbed it away with careful thumbs, you could only watch him silently, admiring his oddly considerate actions. Even if the tint of blood still stained your palms. What's with all this special treatment, did he like you or something?

Before you could question him about what had just happened between you two he's sighing deeply and rubbing his hands together, ready to climb off your bunk.

"I'll try look out for you when I can."

And with that he's gone, you're left to sit with your thoughts and overthink how sweet he was to you just now. He was never like that before. Before you realised it a small smile was on your lips as you savoured the cold, brief moment of his touch still on your hand.

Though the next moment left you quite confused, it was time to vote. Everyone was still conflicted but you had made your choice and had a silent comradery with Nam-gyu. It gave you the bit off confidence to press the "x" button, some cheered while others groaned as you quickly switched your blue patch for its opposing side.

You could hear the familiar deep voice of Thanos going "What the hell man, we agreed one more game??" the direct confrontation made you physically tense as you made your way to side of potential exit. Nam-gyu didn't say a word, didn't even look at you either. Strange, you thought but you mostly brushed it off.

What the hell [Name], we agreed to keep playing, ya just switching on us all of a sudden?"

Thanos' voice echoed in your ears as he had you cornered near your bunk, you glance to Nam-gyu for some sort of support, even if it was just telling his friend to relax but you were quickly disappointed.

"Tch, did you really expect them to stay, I saw 'em practically trembling after the last round."

You felt your heart aches at his words, your expression immediately dimming as you stared at him confused. But unluckily for you he had mastered his poker face to the last detail. If he felt any guilt for what he said you wouldn't know, it was all behind that senile smirk now.

"Kehaha, nah you're right. All those loud sounds scare ya already?"

"Poor thing."

Thanos pushes you back accusingly, forcing your back to meet the unforgiving metal bars of the bunks, just as suddenly he's in your personal space, grabbing the red velcro badge on your chest roughly as he shook you. His eyes dilated widely as he threatened you with crazed, wild eyes.

"You're lucky this is there's a revote, switch this "x" to an "o" or I'll never let you live it down, got it?"

He laughs when you stagger back when he lets you go, Nam-gyu joining in with own mocking chuckle, it hurt you in a way it wouldn't have before. What was all that about earlier then, was it just a lie? But why, he didn't get anything out of it.

And again you're left alone to deal with your own self destructive thoughts, you just wanted to leave this place, it felt like you were suffocating within its walls.

Things ended up more violent than he had expected, he's panting as he rips the fork from the man's neck for the last time. How he felt? Great. It was like some great awakening as he stumbled up to his feet. It's only then he takes the time to digest the fact Thanos is dead, what a sad way to go hm?But also equally as pathetic. He wanted to laugh but he wanted to shout in frustration too. He does neither, looking down at his unpredictable partner in crime now laying on the floor covered in grime and blood. It's when he starts to feel the growing ache in his chest that the guards finally barge in to stop the fighting, forcing them all out the crime scene.

You're on your bunk, cuddled up to yourself as usual when you spot him, bloodied and worn along with other men. Your heart sinks as you take in the situation, watching as they shouted and cursed impurities from both sides. You had switched sides of sleeping arrangements due to the votes, so now you were able to get a slightly lower bunk bed. He shouldn't know where you were and yet his eyes snapped to you, for a moment they crumble slightly, a sliver of the worry he had coming out just for a moment. And then he's walking off, not looking back once.

It's lights out and you were terrified, you had finally found out what had happened in the men's bathroom and you knew it could lead to nothing good. Everywhere you thought to hide felt dangerous and you had no one to rely on, no one to truly trust.

He's shaking, his hands trembling as he sits perched on Thanos' bed, in memory of the annoying guy. He's feeling conflicted, he couldn't tell if he had cared for him or not, all he knew the indifference he felt for others wasn't the same with colourful haired man. He pops two pills in his mouth, brushing his knuckles against his lips as if the action were sacred. Soon thoughts drifted back to you. How were you holding up? Did you have anyone there to protect you? A sick part of him hoped not, he wanted to be the only one to look out for you, the only one you'd think to turn to.

He feels amazing, never felt so resolute in the entirety of the games than when he killed. Hissing in satisfaction as he struck the deadly cutlery into Se-mi's neck for what felt the 100th time. Wiping the blood of his face with the back of his hand when he feels a prescence behind him. He doesn't bother taking back his weapon as he gets up from his crouched position to turn towards the figure.

It's you.

You look absolutely terrified, your upper body was uptight and you could've gotten away with looking less afraid if it wasn't for how your legs trembled ever so slightly. You're fighting with yourself and you finally will your body to run but he's quick, yanking you back by your arm and holding you against him possessively. His breathing is hard and his bloody hands are firm against your back.

Heavy breaths fill your ears as he looks at you with wide shaken eyes, he'd been looking for you, even on this killing spree.

"You asshole, what are you doing are you crazy??"

"Heh- huh, yeah I feel like it a little..." the small chuckle he lets out feels distant from his true feelings and he wished you'd tell him why he's like this.

"You lied, you said you'd look out for me, prick." You want your words to be firm but the fear of everything around you was still so intense, it shook your words and made your throat tight.

"I know, I know alright. I said when I 'can' Thanos would've made things worse for both of us if I said something..."

"But he's not here anymore... I'll watch out for you, for real this time, promise."

Even in his drugged state you could tell these were his thoughts the whole time, and his visit to your bed made slightly more sense, he just wanted you to know he didn't actually hate you. What a weird guy, why not just come out and say what the game plan was? You wanted to ask him all these things, shout and push at him until you got all your frustration out.

But you're drained, there's still the far away screams of new victims being made and you couldn't tell what was side was losing.

But he's shushing you quietly, when you weren't even crying, but now it triggered you to. Hot silent tears running down your face as he huddled you into a corner and made you sit against the wall behind a fallen mattress. Grabbing your face and pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered softly.

"Nothings happening to us, we're getting that stupid cash prize and leaving this shitty place."

And then he's off again, you don't know where, but you'll stay here quietly and hope for his quick return.

[gvshing]

Streamer Vi . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

masterlist

→StreamerVi! started streaming as a hobby. She figured it would make gaming feel less lonely and unproductive. She had friends she would play with occasionally but on the days they weren’t able to game together she feared she was wasting the evening away. Playing with no one, to no one, yelling into the abyss, celebrating a win to herself. It was lonely, and she hated the feeling that made her feel she was being unproductive. Even though deep down she knows that indulging herself in something she enjoys is never a waste or ‘lazy’. 

