#to make them violate me and fuck me to pieces because i need it so so much

[witherbythesword]

I feel like a fucking feral animal that needs to be pinned down by the throat and stabbed.. i mean fucked argh no what i wanted to say.. is i need to be fucking sta

[inkskinned]

i don't mean to sound ungrateful, but as a content creator on this site, there's a part of me that's like. they absolutely just stole my work.

i'm not, like, unaware that tumblr has been shuffling downhill for years now. sometimes i play with the idea of switching platforms, turning myself into the shark. i often get tens of thousands of notes - i could be "doing numbers" on a platform that actually pays me to do so. i could have statistics that i could use to sell myself, i could rebrand and make content pay-to-play and make brand deals. i could have the other life, i mean.

but i don't want to. i like the quiet nature of tumblr. i like that it still feels like i'm writing poetry, not like i'm fulfilling ad spots. i like the community, and that i can sometimes still take someone by surprise and write something that really speaks to them. i like the tags and reading things like oh of course it's fucking inkskinned i love you inkskinned you gay mess. my girlfriend recently told me that people tag things "inkskinned" because they assume it is similar to tagging "creative writing". that's wild. i made this word up when i was 19, and have always assumed people tag me in things so i read it (and i often do). i have nothing but love and gratitude for you all, for this tiny scoop of family.

and i haven't made any money off it. i had opportunities, and i turned them down. i could have sold this thing like a thousand times. i thought about moving my work elsewhere - over and over and over i thought about it. i weighed each option specifically. but my tumblr felt like ... it's for you guys, only. if you're still here and reading this, you deserve to do it for free.

tumblr has now, most likely, skimmed my work (and yours) in order to make money. i will never see a single cent for that violation. something about landlords, i guess - my work pays their rent.

i just lost my job on valentine's day, and am working on scrambling for solutions. i am writing this to a blog that they will probably scrape with AI. and like, what number to do you think it was? do you think it was only a couple hundred thousand? no way it was close to a million, right? my time, effort, energy - it belongs to someone else now. how many silver pieces for them to completely sell out their user base.

and it's kind of like - funny? when it isn't very-sad. because i personally don't know what to do, ya know? i might as well move to a different platform, where my efforts are ai-scraped but could eventually pay me. where i know my privacy is the cost - but it could result in actual money. anyway. i need to figure out how i'm paying for meds. i need to email like six people about COBRA benefits.

my work is powering someone else's AI. it will be a beautiful fabricated poem, made from words i've already said.

[cowboy-robooty]

MY LE AWEZOME ANGEL DEMON HETALIA AU!!!!!!!!!!!! now lots of this art is old as shit because ive had this in the making for forever.... but its better to unveil it now rather than never amiright? i have a lot more art for this au already drawn and I'll post it later but heres the basic rundown intro to dis world (me trying my best to condense it as much as I can) ^_^

CHARACTERS:

Italy: He's an exorcist with his older brother Romano. They work at a dingy church managed by Hungary and Austria and they both suck at exorcising demons (that's why their church looks like a piece of shit). Italy is a fucking pussy and almost dies all the time, especially because Romano keeps giving him all the ultra scary hardcore demons since he's like "ermm fratello you take this one. i did like 60 easy demons last week go do this one that will definitely kill me". He has Germany wrapped around his finger since one day when he was tasked with exorcising a super scary demon he didn't have enough to sacrifice to successfully summon an angel to come to his aid, so in a fit of panic he instead tried summoning a demon. Germany is the one who appeared and helped out Italy and also generally feels worried for Italy because he's like "how the fuck have you even survived this long?". And now Italy just always summons Germany for help and general bullshit because he found out Germany will literally do anything and goes out of his way to help out Italy and is way cheaper to summon than an angel. He keeps Germany a secret from Austria and Hungary though since they'd FREAK if they knew he had a demon helping him out with literally everything. Italy does exorcisms because he has a goal of ascending his soul to become an angel to reunite with grandpa rome, since as a child him and romano were raised by grandpa rome as their guardian angel. Germany is now helping him out with that goal and also providing him company and cookies. Itager is real but that will be explained more later. His holy item is rosary beads with a cross attached. When an angel weilds it then the beads become a safety wrist strap and the cross becomes a white flag. But in times of need and great synergy it can also become a scythe.

Romano: Italy's older brother who works as an exorcist alongside him. His exorcisms suck for the opposite reason Italy's does. Instead of being too lenient he beats the shit out of demons for pleasure. There's etiquette to exorcisms and Romano does not follow that shit at all. His ass is still crucifying and throwing lighter fluid on demons even after they've completely given up and are waving white flags. Because of this, this actually violates the rules of battles between demons and angels (since you're supposed to stop once the other party admits defeat) and thus in the end gives a penalty which gives them a free pass to fulfill the human's wish with no intervention despite how Romano beat them. He's such a fail exorcist because he fails every exorcism since he gets too into beating demons senseless and then when he encounters an actual scary high level demon he shits his pants and forces Italy to fight them. His ultimate goal is to ascend his soul with his brother in order to reunite with grandpa rome as well. But actually secretly the reason he wants to ascend isn't to reunite to grandpa rome, but rather to reunite with Spain. Since grandpa rome mainly focused on Italy while Spain ended up actually being a guiding figure in Romano's life despite him not officially doing the Guardian Angel program with him. Prumano is also real but that's to be explained later. His holy item isn't holy at all it's just a normal bag of salt. Sometimes he mixes glitter with the salt.

Germany: He's a demon that has just recently come of age. He's a really low ranking demon because of this and only lives within the first circle of hell. He has to provide for not just himself but also his brother Prussia who is a fail demon who sucks at all the jobs he gets and basically was bumming around on couches and shit until Germany came of age and was sent to hell. Prussia acted as a mentor and older brother figure when they were both growing up and Germany thought for sure that Prussia became an angel so he was heartbroken when he was chosen as a demon. But then he found Prussia immediately in hell and is taking responsibility of having his back because they have a strong sibling bond together. His sense of responsibility and competative nature of the job market is why he was the only demon willing to fulfill a summonings request for a priest, since he really needed the money to keep him and Prussia afloat. Him and Italy form a genuine close bond though, and Italy makes a "deal with the devil" later on.

Prussia: He's an absolute fail demon who can't get any of his jobs done so he relies on Germany to make all their money to survive in hell. He usually tags along with Germany when he goes to the human world because he's bored and LOVES the human shit (especially Arbys). This is against the rules, since angels and demons can only go to the human world if they're summoned. But also Prussia is a low-ranking demon who lives in the worst circle of hell, so it's like someone going missing in New York City; people aren't really going to notice. This backfires on him though since whenever he tags along to the human world with Germany he always ends up running into Romano. At first his and Romano's relationship is a pretty painful one since Romano can beat the shit out of Prussia as he likes since Prussia is not in the human world for work, so he can't give Romano any penalties for beating the shit out of him. So really it's just Romano terrorizing Prussia every time he goes to the human world for Arbys. But eventually they fall into a routine together and the initial thrill of beating up a demon as much as he likes wears off on Romano since Prussia keeps giving the same reactions. They end up becoming friends, although Romano would never admit this because he keeps adamantly proclaiming he hates demons and hopes they all die.

Russia: Russia is an exorcist who works at a church run by China. He works alongside America and Canada as fellow exorcists. Him and America have a never ending rivalry because America keeps accusing him of being a satanist. This is true though since Russia actually bats for both teams. He's a priest when it's beneficial for him to be a priest and a satanist when it's beneficial to be a satanist. He usually is a priest though since they're on the winning team. He also doesn't have to sacrifice anything to summon his angels, since he has the baltics as angels that he can summon at will for no charge (because they're terrified of him). Honestly he isn't all that much better than Italy and Romano at his job either, since he constantly scares off clients and has questionable practices. He does this line of work because he just enjoys this line of work and loves all the friends he can make in it. His holy item is a Bible which has a book mark in it. That bookmark marks the spot that separated the holy verses and the satanic verses in his "bible". When he recites these verses they give magical buffs to the demon/angel he is reciting them for. He also has a holy magic metal pipe of pain which is just a metal pipe that he baptized (nobody knows if it actually has holy power in it, since everyone gets knocked out from it instantly).

America: He works alongside Russia in exorcisms and usually they both suck at their job because they constantly tag along with each other to try to one up another. This makes them end up sucking at what they do. He's a priest because he likes feeling like a hero and feels triumph in fighting for "justice". He had England as his guardian angel as a child, but rebelled against him in his teens by denouncing God when he had his emo phase. Now he obviously grew out of it and is a priest now, but his relationship with England is strained because of the emo phase. He's a priest, but always argues against England that he's doing it for himself, not because of England's mentoring since he doesn't even want to ascend his soul. Although ascending would totally be super neat and the most befitting reward for a hero... **looks around**. His holy item is his bottle of holy water. He can splash the water in the air and the water droplets will turn into biblically accurate angel eyes that can shoot rays of light at enemies (super awesome lazer eyes).

England: He's a pretty high ranking angel that acted as America's guardian angel for a while. Not much to say here since I've already explained most of what he has done in America's description. In this AU England sees America as his stupid annoying favorite child son.

France: Not much to say here either. He was Canada's guardian angel as a child and that's about it for priest AU specific lore. He constantly is bickering and fighting with England. Him and England torment Germany because they think that he's a evil demon that infected Italy's mind and a sly bastard for doing work for a PRIEST when an angel is supposed to be helping Italy out. Neither of them think Italy is to blame for Germany and Italy's involvement with each other because Germany is ugly and ugly people are always wrong.

