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I am very happy to announce that: Chapter 1 of my #Rattlesum fanfic has been posted on AO3!!

Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31472552/chapters/77848793

Big thanks to @NTrashdemon and @HazbinLover for helping me =3= I love u guys.

Hope everyone will love it.

Hi! I saw your taking prompts, so could I suggest Striker spanking Moxxie?

Maybe with his belt or hand?

If you're okay with spanking of course, I know not everyone is!

Oh well now I haveta both write a little blurb and open this open for others to write if they are so inclined. Under the cut for Explicit content. 

"You dumb fucks lost the upperhand fast, huh.” Striker hefted his rifle up and slashed out with the butt of it to knock Blitzo out, leaving Moxxie crushed beneath him. 

“Sir!” Moxxie gasped, trying to scramble out from under the dead weight.

“That should teach him, but you, I’ve got a better idea.” He snaked his tail around Moxxie’s wrists, and pulled him out from under the Goetia-fucker. “Got a feeling you’ll learn better this way.” Striker rattled as he hoisted Moxxie up and pinned him against the bed.

“What are you going to do?” Moxxie hissed, wriggling to get loose.  Striker chuckled, softly and then gently cupped the smaller Imp’s rear. His breath hitched and he froze as a red hot flush filled his cheeks. With an angry spit, he looked over his shoulder,  “You going to fuck me?”

“No, only because I know how much you want me too.” Striker grinned against Moxxie’s neck as he set his rifle aside and yanked Moxxie’s trousers down.

Moxxie shivered from the cooler air meeting his exposed back. 

“Then wha-” Moxxie’s voice cut off with a moan as Striker’s palm smacked against his cheek. It was light, but heavy enough to promise more. “Oh...oh.” Moxxie moaned again when spank came. Striker chuckled against his ear and licked along his jaw. “Wai-” Moxxie shivered as another came, his whole back stiff as he braced for another quickly after but there was no rhythm, not yet.

Striker watched the little vermin. The longer he waited between each spank the more Moxxie squirmed, anticipating. Time to make it a bit more fun.

“What have ya learned?” Striker asked with a rattle and his palm flew against Moxxie‘s ass, but didn’t pause. He pulled back and smacked again and again, until the red flesh darkened into a burgundy and the skin pulsed with heat. ‘Well?”

“Do-don’t let you get the upperhand?” Moxxie panted, his back arching to try and seek out Striker’s touch.

“That’s right little vermin.” He pressed a kiss to Moxxie’s temple.

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Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Striker, Moxxie Ship: Striker / Moxxie A/N: NSFW commission for @petitprincess1. Kind of dub-con, but not really? Moxxie’s just too stubborn to hang up the phone or shut his mouth. Summary: Sometimes relief is just a phone call away. 

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There was something to be said about the way Striker found himself unable to shake the memory of Moxxie from his mind. At first, he had chalked it up to annoyance, aggravation, and the expectation that they would inevitably come face to face again. When that happened, Striker liked to think that the little imp wouldn’t be so lucky; none of them would be. However, the more he allowed himself to think about Moxxie, the harder it became to shake the thought of the way that smaller body felt under his own. The way that lithe neck had felt under his hands, and the way that back had heaved against his chest.

What really caught him off guard, was the way he could so clearly remember the sound of Moxxie’s voice. Not just the grunting and wheezing from when Striker had been trying to steal his breath, but his unique cadence, too. 

He had, perhaps, allowed himself to contemplate Moxxie as a whole for a little too long, and his body was beginning to react in surprising ways. He was only taken a little aback by his sudden arousal, but decided it best not to question it. In fact, he may as well have enjoyed it while he could. 

Finding Moxxie’s phone number was probably not as difficult as the assassin would have liked it to be, but Striker didn’t spend too much time thinking about that. Shamelessly and without care for the late hour, he dialed the number, and then waited for the line to be answered. He knew the number he was calling from was unlisted, but he doubted that would stop Moxxie from answering. 

