#🌈she is the COOLEST !!!

[sherbitz]

Noelle = pride month

[starboundsingularities]

good lird they did not make a gimmick blog about a real life murder

#someone fucking DIED but whatever who gives a shit it's funny i guess

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

honestly with how suspicious and confusing everything on the dl-6 case was i wouldn't be surprised if it came out that it was that prosecutor guy tbh

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

date posted: june 23, 2010

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⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

ok hear me out. what abt winston payne though

🧊 just--ice Follow

okay now they're just making lawyers up

#also didn't mvk die or something?

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🔥 triedbyfire Follow

why the fuck are you people still posting about the gavinners as if theyre not copaganda. didn't the guitarist get convicted of murder

🎸 guiltiest-lovers837 Follow

so fucking tired of this "um um didn't daryan get convicted of murder" YEAH AND HE'S LITERALLY NOT IN THE FUCKING BAND ANYMORE. dipshit

🔥 triedbyfire Follow

are you gonna address the copaganda thing or

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🌻 attorneybout Follow

he's so. 😳

📂 trialanderror Follow

why is he defending

📂 trialanderror Follow

OP WHY IS HE DEFENDING???

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🦈 giantlakemonsters Follow

i just wanna hear about another gourdy sighting thats all

🥜 liberdeez Follow

op. i'm so sorry op. gourdy isn't real you have to let her go. they had a whole trial about it.

🔐 wrightorwrong Follow

hi!! so this isn't actually the case as while gourdy was briefly mentioned in a trial, said trial had nothing to do with whether or not gourdy was "real" per se as much as. well. murder, actually. while gourdy WAS found out to be an inflatable steel samurai this was not brought up in the case at all as the veracity of gourdy wasn't really as relevant as the fact that the witness was looking for gourdy rather than at the murder she claimed to have seen. plus this was also a relatively small part of a MUCH larger trial which for those interested not only solved the dl-6 case but ALSO marked the end of prosecutor von karma's ~40 year long record and the court records are really a fascinating read through!!

🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

net 0 information post

#thanks again lawblr

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🍒 cherriescoola Follow

btw i was at the park the other day and klavier gavin (of gavinners fame) was there and obv there was a huge crowd but this guy was there with him and at some point he (the other guy) waved to the crowd and someone still screamed like it was klavier??? who was that guy ive never seen him before in my life

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🩸 has-dl6-been-solved-yet Follow

December 28, 2016

YES!!!

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🪙 tellerlikeitis Follow

guys help i'm a bank teller and this guy just introduced himself as robin banks what do i do

🔪 violencekilling Follow

you gotta let him rob you that's the law

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👻 ghostesswiththemostest Follow

look if i ever get convicted of murder im just hiring the lawyer with the coolest sounding name

💼 courtofwaw Follow

bestie if you already got convicted it is Too Late

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📋 lawandwhoreder Follow

guys i know it's real fun to think people just can predict whatever but if you look at the earliest reblogs of that post that "guessed" the true killer in the dl-6 case it was actually a post about how they didn't want to go to the store. clearly edited

#stg nobody bothers to factcheck anything anymore

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🐺 lawnewolf Follow

i am NOT homophobic or whatever the fuck you guys are saying now i just think its weird to write fanfiction about realass people?? go touch grass ffs

🌈 lawsbian Follow

the fun police (this guy) putting me in yaoi court but the lawyers (phoenix witrght and miles edgeworth) just keep trying to make out (real court is like this too btw)

🐺 lawnewolf Follow

YOU HAVE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

#look idc what your enemies to lovers fic bullshit says #they're straight. and more importantly REAL PEOPLE. #there's TENSION because they are in COURT and there are LIVES on the LINE. #not because they wanna fuck. god.

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🔮 inhighspirits Follow

why dont they just ask the spirit mediums to ask the victims who killed them this law shit is easy

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💞 lawveyourself Follow

seriously i cant believe they gave this guy a law degree

💞 lawveyourself Follow

what do you mean evidence fraud

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🎧 instrumentalillness Follow

fuck you *unguilties your love*

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🎀 copiicat Follow

perjury isnt illegal btw in fact if youre one of tge witnesses youre legally required to lie on the stand. thats why everyone does it. trust me

[ckret2]

Chapter 32 of human Bill is convinced he's the best prisoner ever and does not deserve this abuse from the Pines:

Bill gets his fingernails painted! 💅🌈✨ Look at his fingernails, I drew this week's picture just to show them off. They're fun.

Bill also gets bound to a magic poppet that can control his every move.

It's hilarious for Dipper and Mabel, but not for Bill.

The early morning still was broken by Stan's wails of despair.

At some point during the night, the egg-and-toilet-papering kids had come back to Stan's car.

And they'd brought rocks.

####

Bill woke up with a sheet tossed over him and a cupcake sitting on the window seat. The cupcake was pink with green frosting and decorated like a happy jack-o'-melon. It was sitting on top of a note:

"Sorry I didn't mention I had plans tonight! Robbie's mom made cupcakes for everyone so I grabbed you one. The music video's gonna be AMAZING! I'll show you when Robbie posts it!" Mabel had signed with a shooting star.

Bill decided he hadn't been mad at Mabel last night at all.

He battled gravity to heave himself vertical, trudged downstairs to the bathroom, stuck his face under the faucet until his mouth tasted less like sour sandpaper, agonizingly dragged himself back upstairs to his makeshift bed, and collapsed under the sheet to wait until his head stopped hammering.

####

Sprawled on the living room floor, Mabel said, "What should I draw?"

"Draw me." Bill was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching the news and nursing a glass of Mabel juice. In an effort to counteract the lingering queasiness from overdosing on sugar and chocolate, he'd spiked the juice with two ground-up Elderly 60+ Vitaman™ brand Man Vitamins (khaki flavor) stolen from a bottle that Ford had bought for Stan and that Stan forgot to take.

"Okay!" Mabel turned around and squinted up at Bill. "Strike a pose!"

"Not like this!" Bill shoved a hand in Mabel's face to force her to stop looking. "Draw me how I really look."

"Bill, that's illegal. Remember?" Mabel pointed at the TV. Bodacious T was reporting on a child who'd dressed up for Summerween as "that weird out-of-towner who bothered us last year, you know the one," and who, under the Never Mind All That Act, had been fined fifty pieces of candy. The child's mugshot showed his crying face, but blurred out his yellow costume.

