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im-a-regular-joe · 5 days

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LISTEN UP HAZBIN FANS

Hear me out. Mammon own Alastors soul.

OK. ok let me explain.

Exibit A- Mimzy

Look really close at that tattoo. Got a good look? Now where have you seen that before? Was it here?

Now I want you to remember the end of Alastor and Mimzy's friendship. Now imagine that happening but replace Mimzy with Niftty or Rosie or Zestiel. Does it look wrong to you? It does to me. I feel like there realashionship was strictly curcumstantial. Like they wouldn't be friends if they didn't need too. They parted so easily and it look like they both were able to accept it quite quickly.

Exhbit B - Colors and Emblems

Here we see Angel and Val. Val own Angels soul as we all know. Whenever the deal between them is brought up. Pink appears. Pink smoke, Pink chains ect. This might me me over analysing but Angel Dust and Valentino have a single gold tooth and they are both in the the same spot.

Now look at Alastor when he brings up his deal. His deal with Husk.

And the deal he made himself with, (I suspect Mammon)

In both of these example the color assosiated with respective people is the same.

Alastor in every scene is fully covered. NO skin exposed. In the scene where Sir Pentious rips his coat ad gets angry. I think he is hiding something. Maybe a certain tattoo?

So who else has a green color sheme and green electrical charges in full demon form? The Prince of Greed himself.

3. Mammons attitude

As the lowest class in hell I think the Imps are already indept to serve all the other cretures in hell espessially the overlords and the sins.

SO imagine fizz as a sinner and not an imp. I am 10000% sure that they would be in a Angel and Val type deal but theres no need for that.

Mammon also talks alot about smiling. He is in the entertainment industry.

Before the clown show Mammon tells Fizz

"Smile, Fizzie. The Smile is what they like to see from ya."

Who else talks about smiling constantly and is a master of the art

Alastor.

I do have a feeling that the stitches are not in the proper formation to be what forces Alastor to smile but rather to to keep him from speaking about somthing. Thats a threory for another day.

but lastly biblically Greed is probbally the most powerful sin. Pride may rule hell but greed causes it to thrive.

The indian cree proverb. "You can't eat money." Means you can't get enough. SO you have to keep going with it.

And thats why I think Al could have made a deal with Satan or another sin but he chose Mammon because they are both greedy.

Mammon for Fame and money and Alastor for power.

But hey thats just a theory.....

A film theory ( hehehe I had too)

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shamelessler · 7 months

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Squidbob Headcanons

this is pre-established dating

- they pass notes back and forth with customer orders + little notes for each other during work

- spongebob is extremely interested in squidwards suction cups and plays with them when he's bored

- they have sleepovers every friday night where they give each other makeovers while watching Gilmore Girls

- squidward can't stand it when spongebob tries to clothes shop without him because he always comes home with something outragious for him to wear

- at every party they sneak off to make out😐

- spongebob constantly brags about squidward

- squidward is the little spoon

- they make each other lunches for work, squidward is a terrible chef but spongebob is so very supportive😭💞

- spongebob gets very lovey dovey around christmas and walks around the house singing all i want for christmas you

- "please? ill be your best friend"

- squidward reads over spongebob's papers for college and helps him with grammar

- for their first date they went to an art convention that was wholely squidwards idea, but spongebob found an exibit on bubbles that they both adored

- they pretend to be santa for each other and on christmas morning they say stuff like "gee i wonder what santa brought for you this year" and give each other looks

- both of them don't especially enjoy PDA at work, but sometimes during squidwards breaks spongebob bursts in and lets all his adoration out

- this headcanon is mostly for me, but i hc that spongebob has SA trauma so they both made lots of boundaries about the certain subject

- squidward secretly goes crazy for sharing self care products with spongebob. he wants to smell like him

- good segway into a hc ive been mulling over for a while, but spongebob would naturally smell like childhood toys, ukulele strings, and a hint of book smell

- squidward naturally smells...warm? like yk how heat gives off a smell. and also a weirdly specific brand of laundry detergent, and cat paws

- spongebob is usually the one to motivate and affirm while squidward is the one to reason with and de-escalate

- the sound of squidwards voice immediately calms spongebob, its like he curls up in the vibrations of it and the stress literally melts away

- squidward is the type to randomly slip a compliment into the conversation like it meams nothing, and then smiles to himself when spongebob malfunctions

- flustering spongebob is a difficult task, squidward knows from experience that spongebob is hard to surprise or catch off guard

- banter between the two is something that squidward values greatly, he loves being able to bounce witty quips and flirts off of spongebob and to have the sponge retaliate and match his energy

- squidwards easily knocked off of his high horse by spongebob, but spongebob always catches him (shut up i know thats stupid but its cute)

- one night after spongebob had eluded his mind long after he'd said goodbye, squidward created a song about him. he stayed up at an ungodly hour and then in the morning he just stared at the pages and pages of lyrics.

he rememebered thinking one thing: fuck. he was in love

#squidbob #spongebob headcanons #spongebob squarepants #squidbob headcanons #weewooweewoo #pre established relationship

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rosedragonblast · 23 days

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Reincarnation!AU.

Got inspired by one of the arts of @tamelee yet again.

It's modern era. Around 2010.

Sasuke — a student, studying photography. He's quite a shy, yet witted and promising young man. At least, that's what people tell him. He's not sure about himself. About his choice of life.

He feels out of place. Like he doesn't belong in this time, universe, whatever he can call it. Sasuke doesn't have anything to worry about, since his parents are well off, his brother and sister are working abroad to bring in even more money and reputation for the Uchiha.

Sasuke feels like he's too ungrateful. A lot of people only dream about this lifestyle, being able to not only have a food on the table, but also recieve a proper education.