Spain: He basically acted as Romano's guardian angel despite the fact he really wasn't his at all. He mistakenly thought he was assigned him and took up the role, but ended up getting attached and sticking around to raise Romano anyways. He's pretty carefree and just like Spain in the show of course. He has a bad habit of forgetting to mention extremely crucial information though.

China: He runs the church that America, Russia, and Canada work at. He doesn't believe in God at all and is a Buddhist. But he runs the church because to him it's like his corner store business (like a 7/11 but with less mess). He takes care of the finances and such of the church and really does treat the church as if it's just his corner store he owns. This causes China to do a lot of special business events that force Austria and Hungary's church to compete against them since they need money too and if China's going to have a buy one get one free sale then they'll do it too. A running gag that is revealed as the series goes on is that China is correct about everything pertaining to how angels, demons, and humans work.

Japan: He's China's nephew and works as his apprentice at the church. He also does not believe in God nor Buddha, but says he's Buddhist to appease his uncle. He's a college student who's studying to take the DAT at the moment, so he does this as a part time job for money and something on his resume. He often hangs out with Italy since China gives him the job to scope out their "competition" (because he has to make sure the other church isn't doing as well as his) and Japan just ends up hanging out with Italy and Germany a lot. He honestly wishes he was more involved in the adventures they have, but he's too Japanese and not deadass enough to just ask to be invited more often.

Canada: He's America's brother everyone forgets exists and literally the only reason why China's church is so swag and not poor as shit like Austria and Hungary's. Because he's the only priest that actually does proper exorcisms. Everyone forgets he exists, but he's always working in the background and making like 70% of the profits that the church makes lol. His holy items are changed out between crosses, bibles, etc. Because he actually uses his items in a practical sense instead of sticking to one item and acting as if that's his thing now.

BASIC WORLD INFORMATION:

- angels and demons are species that gain power from human belief. they are raised together and then when they come of age they are either chosen to become an angel or demon

- because of this angels and demons both have the goal of fulfilling human wishes to gain more belief

- angels are obviously beating the shit out of demons in their never ending competition for human belief magical power. and thus they always get first pick for who becomes an angel while the demons get the leftovers

- angels also generally have much more magical power than demons, so many of them can do cool magical tricks while most demons have to do things manually. That's why demons are often more buff and physically strong since they have to work out to fight.

- angels are chosen not by the goodness of ones heart, but rather how good they are at rizzing and being well liked in order for humans to like them

- because of this, human's understanding of each side's morality is completely wrong since both act as buisnesses (and arguably angels are more corrupt since they play dirty)

- humans do not become angels or demons when they die. their souls reincarnate over and over again.

- different practices such as "selling your soul to the devil" and "guardian angels" and explanations for why demons are regarded as evil will be explained in later posts.

- the social heirarchy and way jobs work within hell and heaven will also be described in later posts

- Angels and demons also are responsible for santa's activies and bond together during the holiday season to reap the benefits of power from children's belief in "santa" (a persona that was created by satan and god together, so they split the power that comes from the belief in it)

- Priests and satanists in this world act as soldiers to stop the opposing angels/demons from fulfilling human wishes.

- they use their holy/satanic items to battle against angels/demons in the area, and if needed use sacrifices to call upon angels/demons to provide aid in battling against whoever they are fighting. The better the sacrifice, the higher quality the angel/demon that appears will be due to the higher pay.

- Their holy/satanic items act as buffs/weapons for their angel/demon that they summoned if they choose to summon one.

- holy items only go with angels and satanic items only go with demons. holy items will always hurt demons and satanic items will always hurt angels.

[sillygoblinantics]

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

I’ve held my tongue for too long about my feelings on madhouse but fucking hell!

Unless by some fucking act of arceus or universe hands me the fucking concept art that went into this horrible webcomic- I got room to rip and tear!

This is:

Goblin’s Valid Autopsy of Lily Orchard’s PokéMadhouse

Before we go forward!

Hi. I’m Gobbo or Bri (pick ya poison), I’m a current student at Savannah College of Art and Design (as for campus I ain’t saying nothing) Im working on my bachelors in Animation and minoring in Creative Writing. My Concentration starting as 2d animation later switching it to Story and Concept in animation (back in 2021). I started in 2019 and it’s… 2024 now. Don’t judge me! I’ve been mentored by comic artist, storyboarders and many more in the industry! I’ve taken storyboarding and a plethora of writing classes to have enough qualifications under my belt to properly discuss the shit writing, lacking worldbuilding, disorganized plot hole ridden lore/arcs and horrible inconsistent art. So let’s not waste another moment and dive fucking in!

Story:

I’m not using Lily’s self review tvtropes to cover this. It’s disingenuous ego stroking at full blast.

We follow the highs and lows that are the “will they won’t they” relationship between the stated as sisters, Lily and her Gardevoir, G (yes that’s her fucking name). In a Sunday newspaper comic page esc structure. With bits and pieces of trivia and lore that rarely comes up if not to push and pull sympathy points for lilys self insert as she gets assaulted and violated in physical and mental ways. An arc being called “Violate” and later following the would be time span for gestation of a baby that would then become the labeled cryptid child.

I’m gonna be real there’s no point in reading it because the moment something big happens out of the blue there wasn’t a page missing to explain it which god fucking dammit Lily do I need to give you one of those brainframe sheets or outline templates if you decide to write a story? Because I’ll gladly provide them!

How do you consider yourself a fucking writer at all with your fundamental lack of care for lore and story like- for fucks sake woman it won’t kill you!

Characters

Lily

G

Mikayla

Marah

Bonnie

Mismagius

Other hardly seen or used Pokémon that get thrown away out of nowhere

Countless stolen ocs

And Dr Ponytail (yes that’s the fucking name of one of the “antagonists” and I’ve reread it so many times and found nothing!)

Lily has her “antagonists” being either ex friends or partners or someone who tries to call out bullshit! Fucking hell, the way Lily has g written it’s hard to not see HER AS ONE!

You have all these characters and you neglect so many of them to focus on making your favorite Dollies kiss and scissor or do nothing!

You don’t punish actual rapists either like legit what do you do when your Pokémon who’s been raised like a sister your whole life admits to mindfucking you in a weird soul bond type deal (that you wrote the explanation of yourself), then out of fear swaps dna of a Pokémon of her CRITICALLY ENDANGERED SPECIES can match with to save it with your own dna to baby lock you to staying together, what’s the thing you decide to write?

Case in point: stick an entire cactus up your urethra Lily.

I need a break from this… I’m moving on to the art misdirection.

Lily you are the one commissioning these panels from Mikayla. Meaning you are telling her how to draw these making you the literal art director of this shitty comic!

You want my advice?

USE MODEL SHEETS

Like holy shit. I need to copy paste my spiel about what it is one second:

Make a turnaround for your character(s)!

(Excluding front and back you need to make left and right versions of the rest!)

Front

Back

over-the-shoulder

3/4 view

profile

expression sheets

color pallet reference

(if it’s online/digital rgb if it’s for print it’s cmyk)

include the hexcodes for artists if it’s a small production!

lineup for height and scale for comparison to:

other characters

backgrounds

props

etc.

elements of the world + floor plan in small settings

action poses

hair guide (trust me it’s important)

these are the elements every artist who wants to tell a visual story be it animated or comic always needs:

✨A PITCH BIBLE✨

And Lily, if you’re making any story that is

A. Tied to an existing property

B. Has real world/geopolitical/historic relation

C. Needing a basic understanding to science

Do everyone and yourself a favor

AND DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH IN MLA FORMAT INSTEAD OF SOMEONE ELSES OPINIONS AND YOUR ASS OF HOLDING BULLSHIT!

Class

Dismissed

Your homework is to get these books:

[purgdotcom]

Are we just gonna forget that Deadly-Espresso drew literal nsfw of ghost and pals characters... and Nazi art lol. Like. Ik their art is objectively good but seeing as we've all realized collectively how strange Vefve is I feel like we should be able to call out Espresso now.

This art is clearly suggestive (it's still up) (I.E. the bunny suit, norman being tied up, and the drawing at the bottom.

And this piece is literally fucking titled "Thicker than a boat of oatmeal."

While Cakey isn't a minor this is still... SUPER WEIRD!!?!? And it's all up publically! And a clear violation of ghost's boundaries.

Not to mention WW2 Japan x Germany which idk if its really too problematic but it seems off to me (this art is from 2021 so I do give them the benefit of the doubt as there is no further WW2 ship art)

I'm just. SO fucking tired of having to see them in the fandom all the time since they're one of those fanartists that you see everywhere and is decently popular in the fandom

(I'm still gathering screenshots of this next part since I need to dig for hopefully not deleted messages I just want to get this post out since I really want to take a nap) And when asked if the art was sexual in a public server they threw a hissy fit and claimed it wasn't sexual. (If evidence is not found I will edit this paragraph out as I cannot back it)

In conclusion.

I really just. Want Deadly-Espresso to address this shit.

(P.S. this next bit is just a grievance but I dislike when they give flat-chested characters like tessera boobs idk it just. really bugs me.)

Sorry for the shitty formatting I don't know how to use tumblr good yet lmao. I also attatched the tumblr version of the ghost drawings because yeah.

sorry if this makes no sense I'm running off little sleep. </3

[sloppysequinz]

Alcoholic Boss Babe Commits HR Violation

Your boss is beloved. Warm, kind, supportive, a mama bear for the whole unit. So maybe you have a little crush. She dresses smart but she can’t hide her body is soft, just your type. The stern clicking of high heels paired with a rosy round face makes you daydream about calling her mommy sometimes.

Then one day, she’s leaning over your shoulder as you show her something on your computer, and you freeze. You swear you smell alcohol on her breath. Is it just your imagination. You sneak a look at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright, she’s steadying herself on both your chair and the wall of the cubicle. There’s no way you’re imagining this. It makes your blood rush.