"He'd be the coolest kid in town," Bill said, "if he wasn't such a crybaby in front of the cops. Draw me anyway."

"I don't wanna get arrested!"

"Do you see any cops?" Bill grinned. "Just don't sign your name, nobody will know it was you."

Mabel considered that. "I can sign it someone else's name." She pulled out a few crayons.

"That's what I'm talking about! Do anything you want forever and frame the innocent!"

"What do you want me to draw you doing?"

"The coolest thing you can think of."

Mabel considered that, and got to work.

The news was boring now. They were talking about the weather, and it wasn't even interesting weather. "So hey, you were gonna tell me about filming last night?"

"Oh yeah!" Mabel said. "Did I mention the part where the dead rose from their graves?"

Bill muted the TV. "And I missed it?"

Robbie had decided the cemetery at his place would be more atmospheric than the trick-or-treater-filled streets (and less likely to have their shots ruined by passersby that didn't appreciate the depth of Robbie's lyrics). It went great, until the vibrations of angsty rock-and-roll stirred the slumbering corpses and they clawed their way from their graves. It turned out Gravity Falls had been having off-and-on invasions of the undead for the past year, ever since somebody decided to reanimate every corpse in town for fun, Bill.

"You can't prove it was me, I'm not the only one who knows how to raise the dead!" Bill laughed. "Hey—you're not drawing this body, are you? You said you wouldn't."

"I'm not, I promise!"

"Then why do you keep staring at me?"

"Um."

"Let me see!"

"No! Don't ruin the surprise!" Mabel picked up a glitter pen with feathers glued to the end and waved them in Bill's face. "And no cheating with your eye-bleeding psychic magic!"

Bill smacked the pen away. "Fine! So what did you do with the zombies? Feed one of the teens to them?"

"No! I chewed like four packs of gum me and Dipper got from the weird homeless dentist and made a fake baby brain. We used it as bait to lead them into an open grave," Mabel said. "And then we realized we could use the brain to train them to do tricks! So now we have dancing zombies in the music video. They actually learned the choreography pretty easily."

"Makes sense," Bill said. "I did fill the space where their souls should be with an insatiable hunger to party."

Mabel grinned. "I thought you said they weren't your fault."

"If they're good at dancing, I'm taking credit!"

"They were pretty good—especially considering how many limbs they were missing," Mabel said. "I'll show you when Robbie's finished editing the video."

"And I'll get to see you playing a creepy ghost kid, right?"

"Yeah! We were the greatest ghosts ever! Check it out, we were like—" Mabel fixed Bill with a dead-eyed slack-jawed stare and whisper-sang, "'We're the things that you have lost. Childhood joy, dead as a ghost.'"

"Chills."

"Dipper tried so hard to get in character as a ghost that he completely zoned out for a minute! When we shook him out of it, he said he felt like he had an out-of-body experience!"

####

At his computer, Robbie clicked play on a clip of the twins standing side-by-side in front of the cemetery gate. As they sang the chorus, Dipper's face went still; and then a spectral gray form rose out of his head, still singing in sync with Mabel.

"Whoa," Robbie said. "Sick. I'm keeping that in."

####

"So, it turns out my bro is an expert method actor," Mabel boasted.

Bill thought back to Dipper drifting up and down the stairs in the middle of the night. "Yep. Sounds like he's got quite a talent."

Mabel set down her crayons and held out a paper. "Okay—what do you think?"

Bill accepted the drawing. "Am I riding on the back of a rocket ship?"

"Like a bucking bronco! See the rocket flames doing a loop?"

"Sure do. Why am I holding a fish bowl?"

"It's like a cowboy waving his hat, but, you're in space. So that's your astronaut helmet."

"It's beautiful," Bill said intensely. "It's the best thing I've ever seen."

"Aw, really? Thanks!"

"When I take over the universe, I'm rearranging the constellations to look like this."

"Don't do that, though."

"Fine, but I'm hanging it up in my throne room." Bill set down his empty glass so he could hold the picture with both hands, beaming at it as proudly as though he'd made it himself. Big change from his lukewarm reception of her house drawing yesterday. She should draw Bill more often. Being a good artist meant understanding what your audience wanted.

Unfortunately, now that she'd finished her drawing, she didn't have anything to distract her from staring at Bill. And she'd taken about as much of seeing him as she could stand. "Bill. I say this with non-judgmental love. But you look sooo terrible."

"Yeah, I know. I think I'm shaped about as nicely as a human could ask for," he pantomimed drawing a triangle in front of his torso, "but let's be real, there's only so much you can do when you're working with a human bone structure. And there's way too much neck—"

"No! Bill, your body is beautiful just the way it is, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I meant your hair looks awful."

Bill had taken a shower yesterday morning, emerged with his hair all wet and tangled, and done absolutely nothing to detangle it. And then, with it still half damp and totally disheveled, he'd shoved it under a cheap acrylic wig for the rest of the night. And then he'd fallen asleep on the floor still wearing the wig.

And now, with the wig removed, his hair looked like a bird had plucked out half a scarecrow's straw brains and made a nest out of it.

"It sure does," Bill said, with the slightly forlorn air of someone complaining about a war in a far-off country over which one had no power.

"So brush it!"

"No. Never. You can't make me."

"Why not? I thought you wanted to keep your hair all triangly!"

"Not enough to touch it. Either it'll figure out how to straighten out on its own or it won't, I'm not messing with it. I've got enough going on in my life today." By which he meant he had the last lingering traces of a hangover, which was a valid excuse to get out of all social, moral, and aesthetic obligations.

Mabel groaned in frustration. "I can't take looking at it anymore! If you won't brush it, can I?"

Bill gave her a skeptical look; but then he flung his hands out dismissively. "Sure, why not? If it bothers you so much. Have at it."

"I'll be right back!"

She got her brush from upstairs and a spray bottle from the kitchen, and directed Bill to sit on the floor so she could get on the couch behind him. After making such a fuss about brushing his hair, Bill was surprisingly well-behaved with somebody else brushing it for him. He didn't even complain when Mabel accidentally yanked on some nasty snarls a little harder than she meant to.