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being in your 20s is like: i’m so young i’m so old. i should do everything i should rest. i can do what i want but i need to be careful. i’m an Adult™ but i need help from an Adult™. i’m so smart i’m so stupid. i’m leaving i feel left behind. i want to be a kid again and i can’t wait to be old. i’ve done a lot i’ve done nothing. i wanna be alone but i’m so lonely. like.... what the hell ??

“You’re so quiet, what’s wrong?” I’m creating my own fantasy world to escape from reality so shut up.

Dating Them Would Include (Harry Potter)

HARRY POTTER:

-Him being super protective. Harry always worries about you, even when there’s no danger. Before you met him, you were relatively safe. But then you started to date him—the news exploded—and you were propelled into something, much, much bigger than you. Death Eaters put a noose around your neck that tightened each year you grew older. And one day, it closed so much that the Death Eaters decided to go after you themselves, in an effort to hurt Harry. Luckily, you were saved and Harry is slight paranoid it’ll happen again and this time, he can’t save you.

-Cheering him up and always supporting him—even when no one else does. They both go hand in hand, actually. When Harry was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament, everyone shunned him, including his own best friend, Ron. But you stuck by his side, through thick and thin. Always have and always will.

-Being the only one he can confide in—always. Sometimes Harry felt embarrassed when he talked about his feelings, but he never felt that way with you. He trusted you with his inner self and secrets. You guys talk about everything: the war, death, and his parents.

-Him trying to get you to break up with him because he thinks it’s dangerous. Refer to the first headcanon. Harry did not want that to happen ever again. So, he tried to convince you, but to no avail. He eventually gave up, though secretly appreciating your stubbornness.

    -“I’m dangerous, Y/N!” “Too bad, Harry; I love you!” “ … Fine.”

-Lots of affection when you guys are alone to reassure each other you’re not going anywhere. Tight hugs, kisses, cuddling, and hand-holding are all apart of that. When someone sees the both you, they instantly go “aww” making the both of you blush.

-Him being guilty when he snaps at you when the pressure gets too much. Harry always apologizes profusely, of course, but he still hates how sad he made you feel for a moment. You understand he needs a healthy outlet that doesn’t involve hurting people, but you still won’t let yourself be a punching bag.

-Talking about life after the war and your future together. You wonder if you’ll stay together; Harry insists you will. Sometimes, you dream of a life where everyone is safe and happy and where you marry Harry. Maybe a couple of kids, too.

RON WEASLEY:

-Him being annoyed because he doesn’t have enough money to buy nice gifts. You always tell Ron it’s fine and gifts don’t dictate the love you have for each other. He wants to shower you with everything you deserve but he can’t. Ron also worries that you’ll leave him for someone who can give you things you deserve, but you reassure him you would never.

-His family adoring you. Molly and Arthur see you as a respectable young man/woman/person, a perfect match for Ron. Molly makes sure to knit you a maroon sweater for Christmas. Ginny loves you and she thinks of you as a close sister/brother/sibling. Fred and George making sure to prank whoever hurt you (including Ron). Ron’s just glad his family loves you.

-Helping him with homework all the time. You actually tutor Ron through everything, going as slow as he needs to. As a result, his grades have improved.

    -“Y/N, why the bloody hell do I have to do this again?”

-Lots of affection and PDA. That includes kissing, hugs, hand-holding, the whole nine yards. Half of it is to show you Ron loves you, the other half is to make people see you’re taken.

-Him getting jealous 24/7. Ron trusts you; it’s just other people he doesn’t trust. With someone as wonderful as you, why wouldn’t he be jealous? You were something special, after all. You find it amusing with people you don’t know but annoying with your friends.

-Cheering him up after a Quidditch match had gone wrong. He’s always grumpy, so you get some food and you let him rant for as long as you need him.

    “-Bloody hell, I swear Malfoy cheated!”

-Talking about the future and your lives after the war. Like Harry, you wish for a quiet, safe, peaceful life with your family. Mostly, you want everyone to survive the war and not get hurt.