→When she started gaining traction/viewers she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t think she was THAT entertaining. Her viewers enjoyed her reactions that seemed so genuine. Enjoying her rage, shock, tears of sadness and of laughter. Her overreactions to angering situations within the games made her fans cackle with her creative sling of words she spat at the computer.  "I can't believe you guys like to watch this. I mean I appreciate y'all tuning in, but I do hope you guys are in therapy."

→StreamerVi! mainly plays action games but she enjoys a cozy game every now and again. Finding the stimulation of the fighting and fast paced scenes more enjoyable typically compared to the relaxation of cozier games. Though she finds herself indulging in Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley in her off time.

→StreamerVi! Was bad at Minecraft. Not that she would ever agree with that statement. Her fans aren’t sure why she’s so bad at it. She’s usually amazing at fighting and surviving in games like that. It’s mainly the building she’s not great at. Her houses were made out of dirt, wood if she’s able to obtain that much, and were shittily built cubes. She tries to make more intricate things but her brain short circuits and she’ll eventually break it down and make another dirt cube in its place. As long as her house has a bed, crafting table, anvil and furnace, she’s set. 

→StreamerVi! would have an intricate story line on her Sims game that gets progressively more confusing as it goes on. “God, Shelley is such an idiot. I know I created her but Jesus. How the fuck did she end up burning the house down? I didn’t even know you could do that in Sims! First, she ruins her marriage by cheating on Esteban. Then, she loses her daughter? Still no clue where she went. Lastly, she burns the house down? That’s why I didn’t let her go to college… On second thought, maybe that’s why she’s doing all this.” 

→Her Sims characters are her babies, for sure. She cries for ten minutes straight when one dies. She’ll walk off camera and you can hear sniffling off camera before she walks back in. “Okay, how can I make them haunt the house? I know they can do it. I will pay any amount of money to have that happen.”

→StreamerVi! would put up a poll on what games to play next on her stream and would put a joke game on there that would end up getting the most votes. So now she’s stuck playing some weird simulator game that lags constantly and is crashing every 5 minutes. “Who the fuck would make a dish washing simulator? I’m doing chores as a video game? That’s fucking boring. Why did you guys have to pick this one? Do you hate me? Be honest."

→StreamerVi! is a rage quitter. 100%. She would scream and smack her headset down on the table, walking away from her PC fully. Leaving the stream for almost a full minute to take deep breaths. “I may have overreacted a bit. Maybe. That boss is still a bitch, what the fuck even is that?” 

→She would sit down back at her desk and stare into the camera, hands in a fist resting over her mouth in embarrassment. “Guys, pretend that didn’t happen.” She would boot up the game to retry and be done five minutes later when she still couldn’t beat whatever it is she couldn’t win. “Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Fuck this game. See you tomorrow stream, I’m going to go take a deep breath and touch some fucking grass.”

→StreamerVi! drunk streams... already drunk when streaming or getting drunk on stream. She's done both. It doesn't happen often but when it does it a nice treat of chaos. Slurring, hiccupping and hearty laughter that echoes thoughout her whole apartment. The fans love it.

→StreamerVi!’s desk is probably messy. It’s not overly messy but she definitely has a few cups littered around, and old takeout containers from her 8 hour long streams. She cleans it frequently. She just spends so much time sitting over that desk, hunched over in uncomfortable positions, that it gets messy the second it’s cleaned. She eventually puts a trash can and a tub for dirty dishes right next to her desk to prevent clutter. It takes one time spilling water all over her keyboard for her to implement something to help. 

→StreamerVi! would cackle at her own jokes while everybody in her chat groaned. “That was a good one! I’m such a funny guy. You don’t get it, guys. And that’s fine, you don’t see the vision. Stop calling me lame! I am not lame! I’m hilarious. You guys are the lame ones. You’re watching me, someone you claim is lame, so what does that mean about you? Yeah exactly, lame-o’s” They would also groan at her use of the word ‘Lame-o’. 

→StreamerVi! fell asleep on live one time and has never lived it down. She streams for so long and she’ll just fall asleep waiting for a cut scene to end. Head propped up on her arm, lulling over with every breath. Her hand would slip causing her head to fall and smack against her keyboard, the brand new one she got after ruining the other one with the spilled water. She would jolt awake and stare at her screen in horror, reading the chat coming in faster than normal. “Is she… sleeping?” “She fucking dead.” “Awww, she looks like a sleepy puppy.” “Why is her mouth hanging open like that?? Is she drooling?? Y’all oh my god” “Literally, what the fuck.” She reads her chat and sighs deeply. “Guys. I must go. I’m so sorry.” She would hit the ‘end live’ button and immediately scream out of embarrassment. “They will never let me live this shit down. Fuck fuck fuck.”

→ And her fans don’t. “Waiting for her to fall asleep every time at this point.” “It was one time!!” It annoys the fuck out of her, but she appreciates her fans so she doesn’t mind the stupid jokes. 

→StreamerVi! has a strict streaming schedule and she is ALWAYS on time. She sits at her desk 5 minutes before time, ‘Go Live’ button staring at her. Anxiously scrolling on her phone until the clock hits 5pm. Streaming for the past 3 years has been all she knows, yet the anxiety she feels before beginning is intense every single time. 

→Anxiety melts away within seconds of hitting the dreaded button. Chats streaming in of various ‘hello’s and ‘missed you’s. 

→StreamerVi! probably streams more than just games as well. She enjoys vlogging when she’s out and about doing random stuff, like when she’s travelling and trying new foods. “Okay, what am I about to put in my mouth? If you know, please tell me, because I’m lost.”

→StreamerVi! loved the spontaneous streams sometimes more than gaming streams. They were low pressure and less chaotic. 

→She would do mundane things around her house when streaming as well. “You’re coming with me to dye my hair. I need help doing the back.” While dying it she would turn around and ask chat if she missed any pieces. They were unhelpful, as always. “You suck at this.” “Uhhhh bestie, you missed a few chunks ngl” “Does she have nobody irl who can help her with this?? Wtf are we supposed to do?” She would roll her eyes at her chat’s unhelpful responses. “I can’t even tell if you guys are being truthful anymore. You all hate me. I have friends! I’m just not bothering them with it! You guys could help! You just don’t want to! What parts did I even miss??” She eventually would facetime somebody to help her find the missing pieces. 

→COOKING STREAMS!!! 