"I feel like a corpse getting prettied up for my funeral," Bill said. "Grooming each other is how humans bond, isn't it? This is one of your little social rituals? If all you wanted was to make sure we're still friends after you ditched me last night, you could have just asked."

Mabel shoved her foot between Bill's shoulder blades. Wise guy. She joked, "Yeah! We're bonding now! After this we're gonna paint each other's fingernails and talk about what kind of boys we like."

"I want rainbow spiral fingernails."

Mabel really should be used to this—but she still kept getting surprised that Bill was interested in the stuff she liked. And not even in a patronizing sure-I'll-play-along way. He'd turned to look at her. There was a gleam in his eyes. He really wanted rainbow spiral fingernails.

And now she wanted rainbow spiral fingernails, too. "Fine! But look forward until I finish your hair." One way or another, Mabel vowed, she would reform Bill into a proper good guy—even if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming. Fun dress-up partners were hard to find, and she couldn't afford to lose Bill.

####

Soos wandered to the living room to find somewhere to hang up his and Melody's "Best Couple Cosplay" award, but stopped in the doorway.

Bill, Mabel, and Waddles were sitting on the floor, watching some kind of cartoon psychedelic fairy princess lecture a spider on the importance of colors, with a bowl of popcorn between them. Bill and Mabel both had bright multicolor fingernails and were eating the popcorn with chopsticks to avoid touching their nails. There was more popcorn on the floor than in the bowl. Waddles had taken no such cares to avoid dragging his freshly painted hooves through the carpet. 

"Truth or dare," Bill said.

"Dare!"

"Dare you to assassinate the..." Bill trailed off. "I can't have the mayor assassinated, he runs Rainbow Club. And the sheriff and deputy invited me... There aren't a lot of public officials in this dumb town, are there?"

"I'm not killing anybody, Bill. Truth."

"Fine, coward. What's your favorite toxic fume fragrance?"

"That's easy! Gasoline!"

"Hey, mine too! At least on this planet. It smells like—you know that smell that heralds the coming of rain? Gasoline is the smell that heralds a really fun time."

"Yeah! Like going on a road trip!"

Bill paused. "Right! I was... I was definitely thinking about road trips. That's exactly what I meant."

Mabel added, "And it looks so cool when there's a little bit spilled in a parking spot—"

"The rainbow puddles! Yes! Big fan of the rainbow puddles—"

"I love parking lot rainbow puddles! It's like surprise happiness in the most boring place on the planet!"

Soos mumbled, "Girl talk," decided to hang his award up later, and left.

####

Dipper heard the bedroom door open and Mabel call, "Hey Dipper!"

"Hey." He didn't look up from his journal, where he was documenting last night's zombie adventures. "Oh, hey, bad news—Wendy said she got a text from Robbie, it sounds like all the footage from the cemetery last night is ruined?"

"Aww! What? But we worked so hard to train those zombies!"

"Yeah, it's just static. But everything we shot outside the gates is fine. I wonder if it's something supernatural that interferes with electronics?"

"Something supernatural? In the cemetery? Full of zombies? What are the odds of that!" Mabel laughed. "But heyyy, I've got some good news!"

"What?"

Mabel stuck a hairbrush full of gold hair between Dipper's face and his journal. "I got a replacement for the Bill hair sample we gave Pacifica!" She grinned and whispered, "Wanna make a poppet?"

####

It would have been really cool if the first full moon of summer vacation had come on Summerween. But the calendar gods were unkind that year, and instead, it came the next day, on June 23.

Which worked out, in the end, since it meant they didn't have any scheduling conflicts on the one night they could make a poppet.

They had the ritual space set up in their bedroom—a chalk star drawn on the floor with a black candle at each point—and the doll representing Bill—which Mabel had upgraded with button eyes and a miniature version of his favorite knit hoodie. They collected all the shed blonde strands off Mabel's hairbrush, wrapped them around the doll's neck, and tied them on. They set the doll in the center of the star; Bartholomew talked them through the ritual; the flames on the candles leaped a foot in the air, turned a pale blue, and then went out; and the binding ritual was complete. The doll was now connected to Bill Cipher.

"Weird," Bartholomew said. "Usually the flames turn black. I've never seen them turn blue before."

Dipper said, "That's not a problem, is it?"

"No, no. I've just never used the binding ritual on an alien before! I guess it works a little different!"

Dipper picked up the doll and eyed it skeptically. "Mabel, I know we said we're saving this for emergencies only, but—maybe we should test it out just to make sure it actually works?"

"I guess we should," Mabel said, grimacing. "Just—don't do anything that'd hurt him. Okay?"

Yeah, Dipper should've expected that. Whether he liked it or not, Mabel didn't just see Bill as her weird experiment in criminal rehabilitation—she saw him as her friend. He sighed. "Okay. But is it fine if we do something that would embarrass him?"

Mabel shrugged. "I don't see why not!"

####

As they crept from their room, Mabel whispered, "What if we stick him in a box and shake it up? And then tell him there was an earthquake!"

"I thought you were the one who didn't want to hurt him."

"Oh right."

Bill wasn't on his cushions under the window, so they crept downstairs. Halfway down, Dipper stopped, putting a hand on Mabel's arm. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table, chin in his hand, staring out the window.

"This is perfect," he whispered. "He's completely vulnerable. He's got his back to us, he's looking at the moonlight—even if he turns around, he won't see us because his eyes will have to readjust to the dark."

"I don't know if his eyes need to adjust," Mabel said. "Have you ever noticed he never turns the lights on when he goes into a room?"

Dipper considered that. He hadn't noticed—but now that Mabel mentioned it, Bill did have a tendency to lurk in the dark. "Well—okay, but he's still not looking at us. Let's see how this works..." He studied the doll; then turned it around and gently brushed a finger through its yarn hair.

For a moment, nothing happened; and then Bill swatted at the back of his head and looked around, as if he was trying to find what had touched him.

"I think it's working," Dipper hissed.

"Are you sure? What if there's actually a fly in the kitchen?"

Could be. "Let me see if it can control him."

"Careful—"

Dipper grabbed one of the doll's arms and tentatively lifted it.

Bill's arm shot up. He stared at it in bafflement. "Wh...?"

Mabel bit her lip. Dipper waved the doll's arm.

Bill's arm waved. After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Hello?" As if he thought maybe his arm was waving at someone and he should play along with it.

