Eret's Corner

“I’m not missing a minute of this. It’s the revolution!” – Sylvia Rivera | Eret Alastair | Bisexual | Journalist, Poet, Photographer | Genderfluid, ask for preferred pronouns please!

[satoru-gojos-wife]

(gender neutral reader)

You, Mammon’s entire reason for existence; cradling his head in your loving hands and softly pecking every inch of his face. 

You, Mammon’s light in his deep dark abyss; hugging his neck and smushing your chest against his face, making him blush.

You, the person Mammon wants to spend his forever with; connecting your foreheads and looking into his eyes, telling him he’s going to be alright when he’s upset.

You, Mammon’s partner in crime; running away from Lucifer with him, hand in hand and cackling. Hiding from Lucifer in a little nook underneath one of the many staircases in the HOL; giggling like little toddlers.

You; Mammon’s eternity and soul. 

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You; in his arms each and every night while the two of you fall asleep, whispering the thoughts that come to your heads until you drift off.

You; playing with his hair and smiling down at him until he wakes up and smiles at you first thing in the morning.

You; bringing a smile to his face when nothing else can—and a lightness to his body that he hasn’t felt in centuries.

You; …in his arms, one last time, your eyes glassy and full of genuine, heart breaking fear. You, whispering to him that it’s going to be okay, even when your body starts to feel numb and the pain starts to fade. You, knowing the last thing you’ll ever see is his eyes before you drift off one final time.

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First Kiss / Cupid's Arrow

// Event Thread with @protesilauslegacy //

Eret's face had paled slightly when he saw the name on the card he'd drawn, any fuzziness from the drinks earlier seeming to melt away into sobriety.

Techno? A dizziness rushed over him and he exhaled shakily, eyes drifting over the other partygoers.

This was all meant to be fun, right? So why did it feel like something was aching to expose the things Eret was keeping buried? His feelings for Techno...

It was bad enough he let himself get tipsy, which hadn't fully faded considering how shaky he was--or maybe that was just nerves--as he made his way towards Techno, clutching the card.

Nervously, Eret tapped Techno on the shoulder, swallowing as the other turned to face them. "Uhm..hi." Eret's usual eloquence had been sapped away the moment she read the name on the card. They cleared their throat, smiling nervously and turning the card around to reveal Techno's name.

"I...drew you. Sorry." The apology slipped out instinctively, expecting Techno to be uncomfortable or flat out not want anything to do with this. "Uhm...we could both just, say we did it, if you want?" Eret offers nervously, fiddling with the glow-in-the-dark winglike cape she was wearing. "It..it's...against the rules, but..." If Techno could see her face, xe would see that it was bright red.

[protesilauslegacy]

// "Cupid's Poetry" Event Thread with @erets-irenic-corner //

Techno never expected xemselves to be surrounded by drunken individuals and a crowd filled with chaos. Music blurred and smeared into the atmosphere. Quackity was the reason xe even stuck around, was told to lighten up even. Have some fun they were told. Achilles could have been productive doing work but alas, apparently it was good to socialize every now and again. There were so many people that xe didn't recognize and a few that had familiar colours and features, a statement to help Achilles recognize them.

Techno wasn't even in usual attire, Quackity having dolled the individual up for this party. Even working around the fact xe was insistent on wearing the bone mask. Xe stood out more in the crowd, getting comments from various people due to what was worn. Having entered the party entrance a while ago with Quackity clung onto their arm, they soon departed from each other as Ducktape scattered off somewhere almost immediately. Probably to mingle with the friends created and xe wasn't going to interfere or bother Quackity.

Where was Achilles in the midst of this glorious party then? In the distance, you can find xem in a corner, drink in hand. They weren't planning on getting drunk, maybe tipsy. It was the second drink after all by the time it reached the current moment. Achilles hummed and soon enough felt a hand against their shoulder, having been talking with a drunk Quackity at that point, shooing her towards Samuel's direction. "Eret, I hadn't expected you here otherwise I would have-" Their sentence broke off however at the sight of their name. Techno had been somewhat aware of a game being played and it involved a kiss. Eyes widen and Techno approached a bit closer, the atmosphere feeling tight. Emotions were, and always will be, complicated but if something was clear, Eret was different.