→She loves to cook on stream! She enjoys the company when cooking. Although chat has definitely distracted her a few times and she’s burnt things because of it. “FUCK! Guys! Why did no one say anything about the literal pan on fire behind me?” She would run the pan over to the sink, throwing it in and quickly turning the water on. Snuffing the fire out. “The pan was in frame the whole time and we were chatting! I know at least one of you saw it! I even said ‘why does it smell like something burning?’ and none of you decided to say anything? You guys want me to die?” She often finds herself lecturing her fanbase as if she were their father. “Dad Vi back at it again with the lecturing.” “oohh we’re in trouble this time.” “Are we grounded?” 

→StreamerVi! would start streaming less often and get interrogated in her chat. “Where have you been??” “She’s got a girlfriend, guys. Look at her glowing. We’re so cooked.” Vi would scoff at their invasive questions. “I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean… Okay. Yes, I am seeing somebody but they’re not my girlfriend!” She would defend, growing redder the longer she goes on. Not convincing anybody. “Vi lovers. We’re fucked. We lost our chance.” “No offense guys! But none of you had a chance. I’ve just been busy… ANYWAYS! So today’s game…” she would change the subject, afraid she was going to hard launch a relationship that wasn’t even official. 

→StreamerVi! would casually drop the word ‘partner’ every now and again after a while. Accepting that she would never convince anybody that she wasn’t seeing someone. She was and she’s not a liar. 

→Chat would go CRAZYYY. Demanding to meet her partner. “You lecture us like you’re our dad all the time, and suddenly you don’t want to introduce us to your partner??” She gets what her fanbase is saying, but it ultimately depends on what the girlfriend says. Not her. 

→StreamerVi! would beg everybody to be nice when she finally does introduce you to her stream. “Guys, be nice. Don’t be mean like you are to me.” Her fans are offended. “We’re so nice!!” “So this is how you treat people who pay your rent?” “Dad Vi again.”

→StreamerVi!’s fans are nicer to you than to her. “SO pretty!” “How did VI!!! Bag you????” “no offense but she’s out of your league vi.”

→StreamerVi! Is only a little jealous. “So you guys hate me and love them? Well maybe they can just have my channel and I’ll retire since y’all hate me so much.” She’s the ultimate pouter. And pouts even more when chat is seemingly chill with that idea. “Ok! Best idea you’ve had thus far!” “yippee!” She mutes chat after that. 

→You make sporadic appearances on her channel every now and again. Often enough that you’re a ‘recurring character’ on her streams. Her fans love seeing you. Eventually you make your own streaming channel. But you only stream like once a month and it’s usually with Vi there. It’s not your thing as much as it’s hers. And you don’t want to take that away from her. 

→StreamerVi! Doesn’t tell her viewers that she proposed to you. They just happened to catch a glimpse at the engagement rings in various streams over time. “YOO IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “Vi and Y/N engagement era”

→StreamerVi! Keeps a majority of her personal life secret from her viewers. It’s not that she doesn’t trust them with the information of most of her friends or family, or what she does for a living outside of streaming. She just enjoys having that still be private. It’s the small things after getting an online fanbase. She appreciates her fans but they don’t need to know anything. Like the day you guys get married. That’s for her, you and attendees. But, she posts photos from that day whenever she can. One of her top favorite days of her life for sure. 

→StreamerVi! Loves this life she’s miraculously gained. The fans that bully her, the friends she’s made, the games she’s played that she might not have if it weren’t for the viewers pressuring her, and you. 

[mellowsadistic]

Before & After - The New Maid

Set in the world of The Magician’s Game.

***

Samantha Devereux came from old money, and she’d married well. She’d never had to work a day in her life, but there was nothing she liked more than ordering everybody else around. She’d spend her days strutting around her large manor house, barking orders at the maid, Hannah, changing her instructions constantly and forcing her to perform her duties within impossibly short timeframes. Poor Hannah couldn’t afford to give up her job, despite the awful treatment she received at the hands of her employer, not even when Mrs Devereaux went as far as to prohibit her from taking bathrooms breaks until all her work was done. The tearful young maid was forced to mop the floors and scrub the windows with a thick diaper flashing underneath the short hem of her uniform, a diaper that would inevitably end up heavy with pee by the end of the day.

It may have been Hannah’s burning resentment towards her boss that first drew the Magician to take an interest in Mrs Deveraux, and he soon decided that the arrogant heiress would be the perfect candidate for one of his little games. Samantha was shocked to suddenly find herself transported to a manor even more richly furnished and extravagant than her own, right when she’d been in the middle of chewing out her maid over some insufficiently polished silverware, but she didn’t have much time to recover before she was pitched into the game that would drastically alter the course of her life. The snobbish thirty-five-year-old was able to avoid taking any penalties in the first task, but unfortunately for her, her fellow contestants didn’t much appreciate her laziness and bad attitude (Samantha had never learned to develop much of a work ethic), and she was voted out at the end of the first day.

Although Mrs Deveraux cried and pleaded, the Magician wasn’t about to send her home without any ‘alterations’. With a magically imbued command, he ordered her never to pee or poop outside of her own pants again, much to her dismay. Not only that, he decided that a change in status would suit the entitled little woman, and with a snap of his fingers Samantha Deveraux went back to being Samantha Page; though she retained all her memories of her former life, in this new reality she’d never married Mr Deveraux, nor had she been born into a rich family herself. Instead she was employed as a maid at the manor she had once claimed as hers, confined to nappies and a frilly little maid’s outfit, under the strict supervision of the new lady of the house…

Samantha’s New Life

“Make sure that floor is spotless, potty-pants, or you won’t be getting your diaper changed before bed tonight.”

Samantha glared up at Hannah, Mrs Deveraux, through tear-filled eyes, but she didn’t dare stop her scrubbing. She knew the threat was genuine. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been sent to bed without a change, forced to spend the night in a soaked, or even stinky, nappy. It was hard to get to sleep in a cold, clammy pair of Pampers, let alone one with a big, smelly mess in the back.

Over the past few weeks, Samantha had had plenty of experience dealing with full diapers, but that didn’t mean she hated them any less. Of all the humiliating features of her new life, there was nothing she despised more than having to let go of her bladder into her pants, or worse, to squat and do a poo-poo in her own knickers. Only they weren’t knickers. Not anymore. The only thing Samantha wore over her bottom these days were the thick, adult-sized baby nappies she depended upon to keep herself from making a mess on the floor. Noisy and bulky, they forced her thighs apart and crinkled with every movement she made, a constant reminder of their presence.