Mabel and Dipper clapped their hands over their mouths, fighting to keep their giggles quiet. Mabel elbowed Dipper, "Hey Dipper Dipper Dipper, get him to stand up, let me control his legs, I have the best idea—"

Bill knocked over his chair and had to flail his arms for balance as he abruptly jerked to his feet. He looked around, eyes wide and wild, an edge of panic to his voice as he hollered, "WHAT'S GOING ON!"

Dipper held the doll out to Mabel. "Okay hurry!" Mabel took it by the legs—

—and Bill started doing the cancan. He shrieked. "WHAT?!"

Dipper shoved his shirt over his mouth to muffle his hysterics. Mabel was letting little wheezy squeaks out through her nose. Bill's voice was almost an octave higher as he screamed, "WHEN I FIND OUT WHO'S BEHIND THIS, I'M GONNA SHRED YOU—" and they both got so close to bursting laughing out loud that they had to pause to punch each other's shoulders for self control.

Still holding one of the doll's legs up, Mabel hissed, "Dipper do you remember the bottle dance. Where they crouch down with bottles on their heads. Can we—can we get a tiny bottle for the doll—"

Bill was failing both arms to avoid falling with one foot held in the air. He grabbed the counter for balance. And then, with a grunt of effort, he wrenched his foot down and stomped it to the ground.

The doll's leg yanked out of Mabel's hand.

Dipper and Mabel fell silent, staring at the doll. They looked at each other. Mabel whispered, "It shouldn't be able to do that, right?"

They looked at Bill.

Bill's face was burning red, and he was so far past fury that his expression was perfectly blank. His eyes were huge, and round, and pointed straight at them.

They bolted up the stairs.

Bill charged after them.

They screamed in terror. They weren't loud enough to drown out Bill: "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU BRATS—"

Mabel grabbed Dipper's arm. "Dipper, do something!"

"Uhh—!" He tossed the doll in the air and caught it.

They heard an alarmed yelp as Bill was launched in the air and then a crash as he landed on the stairs again.

They scrambled into their room and slammed the door. "Safe!" Mabel said.

"Yeah," Dipper said, panting for breath. "Can't get us here."

The doll's head twisted 180 degrees to stare up at them.

They yelped. Dipper tossed the doll to Mabel. Mabel held it out at arm's length, threw it in her nightstand's drawer, and slammed it. It tried to open again and she leaned against it with her full body weight. "Dipper, the duct tape! In my craft supplies!"

"Which craft supplies?!"

The tiny knocking inside the drawer was echoed by the pounding at the door, accompanied by a string of creative death threats: "—and when I'm finished the coroner won't know which corpse was which! I'll make a belt out of your spinal columns—!"

"We didn't do anything," Mabel shouted, "it wasn't our fault!" She took the duct tape from Dipper and frantically wrapped it around the night stand. Dipper added, "It was someone else! And we'll never do it again—"

Sleepy and muffled, Soos's voice drifted through the door, "Dudes? What's all the hubbub?"

Dipper and Mabel gasped, "Soos!" "Save us!"

His voice the perfect tone of righteous indignation, Bill declared, "I'm being assaulted, that's what!"

Stan's voice joined in from downstairs: "BILL! If you don't leave those kids alone I'll cave your nose in!"

"THEY'RE THE AGGRESSORS," Bill screamed, half hysterical. "They are! I'm the victim here! I'm being victimized!"

Stan shouted, "Kids, good work! Bill, you can go to—" He grumbled as he self-censored, "—sleep! Shut up and go to sleep!"

"You can go jump in the bottomless pit, Stanley Pines! I'll tear you all apart with my teeth if I have to! NOBODY in this stupid junk heap of a shack is getting any sleep until I get my—"

From just outside the attic door, Stan roared, "BILL!"

There was a dull thud as Bill leaned against their door; a lot less shouty, he quickly said, "I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed."

"That's what I thought," Stan snapped. The kids heard his footsteps retreating downstairs. Soos said, "Um... night," and his door shut. After a moment, there was the creak of footsteps retreating from the attic door.

Dipper and Mabel slowly, softly snuck across the room to the door, and pressed their ears to the crack. No sound.

They stayed there for several minutes, barely breathing, listening to the silence.

Finally, Mabel pulled away and looked at Dipper. They both nodded, and Dipper opened the door a crack to check if the coast was clear.

Bill's eye stared in. "Hey, kids!"

They yelled. Dipper tried to slam the door; but Bill had already shoved his hand through. Fingernails painted with neon colors and black spirals clawed at the doorframe. He shouldered through the gap in the door, and then he was in the room, smiling much too wide and eyes fixed on them like helicopter spotlights on two wanted criminals. There was blood on his teeth. "Wow! Playing with poppets?"

Dipper upturned his suitcase and held it up like a shield. Mabel pointed a can of spray paint at Bill's face. Bill took a step closer and they took a step back.

"Pretty advanced trick for a couple of children your age," Bill said conversationally. "Not bad, not bad at all. Heck, I'm impressed you pulled it off! Although you didn't make a very smart choice of test subject." He stomped a foot twice.

Something in the nightstand thudded twice. The twins jumped. Bill laughed at them.

Mentally cursing himself for having flinched, Dipper straightened his back and glared at Bill. "You're just mad you got jerked around like a puppet! What's the matter, Bill—you can dish it but you can't take it?" Mabel looked at Dipper like he was crazy.

Bill's indulgent smile cracked, dropping into a snarl of rage. He shifted his weight toward them. Mabel dropped into a judo stance and Dipper sucked in a breath to shout for Stan.

Before anyone could launch a full attack, Mabel took a shaky breath in, forced a nervous smile, and said, "Bill, hey..." (His eyes snapped to her face like a predator that just heard a twig snap.) "This was—just a funny prank, and we're all cool? Right?"

"Mabel," Dipper muttered. "Shhh!"

But Mabel kept looking at Bill. "Right? Buddies?" She held up her arm, showing Bill her friendship bracelet.