Sasuke takes a habit of wondering into museums, art galleries and such. He feels more at piece, more connected to the people of the ancient times.

Reaching a section of the ancient countries, he sees an exibit of something which makes his fingers twitch with something he never felt before.

Leaders of their own lands. Great people, who were able to change the track of the world. One of them catches Uchiha's eye. A tall, obviously handsome face, with good stature, wide shoulders and eyes looking straight ahead with confidence. Sasuke can't help himself. He touches the hand, in which a bandage is carved. He looks at the striped markings, something flashing before his eyes. For some reason, tears appear on his face. He feels a resemblance, a sense of longing.

He doesn't even know his name. Yet, he misses him. Like they were closer than he could remember.

* * *

Days pass on. It's time for warm summer days, sense of freedom from finished exams. Sasuke finally leaves for his home town. Feeling a bit better, he smiles, looking up at his own reflection in the glass. He remembers that statue, which he visited countless times in months before spring ends.

He reaches home, getting accustomed to this calm and slow life. Reading his favourite book on the balcony, eating tomatoes, feeling wind passing through his hair, having no care in the word. It's not going to be as carefree anymore. But it's something.

Sasuke remembers his childhood still, when he comes out, putting his weight against the railing.

He notices something in the distance, coming out for fresh air in the morning. Being only a bit curious, he comes closer. He flashes his camera a few times, noticing a gathering of artists in the distance. One of them notices Sasuke, smiling, speaking with him in a bit of a deep, soothing voice.

Sasuke gulps, not believing the resemblance.

The blonde man puts down his brush, turns away from his painting, licks his lips and comes closer. He puts his hand on the camera, making sure Sasuke puts it down before intertwining their fingers.

Naruto gets a bit lower, smiles and whispers:

— Long time no see, Sasuke~

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AU facts:

* Sasuke has a sister named Izumi. She's the middle child, more independent, not a genius like her brothers, but she compensates with her passion. She's a bit spicy if you push her, but Izu is mostly gentle, like their mother. She loves Sasuke a bit more than Itachi, but they honestly prefer their little brother to each other. Sasuke only pretends to not like it.

* Naruto is an artist, who has a passion for animals and creation. His paintings are mostly about animals and nature, he spends a lot of time outside, in parks and forests. Sasuke's photos are more about the modern aspects of the world. Buildings, people, busy streets. His aesthetic is a bit unusual, but he can capture something lively in those stone jungles.

* Naruto has some recollection of his previous life, although he can't remember all of it. He remembers Sasuke, their connection, and their deaths.

* They both died a natural death, although Sasuke died a few years earlier. Naruto often visited his grave, promising that they'll meet after this life.

* Naruto is five years older than Sasuke. He's also the taller one this time. Sasuke remembers teasing him about it in their past lifes. Now, Uzumaki teases him in retaliation.

#naruto #au #sasunaru #narusasu #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #naruto x sasuke #naruto uzumaki x sasuke uchiha #those two are sending me for real #thanks for the inspo yet again #i don't know why but i like Sasuke as a photographer

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queenofthepeasants · 4 days

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My body is a museum of sadness

Slight TW for sadness

My body is a museum of sadness,

Each painting a new betrayal,

A new shade of grief.

Blues,

Greys,

Blacks.

Blur around me.

Are they really blurred,

Or is it my tears?

They were beautiful,

Though only if one could ignore the story behind it.

They were everything,

Everything but true happiness.

They can’t be destroyed,

They hide behind bullet proof glass,

Protected.

They can’t die,

Even when I’m dead,

They’ll remain,

Like stars in the sky,

Like scarrs on puckered skin.

An art gallery,

The walls lined with memories of her,

Exibitions of who she was.

She smiles in every picture,

Its haunting.

I can’t keep looking,

Looking in her eyes,

All I see is innocence.

I see a happpy little girl,

Smiling.

It hurts to watch her,

To know i can’t do anything,

Knowing that she doesn’t know how bad its going to get.

I stare at the pictures of me now,

Gazing up,

Trying to re-organise them into something meaningful.

Into something pretty,

Art is pretty,

But these paintings aren’t.

They’re tainted,

Marked by hate.

I see uneven proportions,

A messed up face,

Like someones moved everything about.

Its like piacasso re-painted over my face,

Painted over her face.

I am a library of untold stories,

Most of my stories were deemed too sad,

So they sit collecting dust in the restricted area.

Those who got to read them,

Took it for granted,

They ruined pages.

Some even created the pages.

Some became stories,

The stories no one would ever hear,

The ones kept locked away.

My body is a museum of sadness,

It’s an art gallery,

Its library.

My body is a graveyard of lost stories,

Scars,

And emptyness.

@sweetwarmcookies16

#poetry #original poem #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets

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brascu · 8 months

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ok, I've got an idea lol (another one, sorry)

Reggie kills Ben instead of Luther at the end of season 3, tells everyone this stupid hero tried finding the bells by himself because he wanted to save them blablabla and get them to follow to Oblivion. Leaving Klaus behind again.

But the thing is, Ben doesn't have that strong of a reason to tell Klaus to go back to earth to help the others. So the mission fail and the universe is eaten and everyone dies lol

And Reggie is like "lol, wrong sibling. lemme try again."

UH, WAIT

AAAH

It starts with "In a timeline that wasn't the right, something right may have come from it."

Because what happens is that, when Klaus and Ben sit there, watching TV just as it happened with Luther..... or maybe not TV, something more Bennish.... an exibition? a party?

A FUCKING GYM? lol

Like, he died and he's still trying to get stronger to be better, to be the best. THE number one.

And Klaus is like, following him on threadmills lazily, untill he's like "why you still training, man? we dead lol" And that's what sets the convo.

