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Ok, who is this Trick fool that's causing a pain in everyone's ass?

He's an idiot that just shouldn't even be in this fandom. Radiotrickster basically said that Michael Kovach wasn't respectful to aces, despite being ace himself, because he was being sexual on Hunicast as he did requests for Angel Dust to say certain things. And, apparently, he thinks that Michael forgot Angel was Italian, even though his inspiration for Angel's voice was Joe Pesci, who is of Italian descent.

However, that hardly matters because Trick also doesn't believe that there are any white Italians. If you're from Italy, you're automatically POC. The only places that have mainly or solely white people are Britain, Canada, and America. Um, he also calls me racist because I said Angel has the potential to be white, even though he thinks all these things.

He also accuses me of stalking, despite making a whole blog dedicated to collecting "receipts" for me, constantly makes callout posts, and sent me multiple hate anons.

There's also this other person called Hearts, but meh, whatever. All I did was ask her if she was okay, so she responded by pointing out the three year age gap, as if that meant anything, and then called me "sweetie"/"honey" more than once. To which I said that was very condescending. Now they're saying I was being rude to her....because she's mentally disabled, even though i didn't know that or cared. Besides, that's not an excuse to be an ass.

probably my fav clip from the ritual last tuesday :)

aether and popia’s little dance, rainbow dew, rain and sunshine hanging out and of course the infamous swiss shimmy >:3

Sarah and the ink machine vampire

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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