Bill stopped and rocked back on his heels. He gave Mabel a long, hard look—like he was seriously considering whether to accept the reality she was inventing. "Yeah. Real funny." Smiling through grit teeth, he said, "You know—it's been a while since I've had my energy strung between two vessels. I didn't even know what that experience felt like for a human! Very interesting. Educational. And it was nice to feel weightless again for a second. Even if the landing was a little rough." He licked the blood off his teeth. One of the teeth shifted. "So—thanks so much for spicing up a boring night. It's been a real blast. Hasn't it." He stared at them like he expected an answer—and possibly like he planned to strangle whoever answered first.

Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. Dipper shook his head slightly. Mabel looked Bill in the eyes again. "Yeah! Big blast. So, you're not... mad. Right? Nobody's mad!"

Bill stared her down for a moment longer; and then said, "Sure, kid! It's all fun and games!" He forced a laugh—and then another, longer one, hahhh, like he was exhaling all his rage. And just like that, he was back to normal. "I'll admit it—for a second there, you almost got me good! Not bad at all." He held out his hand insistently. "And now the game's over, so you're gonna give me that toy so I can neutralize it. Aren't you?"

Dipper bit his lip, looking past Bill toward the stairs. He could yell for Stan; there was no way Bill could kill them before reinforcements got here—

Mabel elbowed Dipper's side and whispered, "We can't keep it."

And she was right. Now that Bill knew about the doll, he'd be spending all his time plotting how to get past them to take it, and they wouldn't have a second's peace. Either he got it now, or he got it later. Bill wouldn't rest until the doll was out of their hands.

Because he was terrified of it. Why wouldn't he be?

"Yeah," Dipper sighed. "Game over."

"I'll get it." Mabel peeled just enough duct tape off the night stand to wiggle it open a crack and try to squeeze her fingers in. Bill stretched his hand toward Mabel, and the doll stretched an arm out of the drawer. Mabel flinched in surprise, but grabbed the arm and yanked the doll free.

"Ow." Bill grabbed his shoulder and rolled it gingerly. "Careful, kid, are you trying to dislocate my arm? I don't mind popping it back in, but eventually that socket's gonna wear out."

"Sorry! It was a tight squeeze." She held the doll over Dipper's suitcase shield. "Here."

Bill snatched it from her hand. "Thanks a million, star girl." He favored them both with his most nearly-charming, far-too-wide smile. "Good night, kiddos. Have sweet dreams."

"You too," Mabel said weakly.

Bill left. Dipper shut the door. He and Mabel both heaved a sigh of relief.

From the loft over the attic, Bartholomew called, "Is he gone?"

"What are you doing up there?" Mabel asked. "Barty-mew-mew the scaredy-cat."

"I'm not fighting that guy, I'm porcelain and he's crazy."

Dipper flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "Welp. I'm gonna have nightmares about Bill chasing me up the stairs."

Mabel sat on her own bed. "He just wanted to terrify us. And to keep us from seeing we'd terrified him." She fingered the star beads on her friendship bracelet. "He wouldn't have hurt us, I'm sure of it."

"Wh—seriously? You don't think Bill—"

"I know! But he's changed a tiny bit! He'd hurt anyone else, but he won't hurt us," Mabel said. "Or—well, me, at least. But I think he'll leave you alone too if I'm with you!"

Dipper pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her. "If he'd caught us on the stairs, do you really think he wouldn't have tried to tear us apart?"

Mabel considered that; and then reluctantly admitted, "He wouldn't hurt me as long as he remembers he doesn't want to hurt me." 

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't count on him remembering when he's mad." Dipper slid under his covers and rolled over. "Barty, can you get the lights?"

"Sure, one second." All the lights and lamps in the room flickered ominously; and then, with a sinister pop, snapped off without being touched.

"Thanks, man."

Mabel didn't climb into bed. She was staring at her fingernails. She'd painted them the same colors as Bill's; but she'd used a black marker to draw spirals on his, and he'd drawn stars and sloppy tiger stripes on hers.  In the dark, the colors were all faded.

This time, just once, maybe she and Dipper were the bad guys. He might disagree—he'd actually been puppeted, maybe he saw this differently from Mabel—but that probably didn't make it okay to do it back to Bill just for fun. They should've saved the poppet for an emergency. And the cancan, she decided, was definitely too much.

She smoothed out her covers; then she pulled up her knees to her chest, hugged them, and stared thoughtfully down at Bill's face in the middle of her zodiac blanket.

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In the dark and quiet of the downstairs bathroom, Bill sat cross-legged on the toilet lid. He held the doll in his cupped hands. Soon, he'd disassemble it—but not yet. Tonight, it was his tool. He shut his eyes and focused on it.

There was the thinnest thread of energy, channeled through his shed hair, connecting this doll to him. He studied the thread, feeling it in his mind, exploring it, strengthening it—until he could almost feel it tugging on him.

And then he started psychically groping for similar connections.

He set the doll on the floor, on top of the drawing Mabel had given him.

His other eyes—the billions of depictions of his face scattered across this planet—weren't meant to be used in this dimension. They were designed like windows he could peer through from the Nightmare Realm; here on Earth, he was on the wrong side of the windows to see through them. And he wouldn't be surprised if the Axolotl had somehow found a way to blindfold them on top of that—after all, he seemed to have done the same to most of Bill's other abilities.

But Bill was resourceful, he was stubborn, and he didn't have anything better to do.

He focused all his energy on trying to feel the drawing the same way he felt the doll, searching for a connection between this body and that face—and he searched, and searched, and searched.

He wasn't sure how long he tried. At least a couple of hours. Straining, straining—for nothing. His head hurt.

What was the difference? The doll was shaped like him, the drawing was shaped like him. What did the doll have that the drawing didn't?

The hair. A bit of his flesh.

Bill knelt over the picture, studying it in the dark. He opened an eye wide, wiped a fingertip across the surface of his eyeball to collect his tears, and pressed it to the drawing's eye.

He could feel a thread of energy stringing from his eye to the paper.

He climbed back on the toilet lid, shut his eyes, and focused on that thread. With an effort that threatened to split his head in two, he pried open his inner eye. And then he was staring up at his own human form from the drawing on the floor.

His body was shaking. His head was throbbing. He wobbled dizzily on the toilet; and as he saw himself topple off, his trance broke, the vision disappeared, and he blacked out. White spots burst behind his eyes.

When he next opened an eye, the room was spinning. He shut his eye. It was several minutes before he could sit up without being sick. He leaned against the wall and let the sweat on his forehead and cheek soak the old wallpaper.