Slowly but surely, you notice more and more…incidents. She walks by one day and her ass is swaying dangerously in its tight pencil skirt, heels wobbling. She gulps from a cup of coffee and then slurs a few words trying to explain something to you. She flushes, embarrassed, and so do you.

As you notice more and more signs that your boss is a proper alcoholic, you notice other things too. She’s gotten more touchy lately—absentmindedly sliding a hand through your hair when she stands up from you showing her something, running her grip down your arm and laughing when she hands over materials. You feel a little like a piece of meat in her alcohol-brightened eyes, but it makes you feel hot and breathless.

Then one day, you have to stay to work late on something. It’s just you and her in the building. You step into her office to hand something in and stop in your tracks. The air smells of booze, there’s a bottle of vodka just sitting open on her desk. Her face is flushed and her clothing is in mild disarray, you can see more of her soft pretty body than usual.

Before you can say anything, she’s on her feet and backing you into the wall. She runs her hands over your face, your chest, making you squeak in surprise and drop your papers. She laughs and stumbles slightly, winding up with your back to the wall and her hands on either side of you, pressing hard against you.

She leans up to your ear and begins to whisper, words slurred together as she rambles. About how you’re just too sweet, too pretty. It’s against the rules to touch her underlings but when you blush like that she just wants to violate you so badly. You’ve been driving her crazy, can’t you see? This is your fault, I can’t help it, you’re so pretty baby, I just want to touch you.

As she confesses these vile, slurred fantasies her hands are all over you. One over your pants, rubbing eagerly, the other up your shirt, tracing your belly and then finding your nipples, tweaking one of them hard. You squeak and that causes her to grin wolfishly and stop rambling. She leans down and bites your neck and you can’t help but moan. She swears and starts pulling her skirt up, rambling again.

“I only drinks like this because I’m stresshed baby. I just need some…stress relief. Fuck, you moan soooo pretty. Pleashe baby, just let me take it out on you. It’ll allll be better then, promise. Promise. Just be good for me.”

[mbat]

i literally read the book of bill days ago but its only now kinda hitting me how fucked ford and bills whole thing was though cause ford literally talks about being so unable to sleep (to try to keep bill away), and when sleep inevitably caught up to him, he would wake up to his body abused and things messed with and he just couldnt seem to find an escape (and he literally didnt get to truly escape until 30 years later)

(also keeping people awake for unhealthily long periods of time is another tactic used to mess with and control people because of how it impairs brain function)

listing off the things we see in those few pages in the book of bill:

i mean, punching and scratching at a steel door for hours would be so damaging to your hands and probably hurt like hell for at least 2 days after. then bill says he was hitting fords head against a wall, though its said in a post-it as if its a joke, but he also isnt exactly above doing that, and honestly he says most things like its a joke.

i also dont need to say 'bill really doesnt know how to take no for an answer' because he makes that very clear in literally any interaction we see with him.

bill literally puts a venomous snake near ford while fords asleep, which could have killed him if he wasnt lucky+skilled enough to deal with it.

he nearly gives ford hypothermia, and in the same action actively threatens ford with the idea of making him jump off of a high spot, and like ford says, doesnt do it just so he can send a message to ford about how hes the one in control.

he gets ford in trouble with not only the law, but also with other people that are probably not very happy with him after. he mutilates fords body in several ways, and i dont think i need to go into detail on them because theyre... so ew. and he even exposes part of fords body to the world. like, its just taking his shirt off, but thats still showing off his body in a way that he didnt agree to or want

and then he attempts to (or purposefully fails to) call stan, using fords voice to threaten suicide and tell stan that ford never loved him.

and he punctuates it with a final power move, in a hallucination that he creates, hes messing with stans memories and making him feel like his body was basically about to implode

and like. okay, we all joke about toxic old man yaoi, and its a good joke and toxic old man yaoi is great and its an interesting ship, but holy fuck.

like. to say the absolute least, that had to be so, so deeply violating. its no wonder that when we see ford in the past, when he finally contacts stan, he looks like hes on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. he just went through, and still wasnt yet out of, some deeply abusive shit.

like... everything coming out lately both in this book and what ive heard is on the website, mixed with what we already knew from the show itself... the stans are both so, so fucking tragic dude. their whole lives were thrown away over things that really didnt even need to be the way they were, and then they both get into situations that are pretty damn screwed, and those situations follow them for the rest of their lives. its basically a miracle that things worked out in the end for them.

i dont really have a point, i just had to talk about all that. i read almost all of the book of bill in one sitting, and while i was really enjoying it, i was also getting kind of tired of sitting in one spot only doing this one thing for several hours straight. i still felt a lot of the emotional bits of it of course, but man this part specifically just really didnt hit me until now.

i mean, to say the absolute least, i know what its like to feel violated in a similar way, though not anywhere near to the extent of what he went through at all. someone get that man some therapy got damn

[freckliedan]

in your opinion do you think that now they’re not in the closet publicly anymore, it’s not that they necessarily care that people think/know they’re together, it’s just more that they want to keep their actual relationship private?

ooh this is a good question honestly! i mean, they've said it themselves that they're private, and their actions back that up too. i think a huge part of the way they've navigated the privacy for their relationship while & since coming out has been about setting a clear boundary, considering the past violations of their privacy?

but honestly i think there's another huge piece of why they've been so private over the last five years and why that's changing now! i think the gaming channel hiatus era has been their individualization era, which was important for dan especially. like, phil had some time as an adult to learn who he was before he met dan; all of dan's identity formation as an adult happened in the context of his relationship with phil.

spending your entire adult life in a relationship with someone, AND living with them AND working together AND having shared friends for the vast majority of those years? speaking from experience: you can reach a point where you're less able to identify your own individual wants and needs and strengths and dreams, even if it's a healthy and beautiful relationship.

especially if there was any level of tumultuousness in your home life lol

with the added pressure of being a public figure it makes a lot of sense to me that a hard reset had to happen for dan's exploration of who he is and wants to be and enjoys doing with his career to succeed! dan is not okay being fucked over is such a heartbreaking thing, but the time dan spent almost completely out of the public eye followed by a fully solo tour & span of his career shere he was regularly posting is like—it makes sense!

it makes sense that the last 5 years were focused on everything but their relationship! but it also makes like equal sense to me that they're returning to the gaming channel and joint content and a higher level of being open with us, too.

they tried fully solo careers. and i'm sure they both know now, what they like doing independently of one another. but it's so clear to me that they've returned to the gaming channel because they genuinely love to make videos together, and it's a part of them making a fully informed choice about their future careers.

like. it actually really grinds my gears when people say that dan and phil only came back to the gaming channel for the money, tbh! because yeah, i'm sure it's one of their best options for bringing in money. but like... yall they are rich people. they absolutely have money invested. they absolutely are having their money managed. they almost certainly could pull off never working again if they wanted to.

they wouldn't phone it in just for money, not with the standards they've consistantly shown themselves to have for the work they do. like, yes, they're doing their job and making money for it. but i just don't understand seeing this as anything but a choice they made because they love working together—and because they're sure of that, having spent half a decade on solo projects.

the individuation era ending also makes the higher level of being open about their lives make sense. i've always thought we were due for a being loud about how happy they are in their relationship era post coming out and. well. this is definitely that. i can't say i ever wanted to hear this much about their sex lives but i also can't truly say i'm surprised!

i think this is an era of shifting boundaries to be at least a little more open regarding their relationship and life together and i think that's what they're boiling us about this gamingmas! ultimately they're always going to keep more to themselves than they ever share with us but like. things are changing!

[shrekgogurt]

I have a lot of words written for Chapter 15 of that behemoth in the making I Knew A Boy, I Knew A Man and only some of them are good. Here are a few of those select ‘good words.’

Simon POV, past (age fifteen):

“You’re out of uniform,” Premal announces, flashing his prefect badge at Penny and me like a fucking copper.

Cachu hwch. (Pig’s shit.) (Total fucking disaster.)

We’ve been caught out.

And it’s not even our fault.

I woke up this morning and realised all my socks were gone—stolen by Baz’s psychotic aunt, no doubt. She was glaring at me like I pissed in a great Pitch family heirloom when she dropped him off yesterday. (And it was her.) (I’m convinced.) (Because Baz once told me he would rather saw his arm off with a rusty piece of barbed wire than touch any of my “chavvy accouterments.”) (So...) Anyway, Penny shirked her own socks at breakfast in solidarity and together we’ve managed to hide our bare ankles from even the most militant professors. But we forgot Premal was on the prowl, drunk off his new power and the opportunity to wield it over his siblings.

Penny crosses her arms in defiance. “We’re not even in your year.”

“You don’t need to be. I’m authorised by The Headmistress to distribute demerits to anyone who violates school policy.”

“Listen to yourself!” Penny’s arms flail as she yells. “The Headmistress? She gave birth to you! Call her mum, you prat!”

Bah humbug! Editing!? I have to do it!? And also still finish the last bit of the rough draft??? Boo! But, writing in a notebook has been great for speed if not a bit of a downgrade in initial quality.

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Death, Revelations, & Jail

A/N: This one might end up being just a tad longer than the last 3 chapters :3 ALSO I FINALLY FINISHED EPISODE 3 😭 IM SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER, HENRY BEING PATHETIC WAS FUNNY 😭😭

Tw: Joseph's death, revealing Violet's trauma (grooming, SA, assault, abuse, manipulation), Kathleen's death, robbery

At the funeral, Violet stood with Kathleen and Billy per Joseph's final request. His reasoning had been that he wanted her there instead of Antrim because of how caring she was compared to his step-father. Violet was touched by him asking for her to be there in his final moments.