And Ben is PISSED when he recalls Reginald killed him for nothing. And Klaus is like lol me too, man, we were the ones who were truly on his side. And they strt chatting about it blablabla

But the thing is Ben, the first one to die, is somehow in the void. And he comes to meet Klaus because, fuck, he always tried to reach him but he never stood around for this long.

And their meeting is warm and filled with tears and hugs and kisses.

And that's when Sparrow Ben gets even pisseder (i know this is not a word)

Because, fuck, he and Klaus had just fucked like last night and looking at Ben's face he is reminded that he looks just like him.

And now he feels like a replacement.

And when Benerino gets that is what happened, he gets angry at Klaus for replacing him with a messed up copy of him.

And Klaus is like ?????????????????????????? you are not the same person, wtf, no one is replacing no one

And somehow they talk it out, about how Klaus loves his Ben in a way that has nothing to do with how open he is to love this new Ben. And they should just get along, for god's sake, they're turning a dream to a nightmare.

And before they can feel bad about getting Klaus anxious, he says something about being able to have a threesome with both of them and they're just eyerolls and huffing smiles, because he's just ridiculous.

and then the others die, appear, Reggie curses himself for killing the wrong sibling and the end lol

I'm a fucking genius. Imma try to write this shit in a go, becuse this is CLEARLY a oneshot

#tua #horrance #double horrance?#ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #sparrow ben #umbrella ben #harcest

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nikkippy · 1 year

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Kalim x reader | Love Letter -ラブレター (YOASOBI)

Author's note: after chapter 4, i dont know what im doing, anyway your honor kalim is in love with the prefect exibit a is his valentine's letter (who starts it off with 'hey love' ?!! from his first valentine card) exibit b is that he trusts us in chap 5 and tells us his insecurities (? idk i read that a long time ago might just be making it up)

GN pronouns (they/them), reader is the prefect yuu, also! if possible, do read it while listening to love letter by YOASOBI, it's inspired by that song. reader doesn't really show up (might make a part 2 tho where they actually show up and react to the letter or smth)

Summary: Kalim ends up talking with Silver about his crush so Silver tries to help him out (with his old man's courting techniques)

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Decorations everywhere, pillows all around, enough to make a mess out of the room. Some of the animals who'd freed themselves amidst the chaos roamed the dorm

"Ahaha! Look Jamil, the elephants are playing around the fountain!"

Kalim says, an enthusiastic smile on his face, as Jamil huffs out "Kalim! Not now!" while trying to take care of all the animals

On the corner of his eye, Kalim sees a parrot flying outside and going through the mirror. Thinking that going after the bird could lessen his friend's burden, he went for it, warning Jamil with a simple "I'll be back soon" (to which Jamil replied "wait, Kalim!") he runs out the dorm, following the bird

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Outside, he sees it flying to a more calm and shaded place, seemingly dazed, he lands atop of a sleeping man with silver hair and a calm aura

Looking closer, he noticed the male was a friend of his, namely Silver, like his hair and eyes. He tries to wake him gently to not scare the parrot and after much struggle, the male finally opens his eyes, letting a soft 'huh' out as he looks in Kalim's direction

"Ah! You finally woke up Silver!"

"Hm? Ah yeah, thank you Kalim, I must've fallen asleep again" he answers, still waking up by the looks of it "Hey Silver, if you don't mind, would you like to come to my party?"

"Party? When is it?"

"Well" Kalim replies "It's today! Around 6 pm! Think you can come?"

"Hmm" Silver thinks "Maybe another day, but I can help in the meantime" helping the male get up, Kalim says "Thanks! I have a feeling you're good with animals so I'm sure you'll help a lot"

Making small talk on the way back, they end up talking about what happened so far, and mostly, about the prefect

"The prefect is really nice! They helped me so many times and are a precious friend of mine" Kalim keeps going on and on about the prefect of ramshackle "I see, they seem like a lovely person, you talk very foundly of them, Kalim" Silver slightly intervenes, putting a stop to Kalim's excited ramble. Still, Kalim continues "Yeah! They saved me and helped me when I was at my lowest, I really treasure them, they're more precious than any of my jewels!"

"Hmm, hey Kalim, do you like the prefect?" Silver asks to a beaming Kalim "Huh? Ah of course, I already said it but they're a really good friend"

"No, like" Silver continues "Are you perhaps in love with them?" He asls straigh away to a now slightly blushing Kalim "Eh?! Umm, I haven't thought in that way"

After some time, Kalim exclaims "Yeah! I like them!"

"That's nice to hear, do you have any plans to court them? I remember the ol- I mean, father teaching me about it"

"Courting? I mean, as a son of the Asim family, they do teach some things but I never paid attention, I was always daydreaming" Kalim replies with a smile. "Then" Silver proposes "Would like me to help? Although I may not have the best advice, I do think I can help with the matter"

"I'll be counting on you then, Silver! Maan, I feel I'm using you at this point, sorry" He apologizes, but Silver denies "It's fine, I'm the one offering help, besides, I don't mind it"

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When they reached the Scarabia Dorm, both men went inside and organized everything to the best of their abilites, with mostly Jamil taking care of everything. After managing everythin out, Jamil brought some drinks and snacks for the others, excusing himself to finish the last preparations for the party

Now alone, Silver starts out "Maybe you should sing them something"

"Like a love song?" Kalim inquires "But I'm not sure I can do it right away, if possible I'd like to do it as soon as possible, and the party will starin a few hours"

"Well then, how about a love letter instead? You can still show them your love with your words, just in a different way"