The white spots he'd seen as he passed out were his distant all-seeing eyes. 

He'd done something tonight. That was good. But there was no way he was seeing through any other pictures like that. He needed something he could focus his power through, like an antenna.

He needed gold.

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(Last chapter of the year!! If you enjoyed, I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts & comments! Thanks!)

[garlicbreadbatstarion]

BG3 Companion Headcanons

🌈☔🌤️ Enjoying Their Favorite Weather 🌤️☔🌈

Lae'zel:

This gith loves a super windy day

It is invigorating and helps her feel physically present

Also she knows she looks deadlyyy with her hair blowing around her head, her eyes narrowed, and her head down as she walks against the wind

Halsin:

I feel like Halsin loves a rainy evening+dewey morning combo in the spring

Like the soft sound the falling droplets make as they splatter against his tent help him drift off to sleep and dream of ducklings

And the next morning he loves to walk through the forest when the sun is coming up so he can watch the mist slowly rise as the light reflects off the wildflowers and the spiderwebs sparkle in the trees

Karlach:

I'm convinced she's a tropical beach kinda gal so hot, sticky, and sunny all the way

Any other companion in my head is usually wearing their starting outfits when I think of them, but Karlach? Shutter shades and a pina colada served in a pineapple

She's also on fire all the time, so the heat doesn't bug her at all!

I feel like the beach was made for her; rainbow sunsets, the crashing waves, the vastness of the ocean, hot sand between your toes, sandcastles, bonfires...like she would love everythinggg about it

Astarion:

Idk if it's bc there's so many cute fics with Star in snow, but ughhh it melts my cold, dead heart

Like the absolute stillness of flakey snow falling heavily in the night would make him feel at ease

And the way the snow sparkles in the moonlight inspires him to be creative (I am personally a big fan of thinking one of his hobbies post-epilogue is jewelry making. The little details keep his hands busy while his good taste and imagination help him design some of the coolest jewelry in all of Faerûn)

Also, like Karlach, the cold doesn't bother him nearly as much as it does most others

Gale:

We love an unstable king which is why I think Gale loves big storms with lots of wind, thunder, and lightning

AU storm chaser Gale?? I think I'm onto something here truly

And also it gives him great opportunities to conduct experiments and run tests! It's aliveeee!!!

Shadowheart:

Our broody queen loves mist and fog

It makes her want to snuggle up with a book and some tea by the window to just enjoy the peace and quiet

Also likes to be a mischievous, little gremlin and scare her partners/friends/roommates by waiting around the side of the house, knowing it's obscured, and then jumping out and grabbing them

And you want to be mad for how bad she scares you every time, but it's so hard bc she wrinkles her cute lil nose when she laughs and ughhh

Wyll:

Wyll loves space change my mind

He adores a clear, warm night so he can be out all night stargazing

And ooooo a meteor shower? This man is giddily kicking his feet, he is so enraptured by the magic of the night sky

He also loves to point out the constellations, and he's so good, even Gale is astounded by how many astral entities he knows

[httpscherridoll]

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!

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1. ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚 𝔹𝕠𝕞𝕓🍒💣 → Has been my favourite since the pilot and was so excited when she showed up!! I also relate to her on a personal level it's not even normal anymore.

2. 𝕊𝕚𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤🐍🔧→ I didn't like him at first but when I rewatched I regretted everything and he became my second favourite. Somehow I also relate to him a lot even though I relate to Cherri sm and they're practically opposites in every way.

3. 𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖🎀🪽 → She's the coolest and I'd love to see more of her!!

4. 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥🕸🩰 → I don't think about him often but I love his friendship with Cherri and his development. Also just liked him alot in the pilot so he's still special to me.

5. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖🌈👿 → She's honestly adorable and has a good heart. I'd love to see her learn and develop more over the next few seasons plus she's such a fun character to watch.

6. 𝔼𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 🩵💫 → I love her and I think she's gonna be great in s2.

7. ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕖💀🌹 → I love her design and I think she gave Charlie great advice in ep7. She also saved Alastor's character for me bc I honestly didn't like him all that much up until she showed up.

8. ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜🃏🍻 → He's funny and I relate to how tired he is of everything.

9. ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚🎸⚘️ → Pic from the old voxtagrams! I just think she's cool and I wonder if she's gonna show up. If she does I hope the part where she has a father-daughter bond with husk is still canon .

10. 𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖🛍🎂 → I started loving her bc my bsf loves her sm. Also I love her hair and outfits!!

[moonchild-in-blue]

Gushing about animol crossing lil guys (gn) token. Expires never.

Hello Will I kinda really love you for this, you sweet sweet blue boy you 🥺💙

Say hello to the Hope World family 🌈

Deets and Pics bellow (very long):

Coco and Lily

My two favourites! Will get along with literally everyone 🥹

Coco is forever my number one spookie cookie bunny, but Lily is a close second - the sweetest froggy you'll ever meet!!! They are both incredibly sweet, and in my island lore they are besties 🥺🐰🐸

Their houses are next to one other, and often share books, baking tips, and whatever knitting project their working on! They hang out with Zucker a lot 🐙

Elvis

My cranky old man 🥹 Out of all of them, he's the least popular in the fandom 😔

Has been with me the longest - was my very first campsite villager, and has since settled well! He may be old, but likes to learn new slang from the youngins. Has the coolest study/library ever.

Zucker

It him!! My precious takoyaki baby boy!!!

He always has a silly outfit on - the pineapple hat was a MUST. Loves to snack, play games, and hang by the beach. A silly cutie patootie 🥹🐙

Marshall

Look at him!!! He so small and sassy 🥺

Marshall is the fashionista / coffee snob of our island. Literally lives off caffeine and compliments. Likes to visit Elvis and be Fancy™ for a little bit hehe. Great friends with Francine. Smol and Angy hehehe 🐿️

Bob and Chrissy

MARRIED. They are MARRIED and IN LOVE - 3 year anniversary coming up soon!!! 💜🩷

Bob is the coolest (and only) cat in the whole island. Chrissy was totally smitten with him hehe. He's also a silly boy who is a bit of a gamer - has a super cool set up. A literal textbook himbo 🤭

Chrissy is Francine's twin. They were popstars in their youth (listen to K. K. Bubblegum), and currently she's the only one still in the entertainment businesses. Always dresses fancy - pink and glittery and so so cute 💖. Sings all the time, also the most extroverted of the bunch.