Samantha scrubbed hard at the floor, making absolutely sure there wasn’t a speck of dirt to be seen. Her knees were sore from the amount of time she’d spent crawling around the kitchen, scouring the tiles, but she couldn’t afford to take a break if she wanted to get all her chores done before the end of her shift. Her breasts jostled in the loose-fitting blouse of her uniform, wobbling stupidly beneath her like they always did when she cleaned the floor. Her outfit was skimpy and slutty – Hannah said it was to give Mr Deveraux “something pretty to look at”, but whenever he saw her, Samantha’s former husband usually did little more than wrinkle his nose at the sight of the used diaper peeking out from under the hem of her dress. She knew the real reason was simply to humiliate her even more; there was no hiding her nappy in her outfit, and the sexiness of her uniform only served to clash ridiculously with her babyish underwear, turning her into even more of a joke.

Samantha’s tummy made a loud rumbling noise. Her diaper was already drenched with pee, and with a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realised she could feel the beginnings of a bowel movement coming on.

“Would you like a bathroom break, Sammy?” asked Hannah, with a faint smirk. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her work with a martini in her hand. “You can go and use the toilet if you want to. I’m not a monster.”

“No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” Samantha said, as politely as she could, not pausing in her scrubbing. She didn’t want to give Hannah any excuse to discipline her, but she couldn’t stop herself from scowling.

“No? Are you sure, sweetie? It sounds like you need to go potty.”

Samantha said nothing.

“Sammy…” Hannah said warningly. “I asked you a question. You need to go poopy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs Deveraux,” said Samantha, trying not to grit her teeth in anger.

“Then don’t you want to use the toilet?”

Samantha glared up at her former employee. Perhaps there was one thing she hated more than wearing nappies. “No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” she said sweetly, just as Hannah had trained her to do. “I’d rather keep working and use my pants.”

“Yuck!” said Hannah, clearly relishing the sight of her ex-boss acting so slavishly. “That’s disgusting, Sammy! But I suppose I should be grateful that I have such a diligent worker, shouldn’t I? Go ahead then. Fill your diaper, sweetie.”

For a moment Samantha considered saying no, getting up, ripping off her soggy nappy and flinging it in Hannah’s face. But she knew it would do her no good. It wouldn’t undo the Magician’s power, and it would only get her into huge trouble. Clenching her eyes shut, face burning with shame, she did as she was told. She grunted and pushed, and a second later the seat of her Pampers bulged out behind her. She grunted again and continued to wipe the floor while she pooped. All she could do was keep doing her chores, and hope that by the end of the day she’d have done enough work to get herself out of the now thoroughly dirty diaper hanging off her hips.

[eretzyisrael]

by Seth Mandel

Ossoff’s speech was in November, and it was an agonizingly grotesque spectacle. It was delivered amidst a shocking rise in anti-Semitism, displaying Ossoff’s penchant for rumormongering at a time of genuine danger for American Jews.

Esther Panitch, a Democrat who is Georgia’s only Jewish state legislator, has insisted on holding her party’s feet to the fire on anti-Semitism. What she told the Times about the Kemp-vs.-Ossoff question sums up the awakening of American Jewish resolve and self-respect since Oct. 7, 2023: “Kemp has done things that I am fighting against every day. But it is a different level of betrayal that Ossoff has committed.”

In her memoirs, Golda Meir recounts how, with the war looming in 1948, the sheer amount of arms and ammunition needed by Israel’s defenders required the kind of immediate financial support that could only be provided by American Jews. “The Egyptian government can vote a budget to aid our antagonists,” Meir told a gathering of prospective Jewish donors in Chicago. “The Syrian government can do the same. We have no governments. But we have millions of Jews in the Diaspora, and exactly as I have faith in our youngsters in Palestine so I have faith in the Jews of the United States.”

Her faith was rewarded; the Jews of America came through. They did so after Meir made a statement that has echoed especially loudly ever since Hamas pierced Israel’s sense of security and ignited in the world an overt campaign to wipe the Jewish state off the map.

“You cannot decide whether we should fight or not. We will. The Jewish community in Palestine will raise no white flag for the mufti,” Meir said, referring to the leader of Palestinian Arab nationalism, Amin al-Husseini, who served as a Nazi official in Berlin during the war. “That decision is taken. Nobody can change it. You can only decide one thing: whether we shall be victorious in this fight or whether the mufti will be victorious.”

The Jewish state did not ask for its current fight with Hamas, but its brave soldiers will raise no white flag. And the Jews of Georgia won’t ask them to. Nor will they ask the young American Jews on college campuses to raise a white flag to their own pursuers. The attempt to banish American Jews from public life is ongoing and in some ways intensifying. The American Jewish community must be awake to the threat, even if Jon Ossoff isn’t.

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Such a Noble Sacrifice, you say? Fanfic Snippet One

Chloe looked around the building. She had long since tuned out Miss Bustier’s ramblings.

She didn’t need a tour of a building she knew almost like the back of her hand.

Her father had worked here for god knows how long. She didn’t really need to be here. Still she’d come, Adrien was here. And her friends. Besides, she didn’t want to cause her father any unnecessary stress.

However just because she was attending the trip, didn’t mean she had to stay with the class. So she took the opportunity to quietly slip away from them and slowly creep up the stairs to her fathers office. It’s not like they were paying attention to her anyway.

She honestly didn’t even know how her father was still mayor. He should’ve retired from the job, god knows how long ago. Well to be fair to say Chloe didn’t know why, was a lie. It was the hell Paris had been put into. Hawkmoth and Mayura. With this new problem came a hell of a lot more paperwork for people.

It was one of the things Chloe had overheard her parents talk about, that she wasn’t supposed to hear.

She stood outside her parents bedroom at home. The door was open a crack, a stream of light flooding into the dark hallway. A contrast of golden warm light against the cold white moon outside the window.

“Th-They’ve asked me to continue on as Mayor.” Her father whispered softly.

“Wh-What?!” Her mother replied.

Her tone was one of shock. But also worry seeping in. Chloe could only stand by the door, looking out the window into the night. It was always a bad thing when her mother started speaking and her voice began to waver.

It was a full moon tonight and the moon was visible in all its pale cold glory. The stars glinting bright, from where she lived. One of the perks of no longer directly living in the city centre of Paris. She got to see the stars. They typically kept her company on nights like this.

“Yes…Until this whole magic thing is over. You know the one calling himself Hawkmoth.”