"Oh! Nice idea, Silver!" And so, Kalim started writing

Hey love

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#kalim x reader #x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #nikkippy writes #twst x reader #kalim al asim #so.. yea #i might write a part 2 if you guys ask for it #but i doubt it lol #anyways sorry for being so very late #might (prob not) finish leona's this month as well #so theres that..?#open ending ig haha

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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any headcanons about friendy and kind hare animatronic s/o (who is for some reason fully immune to the afton (alter ego) virus) with freddy and gregory’s help trying to fix and make monty, Roxanne and chica come back fully to their senses and free them completly without destroying them and manages to do it with success in a quite unexpected way like he/she/they/xem/whatever asked to gregory play an song from an abandoned and lost smartphone they found to cheer the situation while freddy plays along side the song guess what happened? while the 4 virus infected animatronics where tied up and listened to the song in their eyes turned and glowed purple and they began twich and scream in a voice which completely aren’t theirs (glitchtrap’s/William’s voice) after 15 minutes their eyes exibited an purple “error” and ”self-deleting” menssages in their eyes before they got knock out for 30 minutes and miraculousy waking up back to their senses and fully virus free! showing that music and some others similar or shares the similar rhythm and audio frequency for some reason has an extreme unwanted effect on the virus leading it to self-destruct without giving traces like “fully exorcising a demon from a person then slay it”?

I gotta say this idea is SUPER big brained I love it ...........

"You sure this rebar will hold them?” Gregory looks to the aggressive Glamrock trio tied up in bundles of metal, uncertain.

Roxanne was complaining loudly about her hair, while Chica whined about being hungry, and Monty thrashed around and snapped his jaws.

Yep. They were still lost, taken over by that virus that amplified their worst traits. They even yelled at Freddy when he tried to calmly talk to him, saying hurtful things.

You (a hare-based animatronic who didn’t get infected), knew they didn’t mean it. They were even confusing you for Bonnie, with Monty in hysterics over that day.

But it finally convinced Freddy that they weren’t themselves, though you had an idea on how to help them, and you explained the plan to him. It was really just a theory...you weren’t sure if it would even work. But you had to try.

“It will, but not for long. We have to do this now.” You hopped over to Gregory, opening your chest cavity to reveal a smartphone you retrieved from lost and found. “This device has a playlist of the band’s original songs..like this one! Make sure the wireless connection is on and hit play when I say so.”

“Uh, okay..?” He takes the phone and connects it to a speaker, confused as Freddy returns with his mic. “What’s music gonna do again?”

“..hopefully bring them back. If not then..I don’t know what will.”

“But all we can do is try, right?” The bear beams with hope, making you smile back at him.

“Right. Now remember: no matter how they react, do not stop singing. Just pretend they’re...a bunch of angsty teens who can’t shut up.”

“...that’s kind of mean-”

“Freddy.”

“Okay, okay. I promise I won’t stop singing.” His expression turns serious. “I’m ready.”

You tell Gregory to hit play, and both of you hide behind one of the metal fences just in case anything goes wrong.

Freddy stood in front of his bandmates as they still struggled in their metal binds, his heart full of determination as he began singing.

They all perk up at the familiar music--and their leader’s loud and proud voice as it didn’t waver, not even as they started taunted him.

“Is this all ya got, Fatbear?!! Singing that stupid song?!! Some leader you are!!”

“TRAITOR!! Just give us the kid!!!”

“We’re only trying to help!! Why do you hate us, Freddy?!!!”

Yet it wasn’t long before something happened.

Their eyes began glowing purple one by one. And you, Freddy, and Gregory heard them emit these horrid noises--like hoarse glitchy screams that weren’t even their own voices.

Obviously it jarred Freddy, who was afraid of hurting his friends, but he kept going, not stopping for even a moment.

Soon the song ends, and they’re still in agony--but quieter as the purple glow began to fade and their temperaments haven’t changed.

“We need another song.” You urged Gregory to swipe to the next one, and he did, while Freddy sang that, too.

Over the span of 15 minutes, Freddy was singing songs and the corrupted trio was screaming as the virus got overwhelmed by the barrage of similar music frequencies.

As the last one concluded, Gregory noticed error messages flickering in their eyes, along with some weird computer jargon he didn’t fully understand.

But you did and looked on with awe. “See that? It’s forcing a system reboot on all of them!”

Meanwhile, the bear was out of breath, but he smiled brightly, relieved as they all shutdown. “You were right, [y/n]! It worked! They should reactivate in approximately..half an hour.”

Together you both work on untying them and dragging them to different corners of the room, waiting for them to wake up.

Exactly 30 minutes later, they stumble out into the atrium, confused and dazed. They seemingly forgot what happened.

But that didn’t matter. You and Freddy immediately hugged them, grateful to have them back.

It’ll be awkward explaining the situation between them and Gregory, knowing how paranoid the poor kid’s probably gonna be. Though somehow things work out in the end.

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator #fnaf gregory #animatronic reader #headcanons

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majesticwren · 6 months

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hey, same anon. what made you like zack most/what made you go "that one is my fave"? was it at first sight or grow on you as a fave? 🐋(whales are my favorite and i'll use it for identification)

Okokok right hello again baby ✨️ I'll keep an eye out for the 🐋 then

SO to the juicy stuff

He's not my fav of all times, that place in my heart is reserved for Mox, but he is up there for sure

Literally love at first sight. It's my literal new obsession and I fell into a big rabbit hole for that man.

It's a new thing because I literally found out about his existence with his aew feud with Brian, but one look at him in those black clothes in that episode he was on commentary before his match (see exibit a) and that was it for me.

exibit a:

The "darling". The charm. The cocky smile. The swagger. His accent. The chemistry he has with literally EVERYONE. And his pretty pretty face. God I can go on forever. He's just so magnetic.