Francine and Fuchsia

The Cool Girlfriends™ - kinda intimidating at first, but very friendly 💙💖

Francine is Chrissie's twin. Unlike her super chirpy sister, Francine is a bit more elegant and reserved. She now works as a designer - the spotlight was made for her Chrissy, not her. Best friend's with Marshall - The Fashion Duo ever (WILL judge your fashion choices) 💅 ✨

Fuchsia is our resident punk barbie deer. Dresses mostly in black and band merch - we talk a lot about bands and stuff. Very sensible and kind, always there for you if you need to vent. A true punk princess, Avril Lavigne wishes she was her 🖤

Genji

Our newest resident! Moved in last week after Pietro left. He's still getting to know everyone, but so far is getting along super well with Bob - he and Zucker often have game nights and Genji loves it (Elvis is too old to stay up so late, and Marshall prefers to go drink with the girlies).

Genji is a total gym rat but not obnoxious at all - he's just super active. He and Fuchsia will work out together sometimes 🏋️

-> Old family photo from when Pietro (clown sheep) was still in Hope World - taken during my birthday sleepover. You can see Fuchsia in her Sleep Token shirt 🥹

Bonus family photo but Silly™

If you read this far, have a little snack -> cherry pie, a Hope World specialty! 🍒🥧

[evilsystemm]

Evil system blog information

We're a DID system of (fluctuating) 15-20 alters. We're white british, AFAB and bodily 17.

Simply plural: evilsystemm

Diagnosed with:

Autism spectrum disorder

Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

Sensory processing disorder

Oppositional defiance disorder

Major depressive disorder

Situational mutism

Self diagnosed:

Borderline personality disorder

Narcissistic personality disorder

Questioning bipolar 1, reluctant to say we have it

traits of other PDs

We will not be obligated to explain our self diagnoses to anyone.

Basic details on relevant alters

some may make their own introduction posts

[🌃] Liam | He/Him (#🌃)

[🎭] Vires | He/They (#🎭)

[💎] Luci | She/He (#💎🎩)

[🖇] Dazai | He/They (#🖇)

[🌈] Rumi | They/Bun/Zom (#🌈)

General beliefs, alignments I guess

We are collectively anti-capitalist and most of us identify as Marxist and/or communist.

We're pro palestine, those who aren't are fine to interact as long as you DO NOT spread zionist ideology here.

We have differing opinions on endogenic systems depending on the alter, but most of us wish to see endogenic systems have their own space away from traumagenic systems whether they exist or not. If you identify as endogenic you are welcome to interact with us as long as you're respectful. We will ensure that alters who may be disrespectful towards you are not enacting this.

We're pro neo and xeno pronouns and some of us use them ourselves.

Anti comshipper but respectful and sympathetic towards underage comshippers. Avoid interacting if you're a comshipper as it's incredibly triggering for some of us. (Guys stop having " anti proship DNI " in your bio and then following and interacting with me. I AM ANTI PROSHIP leave me alone)

Generally dissaproving of nihilists, antinatalists and eco fascists HOWEVER I cannot speak for the entire system as some of us probably identify with those labels, and im understanding that those beliefs often result from trauma. Free to interact if you're in those categories but be aware your ideas may be subject to scrutiny.

If you romanticise or sexualise BPD, DNI!!

Narc abuse believers, you're welcome to interact but I will be making an effort to change your minds and if you upset any of our alters you will be blocked.

We don't believe singular alters can have PDs that the rest of the system does not, if you believe that, feel free to interact but I will be judging you. /hj /lh

Other cluster Bs please interact!!!! We have a special interest in PDs and would love to get to know the disorders better (esp. ASPD and HPD). Plus, we ruined all our relationships during a potential? manic episode so friends would be super cool.

there's probably more but I can't think of anything at current

Interests, fandoms

Most of the system has a special interest in fall out boy (the band) and can name almost every song, album etc. in chronological order (i'll take any excuse to brag about this).

As previously mentioned, special interest in personality disorders.

We take A level sociology which ties in really nicely with our politics special interest so we talk about that quite often. (got kicked out of college nvm but point still stands)

We write essays from time to time about things we enjoy and/or feel strongly about.

Cel is " normal " about neon genesis evangelion (she is not).

Rumi likes Doctor Who.

Liam is a passive (feral. obsessed. insane.) enjoyer of Alice in Borderland, both the manga and the show.

Pixel likes My little pony and My chemical romance (best not to question it).

We have a special interest in typology (enneagram, MBTI, instinct stacking) with pixel being the most interested in it but knowledge spans across the system.

I think that's almost everything covered, I'll update this in future if I think of anything else. This was written by Liam.

[samthecookielord]

<33 what will you do if you win the tournament

TRIPLE QUESTION ROUND: 2 new questions and 1 old question

1 says: "Oh! Ummm the prize was like... just hanging out with someone, right? And it's platonic, right? Because if so I may or may not invite some friends to hang out too! If that's okay, haha."

2 says: "Rub it in my dear brother's face that I won what he couldn't, obviously. And, hm... maybe if I like you enough, you can assist us in our plans for destruction."

1 says: "Heck yeah!! :] I'm bi"

2 says: "Yes, what of it? Do we have a problem? Hm?"

1 says: "Oh I already go to therapy, thanks! Huge shoutout to my therapist they're really cool. Sooo I guess that's... a 2?"

2 says: "What is that."

(tourney)

Previous answers:

1 said (R1:M8) - Q: "do you play an instrument. Or sing. Or whatevercer" - A: "OHHH OH OH OH I like to sing! Well, uh, not regularly, but I've recorded covers of songs I really liked sometimes before! :D LIKE [REDACTED/Bug Spray] AND [REDACTED/insert other bug spray song here]- OHHH AND [REDACTED/insert other bug spray song here] IS A GOOD ONE TOO- okay at this point I might as well name the whole album, eheh..."

1 said (R2:M4) - Q: "would you do a blind date tournament with your oc's?" - A: ":O!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT EXACTLY THAT ENTAILS BUT IT SOUNDS FUN!!!!! Oh my god this is just like the plot of [REDACTED/Space Boyfriend]... AND I SHOULD TOTALLY GET [REDACTED/Storm]'S CHARACTERS IN ON THIS TOO..."