Violet had one hand on Kathleen's back, rubbing her back as she and Billy sprinkled dirt on Joe's body, holding back her own tears. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to bawl her eyes out. He had been a sweetheart in the short time she had known him and had prayed for him to recover.

Billy and Kathleen didn't deserve this; they were too good of people to have lost Joseph. If Violet could bring back Joe, she would even go as far as ask God to take her abuser and ex-friend.

'If anyone deserves to be in the ground it's that fucking-'

Violet's thoughts were interrupted, hearing a familiar voice. Her heart dropped, and she suddenly felt lightheaded.

She slowly turned to face him. What was he of all people doing here?

As Violet watched the short argument between Kathleen and Henry, the pieces began to make sense. Henry was Billy's step-father and Violet's abuser. She felt hot tears fill in her eyes, but not of sadness, oh no. Of anger. Hatred, even. He was here hurting two more people while his victim was here in front of him and he had the fucking nerve to pretend everything was fine between the two of them and ignore her? Violet balled her fists, glaring at Henry, and scrunched her nose up in disgust at the blonde bastard.

"You really think that Joseph would want you at his burial? He asked me to be here instead of you because he felt more loved by someone he just met instead of his own stepfather that he's known for the past 6 years?" She spat, her chest heaving up and down, as she felt her heart speed up. Henry paled, looking at Violet.

If he didn't remember her before she spoke, he sure as hell remembered her now. Kathleen and Billy looked between Henry and Violet, seeing the tears of rage roll down on Violet's cheeks.

"Violet- what are you doin' here?" A simple question, how pathetic was he? To ask how she was while she was recovering from the damage he caused her?

"Really? That's your question? Not 'I'm sorry for doin' what I did to you two years ago I hope you can forgive me'?!" She yelled, feeling her knees grow numb. She felt faint, sick even.

Why would he act so casual?

"Vi, what are you talkin' about?" Kathleen asked, sounding genuinely confused that her husband and Violet, whom she now considered to be a daughter to her if Violet and Billy were to ever date in the future, knew each other.

"What I'm sayin' is that your husband and a third party manipulated me into thinkin' he loved me but only used my 16 year old body for such disgustin' and vile things," Violet stated, glaring at Henry but speaking so gently and sweet to Kathleen.

"You what!?" Billy shouted in anger, turning to Henry. He immediately reached for his pistol, ready to put a bullet between his eyes, only to be stopped by his mother.

He always had a bad feeling about Henry, but knowing that he was the one who violated Violet was beyond disgusting. It was horrid. Silence stood between the 4 of them and Billy shot between Henry's feet, causing a cry of fear and surprise to erupt from Henry's throat.

"Warnin' shot," He stated bluntly before pulling Violet into his embrace as Kathleen practically dragged Henry back to the house to shout at him for what he did to her.

"You can put your pistol away, moron," Violet teased, giggling to herself as Billy rubbed her back, listening to the sounds of the two men burying his brother.

"No, I'm gonna need it when I get back to the house," He told her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't waste your bullets on him. He needs a slow and painful death," She argued, laying her head on his chest as he held her close.

Billy pondered that for a moment; get rid of the problem or let the problem suffer.

"You're right, he does deserve to suffer," He murmured, putting his gun back in his gunbelt. "I'm sorry he did that to you."

"Why are you sorry? You didn't know," She questioned, looking up at him and wipin' her tears away. As she did, she had also revealed her scars across her nose. He didn't say anything about her scars, thinking they added to her sense of danger.

"For not doin' somethin' sooner so he couldn't have hurt you," He answered simply, as if it was obvious. Violet felt a faint redness creep up onto her cheeks; he cared about her that much when they had only met a few days ago?

"Awh, Billy that's mighty sweet of you," She replied, not meeting his gaze so he didn't notice her growing redness. Billy gently laid his forehead against hers, smiling at her as he was happy to make her smile.

"Anythin' to see you smile, Vi," He murmured, holding her close.

That night, as the pair decided to stay and comfort Kathleen, Violet ended up staying over with the Antrims as it was pouring rain by the time she noticed it was dark out.

Billy let her cuddle with him in his bed, and they talked each other to sleep–talking about ideas on how to make Henry go 'missing' and comforting Billy about the loss of Joe. Late in the night, Billy woke up to the sounds of hustlin' and bustlin' in the kitchen area. He quietly got up, making sure not to wake Violet, grabbed his gun, and crept his way to the kitchen, aiming it at his step-father once he got a clear view of him.

Henry stopped moving, slowly looking towards his step-son.

"So you caught me. This is my money," He began, having only opened the small box that held what little savings Kathleen had.

"You haven't earned any of it. Not a fuckin' penny," Billy began, moving forward, keeping the gun aimed at Henry's head and being glad he towered over the man he hated. "You chase a dream. You pay for whores. You cheat on my mother and now you fucking steal from her!"

The more Billy spoke, the more he felt his anger rise. He didn't raise his voice. No, he couldn't do that. Not while his mother and best friend were asleep. They needed their rest. It had been an eventful day for both of them.

He continued to force Henry to back up eventually out of the house and into the cold rain. Billy didn't care about the cold. He had enough of Henry's bullshit.

"Not to mention what you did to Violet; she was fuckin' sixteen!! Sixteen!! How could even think of doing such a thing to her!?" He yelled, pressing the barrel of his gun to Henry's head. He could yell now, since they were outside; no one could hear him over the loud pouring rain.

Violet, however, woke up having to use the bathroom. She frowned, not seeing Billy in bed next to her.

'Maybe he's in the kitchen,' She thought to herself, yawning as she made her way to the bathroom, grateful that Billy's clothes covered her body mostly. As she made her way around the house to hopefully see Billy, just eating a midnight snack, she caught sight of him outside with Henry. She stood by the table, seeing the box of the family's savings. Sighing tiredly, she made her way upstairs again to grab a towel to dry him off when he came back inside.

"You could've been a good man like my father. All you had to do was try," Billy continued, cutting off Henry from his pathetic rambling and pleading.

Then he remembered Violet's words from earlier.

"Don't waste your bullets on him. He deserves to suffer."

And suffer he will. He lowered his gun and went back inside, shutting the door in Henry's face.

When he turned around, he came face to face with his mom and Violet. He assumed they heard him as Violet came over to him and wrapped his blanket around him, considering it was the only was big enough that could actually have any chance of drying him a little bit, as Kathleen lit another oil lamp to warm him up.

Violet, knowing this was a family matter, hugged Billy tightly once he sat down next to his ma and went upstairs.

She laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as she waited for his return.

Once he came back to the room, with his hair still damp. Once he put his pistol away in his gunbelt, he laid next to Violet in silence. She pulled him into a tight hug once he got comfortable, holding him somehow tighter than before.

"Thank you," She whispered, knowing he drove away Henry for good.

"Of course, Violet," He whispered back, holding her close and burying his face in her shoulder. Vi buried her face into his neck, taking in his calming scent. He smelled like a wet dog, but amongst that scent, he also smelled like grass, mud, with hints of whiskey.

"I'm never leaving your side," She stated softly, earning a gentle chuckle from him.

"You're an idiot."

"Nah, you are."

"How am I an idiot?"

"Who went out in the rain in their pajamas 10 minutes ago?" She teased, giggling as he laughed softly, accepting defeat.

"Alright, you got me there," He admitted before closing his eyes to try an asleep.

"Yes, I do," She murmured, yawning before curling up into his side.

Days later, Kathleen dropped as well from the same illness that took Joe. The moment Violet had heard the news from Jesse, she had bolted barefoot to find him, determined to help Billy and Kathleen.

As the 18 year olds took care of Kathleen, she cherished every moment she had with them. She didn't want to go, yet she knew that God would reunite her with her husband and Joe. As she was being taken care of, she noticed how Violet and Billy talked and cooperated. They worked together without complaint and were just as stubborn as the other. Kathleen didn't want to leave Billy alone, but as time went on, she realized that he wouldn't be alone. He'd have Violet with him, and Kathleen was okay with that.

The day after she was buried, Violet laid her head on Billy's shoulder as his now former home was cleared out. The town had taken the house as Billy didn't have enough to pay for it.

Violet sighed, rubbing Billy's arm as he watched the home get cleared out.

"You can come stay with Jesse and I until you get back on your feet," She suggested, peering up at him.

"I don't wanna be a burden," Billy denied, shaking his head.

"Billy-"

"You could always rob someplace," a familiar voice said, pulling their attention from the now empty house to Jesse.

"Jesse, no, he needs money not to be arrested-," Violet began, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms facing her brother completely.

"I mean, it could work," Billy interjected, looking down at Violet.

"Where would you even try?" Violeg protested, looking up at him.

"That place," Jesse suggested, nodding curtly towards the Chinese laundry place across the road.

"No, you'll both get caught for sure," She told him.

"Doesn't hurt to try," Billy said, nodding to Jesse.

"You can't be serious, Billy!"

"Alright, meet back here around midnight."

"Fuck you, Jesse," Violet grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes in disappointment.

The next night, Violet had gathered Billy's things, as well as her own, onto 2 horses. She knew this would happen. Stupid Jesse and his dumb fucking plan. Violet knew this would happen, but did the boys listen? No, of course not. Why would they?

She peered around the corner of the clothing shop, seeing Billy running from the jail, and she whistled at him, causing him to stop running.

"Violet?" He questioned in a whisper shout as he came closer to her.

"Of course, you fucking idiot, now get on your horse and let's go," She playfully said, grinning and jamming his hat on his head.