What about you? 👀

#my asks #zsj #zack sabre jr #mox #aew #njpw

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 month

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NOAH YOU MUST SEE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SEE????

LMAO okay fair it's kinda justified that people may take it the wrong way, but god if its's really funny😂. Also, we have the humor of a 12 years old boy when we are together, so we say really stupid and funny things, sometimes louder than we should.

Idk if there's a word in english for it, but there's something called "albur" here, which is basically a way of talking with puns and double meaning, usually with a hidden sexual or flirty meaning behind, moslty used as a joke. Something typical in latin america. And we're both really good at it, unfortunately for our friends 😂😂

A clear example, we were doing some work, and we were on the floor, so I got up to get a book and Andrew sat at my spot, so the convo was something like

Me: "hey idiot, I was sitting there" Andrew: "Well, my lap is stil free ;)" Mark: "For fucks sake, can you be normal friends for a day???"

Exibit B

Me: "I'm really fucking hungry..." Andrew: "I can help with that, but not with food :)" Me: "Oh, don't worry, I'm not that hungry ;)" Sarah: "Please stop 😭"

Exibit C

Andrew *taking an obligatory picture for our school* Me: *yelling across the yard to make him laugh* someone's looking HOT! Photographer: *looks at me with concern* 😰

Yeah, we've traumatized some people a little bit LMAO. But that photo ended up really good because I got him to smile lol.

Albur! I love that there is a word for that!

Also prayer circle for Sarah and Mark. Poor bebes.

AND NOT THE PHOTOGRAPHER TOO. YALL NEED TO BE STOPPED.

#noah boo thang

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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Happy i Just recognized its May this is my season bc Im addicted to Sea Monster FL.

Imagine you're a marine Biologist or at least someone studying Marine biology. One of your buddies tries to mess with you by making you walk into the depth exhibit in an aquarium alone. It turns out theres a giant anglerfish-like beast who seems more curious, the depths exibit doesn't get many visitors as some claim its too scary even for most adults..yet you weren't scared

So you met a new friend! He responds to lots of names but he's overjoyed to see you.

Bonus: abyss octopus Kaeya and a monster Falcon called Diluc are also in this aquarium/sanctuary. You volunteer often and they only wanna see you now lol

YOU AND ME BOTH MY DEAR SEA MONSTER FOUL LEGACY IS AMAZING

ohohohoho i can only think about how lonely Foul Legacy is..... he's not trying to be scary, he's really not!!! but people always think he is and word spreads pretty fast, so no one ever visits his part of the aquarium </3

until one day he sees the door open, and you walk in!! you don't look scared at all, simply curious and determined as you explore the depths exhibit, and Childe wonders if you'd also be afraid of him. it's been so long since he met new people, and the way you examine every part of the exhibit intrigues him. he overhears you mumbling something in amazement about his particular species and has to keep himself from rumbling with pride!!

he's been watching and following you for a while when you suddenly turn to the glass. Childe is mostly hidden beneath your point of view, but you can still see the top of his head and his horns so you blink in surprise! you heard that the Abyssal mercreature wasn't particularly social. Childe's glowing patterns flare brighter when he realizes he's been seen, but instead of walking or even running out of the room, you step closer to the glass. he peeks over at you, letting out a low, curious trill as he watches you extend your hand to touch the glass. he reveals himself completely to meet you halfway, his much-larger claws on the opposite side of the window; he sees a smile grow on your wonderful, fearless face, and with that smile his heart grows with it.

you learn from a staff member that the Abyss-mer's name is Childe, and when you call him that the next day he chirps in delight, tail splashing in the water!!! but his favorite names are ones you give him, ones that are only between you and him, ones that he can sense are full of affection. it's his own little heaven, to have his head laying in your lap and dozing on and off as you pet his hair, calling him sweet nicknames and quips.

oh i LIKE this idea of a sanctuary/aquarium.... maybe when the staff saw how well you worked with Childe, they asked you to come look at some other lonely creatures!!! who all end up getting pretty attached and protective of you (especially Diluc towards Childe) to the point where if they can afford it, they refuse to be cared for by anyone but you <333

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brianedner · 1 year

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Luz’s Crimes (Counterfiting)

1: counterfeiting

DISCLAMER: counterfeiting is a crime that has the potential to raise prices if it gets bad enough, please don’t do it.

Luz was busy looking over the households budget, seeing is there was anything she could do to help ease the strain of adding 5 more people to a single income household. Officially, only her mom had to worry about it and she was supposed to focus on being a kid. Unofficially (according to Luz), this was her fault and she had to do something to fix it. Which is how she ended up taking the binder her mom used out of her room while she was at work to look though it and figure out what she could do to help.

While their friend was trying to figure out how to slip her allowance back into her mom’s account without her noticing, Amity and Gus were looking at $1, $5, $10, and $20 bills that Luz had stashed in her room from before she went to the Isles.

“So, this is what humans use for Snails?” Gus asked.

“In the US they do, but other countries use their own form of currency. There are also coins, but they are lower denominations then the bills. Don’t ask me why they decided that, I don’t know.”

Amity was just shaking her head at the money. “I just can’t believe they would use something that would be so easy to damage. You don’t see snails catching on fire, getting torn, or being water damaged.”

Gus looked thoughtful at that. “Yeah, and these are way too easy to counterfeit. You just need some ink and paper.”

At that Luz put down her pencil and turned to look at them. “That is not even remotely right. I saw some videos online about the safe guards put in place. The bills are printed on fabric-based paper that is only produced by one company in the world that is kept a very close watch over so that no one else can get their hands on. Also, the images on the bill are made with a very specific ink put on in very specific patters that you need special equipment to make. The is also a small strip in each one that glows under UV lights that has different patterns and locations depending on the denomination of bill it is. And there are probably even more that weren’t mentioned in that video.”

