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Hey Anon, I censored some of the wording just because I know certain terms can make people uncomfortable and I want the blog to feel relatively safe for everyone reading.

But I do agree with your overall point. If two consenting single adults want to hook up, that’s their business. That alone doesn’t make someone dirty, gross, or worthy of being degraded. The way some people talk about women in these situations can get really misogynistic really fast, and I think people should be more mindful of that.

I also think whoever sent that information to the TikToker likely did it with bad intentions. Had certain names and rumors not been attached to it, I honestly don’t think she would’ve posted it, or at least I hope not. She’s clearly emotional and vulnerable right now, and bringing unrelated people or old fandom rumors into the situation only muddies the waters and hurts her credibility further.

At this point, I think it would be smartest for everyone involved to disengage from each other entirely because the situation is just getting messier and more public by the hour.

And yes, I agree: consenting adults are allowed to have sex lives. The issue most people seem to have isn’t that adults are sleeping together; it’s the false allegations of cheating, and dragging uninvolved people into the crossfire without proof. That’s where things get ugly.

From: the blood on your hands.

To: whom it may concern.

CC: ? It's for your eyes only, please.

Attachment: s? are we still doing that, Mr. President? You've let go, no? ]

Hello, Mr. President! It's been a long time coming. Sand erodes and snow melts, you know better than anyone. The boys cracked open some beers and they're doing great, unrepentant and so detached from the fact that we're all just rotting corpses slogging drinks and boiling under the sun to hammer out your Paradise Lost on a cold tundra. We're all dying with laughter in our throats. We're all choking on your desiccated dreams. We're itching for a new procurement request for another six-pack case of breaking our backs dry for a cause that remembers us as nothing but words on an E-Mail.

Now, without further ado:

We tried seeing the forest for the trees. It's a long way down. Cleared up some of the trees around for a mass grave. You won't notice the smell, promise. If you need the wood, it's being dealt by Lost and Found; we're too worthless to end up there, but the trees were something. They were alive. What does that say about us?

The usual guy called in sick again. He has called in sick for a month now. He's not answering our texts. He's getting a reprimanding letter. Have you checked the rotting stink coming from his apartment? Did you ever learn his name? Did you ever learn the Supervisor's name? Have you checked the mix of alcohol and putrefaction seeping through the carpets? Do you see the crowd for the corpses? Have you seen how rotten all of this is?

A request to violently break into E23's door to deal with reports of an incredibly unpleasant and dreadfully grieve-full odour has been passed to Mr. Purpled. A request to violently break you has not been accepted. A request for you to break us to add to the foundations have been passed on and accepted the moment we sent it.

Did a regular maintenance on the Needle's foundations and found the bones you buried to prop the Babelian tower where it should have never found footing. It's crumbling, rotten. There's not enough procurement requests to keep the skeletons in your closet.

It would be beneficial for us to do a thorough decimation of ourselves before you do it through your sheer shortsightedness. We're all doomed the moment we were under your thumb. The boys should've seen it coming. The boys miss their families. We've decided upon a system of killing the tenth with pipe wrenches and hammering what's left onto the cork-board. Mr. Slimecicle has always loved supporting us. We did love him, and we'll miss him, too.

That's aplenty, for sure a mouthful, but there's no rest for the wicked.

God save us all, [Error: Unknown variable. Please contact your system administrator.]

[ and the email glitches out.

but not before quackity's met with that horrid, choking, sinking sensation that racks his frame — yes, there's blood on his hands, and nobody is truly alive within a city of wandering souls, and he's staring at the blank screen like it'll save him from the wrath of god's most beaten angels--

i was reading through the ones you posted and really liked them 🥰

(this is my first time going into somones ask box, even as anon. im nervous lol)

Awww thank you! I'm not going to put the headcanons I made for the fic I'm writing rn (since I dont wanna risk actually spoiling anything) so... here's five headcanons!

Freelancer had their wisdom teeth pulled before Caelum met them, and they were miserable because of the pain and everything else which is why Caelum was assigned to them instead of just anyone else.

Damien can't whistle and it annoys him every day of his life. Every time he tries, he's just blowing air. On the other hand, Huxley can do those sharp two fingered whistles. He learned to do it to help Xavier get the team's attention when everyone wasn't really listening and just talk amongst themselves.

Angel knows the most obscure facts. Like one moment they're playing minecraft and explaining why they like just building things to Davey when out of the blue they go "Did you know that the average human skull's front-to-back measurement is 176 mm for men and 171 mm for women, and the average width is 145 mm for men and 140 mm for women?" And David is just staring at them like "Where the hell did that come from?"

Gavin purposefully misplaces forks so whenever FL is like "WHY CANT I FIND A FORK?" He can pop in and be like "We just finished a round, but if you're looking for a round two I'm right here." (Since Fork sounds like fuck.)

Below I have some reading suggestions for you instead of my blog, while you read these I recommend listening to Treat People With Kindness by Harry Styles.

Thank you so much and all the best.

wheres the gold wheres the prince inspo, wheres the whore with a crown

The redacted artists make Vincent's outfit like that because it was explicitly explained by himself in his latest audio, anon! They draw his outfit how they think it looks like, doesn't matter if you don't agree with them.

There are multiple drawings of Vincent wearing a crown, perhaps you should see rae's AMAZING drawing of it, which is my favorite.

And lastly, just because he's a prince doesn't mean he needs to wear gold, or extremely covered up prince attire inspo.

Vincent was literally dressed like a slut in his first monarchal summit, so the artists draw him as such, using how he described his own outfit to dress him up.

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Dedicated to the anon who requested breakfast hcs with Sam/Darlin

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Warnings: none, but brief mention of violent topics

- First and foremost, after Sam saw darlings fridge, he’s spent a lot of time trying to fill it with good food.

- When they finally move in together, Sam makes Darlin food every morning and evening

- And in return, Darlin brings blood bags back for Sam(don’t ask how they got them)

- You know how people used to hang their damp laundry on a clothes line to dry it? Sam does that. He actually does a lot of things the old fashioned way

- Sam has his own personal library in their shared house, and he spends a lot of his down time reading

- Sam doesn’t always stay home all day since he still has clan duties, but he often spends time cleaning and tidying up while Darlin is doing pack duties

- On the weekends though, Sam and Darlin make breakfast together. It’s their thing

- Every Saturday morning, they both get up early and make a kickass breakfast for the both of them. Sam’s busting out the bacon while Darlin’s making a pot of coffee

- They don’t always share domestic moments like this, however they do when they get a chance

- Which isn’t often

- One time Vincent and lovely came over too, and they all played a board game together