"How- wait, why are you leaving?" He asked, not wasting time and getting on his horse as Violet got onto hers.

"Whose gonna keep your ass outta trouble?" She retaliated, grinning evilly.

"Rude," He repreplied, chuckling as the two snapped the reins and their horses were off.

'Goodbye to this hellish town and the people in,' Violet thought, smiling as she no longer would have to be forced into trying to date some of the other guys in town. 'Freedom at last.'

[balkanradfem]

im feeling completely lost and confused. im in high school right now. a few months ago, I rejected a guy who had been pursuing me for a year. in order to take revenge, he created deep fakes of my pics and shared them in his locker room group chats. I only discovered this yesterday even though it happened two months ago. Im terrified. when i spoke to my mom about it, she slapped me and blamed me for being friends with him. i had no idea he had such intentions. I'm not trying to portray myself as a victim, but the hateful comments and slut shaming ive received have really taken a toll on me. I wanna kms 😭

Noooo!!

I am so sorry, this is none of your fault at all, a few years ago something like that couldn't even happen! There was no way to predict or fight this, it can happen to any woman at any moment now because males are parasites who destroy what they cannot control. This was done to you because this worthless piece of shit wanted to cause maximum amount of pain to you, because he couldn't force you to belong to him, it's vile, disgusting, and absolutely atrocious, you doxx him and we'll all gang up on him and have him wanting to end his life instead.

I can only imagine what kind of harassment and hate you're receiving right now, the safest thing to do is to get away from all technology, this amount of abuse can cost your life and nothing is worth that. Horrible, worthless people would go and harass a girl who has been violated with a hate crime for no fucking reason. They're not representatives of who you are, what you're worth, or what you should be treated; they're the most worthless scum who shouldn't be allowed to breathe. Nothing they say about you is true or deserved! Even thinking about being such pathetic lowlife to go and harass a teenage girl makes me sick, these people should also get doxxed and receive the same hatred back about themselves.

You've done nothing wrong ever, you are the victim here and the world needs to put measures in place to protect young women from this. I can imagine also wanting to end my life if something like this had happened to me, and we can't allow these things to go on, males who do this need to be extremely punished and if I had it my way they would all be executed.

Also what the hell is wrong with your mother! I am judging her so hard, she should be there to support you so you can get trough this alive, I can't believe she has the nerve to blame you and to inflict violence upon you when you already have to deal with this entire hell. Honestly doxx her too so I can yell at her.

[vbs-kaitos-big-naturals]

opinions under cut that i dont think many people will like so if you get upset easily just to be safe i would skip out on this one ,:D

1: every time i see the word proship or antiship or any variation of those a part of me dies a little. do you understand what a slippery slope that is. what do you define as something thats "immoral" to ship? adult x child? i get why thats icky!! i dont like seeing it either!! sibling x sibling? no one should be in a relationship like that!! its exploitative!!

the main issue is that people seem to equate shipping with thinking those characters would be good for one another. it isnt wrong to think pairings are interesting, its wrong to endorse them in real life. feeling grossed out does not mean being violated, and as long as a piece of art/a fic is tagged correctly, those sorts of explorations of fiction deserve to exist.

in general, we should stop trivializing the real life harm done by things such as pedophilia and abuse and incest and all those by comparing them to simple human creativity. i promise its alright and feeling ucky will pass. if you get upset by seeing it im so sorry but it is up to you to filter things. please free yourself from twitter hell.

2: people treat fandom and fiction in general way too seriously. it isnt that deep people are just making things because its interesting and fun 99% of the time it wont reflect their beliefs.

dont even hit me with "fiction affects real life!! what will happen when the kids see it and it gets normalized???" it is not anyones responsibility to parent others children. at all.

can i tell you something? i was a kid who read smut at 9 years old. and lo and behold i am not someone who endorses rape and / or molestation. there are probably hundreds of others just like me who feel very uncomfortable whenever people act as if exposure breeds corruption.

did you know that seeing people say that made me paranoid about me actually being a bad person? did you know i became obsessed with being "good" to balance it out?

you arent helping anyone. this type of fiction can be incredibly cathartic for survivors, it can spread awareness of the issues, and even if it didnt, that shouldnt matter. net zero harm shouldnt be considered "evil".

its okay. its okay, you dont need to be scared of getting attacked anymore. i will defend you with my life. the bug porn you wrote at 15 years old doesnt mean you want to fuck bugs and it doesnt mean youre evil. youre free. its okay i promise. theres a whole big wide world outside of the little pseudofascist bubble you were exposed to. youll be fine.

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It Was So Wrong, It Was So Right - KTH / Reader Insert (Y/N) Part 4

* Smut, Angst, Love Triangle, infertility, and pregnancy, AU, mini-series | slow updates -

Part 4 

I pulled up to the address knowing it was a mistake as soon as I pulled into the neighborhood. This was not my sister's and Tae’s home, I knew it wasn’t the minute she gave me that address by text.

Text:

“Y/N. I know it's been a while. I hope you are feeling well. I know things ended badly but please, I just want to talk. Please meet me here. Please. After this meeting, if you never want to talk again, I understand. Please. I miss you and I love you. Please meet here at this address at 2 pm. “

I couldn’t help but wonder if my sister ignored my wishes and just went ahead and booked an Airbnb for a weekend. I knew she was so desperate to have a baby with Tae but I had faith that our bond as twin sisters was stronger than violating my trust and boundaries. But that faith was starting to waver. It had only been a week since we had talked. She had not texted or called me nor had I. The past 2 weeks were pure agony. I missed her, terribly. I hoped she would contact me, and tell me she understood, that she was sorry for pushing me and would never ask me to sleep with Tae again. I was nervous yet hopeful to hear what she had to say. I turned off the car and sat there steadying my breath. I should just leave, I thought to myself. Nothing she or Tae could say to me that would make me change my mind. I just couldn’t go through what we went through again. I felt angry about the possibility that she would try and convince me otherwise. I had to believe that she wouldn’t that we were meeting for her to apologize and that this was just neutral space. I mean that’s what this is right? She wouldn’t be setting me up at an Airbnb with Tae right? She wouldn’t do that to me, not to us, to her and I. I was unsure how much time had gone by but a gentle tap on my window broke me from my thousand-mile stare. It was Tae. Fuck. She actually sent Tae Hyung to convince me to change my mind. I couldn't fucking believe it yet I couldn't help but smile seeing Tae Hyung in a brown leather jacket, with a black form-fitting v-neck tee underneath and his hair wavey slicked back with one stray piece styled at his forehead. Fuck my life, he looked like he walked off a QG men's modeling shoot, holding up a box of my favorite fried chicken and a 6 pack of soju. I might not need much convincing to let him fuck me as many times as humanly possible over the weekend after all. Fuck. No, I can’t let that thought even run through my mind. I scolded myself.  I opened the door and stepped out pulling my mind back down to fantasy land and reminding myself of the facts of what was happening. It was becoming more apparent that she had set me up. I felt rage flicker at the pit of my stomach but I couldn’t be mad at him. He loved her so much, that he was willing to utterly destroy himself and my relationship with her, with him, with them. Fuck I was jealous and I was sad. I wanted to be loved that furiously, unconditionally, toxic love, ruined by love. I wanted that love and deep, deep down, shamefully, secretly I wanted him to love me that way. 

Tae stepped back smiling at me as I opened my car door. I saw that his smile had not quite reached his eyes and that he was now biting his lip. It was his tell-tell sign that he was nervous. Yup, she had put him up to this, I felt the rage start to rise inside me, I should end this right here. I leaned against my door after closing it and looking at my feet before raising my eyes back to his.

“Hey,” his voice was cautious. 

“Tae, look, I don’t know what Adri told you but—-”, my words were cut short.

“Y/N, I am here because Adri sent me. The truth is I don’t want to be here, but I just can’t say no to her. So I thought we could just make the best of this time together. I thought we could just have a meal together, laugh, share stories like old times, and say our goodbyes. I’d go home and tell her that the answer is still no. I’ll tell her it’s no from both of us.”, I saw his face contort with pain as he said that last part. His eyes fell from mine. I hated to see him hurt just as much as I hated to see my sister hurt. 

Yet these were indeed the facts. My twin sister sent Tae Hyung over in an attempt to convince me to have sex with him to get pregnant with their child. And she believed sending him over here looking like a sex god with my favorite food and drink was going to change my mind. She thought wrong. She wanted this baby so bad she was willing to hurt us all. I was grateful that his answer was also no but I couldn't help but wonder if that was true or if he was doing it to spare me. 

“Ok. Tae, I can do that.”. I locked the car and headed inside the house with him.

After some small talk asking where he got the chicken, getting the plates out, and shot glasses for the soju we settled down at the dinner table. I reached for the strawberry soju and poured us drinks. I downed mine right away and severed myself another, letting out a sigh.

“So, hows work—”

“How’s work—”, laughter erupted from our mouths and filled the room. We both knew our question was a sign of our mutual awkwardness and nervousness. 

“(sigh)- Y/N you ever image our life like this?” he voice soft as his hands rubbed his face followed by running his fingers through his silky hair. I serve my third soju shot. 

“Like what?” I let a sarcastic chuckle escape as I served myself chicken and refilled his shot glass.

“In this fucked situation? God no.” I bite into the chicken looking at him and a memory of him bringing me my favorite hot chia and sitting down next to me to talk.

(Brief Flashback)

“Hey, Y/N. I’m on break, can I sit here, I wanted to talk to you.” I eyed him warily but shook my head up and down. I had to avoid the coffee shop for three weeks and avoid home because of how embarrassed I felt after what had happened between us and because I was angry. Angry that Adriana, had him and not me. I wanted to ask him out and because I was so timid and scared I lost the chance. I told myself I would never be that same girl again. I spent the next three weeks reinventing myself and working on faking it until I made it. I colored my hair and even started dressing less frumpy, I stopped hiding my body.