Gus and Amity just looked at each other before back at Luz. “any objections if we take these 4 bills with us back to the cabin for a bit? We want to try something out.”

Luz thought for a moment. “If you help me figure out how to cut expenses, I will consider it a fair trade if you end up destroying $36 dollars.”

Amity just smiled and walked over to sit down next to Luz and look at the math. “Doing accounting with my girlfriend is #7 on my top date ideas list.”

Luz just shot her a look. “Really? Why do people think I’m the nerd in this relationship if you think doing a balance sheet is a good time.”

Amity then interlocked her fingers with Luz’s. “don’t worry, it’s the ‘with you’ that gets it that high.”

The next day at the Shack

A large man wearing a tux and a fez was holding a cane with an 8-ball handle was giving a group of tourist a hall filled with exibits about all the mysteries of the world.

Not that shack

Luz had just entered to see how her friends were doing. Her mom wouldn’t be home from work for a bit so she had some time to check in. As she entered, she saw Gus and Amity sitting on beanbag chairs with a small table in front of them with 3 $20s and 1 $1.

“Did you ask mami for some more money to examine?”

Gus just smiled at Luz. “No, that’s what we wanted to show you.”

He then twirling his finger and making a ghostly form of the $20 on the far-left side float over and overlay the $1. Amity then had the small amount of abomination goo she brought from the Isles in a flask cover the $1. She then lifter her other hand and began to focused as both had glowing rings around each one. Her entire face was scrunched up in concentration, changing a little bit every now and them.

Luz felt like she could just watch her girlfriend do that all day.

After a few minutes she withdrew her goo and left behind a $20 bill where before there was a $1.

Luz just staired at them. “How did you do that?”

Amity just smiled at her. “Using abomination goo to lift and move ink after it has been printed onto a piece of paper is a common training technique for abomination students. It is even a entire field in the Isles to essentially be a living printing press and editors since a good one can replicate an entire book in a few minutes with the help of a illusionist who makes a pattern for us to follow.”

She then gestured to the bills. “All we did here was move the ink already on the bill around until it looked just like the real $20 you gave us. We kept the serial numbers the same as though, since those are unique to each bill. The strip was harder to change, but just moving it a little so it’s in the right place was much easier.”

Luz just staired at the $80 on the table where before there was just $36 for a few minutes before a smile broke out on her face. She then looked up to her friends.

“Who want to go grocery shopping for the week.”

Both of them stood up with smiles on their face.

“Spending time in a human market?”

“Spending time with my girlfriend in public without worrying about my mom doing anything?”

The two then looked right at each other and said at the same time “paying Camilla back for taking care of us?”

They then rushed over to Luz and hugger her. “When can we go?”

Later

Camilla pulled into the driveway next to her house before parking and walking inside. He day was really rough, having to deal with a number of people that thought that owning a pet meant that you were automatically an expert on how to take care of them and that having a vet degree was just having a fancy piece of paper with no real meaning.

When she went inside she saw that Luz had gone to the store and was busy putting the grocery’s away with the help of her friends. When she heard the door open, she turned around and greeted her with a smile.

“Welcome home Mami.”

“Hi Luz, and thanks for getting the groceries. Where did you get the money for those?”

She just smiled. “We used cash you put aside specifically for my grocery runs. I put the receipt in there so you can better do the accounting later.”

Camilla smiled at her daughter. “Thank you, after a tired day like today, I forgot to get any myself.”

She then went over to the stash and checked the receipt. It might have been her imagination, but it looked like there was more money in there than earlier.

Camilla then decided to worry about that later and then start on dinner.

Again, please don’t do counterfitting. I got the anti-counterfiting measures from a TED-ED video on youtube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLMc5OFnQRs). I am trying to keep the level of knowledge Luz has on these features something she could know about, and I think er coming across a random you-tube video and deciding to watch it just because is a very realistic way for her to know this.

If you have any ideas of crimes they can do, please commit or PM me with them. I will keep doing this until I run out of ideas or motivation, whichever comes first.

I am also doing “Fanfic info dumps” on multiple series to help other fanfic writers with their works. They are on DevientArt here (https://www.deviantart.com/1228248) because Fanfiction and AO3 both said I couldn’t post them there.

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5646512/

Tumbler: https://at.tumblr.com/brianedner/luzs-crime-list-masterpost/dia848df51z4

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BrianEdner1/works

#the owl house #the owl house luz #the owl house amity #the Owl house gus #the owl house camila #lumity #the owl house lumity

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panstardalia · 7 months

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After the Summer #6: What you deserve

Masterlist: here!

Content: BBU; institutionalized slavery; dehumanization; it as a pronoun; pet whump; minor whump; whipping; inflicted burns; blood; begging; non-sexual nudity; physical torture; non-con (implied); starvation.

In a certain night, there was a dream. In the dream, Rat was royalty living in a palace made of light and music. Servants came inside the huge bedroom to help it out of the soft silk sheets and into clothes made of the finest fabric. Rat smiled kindly at them, and even though it could not see their faces, it knew they were smiling in return.

After that, breakfast was almost a banquet, full of the most tempting dishes. Everything was so delicious, and Rat once again thanked the faceless servants with a smile as bright as the sun shining through the windows. The atmosphere was so warm and welcoming that after the rich meal, Rat decided to take a stroll and explore every corner it could find in that impressive building.

It walked slowly through the corridors, admiring each and every work of art hanging on the walls. Most of the paintings exibited green scenarios, some of them with people playing around, dancing and singing. There were flowers, majestic animals and the most astounding landscapes, but nothing captured Rat's attention more than the garden it saw when it looked out the next window.