FRED WEASLEY:

-His family adoring you, like Ron. Molly always fusses over you when you visit the Burrow (which Fred finds hilarious) and of course, she knits you your own Weasley sweater. Ginny looks up to you and admires you. George teases you constantly, not that you mind. Every time you come to the Burrow, a hot meal is waiting for you, without fail.

-Pranking people together. You had developed a love for pranking, especially on Slytherins. You, Fred, and George team up sometimes. You distract the professor so Fred and George can pull a prank. It works most of the time.

-Laughs. Lots of laughs, all the time. Fred makes sure to use his best jokes, pick-up lines, and sometimes pranks on you. It’s a fun and healthy relationship.

-Him showing off when you attend his Quidditch practices and games. Fred makes sure to spin and do fancy tricks, while hitting other people, of course. He always gets distracted, which makes Oliver annoyed.

-Him giving you a discount at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Fred insists that you pick anything you want, no matter how much it costs. Sometimes, he lets you help out around the shop. This always makes Ron jealous.

    -“Babe, pick what you want.”

-Him being jealous even though he has nothing to worry about. Seriously, who would leave Fred for someone else? He sometimes gets into fights when someone else tries to flirt with you, which makes you scold him

-During Bill and Fleur’s wedding, everyone shipping the two of you when they see you dance together. Molly’s already making plans for your wedding and George makes lots of jokes and asks you when’s the wedding. It cheers everyone up to see you and Fred, the happy couple.

DRACO MALFOY:

-Him being extremely protective and jealous. They both go hand-in-hand, really. If anyone flirts with you, Draco will not hesitate to glare and tell them to back off unless they want the wrath of the Malfoys. Needless to say, no one tried to flirt with you after that. Draco would do anything to ensure your safety and always protect you.

-Always being able to tell each other everything. When Draco was a Death Eater, he rambled about his feelings and how he hated it. He just wanted his family to be okay. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he would if it saved him and his family.

-Supporting him all the time. When Draco became a Death Eater, you were shocked initially. But you still stood by his side, even when you hated when he came back after a meeting, a dark, panicked look in his eyes. Draco sometimes needed to cry, which you let him do, without judgment. Of course, he never discussed his “weakness” with you, but it still warmed his heart to know he could talk to you.

    -“I-I can't—Y/N, please—” “Shh, it’s okay, Draco. You’re safe with me.”

-Late night cuddles, passionate kisses, lots of snogging, hand-holding, and hold-stroking are the affection he showers on you. At first, Draco was stiff and reserved but as your relationship progressed, he grew comfortable with affection and showed you his gentle side. You also made him laugh, something unheard of.

-Being Snape’s favorite student besides Draco. It’s partly because you’re skilled at Potions and partly because you’re dating Draco. Whatever it is, you’re glad Snape goes easier on you.

-Him being a gentleman. Draco compliments you a lot, which makes you a bit embarrassed. He also buys you gifts, as many as you want and sometimes even if you don’t want them. He claims it’s to show you that you’re better than everyone else.

-Weekly dinners at Malfoy Manor. You were nervous at first, but when you saw his parents approved of your relationship, you relaxed. Narcissa said you reminded them of each other, which Lucius agreed with.

    -“You know, Y/N, you both remind me of Lucius and myself.”

CEDRIC DIGGORY:

-Lots of dates. Cedric put thought, care, and love into every date he planned. You loved each and every one of them. Dates were a weekly thing between the two of you, as a way to relax and spend more time together.

-Lots of affection and “I love you”’s. Cedric loved to hug and kiss you and he always took the chance to show you love somehow.

-Him being such a gentleman. You know those people that hold the door, pull chairs out, and always pay for dates? Yeah, that’s Cedric in a nutshell. He would always be polite, charming, and caring. He would spoil you, by buying you gifts, all the time.

   - “Hey, Princess/Prince, I got you something!”

-Him getting teased by his friends. They’re thrilled to see Cedric happy. They always worried he wouldn’t find the right one, but when they met you, they agreed you were perfect. Of course, they love to tease Cedric about your relationship.