“Andre, you can’t! You were supposed to retire this year. You know what the doctors said.”

Chloe dared to take a peek in. Andre was sat on his bed, cane lying against a drawer. His hand clutching the covers of the bed; knuckles nearly white from what Chloe knew now as stress. With grey wavy hair covering his eyes.

Audrey was stood up, resting against the wardrobe. The golden light catching her greying hair. Her arms were crossed and she was looking up to the ceiling. A brace on her wrist and she was biting at her nail slightly.

“I…..I don’t have a choice in this. No say in the matter.” Andre continued.

“What on Earth do you mean?! You have no say in the matter? Of course you do. You can say no.”

“The prime minister…...He called. Said he wanted no part in it. Then the president called…..he said the same thing. He also said I’m in control of Paris now. I can get final say on things and it’s my responsibility to keep things in check.”

“How can you keep things in check when you’re not well! I’m not well! I mean we don’t know when this thing will end. It could be years!”

“I……

“We could be in our fifties by the time they’re gone. Or even older!”

“I…..I don’t know what to do myself. I’m just…..tired.”

Chloe couldn’t really remember the rest of the conversation. Something about a council vote to also keep her father as mayor. Still she had heard enough of those conversations in her life to know enough.

She got to the doors and took a peak in. And to no surprise, there sat her father behind his desk writing and typing away. It was a far too familiar sight to her. Her father sat behind a desk of some kind, reading something.

Chloe breathed out. It was sad. And not in a “get a life way” But in a genuinely sad way. Her perspective after all these years was that her father was in servitude to his work. It held significance, and was more important than him. Then his time, then what he wanted. More important than his own health. The amount of hours he had spent in slavish devotion to complete such a massive amount of work was ridiculous. It had far surpassed anything else she knew. Even more time than Uncle Gabriel spent lamenting over Aunt Emilie’s death. Which was a near impossible feat.

Anyway, she pushed the door open a little and stepped in. Her bag clutched in her hands. Her steps were soft against the polished wood; like a mirror reflecting a harsh truth only Chloe was truly aware of.

It took a moment for her father to notice, a small mumbling coming from him, before he looked up.

“Chloe!” Andre said with a soft smile. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Yeah…..” Chloe said quietly.

She popped her bag on the desk, and sat next to it. Her legs dangling off the desk.

“It’s nice to see you-

That’s when Chloe noticed it. Her fathers brows furrowed as his fatigued brain slowly worked to figure something out. Before eventually it clicked.

“What are you doing here? You should be at school!” He muttered.

His tone was changing from soft to quiet and slightly panicked. Her father was never able to raise his voice in any anger. Towards anyone. Especially not her or her mother though. So instead of anger or even frustration, a panic entered his tone. A pleading. A pitiful pleading would enter his voice. A desperate plea to be listened to. A plea to even be heard.

“Papa…It’s fine-

“It’s not fine! You’re here when you should be-

“It’s the day of the trip, remember? Each week we’re taking a trip to different places. Something about careers and history.”

“Ahhh….” Andre settled.

“Yeah…..you and Rose's dad signed off on it, remember?”

It was pointless to ask really if he did remember.

“Ahhh….yes…”

He didn’t.

“Still,” he began changing the subject slightly.

“You should be with the rest of the class. Not wandering off.”

“Papa…” Chloe groaned.

“I’m not gonna get lost….You know that.”

Andre sighed, before smiling sadly.

“I…I know….But you should stay with the rest of the class. You can stay with me for now, but I don’t want you wandering off on anymore school trips. I know what you and Felix can be like.”

“Okay.” She laughed.

Chloe smiled and looked over to the cup on her fathers desk. Half full, but no steam rising from it.

“Decaffeinated, huh?” She asked, pointing to it.

“Unfortunately.” He grumbled.

“I mean really, one more cup of coffee won’t do any harm.”

“I suppose….you should probably eat something though.”

“Hmm…I guess I am feeling a little hungry.”

Chloe smiled and turned to her bag, searching excitedly through it. Her hand pushed aside countless makeup containers, and her purse. A few stray bobbles locked into a tin, were shoved aside as she reached for something. All the while, Andre looked on, confused as he was unable to see what she was searching for.

Soon enough, Chloe plucked the thing she’d been searching for, out of her bag. Before slowly shoving it into her fathers arms.

“I…ehh, stopped by…. A bakery on my way to school. I figured you might want something.”

She watched in anticipation, as her father held it in his hands. He looked at it with curiosity as to what to do with it; As if he had never held a pastry before in his life. He briefly looked up, before looking back down.

“A croissant….” He said softly as he held the pastry.

He held it in his hand, before tearing off a small piece and eating it.

“Better than nothing…..” Chloe thought.

She smiled softly, before her eyes were drawn to the opening of the door. As two heads of blonde hair peaked in.

“Oh look, the Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee are here.” Chloe grumbled.

“Hey!” Felix protested.

He shoved his way through, heading straight for Chloe.

“I am not dumb! That’s very funny, especially coming from you!” He added. “You’ve got your head in the clouds most of the time, Alice in Wonderland!”

Adrien was the next one to come barging into the mayor's office.

“Wait for me Felix. You always leave me behind.” He huffed.

“Ha! See, you’re just as bad.” Chloe laughed as she pulled Felix’s wrist.

All while Felix kept trying to shove Adrien away with his other free hand.

“Could you three please quiet it down…..just a little? I’ve got a bit of a headache.” Andre spoke eventually.

Chloe stopped for first, letting go of Felix’s wrist. To which Felix stood up and Adrien finally managed to shove his way between them both.

“Sorry dad.” She mumbled softly.

“Thank you.”

[doomed-silly]

I fear I need to defend Amane on a public platform

Amane isn't evil!!!!!!

Obligatory my personal analysis and stance or whatever (although I think a lot of milgram audience members just don't understand the difference between using context to support your claims and treating context as debatable)

(I'm also not treating this like a thesis speech or anything because I've ranted about this enough that I'm not gonna treat this like it needs to be perfectly punctuated and shit)

The amount of people I see demonize this poor girl is crazy. Like do yall seriously think she's doing everything she's doing maliciously?