Safe.

Techno gazed at the individual carefully before finally giving a response. "We can do it. Just- I don't want to be around people." Xe wasn't sure how to feel, the anxiety and nerves drowning them. Kissing Eret, that felt so odd. Their heart skipped numerous beats, squeezing and tugging on the body. Achilles fidgeted with the shirt worn, eyes stared through the bone mask. "We have to play by the rules, right?" A crack visible in their voice. Technoblade, the scary hog, the delusional mutterer, the Blade xemself...nervous? Achilles wouldn't have ever guessed to be in this predicament, god maybe it was a bad idea to usher Quackity away so quickly. She would have been the perfect scapegoat for this awkward scenario. It'd also mean that Techno ran away and xe didn't like that. It hadn't sat comfortably with xem so here, Techno will face it onwards, commit to it. "Unless you're uncomfortable with it. We can avoid this if you're not comfortable at all, no pressure." They realized they have been been a bit blunt and pushy, bright red in the face. Thank goodness for masks covering their face. Witnessing Erets however, it didn't seem all that bad.

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Eret swallowed thickly at Techno's words, shuffling her feet slightly. "Right, that's fine with me-" Her own voice wavered as she grabbed Techno's hand and led xem away from the crowd and into a quieter corner, face darkening by the second.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. If things went south later, Eret could blame the drinks they'd had. Or if it really came down to it, Eret could make up some other excuse. Later. When their brain wasn't going a mile a minute.

"I'm, I mean- I'm okay with doing it. I'm still not sure who drew my name but. Personally I'd rather it be you- I mean! Because we're friends, it's less weird than some stranger." Lies and more lies, Eret was mentally kicking himself as he let go of Techno and turned to face xem properly once again. "Uhm...I'm guessing you don't want to take your mask off. That's totally fine, I wouldn't ask you to." Eret adds quickly, fiddling with the wing-like cape on his back.

You'd think with all the impromptu practice their side-hustle had brought, they'd be less fumbly for something like this. Maybe if it was anyone else...

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❝ UPDATE ❞ /// We’ve all seen the rising chatter over a certain someone’s post . Don’t worry , you didn’t catch us slacking . I just needed to await the receival of a more . . . exposing tip . (Thank you , friend . You know who you are .)

Long story short — is this a freshly blooming couple ? Nikita Chryses and Joseph Schlatt . The cheerleading captain and ex-rugby star . Love sure is in the air this season , and I’m looking forward to seeing the results . Although knowing this school , they’re bound to be chaotic . 

Keep your notifications on , everyone . I have a feeling things are about to get heated . 

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LOOK AT MY NAILS!!!

These were taken yesterday and I have to thank pretty boy @booboipresents for the wonderful job though their taste in food? Questionable 😞😞 Never trust this man with food /t /pf

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Oh my god Tubbo they're gorgeous!! They definitely suit you <3

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send 💋 for my muse to attempt to flirt with yours

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First Kiss / Cupid's Arrow

// Event Thread with @protesilauslegacy //

Eret's face had paled slightly when he saw the name on the card he'd drawn, any fuzziness from the drinks earlier seeming to melt away into sobriety.

Techno? A dizziness rushed over him and he exhaled shakily, eyes drifting over the other partygoers.

This was all meant to be fun, right? So why did it feel like something was aching to expose the things Eret was keeping buried? His feelings for Techno...

It was bad enough he let himself get tipsy, which hadn't fully faded considering how shaky he was--or maybe that was just nerves--as he made his way towards Techno, clutching the card.