“I made this for you, it’s your favorite and since it’s still warm these days I figured you’d like it iced, but if you want it hot I can go make a new one.”

“No, I want it cold. Thanks, I appreciate it. What’s up.” I spoke in the most confident flippant voice I could muster. I wanted to appear cool, calm, and confident. I wanted it to seem like it was no big deal that he had practically left a hickey on my neck and I had felt his dick against my ass weeks earlier. 

“Well, I wanted to see how you are.  It’s been um, a long time since I’ve seen you, you were gone all summer. I was worried since I had not seen you here…and I wanted to apologize—”

“No need to apologize really, it's no big deal. People confuse us all the time. This is not the first time one of Adri’s boyfriends thought I was here. I know this will continue to happen. I will admit it is the first, her boyfriend gave me a hickey.” I had to go there, I had rehearsed this in my head dozens of times, this conversation in preparation if were ever did have it. I wanted to show off like it was nothing.

“I would never want my sister to get the wrong idea so you might want to make sure you know who is who for next time lover boy…”  I laughed gwunielly after seeing how red his cheeks had turned. I felt powerful and confident knowing he felt embarrassed.

“Tae, I really thought it’s ok. I’m not upset. I was shocked and embarrassed because I thought I had hurt you. I’m a lot stronger than I realize. Are you ok?” A smirk filled his lips. 

“You are a lot stronger than you look Y/n I’ll give you that. I was a little sore for a few days. I know not to mess with you now.” He laughed a pure laugh.

“Well I’m glad we talked, I wanted to apologize because I would never want to do anything to ever make you feel uncomfortable or to hurt you. Please know that.” His kind eyes locked with mine.

“Of course Tae. I know..” yet he already had hurt me by choosing Adriana over me. But that’s just the way love is, you cant make someone love you. 

“And I was so surprised that you had a twin sister. The times we’ve talked, you never mentioned her, and when I saw her that day in the cafe and she asked for my phone number I thought it was you. (chuckle), I had always imagined you asking for my number because I was too nervous to ask you for yours…because I thought you know, you’d think I was some creep just trying to get in your pants when I…” He went silent at the sound of his shift manager calling his name. 

“When you what tae?...”, I was eager to hear his response.

“When I just wanted your number because you seem like a cool friend to have, a cool person to hangout with Y/N. Anyways, I’m glad we are good and before you leave give me your phone number, Now that I'm dating your sister, I know you don't think I'm a creep…” He winked at me walking away to start working after spending his 15-minute break with me. My heart fluttered in my chest at the thought that he might have been interested in me before my sister. But the truth was he never was interested in me but I found satisfaction in the idea that he at least must have found me attractive knowing that he was dating my sister. 

[Present time]

“Y/N, hey, where did you go?”, I snapped out of my memory and looked at him. 

“Sorry I zoned out…what did you say?”, I waited for him to respond.

“Oh I just said I agree, I never thought that meeting you in that cafe all those years ago we would be in this situation or here in the moment.” 

“Ya..same”, I wanted to ask here where he imagined we’d be since he had brought up meeting me all those years ago and the domino effect it caused, but I knew it was best I didn't ask.

“So you asked about work… right?” We spent the next 30 minutes talking about our jobs and the direction we would like to go with our careers. We ate and finished one and a half bottles of soju. We spent the next 30 minutes talking about his family and talked about the new art exhibit that was coming into town as we finished our meal. We moved our conversation to the couch bring our soju with us.

“The new art exhibit. I’ve been meaning to go, but you know how Adri’s not a big fan. I’d be fine to go by myself but its more fun when I can go with someone who appreciates the art as much as I do….we should…” I texted and interrupted him a frown forming on his beautiful lips. Woah, I think I might need to slow down on the soju, I told myself after I started hearing descriptors of Tae Hyug's lovely mouth in my head because that only triggered flashbacks of where that mouth had been on my body. Another text came through and another frown on his face. I started to feel worried imagining it was my sister.

“Is it Adri?” I asked trying to mask my reigniting anger. Was she asking if we were already getting down to business? 

“No. She wouldn’t text right now. Even if she did I wouldn’t answer.”, he chuckled. How he found humor in our situation was either admirable or I’m not sure what else. 

“It’s a friend from work. He keeps asking me when I’m going to introduce you to him…he’s a good friend just annoying with the amount of times he asks about you”, I laughed.

“Well, after we can clear up this fucked up family drama, introduce me to him. Hell… I haven’t gotten action in over a solid year…other than…”, Fuck. I am buzzed. Why did I have to open my fucking mouth and admit that having sex with Tae Hyung over 9 weeks ago was the first time I have had sex in over a year. I shifted my gaze from him even though I could feel his eyes still on mine.

“Really? Wow. Y/N, Why?”, he had a seriously baffled look on his face. I was grateful he was more focused on why I hadn’t been fucking rather than the fact that we fucked just 9 weeks or so ago. No problem there. I let out a nervous laugh before answering and refilled my shot glass. 

“Tae, everyone goes through dry spells…so fuck off, I’m not married like you who can fuck as often as you’d like”. I playfully snapped at him before trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. 

“so tell me about this work friend…is he hot?” I wondered how this friend even knew about me. Ah, his friend probably saw Adri, and then Tae told him we were identical twins, I reasoned to myself.

“Wait, so you're serious. You haven’t been fucked since Julio? Wait that was like two years ago…I mean I hated that asshole, but….” Shit, it had been two years, why does he have to remember that?

“Tae, I don’t need to have a guy to…”

“And, why aren’t you married yet? You’ve had a few serious relationships, and sure I’d hated every single one of those fucking assholes. They never deserved you, you're just too good for them….those pieces of shits but….” He refilled his soju and took out his vape from his pocket, all I could do was stare at him in the silence. I watched him turn it on and also pull out a rolled blunt lighting it up and taking a long drag handing it over to me. I grabbed the blunt and took a long hight as well coughing at the same time as him. We both laughed. He hit his vape and opened his mouth to speak. I guess we were both getting an Uber tonight.  

“Y/n, I don't get it. Your fucking drop-dead gorgeous, kind, smart, funny, creative, and talented fucking artist…” he stopped his brown eyes glazed over eyes meeting mine. I wondered what face I was making, too high even to notice, if I was smiling or ogling him. It was getting hard not to ogle him. He licked his lips just staring in silence.

“Sounds like you're describing my sister”. A soft laugh escaped me because I was high. We were both high and way too buzzed to drive, way too intoxicated to even be having this conversation. 

“No, Y/n. She’s kind but ruthless. She’ll stop at nothing to get what she wants, even if it destroys everything around her. I used to think she was just a determined person but she’s more than that, and I still love her…but you. Your kindness is warm, loving, and intoxicating and you’d do anything for the people you love but not hurt those around you to do it.” I was speechless and found myself drawn into him. 

“And you’ve always been a bright light, even when we were teens. I was drawn to you then, like a fucking moth to flame…and Adri is gorgeous but your, your just everything about you is beautiful…it’s you, that’s beautiful….I don’t think anyone is deserving of your love…”, I felt myself break, tears falling from my eyes. No one had ever described me in such a tender way. I felt cherished and I wanted to feel that way forever. I turned my eyes from him, my fucking feelings were everywhere even when Im high I have no control over the deep sadness, deep desperation for love. 

“Hey… Y/N, Im sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, fuck… I’m so high…I hurt you...I’m sorry…I…”, he leaned closer to me.

“No. Tae, you didn't hurt me…I’m just so touched by your words…no one has ever said that to me….” I sniffle another laugh slipping out. 

“I don’t know if anyone would ever see me in the way you described…thank you. I’m just touched that’s all and I want that…” Another sniffle, I wondered what I was even trying to say now.

“You want to be touched Y/N”, I swallow.

“Yes.”

“Can I touch you y/n?”, my lips part, and my breath becomes swallow. What is happening? What are we talking about?

“Yes.” I swallow again. My eyes falling shut. What am I saying yes too?

“Where do you want to be touched?” My tongue wetting my lips. Everywhere.

“Everywhere…” The word left my lips like a whisper, I wondered if I had even spoken.

‘Silence’

I didn’t dare open my eyes. I was nervous and turned on all at the same time, yet too intoxicated to keep myself from falling into the moment and wherever it chooses to take me.

“And in what way can I touch you…” His voice sounded heavy and thick.

“Anyway, you want…” I sucked in a sharp gasp at the contact against my neck. His lips feathering against my neck, warm, wet, freshly licked moving slowly up to the lobe of my ear. Oh fuck, I felt hot wetness pool between my legs. Fucking weed. There would be no stopping now. I was ignited with desire the moment his lips touched me.

Chapter 1 | Part 2 | Part 3|

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[themessengervevo]

Hello my followers. Today I'm posting something that's not a piece of art I made or a responce to an ask, because I need your help. Several days ago, with the help of my very supportful art teacher, I made a Google account and a Youtube channel as well. She wanted me to post my music on there because she liked it alot and wanted other people to discover it as well. I shared those thoughts too. I also wanted to have a Google account as well because I had one up until 2019 where a phone number being removed caused it to instantly remove my access to the Google account, and thus the Youtube channels I had, which included an earlier instance of a channel dedicated to my music. My most succesful channel only had a slight big over a hundred subscribers.