-Visiting his parents on holidays. When they first met you, they loved you—espically his father, Amos. He thought you were perfect for Cedric, a smart, talented, kind girl/boy/person. Cedric was ecstatic that his parents approved of you.

-Being everyone’s OTP, including Professor Sprout and the whole Hufflepuff house. They love how cute you are and they can clearly see the love between the both of you. As you can see, they ship you. So hard. No one even tries to flirt with you, in fear of breaking up the perfect pairing.

-Being devasted by his death in the Triwizard Tonourment. You couldn’t believe Cedric was taken away from you so quickly. You envisioned a long, happy future together and that was never going to happen. That was one of the worst days of your life.

HERMIONE GRANGER:

-Study dates. These are arguably the best kinds of dates. Hermione asks you a question. If you get it right, you get a kiss. If it’s wrong, no kiss. You get to spend time with her while learning, so it’s a win-win.

-Cuddling on the couch in the Common Room. It’s one of your favourite ways to relax. Sometimes, Hermione confides in you while you hum and listen. Other days, you sit in peaceful silence.

-Harry and Ron loving you. They’re happy that Hermione found someone to love, someone who is loyal, kind, and loves her to death. You’re always up for some relaxing time with them.

-Showing each other your favorite books. This is a special way of showing your love for each other. You love to discover new books with Hermione.

-Holding hands, tight hugs, and lots of kisses. Hermione loves affection when you’re in private. It always relaxes and calms her down.

-Standing up for each other. When someone calls Hermione a “Mudblood”, you punch them and make sure they don’t say it again. When someone insults you, she casts a nasty hex on them.

-Telling her to relax when she freaks out about the O.W.L’s. Hermione has nothing to fear; you expect she’ll get all O’s. But sometimes she forgets to eat, so you bring her meals and tell her it’s time to take a break. She always thanks you for that.

    -“Calm down, Hermione, you’ll do fine.”

SEVERUS SNAPE:

-Lots of tight hugs and passionate kisses. At first, Severus was shy to ask for affection (even though he craved it), but now, he knows it’s okay to kiss you.

-Dumbledore knowing about your relationship, which he approves of. Secretly, he ships you two and “accidentally” tells McGonagall. She ships you two, as well.

-Him telling you about his past and opening up to you. You’re glad Severus trusts you so much. You learn about what made him who he his.

-Him smiling sometimes. Severus actually looks kinder and happier. You grin every time he smiles as it’s a sign that you make him happy. And that’s all you want for Severus.

    -“Oh, wipe that smile off your face, Y/N.”

-Him being slightly awkward at the beginning of your relationship. Relationships and love are new things to Severus so he’s shy at times. But as time passes, he grows confident and can easily kiss you, only when you’re in private, away from private eyes.

-Sometimes giving him silent treatments when he says something cruel. Severus demands you talk to him again and when that doesn’t work, he apologizes and kisses you.

-Knowing he’s a double agent. You trust Severus to do the right thing to protect the people around him, which makes him astonished about how much you trust him. You hate the danger Severus puts himself in and want him to be safe.

Voices you never forget

“Harry Potter” Dobby “Dobby is freee” Dobby “Yer a wizard Harry” Hagrid “Awawa kawawa” he who must not be named “RONALD WEASLY HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR” Molly Weasley “I DID MY WAITING, TWELVE YEARS OF IT, IN AZKABAN” Sirius Black “Turn to page 394” snape snape severus snape “Exppppppppeliarmus"snape snape severus snape "HARRY DIDJA PUTYA NAME INDA GOBLETOF FIYA?!?!?!” Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore “EXPECTO PATRONUUUUUUM” The boy who lived “That’s rubbish!!” Fred and George Weasley “Michief managed"Weasley twins "What. An. Idiot” Hermione Granger “Aresto Momentum” Albus Dumbledore “mh-hmh” satans wife Umbrige “My father will hear about this” Draco Malfoy “POTTER” Draco Malfoy “Bloody hell” Ronald Weasley “NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU B*TH” Molly Weasley “HUFFLEPUFF , SLYTHERIN, RAVENCLAW, GRYFFINDOR!!!” Sorting Hat “why couldn’t it be follow the butterflies” Won-Won

feel free to add more

*The Golden trio got pranked to be covered by slime by some random Slytherin’s*

Ron, picking slime off his robe: I hate these new guys, they’re worse then Malfoy.