Nervously, Eret tapped Techno on the shoulder, swallowing as the other turned to face them. "Uhm..hi." Eret's usual eloquence had been sapped away the moment she read the name on the card. They cleared their throat, smiling nervously and turning the card around to reveal Techno's name.

"I...drew you. Sorry." The apology slipped out instinctively, expecting Techno to be uncomfortable or flat out not want anything to do with this. "Uhm...we could both just, say we did it, if you want?" Eret offers nervously, fiddling with the glow-in-the-dark winglike cape she was wearing. "It..it's...against the rules, but..." If Techno could see her face, xe would see that it was bright red.

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Another Thursday Afternoon with Tubbo

[With @tubbo-bo-underscore ]

Eret smiled as they read the messages from Tubbo, unable to help the quiet laugher that seemed to so easily spill from his lips whenever the friend in question was involved.

> Eret: Tubbo I'm mildly concerned about the light arson It was only a few moments before Eret got a response.

> Tubbo: And thank you very much :P I shall be on my way over, we don't talk how a bit of my hair is burnt

After the final message, Eret slid his phone back into his pocket, hands coming to rest on his camera that hung from his neck. The scene ahead of him was lovely--dark forest with light slanting through branches high above, creating angelic rays in beams. The shorter trees had twisted branches low enough to climb into, and a vines thick enough to support a person's weight hung from the sturdier limbs above.

The centerpiece of it all was an old concrete bench that had been reclaimed by the forest [Eret assumed it was partially because the walking trail he'd wandered off of wasn't as maintained as the rest of the forest] and small ivy vines were wrapping around its whiteish gray surface, clinging and rustling in the breeze.

But the part Eret liked the most, was the flowers that had grown around the base of the bench...most of them were weeds, but he didn't mind. And he knew Tubbo wouldn't, either.

It was almost habit, the way they called Tubbo each time they found a new spot to take photos in. The two had become close through photography--with Tubbo being the subject of it and Eret the photographer. Plus...Eret loved being around hive, enjoyed null's company. Always.

So he waited, carefully testing the strength of the vines hanging from the trees knowing Tubbo would try to swing on them, taking a few photos of the trees above and closeups of flowers, and exploring the forest a short ways ahead while he waited for Tubbo to arrive.

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// "Another Thursday Afternoon" Thread with @erets-irenic-corner //

Tubbo was excited to say the least. Eyes widen with a spark of energy and joy. Stretching the arms, the individual soon enough started heading towards the location that Eret sent coordinates to. He doesn't seem to recognize the area - probably too distracted doing other things - and yet still allows himself to take in the beauty as emerging through. It was splendid, eye-catching even. Something about this screamed mythical, magical, overall exciting.

It was straight out of a fairy book even. The male would neaten the brown shorts and white shirt, accompanied by a knitted vest of browns, outlined in black. Tubbos hair a complete mess and some of the fringe looking burnt off. That was a mistake on its part. Tobias thought it would be a smart idea to play with fire and light up a bunsen burner so close. It had just about missed hives face and stands of hair became the sacrifice instead. Worn shoes looked scoffed and yet practical for exploring through mud and grass, through soil looking far fresher than most areas.

The thing that caught Tobys eventual attention were the vines.

Eret was right in knowing Tubbo would hang off them. A small greeting was gifted, quick however, before she jumped up and hung from one of the vines. They were sturdy. Strong. Could hold the small weight that created Tubbo. The boy climbed up the vine a little and soon enough gazed at Eret. "Hey Eret! This place looks so wild! What the fuck? How did you find it?" It was until Tubbo got to the top of where the vine was, carefully gripping onto the branch and getting in a specific position. Once having done so? Tubbo allowed himself to tilt backpacks and allow her legs to carry the weight, dangling from the branch with a cheeky grin. Hands were free from the branch and waved at Eret, expecting them to make a comment.

Thump.