First off Amane is following what people voted her (well all the characters are and this post is for amane but I see the muu haters too dw) she's seen going against her beliefs and helping out the cat and the viewers voted her guilty (yes I'm aware at the time people didn't understand the impact of voting etc etc). So she retreats back to her cult because she's scared and needs some form of stability after being punished as far as the system will allow. Then in trial 2 her song is literally called PURGE march and she's voted innocent. And people get surprised she purged shidou? Like. Yeah. Duh. I'm not saying she's justified but? Why is anyone acting like that was out of left field. And is this malicious? In a sense yes but it's not like she hates him just to hate him. He is quite literally the epitome of what goes against what she's been taught. And the whole thing that spurred her on was breaking the rules around medical care. She's in prison actively facing physical harm (not to mention all the trauma milgram would inflict) and she sees a physical manifestation of what led her to end up here.

I don't think people get exactly HOW MUCH indoctrination she's gone through. Irl you can see it with kids growing up Christian and how much trauma it can give them. People try to say she didn't kill her mom in self defense and it was religious fanaticism. And? Hey guys.... I hate to say it... she's experiencing religious psychosis and it's on full display in trial 3. She needs a reason to justify what she did and she defaulted to her religion. And it circles back to shidou. She's not going "mmmm shidous annoying kill em" he is actively breaking the rules of her religion and after being affirmed when she discusses purging the sinners. She purged the sinners. Obviously that's not sane or rational but again. Religious psychosis. And on top of that I believe in her own way she's trying to help mahiru. Mahiru is being treated by shidou which to her is a sin so she's trying to free her from shidous influence in a way.

And let's move onto fuuta. Because I do NOT trust a lot of fuuta fans. I've seen someone in a tiktok comment section defend fuuta saying he's not old enough to know what he did was wrong and that 20 is barely over being an adult etc etc. Like guys I hate to break it to you he is a grown man with dick and balls he's not a helpless baby. That's not to say I blame him for being indoctrinated obviously but I also don't see the point in demonizing amane. In her head she is helping fuuta and offering him salvation she is being good. I mean obviously she's not but she doesn't see it that way because her trial 2 verdict cemented her stance.

The amount of people I see demonizing amane and then babying fuuta is ASTONISHING cause they'll fight tooth and nail to analyze him and defend him when A LOT of their defenses mirror what you would use to defend Amane.

I hate the way this fandom treats women (honestly fandom culture in general) genuinely I can't understand how people look at the consequences of trial 2 and act as if it's all some shocking event that no one could have prevented. Like I hate to say it but after voting amane guilty in trial 1 there was 0 way to help her. The only way to help the group as a majority would be to vote her guilty Trial 2. The voters are directly influencing the story and it's annoying seeing everyone act like Amane ended up this way out of nowhere. I mean it's also explicitly stated you can vote under literally any basis including just disliking a character so I'm specifically discussing voters who are trying to cause the least amount of damage

As for going forward idk how to vote her. I'll have to see her MV for trial 3 but it also depends on the consequences of trial 3. The popular theory seems to be people voted guilty will be executed and if im voting with that in mind everyone's getting inno. If people are still gonna be affected by the votes like trial 1 to 2 and 2 to 3 I'd have to see how far she'll take her cult and to who.

Anyways I will defend girls to my last breath or at least explain their character. Toodles!

(I didn't mention much of the content in the voice dramas because I have my thoughts on how milgram gets information to the viewer. Which I think is a hot take. I'll probably still post about it lol.)

[lakesbian]

“I think… I might change my vote,” I voiced the thought aloud as I formed it. There were looks of surprise from everyone present, excepting the dogs.  Lisa, especially, rocked back a little in reaction to my statement.

RARE LISA WILBOURN SURPRISED MOMENT. i like the consistent underlying thing during these early arcs where lisa is like "i can manipulate-fix her" and then taylor either doesn't do things lisa thinks she's going to do or does do things lisa thinks she won't. it's like. not constant. but it's juuust frequent enough that you can tell lisa is really getting Into Something with the type of person that taylor hebert is. i can't personally accurately speculate as to how much lisa is reading taylor's motives here/what specific way she's surprised but i will try to recount the timeline of lisa's shit day from her perspective...

she sends taylor off to hang out w/ brian thinking "surely they will get together or at least flirt and this will more closely bond taylor to the team + make her happy :)." while they're gone, she gets a call from coil telling her the undersiders need to party-crash the big PRT event, and something about this call is threatening enough that she interprets it as a test of her (& the rest of the team's) value, wherein a failure to be valuable to coil would obviously be very bad for her ability to retain the amount of leash he's currently giving her. i suspect that the 250k per person amount she tells the team is available may have been negotiated by her--knowing that she would need a massive carrot to get the undersiders to agree to the plan--rather than immediately offered by coil. and then she has to cancel taylor & brian's date early to tell them about this insane job idea, to which everyone immediately dismisses her while she's visibly acting subdued and upset. and then for some reason the girl she's trying to manipulate-fix, whom she had pegged as turning down the job, goes Yeah Sure Let's Do It.

i think it's probably likely that lisa was in part upset by coil randomly upping what's required from them in a way that she was certain would scare taylor off & interrupt her manipulation-fixing plans. the genuine shock at taylor going Sure Let's Do It very much comes off as her moping-in-advance being interrupted. she doesn't give any indicator as to whether or not she's aware of taylor's reasoning (wanting to get info on coil after the mission and then dip) after she asks taylor why she changed her mind, but knowing lisa i wouldn't be surprised if she at least suspects and is simply too busy trying to formulate how to get them all out of going to forever jail to dwell on it

[milf--adjacent]

I love doing 3 perfect counters in a row and getting a liberal to block me because they'd rather stick their fingers in their ears than deal with the cognitive dissonance of voting for the lEsSeR eViL for "good reasons" that I present through stating easily confirmable facts. Just like the average white supremacist, the average liberal centers their comfort and illusions of power in their political actions. To force them to confront this is to shock them into reality, and most simply ignore that for the comfortable lie that any amount of genuine evil can be used for good.

[princemick]

It’s crazy that the American struggled to pick a good president. But I’m not shocked the American from my uni course struggled to understand why we were voting for people we didn’t support because we wanted Tory’s out. Like I did explain even though I believe in Green Party policies I will have to vote labour since my area is labour and I don’t want to waste my vote in case the tories suddenly grow in popularity in my area (they didn’t). Anyway he voted for independent even though he didn’t want trump to win because that’s what he believed in and he knew that was going to be bad he didn’t care.