Hermione, trying to brush it out of her hair: I know, it actually makes me kinda miss him.

Harry, wiping the slime off his glasses: Yeah, where even is he? He normally bothers us by now.

Draco, popping out of nowhere: WELL WELL, IF IT ISNT HOGWARTS LOCAL LOSE-*insult dies out as he noticed the slime on them.

Draco, confused: Have I gotten to you guys already? *checks watch* It’s only 10AM, there is no way I’ve gotten to you three yet.

Harry: It wasn’t you, it was some other Slytherin.

Draco: Oh. I didn’t know we did that.

Harry: What?

Draco, rushing his words: Is this payback because I hexed Longbottom, I swear it didn’t mean anything. He just happened to be there and I was frustrated because Flitwick failed me and-

Golden trio, look at eachother confused: ummm…

Draco, actually hurt: I just really thought our relationship meant more than that.

Ron: We didn’t choose for them to torment us.

Draco, understanding: Ahh, I get. Who exactly did this to you three?

Hermione: *whispers their names into Draco’s ear*

Draco, nods in understanding: Thank you, I guess I’ll see you guys later.*begins to walk away*

Harry, yells after him: AREN’T YOU GONNA INSULT US?

Draco, solemnly: You know, I’m not really feeling it today.

Hermione: He sounds really sad.

Harry & Ron: Yeah, I kinda feel bad.

*Later in the Great Hall*

Draco, standing on top of the Slytherin table: IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT ONE OF YOU *indicating to all the Slytherin’s* ASSHOLES, THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO PICK ON THE SO CALLED “GOLDEN TRIO” AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, IM THEIR BULLY AND I HAVE BEEN THEIR BULLY FOR 4 YEARS, GET WITH THE SYSTEM. ANYONE WHO TRIES THAT SHIT AGAIN, IS GONNA MEET MY FATHER AND THE END OF MY WAND. AM I UNDERSTOOD!!

Everyone: *silence*

Draco, sits back down: Good, enjoy your meal.

Mcgonagall, to Snape: I’m not sure if I should be happy or not.

Snape: I assure you, this is a good thing.

Selina Kyle would dump his ass in minutes..

I have said this before and I will say it again:

Don't 👏 post 👏 art 👏 that 👏 isn't👏 yours 👏 without 👏 permission

May I request a Striker x Blitz mini fic? I was thinking along the lines of Striker having a nightmare about something happening to Blitz, waking up in a panic, and being comforted by Blitz promising him hes okay? I'm a sucker for soft Striker x Blitz content.

send me prompts for mini hazbin hotel and/or helluva boss fics!

A/N: I hope this is okay, anon! Also, sorry for the wait. ; u ;

Striker’s used to having nightmares, and it takes a really bad one for him to wake up in a cold sweat with his heart pounding. 

It takes him a moment to completely come back to reality, to recognize the living room he’s in and the couch he’s on. He blinks away the remnants of sleep and runs a hand over his face before settling back into the corner he’d dozed off in. When he pulls his hand away from his face, he turns toward the only source of light in the room at the moment, a TV playing that same horse movie he’s seen more times than he can count by now. 

He sighs and curses quietly under his breath. 

“Everything okay, Cowpoke?” Blitzo asks from the other end of the couch, brow furrowed just a little. Striker glances at him, and then back to the movie. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he replies, using one hand to wave off any concern. 

“Kinda hard not to when you’re rattlin’ up a storm in your sleep and jerking awake like someone just hooked your balls up to jumper cables,” Blitzo replies with a little grin, using his knee to nudge at one of Striker’s legs. 

Striker snorts, and can’t quite bring himself to grin. “It was just a nightmare,” he says dismissively. “We all get ‘em, and they ain’t nothin’ to worry about in the end.” 