On the outside, Rat felt the sunbeams like a joyful hug. Fresh air was like a caress for its lungs and the grass was as soft as the bed from before when it took off the comfortable shoes to feel the earth. Rat's clothes flicked smoothly by the breeze as it made its way among the infinite flowers of the garden. Roses, dahlias, lilies, violets and sunflowers, it looked like every color of every type was there, shining happily as if they were saying hello.

While appreciating the sweet scent and the feeling of freedom and peace, Rat heard gentle footsteps behind it. It looked over its shoulder and saw a young man dressed like a prince. He stopped a few steps away and reached out his hand in an invitation Rat could not say no to. In the garden of the palace made of light and music, they danced and laughed and spun around each other for what felt like seconds, but also a little happy lifetime.

But then the prince spoke, and just like his face, his voice was nothing but static. As Rat didn't respond, confused, his posture shrunk in worry. He repeated himself again and again, becoming gradually more desperate, but Rat couldn't make sense of his words. The sky got darker as the flowers withered and their pleasant smell became metalic and putrid. The white palace begun a slow and horrifying melting process, threatening to swallow the entire garden, but rough hands grabbed Rat's arms, ankles, waist and neck and pulled it away from the anguished prince.

Tearing up the soft fabric of Rat's clothes, the huge hands left bruises all over its body as they put a heavy collar around its neck. It cried and tried to reach out for the prince, but soon the hands also covered its mouth and nose, keeping it from even breathing. So it fell down into a jet black abyss, unable to escape the hands when gravity became overwhelming. Rat gave up and closed its eyes, knowing the palace made of light and music was not made for bad pets that disappointed their masters.

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Rat woke up on the floor, wrapped in the blanked Master gave it a long time ago. Its back felt sore as it got up, but the smallest noise could wake Master up, so it kept silent. Sound asleep, when his face was not filled with rage, he looked very handsome, like every single feature of his had been designed by a talented artist. He is nothing like me, Rat thought while admiring him. Master is so perfect. He is intelligent, cunning and so very generous. This is why he took me in, a filthy mutt, and still cares for me after so many failiures of mine. I'm so grateful to be his pet.

On its tiptoes, after finishing the morning chant, it left the suite still wrapped in the blanket. Rat looked through the window and saw the thick snow still falling down. If there was a sun, it was well hidden behind the heavy coulds. December was as dark as the sky from the fading dream.

Knowing the blanket was a reward, not a right, Rat ignored the shivering cold and went downstairs, into the basement, to leave the folded cover in its crate. It was so greatful for the nights Master let it sleep on his tile floor instead of the crate that it didn't really mind doing its least favorite job and serving him.

I'm a bad pet for not actually enjoying it... But at least I can pretend well enough so Master has a good time. I'll learn to like it eventually. I just need to try harder.

After tightening its own muzzle on its face, Rat let out a small whimper before going upstairs to prepare breakfast. As much as it hated being gagged, it was determined on deserving food and maybe sleeping on the floor again, and for this to happen, it would need to be the best pet.

The morning went on swiftly. Ignoring the growling stomach and focusing on work was Rat's specialty. After lunch, it was massaging Master's feet when he spoke, and his deep voice felt like it grabbed and twisted Rat's guts.

"I'll have a work meeting this afternoon. Be sure to have that japanese tea I bought last week ready at four o'clock, this asian guys are very punctual. If I close the deal, we will have more pets like you. Isn't it great?"

Rat didn't really think it was great. It knew it was a different kind of pet, trained with a different method, and it also knew that normal pets truly adored their masters, unlike this filthy rat that still wished for more than it deserved. But Master was way more intelligent than it, so it would not doubt him. If he thought more pets like Rat would be a good thing, then it would.

"And if you don't fuck this up" he continued. "I will let you have something for dinner."

Now this was promising. After so many hours without anything but water, it would do whatever it takes for some crumbles. Maybe he would even give it leftovers! With a new goal, it was twice as determined to be perfect!

Right on time, Rat prepared a very nice afternoon tea with matcha and snacks. It welcomed the guests and led them to the studio where Master waited for the foreigner duo.

Both men were way shorter than Master, but one of them was also shorter than Rat itself. Well, not that it was that short. They had fancy suits on and carried heavy-looking suitcases, however, their stolid faces didn't reveal much more, unphased by Rat's nudity nor the muzzle.

While Master welcomed his soon to be associates, Rat went after the small meal. Everything was running greatly as it served the tea, watching out for its posture and avoiding spilling even the slightest drop.

It was ready to retreat and kneel down by Master's feet when one of the men took a sip. His face remained steady like a stone, but he looked at his partner and said in a low voice, almost a whisper: "totemo nigai."

No, it was not good. Rat was supposed to be perfect, so no guest would be unsatisfied. It came back and, with an apologetic bow, put some sugar on his cup. Then, it silently offered the same to the other man, who accepted. They both approved the tea, and only after this Rat took its place by Master's feet, without even noticing his shocked glare.

"So" begun the man who complained. "Did you teach your pet to speak Japanese or it already knew and you just left the memories there?"

And it was only then that Rat realized that he had not said "too bitter". He had, but not in English, not in the only language Rat was supposed to know. But it didn't know Japanese... did it? How would it know, being nothing other than a filthy mutt?

Its stomach dropped cold as it finally felt Master's sharp glare. None of it really mattered if the damage was already done. Rat was not supposed to know anything but how to please its master.

"I taught it some basic words. I thought maybe something like this would happen, so I have prepared it to better serve you" Master lied. Behind his smile, his voice had a dangerous semitone that made Rat feel small, too small.

