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#charlie speaks.
Hi everyone!!! oh and charlie too i guess.
I hope everyone is well!!! :3
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[[Kayci is stunned that she is getting attention so quickly, and is a little afraid to respond]]
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“OUTTA MY WAY!” “ACK—”
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“Nice to see we got some fans already! My name is Kyle and I’m doing great. That was my girlfriend, Kayci. Damn she’s the best. Anyways it’s nice to meet’cha!”
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[[He’s just staring…]]
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earthmvrs · 2 years
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go ahead and like this post for a starter !!  length will vary.  please, specify the muse you would like.  if you do not do this, you will not get a starter. 
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ratkiing-a · 11 months
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do you care for this little guy
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Reject Autism Speaks, embrace ultra-realistic and occasionally unintentionally autism-coded characters
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rhetorical-conscience · 8 months
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Charlie: Once I lost my ex at a party and found him hooking up with some random girl.
Charlie: Last night I lost Nick at a party and found him outside trying to befriend a stray cat.
Charlie: Upgrades.
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its-ok-to-smile · 3 months
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Lucifer's pocket dimension(?) is designed to look like a circus tent
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qmorningcrew · 10 months
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fell asleep and forgot to post these but screenshots of some of the pinned chat messages from charlie’s stream last night lmao
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habeascorpseus · 6 months
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THEY PLANNED TO MEET UP AT PURGATORY GLOBAL SO CHARLIE COULD KILL HIM AND FINALIZE THEIR DIVORCE. CHARLIE DIED AT CENTER, RAN BACK AND MARIANA WAS THERE HAVING ALREADY LOOTED HIS BODY BUT GIFTED HIM BACK HIS STUFF. CHARLIE LIED ABOUT BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH CELLBIT BUT COULDNT HELP BEING GENUINE WHEN MARIANA TOLD HIM HE WAS GLAD HE WAS HAPPY. THEY TALKED ABOUT LIFE AND MARIANA WAS PROUD OF HIM TRYING TO LEARN SPANISH. CHARLIE STARTED DOING SHY GAY FLIRTING BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT AT THIS POINT. IT WORKED. THEY FUCKED THREE TIMES IN THE GLOBAL WATER POOL AND AGREED TO TRY AGAIN AS LONG AS MARIANA LOGGED ON AGAIN AND MIGHT EVEN RAISE CODEFLIPPA TOGETHER. MARIANAS NICKNAME HAS BEEN UPGRADED FROM PUTA ESPOSA TO GUAPA ESPOSA. CHARLIE THREATENED TO MAIL A BOMB TO CCMARIANAS HOUSE IF MARIANA DOESN'T COME TO THE NEXT QSMP MEETUP BY THE END OF THE YEAR. WE ARE SO BACK.
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whatthefuxkkk · 18 days
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AU where everything is the same except Alastor and Lucifer are buddies
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Welcome to my shithole ask blog for my DSAF ocs. Enjoy your stay or smth idk.
Asks are: Open!
Rules for the blog:
Please be respect the character’s boundaries!
Be as mean as you want to charlie.
Nothing too Nsfw please!
I fucking hate charlie
Other things
If you color the names of the characters, here’s a reference to how I’d like them to be colored:
Kayci Smith |—| Kyle Ellis |—| Aaron Williams |—| charlie
Character reference sheet!!!
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And then there’s charlie. They use They/It, and are a fucking parasite. They have no physical form, so no reference sheet. They are a bitch. Pure evil. I hate them.
Extra information!!
They all know Tomas, my other Oc. Go check out his personal Ask blog!
I draw most responses to asks, so be patient if you send one in.
Ah. That’s all. Okay fun. Whee!!!! Bye bye!!!
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earthmvrs · 2 years
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a psa.
hello everyone.  i’ve made the decision to combine both my multi muse and my bnha oc hiroto.  i have moved both of these blogs for my comfort.  i’ve been feeling stuck lately, and needed something new.  also, after recent events, i think it’s best for me to move blogs.  i’m going to be very selective going forward for my mental health.  writing has been stressing me out a lot more than it should.  i will be keeping a lot of threads, but deleting some of them.  all inbox prompts that are unanswered will not be answered on the new blog.
if you want to follow my new blog, please like this post. i will send my new url through tumblr ims.  also, if you follow my new blog please fill out my interest checker.  it will help me a lot.  even if we have written together before.