“If you say so,” Blitzo says and shrugs, dropping it. As frustrating as Blitzo’s own emotional closed-offness can be sometimes, it can be a blessing in disguise. He knows better than to pry when someone doesn’t want to talk. 

That, however, doesn’t stop him from forcing his way between Striker’s legs and laying out against him as the other imp lounges against the corner of the couch. Wordlessly, his arms come around Striker and he lays his head against his chest.

The awkward attempt at comfort and demand for physical attention doesn’t go unnoticed, and Striker lets his tail find Blitzo’s in turn, tangling them together loosely. 

Striker sighs again, and places one hand between Blitzo’s shoulders, idly rubbing at the base of one of the spines there. He tries to enjoy the weight of Blitzo against him, the low hum of his purring, and pretends the blood on his hands in his dream hadn’t been his. 

Hazbins beware of JooseVoxDubs/HatCatVoices/Donovan Brooks

Okay. So. My twitter got suspended for exposing this asshole. But he’s basically a massive pedophile and I hate to body shame, but I mean actually massive. He’s a big manipulator, who gives Minors positions of power and authority in his fan discord, to get them to trust him, and to get them to give him what he wants. He manipulates details, and he will gaslight you, if you let him. He somehow managed to manipulate all the details of his December fiasco so that my friends and I gave him a chance he didn’t deserve.

I’ll keep it simple, and just post a couple of the choicest(grossest?) things he’s said to minors.

The previous two screenshots are between Joose, and a 13 year old (at the time, aproximately June/July 2020.)

This screen shot was him encouraging her/coaching her over a video call, so the lazy shit didn’t have to speak to her. Followed later that afternoon by yet another call.

These are the most recent screens between himself, and Kailynn, a 16 year old, whom Joose groomed when she was 15, before soliciting her to get on video chats nude.

His mother, Victoria, is trying to run flak for him. Either she doesn’t believe he’s guilty, or she’s twisted as fuck, because she keeps saying that the MINORS TRAPPED HIS SON by being, idk, honeypots or something. The fuck? she also accused me of being racist, and is trying to hijack BLM to slander me?

https://twitter.com/victoria28377/status/1401110441187762181?s=21

https://twitter.com/victoria28377/status/1401115885566316549?s=21

She keeps harassing her son’s victims.

https://twitter.com/victoria28377/status/1401108324473577472?s=21

The North Carolina police in his area seem reluctant to work with Texas police, and keep giving the run-around on jurisdiction, like no PD in the area has Joose in their jurisdiction. (Texas being where the 16 year old minor is from.)

Anyway, he has a few public profiles you guys can have. It’s not illegal if they’re public.

https://twitter.com/DB_LYRICALLY?s=09

If you’re a minor, Do not interact with this person.

If you’re an adult, probably don’t interact with this person, either.

update: Twitter was adamant that my evidence of her son’s bullshit was harassment, so I was forced to take down the audio. I’m not going to post anything that’s been ‘successfully’ flagged from here on, so bare with me, some of the MOST incriminating shit has to stay under lock and key.

Wow

What else can you say....except for wow? I dont think I need to say anything here. I didn't even read the whole post nor do I want. This is so...blatantly racist and biphobic....just.....wow. What else can I say?

You dug your own grave. Lie in it. Heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon, everyone.

NSFW DOWN BELOW!

This isn't the new chapter of Just This Once. It's not PWP, but....I just needed something. Dont you dare judge me. Y'all ain't innocent either. Just a small preview

Strong-Armed

Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Sallie May, Moxxie, Striker, Blitzo Ship: Sallie May / Blitzo A/N: because I can, and she would. Let’s just assume this takes place post-games and pre-holy weapon discovery. Summary: Sallie May challenges Moxxie, Striker, and Blitzo to some casual arm wrestling with surprising results. 

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“Are you gonna pout the rest of the night, Tough Guy?” Sallie May teases from the doorway of the living room. 

“I am not pouting,” Moxxie says, but even he has a hard time believing himself. It doesn’t help at all that he crosses his arms over his chest and lets himself sink down on the couch just a little more. 

