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Totally unrelated to anything but I really, really, really miss the Moon Knight fandom rn

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Quick question for the people out here bragging about how they're throwing away their votes:

What exactly do you guys think is going to happen? Do you think Congress is going to get together and be like, "oh, it looks like a lot of people between ages 18-30 didn't vote this year. Sounds like they don't like The System," and then set fire to the Constitution and start the whole country over again from the ground up?

Whatever you're trying to come across as, "enlightened" or "radical" or "woke" or generally morally superior...you don't. Really. You look entitled, immature and lazy. The SNL "threw it on the ground" song? Literally you. A bunch of buffoons trying to be cool. Shape up and be a fucking adult, I'm so fucking done with you people.

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the classic Finnish mix of extreme dutifulness and “we will make actual conversation after a silent interaction trial period of 6 weeks, thank you” can be really funny sometimes. told my coworker that I’d like to save the coffee grounds the workplace generated and take them home “for my mushrooms and worms” and she was just like “okei” and dutifully saved every single grounds-filled filter for weeks and weeks. about five weeks into this whole thing, after I thank her for the coffee grounds and tell her my worms must love them because they’re breeding very enthusiastically, she finally asks “so your worms… do they have a purpose or are they just… worms”. like sure I’ll save you all these coffee grounds every single time I drink coffee, 3+ times a day, but god forbid I inquire about your specific worm habits before propriety allows it. you could be eating them for breakfast for all I know but that’s your business

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“who’s your favorite character?” my friend’s oc. “who’s your favorite character in canon?” my friend’s oc. “your favorite character can’t be your friend’s oc!” the posters on my walls and discord messages say otherwise. my wound has a heartbeat and only my friend’s oc can fix it. goodbye chat

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☆GET TO KNOW ME TAG☆

Thank you for tagging me: @nyx-umbrakinesis ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Phone Wallpaper:

(it’s my bestie’s drawing of my Hazbin Hotel OC)

Last song I listened to: In My Dreams from Anastasia on a loop (because I’m singing it for a community theatre audition🫠)

Last movie I saw: Does a really long Titanic documentary on YouTube count?

What am I wearing right now?:

How tall am I? 5’6

Piercing/Tatoos: you can see tattoo #1 in the picture, I don’t feel like trying to get a pic of tattoo #2 because it’s on the back of my neck, but it’s a pretentious book reference. And my ears are pierced

Glasses/Contacts: Glasses but they’re a pain so I’m thinking of getting contacts

Last thing I ate: cereal and coffee

Favorite Color: pink ig

Current Obsession(s): Titanic (the ship not the movie, but also not *not* the movie, it’s complicated)

Current Crush(es): I don’t want to talk about it🫠

Favorite Fictional Crushes: Well I’m married to Arthur Harrow, so. Honorable mentions: Sylvanas Windrunner, Alastor & Vox

Last Place I Traveled: Like, “travel” traveled? London ig but it’s been a minute. I don’t have travel money lol

NO-PRESSURE TAGS: as usual, everyone I know has already been tagged, so anyone else who wants to can go👍🏻

☆ GET TO KNOW ME TAG ☆

Thank you for tagging me @redvexillum, (the post was mega long so I started a new one) 💜

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Phone Wallpaper:

Last song I listened to: New Perspective By Panic! At The Disco.

Last movie I saw: Inside Out 2 (lol snap Vexi)

What am I wearing right now? I'm in bed... And I don't wear pyjamas... Figure it out 😏

How tall am I? 5'3"

Piercing/Tatoos: 2 Tattoos, a piercing in each earlobe, but in the past I had another 5 piercings on top of that and had one of those redone one and my lobes redone too.

Glasses/Contacts: Glasses.

Last thing I ate: A sandwich but I was so ill it didn't stay...

Favorite Color: Blue, Black, Purple, Silver.

Current Obsession(s): Hazbin Hotel, and my online wifey's.

Current Crush(es): Alastor, Vox, Lucifer are the main three but I wouldn't say no to a few others 😉 (Lute and Velvette honourable mentions).

Favorite Fictional Crushes: see above.

Last Place I Traveled: The doctors/Hospital no doubt... Lol

NO-PRESSURE TAGS:

Free for all anyone can join in!

@redfoxwritesstuff @lunarmango @crackrodent @inuhalfdemon @whatswrongwithblue @wendigonamecaller @weirdcrocodilelady

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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better. 🖤

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PSA: Hate Message/Bullying

This will be my last message regarding the negative messages I’ve been receiving. To the person or group responsible, you’ve crossed a line. While this message is directed at you, it's also meant for others in the Hazbin Hotel community who may be experiencing similar negativity and feel isolated.

Please remember, you are not alone.

CW/TW: inflammatory language, suicide, death threat, provocative language

Annonie, when I woke up this morning to over 20+ messages, I felt confused. As I started reading through all the hate, I found myself wondering, "What did I do to trigger this?" But then I stopped and realized—it’s not me. It’s YOU.

For a moment, I thought about quitting. I honestly considered giving up writing here because it didn’t feel worth the constant barrage of negativity, especially when I’m already juggling so much stress in my real life. But there's something stubborn in me—a part that refuses to back down, even when faced with such blatant, childish hate. Maybe it's my age, or just my nature, but I found myself trying to understand you.