So I got the Google account, and the Channel set up to where I wanted it and started work on the first upload. It was supposed to a full upload of my album "Suffering Embedded in Logic" with a remastering done by me. I completed the full upload, and even gone through the effort of verifying my account for the purpose of being able to upload a one hour video without hassle. I uploaded it, the copyright checks went through fine, and I uploaded it to the channel. I, obviously considering the big steps I took to getting here, advertised it everywhere, and I wanted to advertise it on this account as well. But then, after a total of three days since creating the account, and not even a day after uploading the video, I was greated to a screen.

It said my video was removed because my account has been terminated. I was obviously very much distressed by this. What could've caused this termination? Why? Was it the full album I posted? Was it something completely different? Did I spent all this time wishing to have a channel again to then be euthanized like that? So I sent an appeal to Youtube regarding my channel.

I got an email confirming that they were looking into the appeal, and that I would get it in around 2 business days.

All well and good, right? Well, I woke up today to this lovely message in my Inbox:

This was obviously shocking to me. In the email regarding my termination, Youtube said my channel had "severe or repeated violations of [their] Community Guidelines". I believe that I wasn't doing anything that could break their Guidelines. What part of the Guidelines I was apparently breaking was not detailed in any way, so in my appeal I said for them to atleast guide me to where in the Guidelines I was breaking these rules, but in their reply not only did they not tell what I was apparently breaking, but doubled down on their decision and are keeping me terminated. Fun little fact, you can only make ONE appeal to them, and no more.

This was infuriating to say the least. Not only did they banned someone who didn't do anything, they didn't even include a reason or anything so at to why they did this. So in their Feedback form thing, I wrote them this:

Please, PLEASE read this fully if you want to see my thoughts on this, but if you really can't, here is a "tl;dr" on my thoughts.

I have 2 working theories that might explain why I was inexplicably banned from this platform. And both arent the brightest in their image.

The first theory I have is that this is all a work of a Bot that just so decided to screw over a person for some false reasoning that it sticked to. This theory is confirmed by several support threads on Google's own support forums regarding this exact issue (which are still being made to this day), the one linked as an example. From there, I saw many a person talk about their channels being unfairly banned for unexplained reasons, including a small martial arts group that were only uploading clips of them. that martial arts group got the reasoning of "spam, deceptive practices, and misleading material" for their ban. I believe their network of bots sometimes falsely flag people and terminate them, and that human support doesn't come to correct these bots for many of the smaller people, resulting in an unfair permanent banning. As such, I proposed for them to give reasons as to why they ban people, as well as up the amount of appeals you can do, as well as for them to make their bots better.

The second theory though has more serious allegations. I don't usually talk about where I live, mostly for privacy concerns and also that I believe you shouldn't give out all your information for strangers online, but I have to talk about it for this part. I live in Russia. I have been living in Russia for my whole life. It isn't the best place to live in my opinion, but I've been stuck on this patch of land since I was born. Ever since the Russo-Ukranian War started, the already somewhat negative outlook of people outside of Russia has dropped significantly, many people from there who catered to people outside of Russia received many threats. One of my best friends, who I like to call Reggie, that is working in a store dedicated to people with Autism, had to stop working in Global markets because there was so much hate for Russians at the time that the Dollar-to-Ruble ratio dropped massively, and it was just too much. Many sites put sanctions on Russian sectors, including PayPal, which led to many Russians who used it to basically be poor. Which leads me to believe this: The reason why Youtube terminated my account with no explanation is because either it's human support is xenophobic, or that Youtube itself is xenophobic. I do not like this though, but I'm more and more convinced that this is the case.

Which leads me to a wider discussion of how Youtube is fundamentally broken. From letting big youtubers to stay on the platform despite them breaking their own rules, to many spam comments and scam accounts that exist solely to harvest subscribers and unsuspecting victims, to the whole ElsaGate debocle an how it returned in BIG amounts with Youtube doing nothing, to innocent channels getting silenced and punished for just existing, I believe that what Youtube meant in "making sure that Youtube is a safe place to all" is that they would make sure that Youtube is a safe place to all the big channels that are making money for them, which include scammers, botted accounts, hacks, and big television networks. I say NO to that. I say

FUCK

YOUTUBE

Youtube has shown to be late to things that should've been resolved way earlier, that they do not care about serious violations of their rules unless it is explicitly called out on Twitter, that they are inherently racist, homophobic, and xenophobic as was shown in many cases prior to this one (CoryXKenshin immediately brings to my mind), and that they will let their biggest cashcows to continue thriving on their platform and giving them money, even if they are the most scummiest creatures of this earth. This should NOT be how Youtube is. It should be a safe community for many people to go about their lives posting things they want to do, knowing they are safe from the threats of people who would gladfully steal their work knowing they are bigger than you and can get away with it or the system not banning them for arbitrary things they dont know. It should be safe for all, but its only safe for the biggest. So I again say

FUCK

YOUTUBE

Please spread my story everywhere you can. Reblog this, crosspost this, blaze it, share it anywhere (but especially on Twitter) you can to let my story be known. Please let everyone know how broken Youtube is, and keep fighting. Even when my Youtube account gets restored, keep. fighting. Keep fighting for the hope that Youtube will FINALLY listen to their cries, and that they will start fixing their shit, because any win we have is one step towards a truly safe place for all. If you have/had any experiences like this, or you live in Russia as well, tell me your thoughts and your story! Hopefully, this will lead to more stories of Youtube being in the wrong, and this will lead to a better future.

Hope you read and understood all of this.

So now that you have read of my channel's unfortunate sudden end, you might be wondering this:

"Well that was sad to hear, but how can I help YOU specifically?"

Glad you're asking that! I would love to have your support in any way. So here are places where you can help!

Tumblr

Obviously, considering you where you're currently are, you can support me here on Tumblr by reblogging and following this blog, as well my side blog @mailyftw! Here I post the art I make, as well as any serious announcements, while on the side blog I like reposting various things and showing whatever doodles I made today. It would be very helpful for me. You can also support me on Newgrounds, it's basically my side art archive, and also a music archive! Speaking of music,

Bandcamp

This is where I primarily upload my music on. I've been making Caretaker-like music since 2020, and I would love for you lot to hear it, espcially since I improved from that time. I may upload the remastered version of the album I mentioned earlier with some new tracks added, since I was planning to do this for a while now. I also host on there my supergroup The Haggstrom's albums. We've had some stuff out for a while to enjoy, infact we're making an album ABOUT the problems Youtube has! We have a dedicated server where you can talk about them and even make a submission for our projects, so if you want to support not only my work but the collective works of many people, you can do so by clicking this sentence! It would be very much appreciated, since work has exponentially slowed down there.

WeVidi and BitView

These two Youtube alternatives is where I currently upload my work to. On WeVidi, I upload content related to my music, particularly my albums. And on BitView I upload everything else basically, including memes and animation (hopefully soon). If you want to support me on there, please make an account on these platform and subscribe and share my videos, it will not only help me to be seen, but also help these revivals to thrive as more people see them. Hopefully, they won't lead to a Vidlii situation! Hopefully.

Socials, also known as "Other"

If you want to support me somewhere else, here are some other places I frequent: - SpaceHey! It's a revival of MySpace, and it's really great. I'm always on there, and I sometimes make bulletins or blogs. Friend me if you want! I'll accept most people that are sane and like the things I like. - Discord! Message me at the___messenger and maybe friend me too! Again, I'll accept most people that are sane and like the things I like. If you're one of the "big people", and you want to interview me, go ahead! Though please, link this blog post and the big places I'm in, and be mindful that I don't have the best camera in the world so I'll most likely be doing this in text or on phone. - Reddit! I'm active on there under Spot_Mark, you can message me if you want. Again, I'll accept most people that that are sane and like the things I like, or people wanting to interview me. - Escargot! If you are particularly privy, you can message at TheSweet2014s@escargot.chat. Once again, I'll accept most people that that are sane and like the things I like, or people wanting to interview me. Note that you'll need an escargot account and a copy of Windows Live Messenger, preferably 8.5, to even begin messaging. - Anywhere else! I'm on many platforms and places, usually on the smaller side. You can find me under "TheMessengerVEVO" or a similar name on a place. Any support will be thankful. - I'm considering getting a Boosty account for people to help me monetarily, since we here are basically scraping by, plus the wole PayPal nonsense. Hopefully yall could help when it comes out, if at all.

If you supported me because of this, I have nothing but the biggest thanks for you! I'll try updating you on this situation as it goes on, and hopefully it will result in things actually being done. I'm very scared of whatever might come, and also relieved now that I revealed the whole Russia thing. I wanted to reveal that anyway for the past couple of months. Anyway, I hope this gets big and gets the attention of Youtube!

- May our strength guide us forwards, The Messenger.

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Gregory: Vanessa got me a coat, but it's an extra large.

Cassie: Ah.

Gregory: So the sleeves go down to my knees.

Ellis: I forgot short people existed for a moment and had to think why that was bad.

Tony: *snorts*

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Cassie: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Elizabeth: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Cassidy: I dropped the hair dryer on my leg once.

Gregory: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Tony: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Evan: ... I have emotional scars...

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*The 'Not So Alone' Gang hanging out at the Afton House, and in the living room*

Michael, walks in and sees the boys with makeup on:... The fuck are you all doing?

Evan: Lizzie and Cassie wanted to do makeup practice... And Cassidy just likes to cause problems.

Michael: Well, you all look hilariously ridiculous! Oh man, can't wait to tell every-

Gregory: HEY CASSIE, LIZZIE! MICHAEL WANTS TO JOIN IN TOO!

Elizabeth: *gasps* Mikey! Come here I got so many good ideas for you!

Michael: No, no no no! *goes to run off* Stay away from me!

Cassidy: GET HIM!

*the girls chasing after Michael while he yells at them to leave him alone*

Tony: CAN'T MAKE FUN OF US IF YOU'RE ONE OF US!