Oh. Nulls phone fell. Oops. He knew there weren't any woodland creatures like birds or squirrels around to steal it. Plus anyway, Eret was more than likely to retrieve it for the sake of her own and his sanity. "How you been anyway? I see you've been taking some photos!!" He exclaimed noting the camera that was in the others hand, eyes sparkling with that raw excitement. She allowed herself to dangle, legs as mere support before grabbing the branch with his hands and pulling himself up. The blood that rushed to its brain started to get the better of him and needing to rest before her felt like exploding, he became sensible. Thankfully. When he had previously hung upside down, Eret could capture Tubbos true face, the scarring that blinded the left side so easily, how a glossy silver eye looked so broken yet clean and untouched at the same time. How the other eye looked sad and yet masking said sadness. Tubbo was a true mystery.

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// "Another Thursday Afternoon" thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Eret's expression was fond and at ease as they watched Tubbo climb with ease, null's strength that Eret always admired easily being shown off.

"I was just walking," Eret replied with a carefree shrug. There was nothing to be afraid of here, no reason to be tense or stressed. It was just him, Tubbo, and the beauty of nature surrounding them.

Eret almost wished he'd never have to leave. Almost. "Dissociated a little, wound up here. Be careful okay?" He laughs softly, thumbs rubbing over the barrel of the camera.

Eret waved back with a soft chuckle, shaking their head. "Don't f-" They begin to say before Tubbo's airborne phone distracts them. "fall. Like your phone did." She sighs, indeed retrieving it and slipping it into their own pocket to hold onto it until Tubbo was out of the tree.

"Hold still for a sec," Eret then says, raising the camera to snap a few quick photos of Tubbo before hive rights themself on the branch. "I've been alright," he says then, realizing he didn't answer Tubbo's question, "how about you? Oh--lean back against the trunk of the tree for a second, if you can?" Eret requests for another shot.

"Maybe we could do one with you standing on the branch and holding the vine Tarzan style, except, you know. More than a loincloth. Unless you insist on that." Eret jokes with a grin, running their fingers over the bench gently. "That is, if you're able to get yourself standing on the branch without falling."

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Ring of Fire

Eret hadn't been sure what he was expecting when he watched the group of his friends and schoolmates assemble in a circle with the ring of cards between them.

It wasn't until Quackity's fourth turn that the game restarted and Eret was dragged into it by Karl, who was giggling excitedly. Already one chug in [thanks Sapnap] and it had been Eret's turn, only drawing a three--so only they had to drink.

Eret found themself loosening up as the game progressed, and they laughed along with it as they drank one, two, three, four, five--they started to lose count before too long.

Eret had never been one to drink much, this game throwing them off entirely as each drink made his head feel fuzzier. It didn't help that they decided to drink with both 4s and 6s, the cards the determined females and males, respectively, had to take a drink.

9 of diamonds--Eret had stared at the final card they drew, head fuzzy and thoughts sluggish as they tried to remember what the card meant.

"Say a word!" Someone told him nearby--was it Quackity who said it? Eret wasn't sure, but responded with the first word that popped into their head.

"Glow." It was followed by a bright giggle as the others began spouting rhyming words around the circle. Eret hardly paid attention to who lost.

Two chugs in a row and Eret was coughing when Foolish drew the final king and drank The Pint.

After all that, Eret was mostly relieved it wasn't them who had to do it.

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Never have you ever !!

Mixed crazy combos of energy drinks/caffeinated drinks like coffee/red bull/5 hour energy, etc.

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💢💢💢

It wasn't uncommon for Techno to get into fights--or so Eret had heard. So far, he'd never actually seen it first-hand. So when Techno arrived to creative writing club with a bruise forming on his throat that looked like he'd been punched, Eret backpedaled in surprise.

"Are you alright?" He'd asked immediately, his voice soft and laced with genuine worry, trying to ignore the gnawing anxiety crawling up the back of his throat. Pushing back the bad memories from home that flashed behind his eyes as he struggled for a moment to focus on the friend in front of him. "You don't have to answer that--" Eret swallowed thickly before continuing, "I wouldn't want to answer that...but I'm here if you want to discuss it. I'm always here...if you want to discuss...anything." And with a tight, nervous smile and a nod, the two did what they seemed to do best around each other; write.