I want to tell you to stop before it goes too far.

Words have power. Have you ever been taught that?

I don’t know if you write stories yourself, but if you do, you know how words can evoke so many emotions—joy, comfort, sorrow—giving someone an escape or a friend in the pages. But words can also destroy. They can crush dreams, steal hope, and even push someone to the edge.

I lost a friend to online bullying. One of my closest people was taken away because of hate-filled words from a stranger. Do you understand the weight of that? They were a lover, a friend, a family member, and in a single moment of hatred, that person lost their future. Someone’s thoughtless words robbed them of happiness, of possibility.

You see, while I can take your hate, I worry about the others in this community who might not. I’m more concerned about the impact you might be having on someone else who’s already struggling.

It only takes one bad day to ruin someone’s life. And isn’t that just heartbreaking?

I’m not asking you to be a hero or a saint.

I’m asking you to be a human being—to show some compassion.

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Beginning of Resurgam Chapter 17:

The sun was directly overhead, and the pain in the Thorn's foot had subsided to a dull, steady throb by the time she and Layla left the apartment. It was hot enough to squash any remaining doubts about the possibility of spontaneous human combustion, and even covered head to toe in practical, desert-friendly light garments, she could feel her skin cooking in the impossible air.

Layla, hatless and vested, seemingly dressed more for Canadian fall than Egyptian summer, reminder her to hydrate. "I'm serious," she said, plucking a bottle out of the Thorn's backpack and shoving it into her hands, "don't stop drinking for more than a minute. It's scary how fast you're going to lose fluids out here. Even your sweat will evaporate before you can wipe it away.

The Thorn took the water (it was more of a small tank than a bottle), remembering when it was Arthur taking care of her, smiling up at her as she swayed on the back of a camel, looking at her like she herself had created the golden desert and lay it like a blanket beneath them. No one would ever look at her that way again, eyes shining with an indescribable depth of love, love for her and nobody else, love beyond description, love beyond sanity.

(I think everyone I know has already been tagged in this, so anyone who wants can do it next 👍🏼)

WIP WEDNESDAY

Going to start doing these over here the same way I do in my main fandom. Not every Wednesday (because I'm forgetful silly Enby) but more often than not.

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Bon Appetit Chapter Two Snippet

"Alastor is an asshole, that's what the fuck happened at breakfast." You grumble bitterly as you glare back at the hotel off in the distance.

"Well, yeah. I coulda' told you that one. But I thought the two of you hadn't met yet, I didn't expect a war zone to break out as soon as ya' did." Angel shrugs casually.

"Technically we met last night when I was cleaning up after cooking for the girls. He all but jumped and cornered me right off the bat. Was apparently listening into the conversation like a creepy ass bastard too. How is he the one Charlie ended up with as a business partner?"

"It's a long story." Angel waves off easily. "But somehow we ended up with freaky face as a permanent part a' management. He's still here despite all that's happened, so I guess even I gotta' hand him that. Still, he remains said asshole as you said. S'pose Charlie might think the benefit out weighs the rest. But your guess is as good as mine. What'd he say? Did he do anything to ya'?"

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No pressure tags but I'd love to see what y'all are up to: @twistedvanillacoffee @fightingmonsterswithwords @redfoxwritesstuff @redvexillum

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Beautiful Person Award! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out! 🌸

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bandaids on ur fingers can be a kind of lingerie. if youre enlightened.

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Vox commission!

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Phantomhive Manor

Black Butler: Public School - Episode 10

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Alastor and Vox come through the door and you're sat on the ground by the floor length widow looking out at the storm.

You don't turn as you hear them approach.

Vox: "What's wrong babydoll?"

Alastors ears twitch and his smile freezes as Vox reads your body language so accurately.

You don't respond, the tear tracks down your face matching the window pane.

Alastor also gets on the floor with you both, his hand rests on your shoulder.

Alastor: "Darling, please, tell us."

You: "Am I just a selfish burden? Do I make you feel uncomfortable? A chore?"

Your voice is low, but they both hear you making eye contact over your head. Alastor is the first to wrap his arms around you, pulling you back onto his lap, his cheek resting on your hair as the dam breaks and you sob.

Alastor: "Never, not now, not in a certury, will I find you a chore, my love."

Vox wraps his arms around you both and you bury your head in his chest, wetting his crisp shirt, but he doesn't mind as you fall apart.

Vox: "All relationships have give and take love, if they can't see you for your kindness and wonder, when you're low, if they can't also respect your feelings then they weren't a true friend... Can we..?"

You: "no... Don't, I still care, they aren't bad, I just..."

The tears keep coming and Alastor and Vox remain, sandwiching you between them, their warmth and the storm an anchor in the waves of your grief.

They both press kisses and reassurances upon you as they help you ride things out, letting you know they won't be going anywhere.

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~ Ring Inscribed with Hieroglyphs.

Place of origin: Egypt

Date: 305–30 B.C.

Medium: Gold

▪︎ From the source: Upon death, people who were thought to have lived moral lives were reborn in the afterlife as a form of the god Osiris. This ring is inscribed with the title “Osiris,” followed by the owner’s names and titles, attesting to his faith that he would become one with the god after death.