“Uh huh, sure,” Sallie May snorts, walking over toward him. She drops down to squat nearby, pressing her elbows into her knees and her cheeks to her knuckles. “I’d say it ain’t your fault you got your ass kicked, but it kinda is.” She grins at him cheekily. 

Moxxie turns a glare toward her. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, I assure you it isn’t working.” 

“Oh! I wasn’t,” she says with a chuckle. 

“Lovely,” Moxxie sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then if you’re done bothering me – ”

“I ain’t,” Sallie May says, and when Moxxie looks at her again she’s grinning just a little sharper. Suddenly she reaches out, roughly punching his knee. Whether or not he may have been hurting after the games didn’t seem to matter to her. 

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Anyway, I was before I was so rudely interrupted. I was about to make a post to my biggest fan. Let's get into it:

No, this whole thing was started because I dared to give an opinion to a public post. My focus was on Arackniss and Molly's characterization within the fandom and how they're treated "one-dimensionally". I did mention that they can be white because that's the truth. As well as them being POC. Never said they couldn't have their headcanon. Also, those photos that were publicly posted were given to me COMPLETELY EDITED. Me posting these edited pictures, if they are real, wont do shit.

What Christianity thing are you talking about? Please point it out. I am not Christian. I am not in any religion. I am agnostic. As for my audience, no way for you to know they are 14 and some of them are close to 10 years older than me. So, that's a lie.

You really love to point out that I'm a virgin...why? What does that have to do with anything? Also, how is me not having a sex or love life have to do with my age. You'd be shocked at how many middle schoolers do get into relationships and have sex...unfortunately. Also, relationships have nothing to do with any of this mess.

As for me placing sex workers in quotations, that's because I refuse to acknowledge those that are forced to work for pimps as a "worker". That would mean they are willingly with that employer and , most of the time, that is not the case. Hell, some are victims of human-trafficking. For you to justify it, is absolutely disgusting. Also, yes. Prostitution and being a pimp is illegal. That is just a fucking fact, you child.

This one is just a flat out lie. I would never give any underaged followers of mine NSFW and I always tag my stuff accordingly. A lot of them dont even interact with my more suggestive stuff. I'm not gonna go through all my followers just to find some underage people. And, no, I am not age restricting my blog. It's not just a NSFW blog. I reblog food, art, quotes, things I find funny, animals, aesthetics, and many more things. That's not worth being restricted.

Also, I dont appreciate you constantly pointing out that I'm Black. You may not have meant "vanilla black" as something racist (even though I've never heard anyone group those words before to suggest virginity), but you pointing out my race and pointing out your own is very suspicious and insensitive. Also, please stop calling me gay. I am bisexual. Respect my sexuality.

reblog if you’re a safe place for:

lesbian

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Friendly reminder that tomorrow is the first day of pride month and if I see any biphobia, I will throw hands

This includes, but is not limited to:

saying that bisexuality excludes trans/nonbinary people (it doesn't)

saying that bisexuality is too binary (it isn't)

saying that bisexuality is outdated (again, it isn't)

saying/implying that bisexuals only care about gender rather than personality (which is gross and untrue)

derailing conversations on biphobia and its effects

excluding bisexuals from mlm and wlw spaces/discussions

speaking over bisexuals in conversations on the issues we face

refusing to listen to bisexuals if we say something is biphobic

ignoring bisexual history and activism

ignoring the present contributions of bisexuals to LGBTQ culture

making demeaning jokes about bisexuals or jokes that rely on negative stereotypes

stereotyping bisexuals in general

viewing bisexuals as 'half-straight'/'lesser' members of the LGBTQ community

and finally, speaking over bisexuals about the very definition of bisexuality

yes this includes saying things like 'that sounds more like [other sexuality]' or 'if you define your attraction that way you're [other sexuality] instead' in response to a bisexual person describing how they define their orientation for themself

Day 1: Gay pride day

Fourth chapter is done and it's a heartfelt one....at least I hope so ^^; Go check it out!