I can only point to the deeply ingrained exeptionalism and individualism that the usamerican culture is almost built upon. I'm saying this while knowing I also live in a deeply ingrained 'me culture' but the us is so built upton the idea of your beliefs and your thoughts being valid that even in moments like this people can't comprehend not voting what you believe in.

here, people that are deeply far left, a lot of my friends, me, we votes for the center left party for the fear the right wing parties would win. even then they won but the center left party got a massive amount of more votes. not all but a lot of us put our principles aside, if that was good or bad idk.

i think it all has to do with the ideas you're raised with and even then. if all third party voters voted for harris trump would've probably still won. this is not a left dem problem, its a problem of the amount of usamericans that genuinely believe in trumps ideology

[moldsporr]

I'm voting Kotoko Guilty this round for quite a few reasons. First off, the only other two characters who have been voted guilty are Haruka and Muu. Yk. Minors. Who are already in a shitty mindset, who's verdict will most likely make that worse? Yeah. I would rather not have them beat up by Kotoko. And she WOULD beat them up- she would have beat up Amane if she hadn't been stopped, and Amane is much younger than Haruka and Muu.

I don't even mind her fighting injustice to feel good about herself. I mean, she's still fighting injustice. Regardless of her personal feelings about it, she's still doing good things. It's the way she goes about it that worries me. The article she was reading on her phone states that "more violence than necessary was used". Of course, the article could always be biased, but Kotoko has shown herself to be a violent person. Her call to us to vote everyone else in Milgram as Guilty, regardless of their crime, is a request for us to give her permission to make them her enemy and crush them. She would apply the same amount of force to, say, Yuno- someone who simply had an abortion because she didn't want the baby- as a person who kidnapped a child.

Kotoko sees everything in black and white. Yuno's "crime" of an abortion is just as evil as Haruka's crime of murder. Here's a reminder of the character's crimes (from my understanding):

Haruka: killed out of desperation to be seen, to have his mother finally acknowledge him after he wasn't good enough (ie, neurotypical) to keep up with the other kids.

Yuno: Had an abortion because she didn't want the baby. She didn't have some tragic reason why, she had a normal life. She was simply doing as she pleased.

Fuuta: Took part in cancel culture, which ended up doxxing a minor and she took her own life. He didn't want to accept responsibility for this, but it was clearly weighing on his mind.

Muu: She bullied others with her friends, and then her friends turned on her. She reached out to a classmate for help, but didn't receive any. Muu stabbed her in a panic, after alluding to either her or the classmate dying at the end of all of this.

Shido: Medical malpractice ? I think ? It's still not clear to me idk

Mahiru: Abused her boyfriend until he offed himself due to her sheltered life and toxic positivity. She feels as though she can't change, and she wants someone to love even if it hurts both of them.

Kazui: Lied about romantically loving his wife so that he could fit in to society at large. When he finally opened up about his feelings, the shock of it all caused his wife to end her life. He cared for her, but can't continue lying like this.

Amane: Killed her abuser, and is clinging to religion to both justify it to herself and comfort herself.

Mikoto: Still unclear whether he or John did the murder, how many murders there were, who was murdered, etc. The focus isn't exactly on the murder, moreso how mentally ill people are pushed to their limit with no support or help from others and the unhealthy coping mechanisms that can arise from that.

She tells us to throw away our sympathy. But understanding and kindness and sympathy are so so so important- not just in Milgram, but everywhere else, too. Yes, these are just characters, but a popular theory is that they represent societal issues. And I do believe that's true. They may not be real, but they represent real problems real people face. By ignoring the nuance, we blindly swing at whatever we're told is "guilty". Kotoko only attacked the prisoners we announced as Guilty. She won't act on her own moral code, merely the law. We are the law in Milgram, so she follows us.

I adore Kotoko, but her mindset is genuinely dangerous. While this is unlikely (cough, Amane) I hope her Guilty vote will help her. But it probably won't- Guilty votes destroy a person. But I can't vote her Innocent, either. I don't forgive her for her black and white thinking. Thus, she is Guilty to me. I'm very curious how she'll develop after this. I'm a little scared, too, but oh well.

[sea-lanterns]

The amount of people wanting to be bred genuinely shocked me. I didn't even really understand it until you explained it to me and even still I'm surprised by just how much of a minority aren't into it in this fish tank. I definitely understand it more though now, after you explained it, so I raise:

To the people who voted to do the breeding, would you be cool explaining to someone who it's kinda lost on? I wanna understand more about it and why it's a thing.

Dominant/Switch sapphics who are into breeding other women, this question is for you ;)

[666writingcafe]

Good News, Everyone!

A Group Chat With All The Characters

Author's Note: The first time I played through this part of the season, I thought, "why can't I/MC compete in the bloody moon contest?" So, this is me indulging.

Asmo: Guess what I just heard!

Asmo: There's going to be a BLOODY MOON at the end of the month!

Asmo: *grinning emoji*

Belphie: You got to be joking.

Satan: Unfortunately, he's being serious. The meteorologist just reported it this morning.

Belphie: *gif of someone groaning*

Belphie: I'm STILL exhausted from the last go-around.

MC: What's special about a bloody moon?

Solomon: It's a moon that demons have worshipped since ancient times.

Satan: ^

Levi: In recent years, RAD has held a special assembly on the first night of the bloody moon.

Lucifer: The entire student body decides who the most honored and respected demons are.

MC: So, it's a popularity contest. No wonder Asmo's excited.

Asmo: Hey! *angry emoji*

Beel: It didn't use to be that way, you know. People actually took it quite seriously.

Belphie: But now everyone simply votes on who they like the best, despite whether they act honorable or not.

MC: Which means that Diavolo wins every time.

Mammon: And Lucifer always places second, the lucky bastard.

Lucifer: Watch your language.

Diavolo: I have an announcement to make.

Asmo: Is it about the bloody moon?

Diavolo: Yes. This year, I want to try something different.

Asmo: *questioning sticker*

Barbatos: A couple weeks into the original exchange program, the newspaper club conducted a popularity contest under Lord Diavolo's orders. He wanted to see if anyone would vote for the exchange students if he made them eligible candidates.

Simeon: Solomon and Luke made the top ten.

Barbatos: Precisely.

Diavolo: Which is why I want to allow them to participate in this year's bloody moon contest.

MC: *angry squawking crow sticker*

MC: *angry squawking crow sticker*

MC: *angry squawking crow sticker*

Mammon: Clearly MC does NOT like the idea...

MC: No, because the moment you announce it to the entire student body, everyone's gonna be like, "well, he's just doing it for MC", because let's be honest, neither of the angels are going to win, and people are wary enough of Solomon that he probably doesn't have a shot, and so they're going to just roll their eyes at the whole thing and take me less seriously because you make all of these exceptions for a mere human that shouldn't even be here in the first place.