"That's impressive" said the shorter partner, eyebrows raised. "I don't think anyone thought of using The Drip to teach another language to a pet before, much less doing it without any drug. We only use it to make them forget, not learn."

"So as you can see, my method is a success. WRU don't think so, but I am sure your company sees its potential."

"That's right, Mister Holloway. But let's talk. Unfortunately, my partner and I didn't bring all the necessary instruments to examine your pet, so we would like to hear about your theory and schedule another meeting exclusively to take a look at it."

"Of course" Once again, Master's voice had that hidden semitone. Not only he was unsatisfied, he was pissed.

And Rat was screwed.

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Complaining about the crate was a distant memory. It was so more confortable than hanging by the wrists! Rat's toes could barely touch the cold floor, not enough to really support its weight. Its limbs were numb and staying awake was becoming more chalenging every minute. Even so, it knew that passing out would make things worse, so it fought against the pain and the exhaustion.

Master had put them there after having dinner, which meant he would not come back until morning. The worst part was knowing this torture was just a warm up. Rat knew better than to expect mercy at this point, and that is why there was no relief when he finaly came down the stairs, slowly, as if he had all time in the world to savor his pet's dread.

His suitcase made a loud bang against the metal table just before it cracked open. Rat could not see that far. Even if it wasn't dark down there, its eyes were too blurry to make sense of the world from a certain distance. Another one between its thousands flaws.

"I give up" Master harshly pulled off Rat's muzzle. Its sore jaw hung loose as it whimpered, too week to even try to say something. "I swear to God I thought I could do it, but you left me with no options."

He went back to the table, and from the suitcase, he took something Rat had never seen before: a thick needle.

"You are the problem, you know? This is your fault! I did everything I could, I gave you everything! I took you in, I gave you shelter, I gave you a purpose! And how do you repay me? You humiliate me in front of my guests! You hide things from me! How am I supposed to make you perfect if you insist on being a mutt?!"

"I'm... I'm sorry... Master" Rat tried, its throat too dry to produce anything more than a raw whisper.

"Sorry doesn't fix anything!" His shout made the whole basement quiver, or maybe Rat was already hallucinating from hunger. Or from thirst, or from the pain. Maybe everything altogether. "I don't give a fuck if you're sorry! Do something, anything right, and then I'll stop punishing you! But how could you do such a thing, I wonder. You are a catastrophe!"

Rat sobbed as tears rolled down its cheek. Another day, another failure. How could it be a good pet if it couldn't even notice when it did something wrong?!

"I'm done with you" Master's murmur came with a sharp pain in Rat's neck as the needle made its way in and it swore it could feel the liquid burning in its veins.

Next thing Rat felt was a white-hot pain on its chest when the whip cut the air towards its skin. And again and again, against its limbs, face, back and torso. Each cut burned more than the previous one, but Master's hatred was even fierier, and Rat's screams only seemed to make him stronger.

More than once, it lost its balance and strenght. Rat felt as if its hands were getting separated from its wrists for the seconds before its toes found the floor again, and the blood between the skin and the shackles made it feel so slippery. How could it get any worse?

This question had its answer when the man grew tired of the whip. After the long session, he decided the lighter was next.

"Please..." Rat whined, knowing it was useless. "Please, Master..."

In response, he touched its cheek, and it unconsciously leaned against his touch. He was so close Rat could feel his warm breath fondle its face as he said: "I must admit... you are a lot more attractive when you are like this. Blood suits you so well, my little rat. I like it when you beg. Then beg."

So it did. It begged and cried while the small flame painted red spots all around its once fair body. The burns stung like hell, and Rat wondered if it was not actually there. Sometimes it felt too human to be a pet, but in moments like this, it felt like less than an animal, less than scum. Nothing.

"You are beautiful like this" Master's voice sounded distant. Sunlight was almost visible upstairs, meaning time had flown by. Maybe he was almost done, finally? Would he be kind and benevolent enough to let Rat down, even if it deserved the punishment?

He grabbed its ankle and let the flame burn its foot sole. Too week to move or support itself, Rat once again lost the floor and cried, the handcuffs tearing its skin apart under its weight. Blood drops dripped on its face, but every inch of their body was in so much agony that some more blood wasn't even relevant anymore.

"I love it when you make this face" he let go of Rat's ankle and hugged its body from behind. His hand slipped through the cuts and bruises, as if it was exploring, looking for an undiscovered spot to harm. "I love it when you are week and helpless. If only you could stop being so useless... if only you could deserve my love..."

While his hands strolled around its body, invading Rat's soul on their way, it felt Master pressing himself on its back. "Please" it muttered. "Forgive me, Master..."

"I will" was his answer. "I always forgive you in the end, don't I? I can't help it... I have invested so much on you already. My money, my time, my resources..." but as he finally let go of it, Rat felt a dither. It was not over yet. Master always needed a grand finale.

He encircled Rat once, twice, pondering about how to finish this punishment, or maybe just admiring his work: a broken bloody mess... that was not yet broken enough.

So he made up his mind and grabbed Rat's shoulder, taking his time to analyze and visualize the plan. When satisfied, a crooked smile reached not only Master's mouth, but also his void eyes. "I want you to think, to really think, about how bad you did yesterday. I want you to know I'm doing this for your own good" he said while depositing a bittersweet kiss on the corner of its lips.

"Y-yes, Master" Rat lowered its eyes, exausted, imagining what else this man could do to punish it, what else it deserved. Please just let me down.

It let out a wail when the man, with two clean movements, dislocated both its shoulders.

And then he left.

#whump #whumpblr #bbu oc #bbu whump #pet whump #bbu #pet whumpee #whumpee #after the summer #Noelle Keyland #whumper #intimate whumper

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