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deadghosy · 2 months
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☆MASTERLIST OF
HAZBIN HOTEL☆
(Color sorted)
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“SWAG! *sends pic in hospital*”
Hazbin hotel x Jeff the killer! Reader
“I think I killed someone on accident mom/dad”
How they react to teen! Reader learning how to drive
Hazbin hotel x slenderman! Reader
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X READER
Friendship hcs with the hazbin crew
ALBERT/FLAMINGO! READER X HAZBIN GANG
Cat! Reader x Lucifer
Hazbin hotel x elder! Sister of Lucifer Morningstar
Elder! Sister meeting others
Lucifer Morningstar x gn!reader
Younger sister! Reader of Lucifer Morningstar
platonic Lucifer Morningstar x gn! Child reader
VEES MEETING MY VERSION OF Y/N
Hazbin hotel x Bendy! Reader
“Dad/mom, I got a headache”
Dogday!reader
Dogday!reader getting hurt
How they react to you throwing up
HAZBIN HOTEL X MOTH COTL! READER
HAZBIN HOTEL X NOOB READER
HAZBIN HOTEL X RACCOON! READER
Hazbin hotel angels x trailblazer! Reader
Hotel hazbin x Caelus! Reader
“Cracked out”- Alastor x male stoner! Reader
TWIN READERS X HAZBIN HOTEL
Platonic Alastor x gn! Reader
How they react to child gn! Reader being bullied
ST. PATRICKS DAY WITH HAZBIN GANG
HELL/HEAVEN X GARDNER! READER
Hazbin hotel x Ben drowned! reader
“Would you love me if I was a worm?”
JELLYFISH! READER X HAZBIN HOTEL
Hazbin hotel x penguin! Reader pt 1
Hazbin hotel angels x penguin! Reader pt2
RETURN OF PENGUIN IN HELL pt3
COURT FOR PENGUIN/PENGUIN!READER PT4
Where the Penguin! Reader will live: pt.5
Catnap!reader
Enderman! Reader headcannons/imagines 
CATNAP! Reader hanging out with the VEES
Enderman! Reader
Hazbin hotel x fem! Catnap reader headcannons
“MOM/DAD LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!”
ENDERMAN! READER GETTING HURT
Angel Dust platonic x gn! Reader
Hazbin hotel x Kirby! Reader
Cute chibi! reader headcannons
How they react to child gn! Reader getting hurt
“Mom/dad! I had a nightmare!”
Hazbin Hotel x Wally Darling! Reader
HAZBIN HOTEL X CHIBI! Reader
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the-ace-with-spades · 2 months
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(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)
Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.
Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.
Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and 
The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.
Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.
(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)
And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.
They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.
When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.
There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.
His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”
“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.
His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.
His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”
Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.
“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”
“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”
It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.
 The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.
The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.
Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.
Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too. 
So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner. 
His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.
“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.
“That’s right.”
“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.
Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”
“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.” 
Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”
“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”
The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.
Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”
“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”
Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.
He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.
The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always
“Whit's wrang?”
There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.
Simon takes off the mask.
The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face. 
Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.
Not anymore.
This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.
He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.
Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”
Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.
Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year
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apollos-boyfriend · 10 months
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this is said every time i’m p sure but watching slime’s pov is always. so funny. because he’ll log in like “sigh . . . another day in my exiled life . . . on a server where i am hated by everyone for my past crimes . . . i am truly unforgivable . . .” and then the Second he runs into someone they’re fully like “OH MY GOD SLIMECICLE HI it’s been so long you need to log on more!! we missed you!! have all of these items to make sure you don’t die and don’t forget we’re here to for you if you ever need anything! did you know that we love you and you’re part of our family? just a reminder ^_^ i hope you have a good day because we love and care about you!! bye!!!”
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nightmareglitter · 2 months
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They really put Tom Cruise in front of a camera, told him the blond was the love interest and then didn't specify which one, didn't they?
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Me @ me, when faced with more than one (1) minute of free time:
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