Satan: *shocked emoji*

Levi: *shocked emoji*

Mammon: Wow.

Asmo: *eeek sticker*

Diavolo: I am not making this decision lightly, MC.

MC: Sure you're not. It's going to be your birthday celebration all over again, and I'm tired of you forcing me into the spotlight.

Belphie: *gif of someone eating popcorn*

Luke: *questioning sticker*

Diavolo: I will have you know that in the short amount of time since the bloody moon was announced, I've overheard SEVERAL conversations from ALL SORTS of demons that were wanting to write you in as an option for the contest.

Diavolo: You have garnered a lot of respect, especially after midterms. People genuinely like you, and I WANT you to see that.

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MC: Fine.

MC: But I'm competing honestly.

Solomon: I'll certainly throw my hat in the ring.

Simeon: I'll join in as well.

Simeon: Luke says he does not want to compete but wonders if he can still vote.

Diavolo: *thumbs up emoji*

Barbatos: Are all of the brothers participating?

Belphie: I'd rather not, but it's not like I have much of a choice.

Mammon: At least you have the option! I got banned after the last bloody moon!

Lucifer: Because you cheated.

Solomon: *laughing emoji*

Lucifer: I do not appreciate you laughing at me.

Solomon: I just find it amusing that you get on Mammon for his language and cheating and yet remain silent when MC tears Diavolo a new one.

Lucifer: MC was simply voicing their concerns.

Solomon: Yeah, okay.

Solomon: Couldn't be because you're so head over heels in love with MC that you'd let them get away with murder.

Asmo: DAAAAMN!

Levi: ^

Satan: I'd sleep with one eye open for the next few nights, Solomon.

Belphie: ^

Simeon: *smirking emoji*

MC: You all are nuts.

[gardengnosticator]

there's something intensely paradoxical to the nature of the american political establishment to engage in outright fabrication of rural, working class histories for members of its structure. the amount of career politicians funneled into every facet of american government love to hide their nepotism, their trust funds, their families donations to top class universities to cosplay as hard working citizens who earned their positions through some kind of magical blue collar to white collar bootstrap narrative.

yet when genuine articles of this kind of story come about, like xi jinping who went from a farmer to successfully engaging in rural party establishments, after numerous failures (he was rejected from communist youth league eight times) to boot to eventually being voted into power as the general secretary it is framed as somehow indicative of how backwards and nonintellectual chinese politics is. i mean it's not paradoxical it's just racism but still, the upfront double standard is still incredibly shocking to encounter time and time again.

[theholidayslingerlikebadperfume]

anyways, im not saying to cut off support for any cause. i am saying yall cant act shocked when people stop caring as much about helping a group of people who engaged in voter supression tactics that were despicable call attention to anything. like, im seeing so many terrible ass takes on here that basically amount to "it doesnt matter how you're treated. good people will want to help everyone no matter what" and i just dont agree with that.

sure, in theory, that's the way it should work. but people are people ruled by emotion and being mean and telling people to kill themselves for voting for a democrat is like not the way to get people to help you. im sorry but nobody wants to work with anyone who thinks voting for democrats is a bad thing worthy of dying for.

yall were on here saying things like kill yourself for voting for the democratic nominee and wondering why ppl are put off of any movement you've attached yourself to.

you know who else thinks democratic voters should kill themselves? racist republicans. yall exposed your conservative mentality when yall behaved like this and are shocked that nobody who is a real progressive wants to work with you???? why???? why are you surprised?????????

why do you think good people should put up with abuse to help those in need?

genuinely ask yourselves that and seek fucking help if you can't see why that mentality is fucked.

[satirn]

For the IZ asks: 16, 17, and 30 pls :3

[ ask game in question ]

16: Favorite Tallest of the four?

if you know me youd know already that i hate all of the tallest, theyre good characters in that they do their job of making me hate them !! though if i had to choose outta the four, id go with tallest Miyuki. to me shes very Girlboss Building Her Empire™️ ykwim? she feels like she would rope me into a MLM scheme she runs lol, very avon or mary kay or smth. she feels the most like, intimidating i guess, like she was meant for a place in royalty or somthing yk? very cool. very glad she got eaten by that blob thing though. :D

17: Favorite thing about Invader Zim?

answered this [here]

30: What do you think an Irkens blood color is?

OHHH HOOHHH I HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT THIS ONE. and im mostly refering to this poll as my mesurement of the fandom and i am genuinely shocked blue got the lowest amount of votes. i get where the ppl who think its pink are coming from but i am coming at this question biologically speaking and metaphorically speaking.

k so, in real life, there are animals that exist that have blue colored blood, mostly cephelopods/lobsters and sometimes [you guessed it], BUGS! [rollypollys and spiders have blue blood]. i took real life knowlege of animals into account when making my version of irken anatomy.[WHICHSOMEONESHOULDASKMEABOUT-], anyways, human skin and fat, like pure skin/fat itself, is a transparent[ish] yellow[this is why (unmelanited) skin is a light orange/peach]. blue + yellow is green[besides my irkens lean more towards a turquoise then green anyways].

dont even get me started on my color metaphors in my headcanons/works.

human blood is red, a color I assosiate with irkens and zim especially. red's color connotation says that red is a color of passion, anger, life(pay attention to this last one it will come in handy if you read my works hehe).

irken blood i headcanon as blue, a color assosiated with dib [listen ive got the zadr worms on the brain okay??]. Zim and Dib were always suposed to be on the same level, a stalemate, yk? i use this part of them to represent that, that they ultimately are the same. theres a way to express this in better terms but i cant think of it rn :P

anyways, something something soulmates, something something chained to the narrative, something something bound to be together by fate. [i explore more of this idea in my 「SHADES OF YOU」 au if you are curious] (always be pluggin' /q)

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the amount of people on this site who by all appearances genuinely believe that 14yos on twitter are responsible for societal sex negativity is wild...someone being cringe rude or uncouth doesn’t indicate that they’re masterminding every problem that plagues our world and this may shock you but that goes double for people who can’t even vote

its crazy how many people will reflexively blame teenagers for literally anything. i dont think the puriteens are instituting porn bans guys i think theyre fourteen. i dont think the teen girls on tiktok are 'reinventing gender roles' i think maybe , bear with me here, they're getting these gender roles, from some sort of Society, that they live in. why are people so intent on blaming teenagersx for everything dont they have it shitty enoguh arleady. they have to go high school