Chapter summary: Moxxie explains what has been going on the past few days, but Millie and Blitzo make sure their voices are heard.

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Sallie May/Striker + Our Tremors AU /eyebrow waggle

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A/N: I was going to do something more serious but the idea wasn’t cooperating, so you get this instead. 

“You want us to run?” Sallie May asks, looking from Blitzo to Moxxie and then to Striker. Throughout this whole ordeal, she hasn’t had much faith in either Blitzo or Moxxie, as it seems to be sheer dumb luck that’s gotten them this far. Striker, on the other hand, seems to know what he’s doing, and she can hope he has a better idea. 

“Do you have a better idea?” Blitzo asks, gesturing wide and vaguely around them. “‘Cause we’re kinda running outta fucking options here.” 

“He’s got a point,” Striker says, and Sallie May gapes at him. “Sometimes all that’s left t’do is run.” 

“Y’all can’t be fuckin’ serious,” she groans, pinching at the bridge of her nose. 

“As the plague, darlin’,” Striker says with a grin. “It’ll be fine, trust me.” 

And before she can protest any further, he’s holding a pistol out toward her. “Here. You can take this, if it’ll make you feel any better.” 

Despite the situation, she happily accepts the weapon. “Well, maybe it does. Just a little.” In situations like this, the little things have to count. 

“Good girl,” Striker grins, and gives her hip a pat with the spade of his tail. 

The plan from thereon out is as simple as it sounds: abandon one safe place for another, and make a mad man’s dash across open desert to do it while the things underground are distracted. The distraction won’t last long, and there’s a chance it won’t even work on all the worms, but it’s better than staying in one place and waiting to die. 

Running seems to be working, and it’s a moment of adrenaline that makes Sallie May try to take a crackshot at a dust cloud not too far away. She pulls the trigger, the hammer clicks, and clicks, and clicks. 

When they reach their newest safe space, she all but throws the pistol back at Striker, hitting him in the chest with it. 

“You asshole!” she pants, snarling at him. “There ain’t no bullets in that gun!” 

Striker grins at her, casually twirling the gun about his index finger before holstering it. He winks, using his tail to stroke her cheek teasingly. 

“Gotcha runnin’ though, didn’t it?” 

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Hi! Would a mini-fic request of Striker spanking Moxxie be okay? Striker being such a cowboy I could see him threatening to 'tan Moxxie's hide' and backing that threat up >w>

Though if spanking makes you uncomfortable I totally understand! ;v;

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A/N: spanking is A-OK by me, nonnie! I hope this is okay! :3

“Sass me again, and you’ll see what happens,” Striker warns with a grin that almost dares Moxxie to press his luck.

And, of course, the other imp does. He may be small, but he’s got some fight in him, and Striker likes that. Even if sometimes that smart mouth and attitude gets on his last nerve.  

“Oh yeah?” Moxxie instigates, standing his ground in front of Striker. It’s cute, the way he stands on the tips of his hooves, chest puffed out just a little to make himself appear bigger than he is. 

Striker grins at the other, and then there’s barely any warning before the rattling spade of his tail suddenly whips against Moxxie’s hip. A warning, per-se. 

Moxxie hisses and jerks to the side, one hand quickly coming to cover the sudden tender spot. When he meets Striker’s gaze again, the outlaw’s grin has grown. A blush bruises the bridge of Moxxie’s nose and he quickly looks away. 

“Not so tough now, are ya, lil one?” Striker teases, and uses his tail to stroke over Moxxie’s knuckles. “But judgin’ by that blush of yours, I don’t think you wanna be anymore. Do ya?” 

He doesn’t give Moxxie time to answer, and instead uses his tail to strike him again, a little harder this time and right against Moxxie’s ass. And this time, Moxxie groans before he can choke the sound back. 

A hand reaches out and takes hold of Moxxie’s chin roughly, forcing him to look up and meet Striker’s gaze. 

“Who knew all it’d take was a lil hide tannin’ to shut that pretty mouth of yours?”