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Gregory; hey, Freddy Fazbear's, if your pizza is $5.99 and I order two of them, where the fuck do you get $36 from?!

Cassie: *wheezes*

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Evan: I don't get how you do it.

Cassidy: Do what?

Evan: Make everything sound like a threat. That man looked like he was about to piss himself, and all you did was ask him to step aside so that we could get past. Even when I actively try to sound threatening, no one takes me seriously.

Cassidy: That's because you look and sound like the personification of a warm hug.

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Ellis: Who the fuck added me to the fucking group chat?

Charlie: >:O Language!

Tony: Yeah watch your fucking language.

Elizabeth: OKAY WHO TAUGHT TONY THE FUCK WORD?!

Cassidy: 'the fuck word'

Evan: Are you guys stupid? You say the f word all the time.

Gregory: Oh my God, he censored it.

Elizabeth: Say fuck, Evan!

Cassidy: Do it, Evan. Say Fuck

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Evan: You guys really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Tony: Several traffic violations.

Cassidy: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Ellis: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Gregory: Also, that’s not our car.

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Elizabeth: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Charlie: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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Elizabeth: We're going to a candy store?!

Evan: What, no! It's night time, candy stores are closed.

Gregory: We're gonna rob a candy store?!

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Ten

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie), 

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, violence and swearing.

summary: Ellie was lost in the world, homeless with no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. if you want to chat with me about ideas/theories for this story I'm open to it, my asks are always open as well.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @bngurngheart @cncohshit @valiantroeagleangel @blackveilomens @dominuslunae @tearfallpixie @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747

Tags are open, ask if you'd like to be added, to this list specifically or in general.

Ellie woke the next morning with a monster of a hangover. What did they put in the booze in Hell? There had to be something special in them, maybe demons had different metabolisms, or they were dead already and couldn’t die again, so what would be the need to cut them off? Fuck, heaven help her if that was the case, for all she knew she could be royal screwed right now as potentially one of the few living people that had been at the bar last night to her knowledge.

Groaning, she moved to sit up, and only to find herself bound in her blanket like a damn mummy, who the hell did that? Grunting a little, she kicked her legs to get herself free and with a ooph she found herself, rolling sideways to the floor with a heavy thud. Perfect. Just perfect. Her morning was going just absolutely wonderfully now. At least she was untangled from her blanket. It was as she was pushing herself back up to sit on the side of her bed that she noticed a glass of water, bottle of pills and a folded piece of paper sitting on her bedside table.

Frowning, she reached for the pills first, Advil, huh, okay, well either drunk her had been smart enough to plan ahead, or whoever had mummified her last night had been kind enough to think ahead. She vaguely remembered someone bringing her home, Jolly? It was someone. Opening the bottle she threw back two of the pills of the advil with the water before setting the glass back down and reaching for the piece of paper. What was this?

Take the Advil BabyGirl. Don’t be a brat. - Noah.

Shit

It was Noah. The damn pretty boy frat boy demon was the one that had brought her back to her apartment, and mummified her in her bed. Mummified her, glancing down,

“Almost naked, that jackass!”

Grabbing her blanket again and pulling it around her body even though there was no one there to see her in nothing but her underwear, feeling like Noah might as well be right there, staring at her with those dark eyes of his, boring into her. Fuck, no, no no, she was not going to get turned on by that, violated, she was- grrrr she was going to kill him for this. That asshole.

Mark her words!

Getting up, she had a shower, raided her kitchen, thanks to some grocery deliveries, and magic, and a little begging, she got some food in her apartment, enough that she was able to make her hangover smoothie. She had been famous for it in college. She made one for herself, and she made one for Folio, because she might not be able to remember all of last night, but she remembered enough that he had dared the tall bastard demon that remained nameless to a drinking game.. He could probably use this.

Heading to work, smoothie in hand, she sipped at hers, and once she got to the office, she immediately handed Folio his, and he groaned.. When he sniffed at it an immediately gagging sound followed.

“Smells like poison.”

“Tastes like it too, but give it a few minutes, and you’ll feel miles better, I promise. If you don’t you can throw up on me.”

Ellie said this knowing full well that if he did, that there was no way she’d be able to stop herself from throwing up on him right back just from the smell alone. Even if the smoothie did help her stomach settle down some, it wouldn’t take much in her state to have it all come right back up and she knew it well from past experience. It was safe to say she really hoped that Folio didn’t take her offer and throw up on her!

“Here.”

After taking his first sip if his smoothie, Folio was producing wraps for both her and Jolly as he came in. Jolly however looked a lot more alert than either of them, not perfect, but certainly far less green to the gills, which was probably for the best, she hadn’t made him a smoothie.

“I think you get the better deal, but this is my hangover cure, and so much nicer than that shitty thing.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ellie accepted the wrap, and set her smoothie down after choking down another mouthful of the thick bitter green drink, before she unwrapped the offering that Folio had given her.

“Ohhh, did you make this or buy it, because that is cheating Folio.”

She groaned as the smell of the greasy bacon and egg wrap hit her and she took a big bite, the taste so much nicer than the smoothie, but at the same time, this was the indulgent version of the hangover cure. Didn’t work for her, but boy was it something she could enjoy. Folio chuckled,

“Yea, like I can cook something this good. Thanks for the smoothie though, please tell me you're not all about the health kick all the time, because then we really can’t be friends.”

Ellie just grinned,

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re good, this is the only healthy thing I ever learned to give into.”

Whether that was true, he couldn't know.

The three of them settled into accepting and escorting souls along the way, a few more of them coming in this morning than yesterday, none quite as nasty though, which she was thankful for. Most of them quite mild, but none of them overly nice, each one a right pain in the ass to be honest, and with her hangover, it made her wish that she already had that bat that had been suggested last night. She remembered that much. Oh she would have loved it for the moron millionaire that had not only thought he could buy his way out of his punishment, but that she was for sale and she would be willing to come with him for the right price. Her head hurt too much to do much more than deck him once before Folio dragged him out the exit to send him on his way to his assigned punishment dimension. She hoped it was a good one, good and nasty. Get his ass nice and kicked.

It was late morning that they got a visitor that had nothing to do with the souls that were coming through the doors into Hell. No, this visitor just teleported in, sitting right at Ellie’s desk, with his feet propped up on it with a smirk on his lips.

“Well hello BabyGirl, feeling better? Did what you were told, yes?”

Noah’s lips curled into a slow grin as he thought on the note that he’d left her. If she remembered what happened she could very well hate him for rebuffing her, and if she didn’t, what she thought for the state of dress she woke up in, well, either way, he had no doubt he was not in her good books right now

“Go on, let me have it..”

“Asshole!”

Having just dragged a soul towards the exit doors with Jolly, she stomped back to her desk where Noah was sitting, making himself comfortable in her chair.

“I was naked!”

“You were not naked!”

“Almost naked!”

A roar of laughter came from Folio then which had Ellie just pointing in his direction without taking her eyes off of Noah, glaring at the demon lord with a simple shut up towards Folio, even as Noah started chuckling at both of their antics.

“Technically, that was your fault, BabyGirl. You were the one doing the stripping, I was the one that stopped you, disappointing as it might have been.”

His eyes swept down her body, lingering as he remembered the glimpses she’d given him the night before in the lacy underwear.

“Very, very disappointing.”

Her arms immediately crossed in front of her as she felt the way his eyes were roaming over her body, she could imagine the way he was just picturing her barely clothed all over again. She couldn’t even say it was a disappointing thought as she felt her face flush warm, colour blooming in her cheeks.

“Please, with your entourage at the bar, I highly doubt you spent last night remotely disappointed.”

Noah rolled his eyes at her with a scoff, enough that she continued.

“What, none of your little fangirls wanted to give their big handsome demon lord any face time last night after you left little old me?”

Ellie knew she was pushing it, but she couldn’t help it. Just talking about it, Noah reminding her that she was the one stripping her clothes, and him stopping her, was causing snippets of last night to come back to her, and she was embarrassed. Even more than that she was mortified that she’d practically thrown herself at this man and he’d just turned her away like she was nothing. Nothing. She felt sick all over her.

What did she expect though? He was a demon lord, and she was what? A human that up until a couple of days ago was homeless and jobless. Technically, she was sort of still both. Everything she had now was just given to her on a silver platter, so she didn’t think that really counted, now did it? She hadn’t worked for it, she hadn’t done anything to get it, just shoved at her, and now here she was, twiddling her thumbs while he was some big demon lord.. Tormenting her.

Of course.

Noah just blinked, he could be angry, fucking pissed at what she was implying, but the problem is she wasn’t wrong, usually. He wouldn’t have thought twice about picking up one of his shadows from the bar and taking home a fuck when he was bored.. About a hundred years ago. There came a point when mindless sex became tedious, no matter how much he enjoyed it, and he did enjoy it, but he wanted, more. Something about this one.

She promised, more.

Even if he wasn’t sure that she wasn’t promising to drive him insane right alongside everything that he was looking forward to.

Swinging his long legs down from propping them up on the desk to stand up, walking around it to stand in front of her, smirking, he could be angry, but he wasn’t. No, she amused him with how defensive she was getting. Her fighting back, he liked her fire, she was feisty, he was enjoying that.

“Oh no, BabyGirl, I only had one woman on my mind last night, and she was all wrapped up, snoring cute little zebras. Maybe next time she won't be so drunk, and I’ll spend the night making her scream my name. Maybe then she won’t have to worry about my entourage anymore at all.”

Reaching up, he twirled a stray lock of hair around a couple of his fingers as he smirked.”

“When I’m done with you, all of Hell will know exactly who you belong to.”

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