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💭 = First Impression giggle

Eret smiled at the thought of Tubbo, tilting his head ever so slightly as he recalled the memory. "Amazement," He replied simply, letting the word settle in the air for a moment. "I'd dare to call it awe, actually. I first met hive at orientation for freshman, and--I couldn't help but be amazed--who wouldn't, considering what null looks like?" Eret ducks their head slightly. "I mean...they wear their scars so proudly, it was...inspiring. And they noticed I was staring and didn't seem offended--especially not when I asked if they'd mind if I photographed them for a photography project. That's how our tradition started." Eret smiled wider, running their fingers over the camera hanging around their neck. "And we've been friends ever since then. I'd even say she's my best friend."

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❝ SPOTTED ❞ /// Our damsel in distress seems to have easily found her way back to campus . . . but somehow is still having trouble returning home ! We're wondering whether Eret's sense of direction is really skewed or if all that journaling really happens on the run . After all, they're a pretty face that you might see in one too many articles , with an appearance so artificial they might as well be inanimate ! I've heard people pay a lot for dolls . She'd certainly know , right ? He's not one to idolize , and definitely not one for a throne . But we welcome you back with open arms . Can't wait to see what you do next !

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I don't, understand what you're getting at with this. 

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Another Thursday Afternoon with Tubbo

[With @tubbo-bo-underscore ]

Eret smiled as they read the messages from Tubbo, unable to help the quiet laugher that seemed to so easily spill from his lips whenever the friend in question was involved.

> Eret: Tubbo I'm mildly concerned about the light arson It was only a few moments before Eret got a response.

> Tubbo: And thank you very much :P I shall be on my way over, we don't talk how a bit of my hair is burnt

After the final message, Eret slid his phone back into his pocket, hands coming to rest on his camera that hung from his neck. The scene ahead of him was lovely--dark forest with light slanting through branches high above, creating angelic rays in beams. The shorter trees had twisted branches low enough to climb into, and a vines thick enough to support a person's weight hung from the sturdier limbs above.

The centerpiece of it all was an old concrete bench that had been reclaimed by the forest [Eret assumed it was partially because the walking trail he'd wandered off of wasn't as maintained as the rest of the forest] and small ivy vines were wrapping around its whiteish gray surface, clinging and rustling in the breeze.

But the part Eret liked the most, was the flowers that had grown around the base of the bench...most of them were weeds, but he didn't mind. And he knew Tubbo wouldn't, either.

It was almost habit, the way they called Tubbo each time they found a new spot to take photos in. The two had become close through photography--with Tubbo being the subject of it and Eret the photographer. Plus...Eret loved being around hive, enjoyed null's company. Always.

So he waited, carefully testing the strength of the vines hanging from the trees knowing Tubbo would try to swing on them, taking a few photos of the trees above and closeups of flowers, and exploring the forest a short ways ahead while he waited for Tubbo to arrive.

[romanianwilkinson]

Send my muse “Never have I ever” + an act, and if my muse has done it, they’ll take a drink.

ALT: Send my muse “Never have you ever” and my muse will list an act they think your muse has done.

[longestnight]

i have given you the gift of blood but now i ask for it back (says godman) by vanya krieger

(tips/support)

[schuylerpeck]

yeah okay that’s fine 🫠

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💭 = First Impression

"First impression of Techno?" Eret smiles fondly, humming as he recalls the memory. "I was...fascinated. We met at creative writing club, and they just don't...seem the type for it at first glance, you know?" They laugh softly, biting the cap of the ballpoint pen in their hand.

"The mask drew my attention right away, of course, and for someone so...imposing, the first time xe spoke to me I just felt...amazed. Xe's so intelligent and...even on first meeting it showed."