1 said (R3:M2) - Q: "You're walking in the woods. there's no one around and your phone is dead. out of the corner of your eye you spot him. Shia LaBeouf." - A: "PFFFFT- HE'S FOLLOWING YOU ABOUT 30 FEET BACK. HE GETS DOWN ON ALL FOURS AND BREAKS INTO A SPRINT. HE'S GAINING ON Y-"

1 said (R4:M1-1) - Q: "tell me about your best friend" - A: "OH MY STARS OH MY STARS THEY'RE THE COOLEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!!! All their stories are always so neat and amazing and they're always there for me when I'm feeling down or when I just gotta ramble about something!!! They mean everything in the world to me!!! Both them and [REDACTED/Kel]!!! Um- hah, don't mind me."

1 said (R4:M1-2) - Q: "how would you describe your outlook on life using emoticons?" - A: " :O 💫🌠🌃✨⭐🌟🌠🌠💫☄️☄️🌌🌌🌠🌈🌠💌🍉🍨🍨"

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2 said (R1:M10) - Q: "would you wanna rule the world" - A: "AHAHAha- you know what? Yes, yes I'd love to! I'll put that one on our itinerary, how about that?"

2 said (R2:M5) - Q: "have you ever killed a man" - A: "You don't know HOW badly I wish I did. Oh, but don't worry, I'm working very quickly to fix that little issue."

2 said (R3:M3) - Q: "opinion on horses" - A: "Elegant creatures. They will be spared in the forthcoming destruction~ Though, I'll admit... there's... a certain one I was fond of. She must be long gone by now."

2 said (R4:M2-1) - Q: "would you smooch a ghost" - A: "I don't think I even need to answer this one. The real question here is, would you?"

2 said (R4:M2-2) - Q: "anything to smile about?" - A: "The distant taste of sweet, sweet vengeance on the horizon, of course."

[superpyodan]

also 🌈 for Everyone... pls

WHAT A LOADED QUESTION. I FEAR THIS WILL BE LONG.

kenny: *starts crying* NOT MUCH. but, he does appreciate his ability to keep a routine and to be responsible. i wouldn't say he necessarily likes it about himself, since it's something that was born from the fact that he was MISERABLE and needed a schedule in order to not just... mope his days away. but he can acklowledge that it's something he's good at.

he dislikes the way his brain works at a fundamental level (mentally ill) and he also dislikes the way he looks :( he kinda uses his long hair as a shield, he doesn't like his height or his face or just. yeah idk he's very self conscious BUT HE SHOULDN'T BE BECAUSE HE'S BEAUTIFUL

oscar: jesus christ. this man likes nothing about himself. like, GENUINELY. GENUINELY. i cannot think of a single thing he'd possibly like or even appreciate about himself. if i think of something... i'll get back to you LMAO

oscar very sepcifically also hates the way he looks. everything else is just kinda... meh, whatever, he doesn't like himself but he never has so it's not a big deal. but he hates his hair, its curly and hes ginger and he resents his parents for cursing him with hair like that JAHDSHD

alyssa: she seriously thinks she's the coolest thing to ever walk the planet, and she IS! there's a lot she likes about herself! she likes her intelligence, her talent (she does fashon design!) and the fact that she doesn't take bullshit from anyone.

she's pretty emotionally volitile, which is something she dislikes about herself. but, its not a flaw she'd ever admit to having, so it doesn't exactly eat her up at night. it's a character trait that simply doesn't exist to her

valentine: valentine likes her hair :) and her kindness! she's proud of herself for managing to stay a kind person no matter what life throws at her. shes very soft-hearted and knows it.

HOWEVER. valentine's kindness is also something she dislikes about herself, because it's to the point where she's able to see the good in ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE, even in situations where she shouldn't. she ends up in difficult situations because of it. she's also kinda shy, which holds her back a lot

chaos: chaos likes the way they dress a lot!! they have a great sense of style and they KNOWWWW it! they're also veryyyyy proud of their enby/queer identities, and despite the pushback from their dad, they wouldn't change it for the world

i feel like chaos doesn't really have anything they dislike about themselves, but because they CHOOSE not to. chaos is an important figure in their community, and made effort to unlearn the things they disliked about themselves in order to set a good example for the people around them. if they could change anything, though...? it would be their height, lol

THANK U AGAIN

[alienkid3]

My ot wrote me a note on the deep breathing exercise sheet she gave me. It has a cool rainbow 🌈 on it as well. She called herself ms. B on the note and it made me feel like she was my preschool teacher. She also said she’s interested in my science experiment of putting putty in the freezer. She reminds me of ms. Frizzle in the coolest ways!

[brine-in-my-eyes]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hey its june :)

pride hc time for my ocs cuz heeheheeheehehee!!!

this edition is about the henry ventriloquest au. be aware that i am insane and none of these ramblings will make any sense nor will they be formatted to make sense

OK SO

our first runner up is the best girl in the whole story, Rose Ellisha babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. My GIRL is TRANS and bisexual! she is goth and she is slaay

Charles Rebelivin is also trans but this time, hes pansexual! 💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥💫💫💫 hes also the one character in the story who is just in a relationship and most Sane when compared to the loonyness of the other charas

Henry Ventriloquest is ace. there. i said it. he is a firm believer that sex havers are boring 👎👎👎 snoozefest!!!!!!!!!!!!! zzzzzzzzzzsnssrriiiii mimiimimimi......... NO SEX only muppets.. Him being ace also has nothing to do with the fact that he likes childish things. Most characters that I create are cuckoo landers anyways, Henry just likes being silly

Scott McCoolsvile, now only the coolest character gets the coolest sexuality here 😎 He’s demisexual and also a homosexual! this man is a GAY 🗿 a maleliker 🌈🌈🌈🌈 he likes kissing his bf 😨😨😨😨 that makes him GAY

uhm ok now for some honorable mentions,  this ones abt the tvog leaders

Captain Bailfalse is a definite homosexual and had been in one (1) divorce. He is the queer villain that has been shunned from society. And thats why he wears high heels so that he can remain above and beyond society’s normal height reach. he is evil, knows it, works it, and will make you sashay away into the afterlife cuz slayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Captain Carterbunny gets not a single bitch. bitchless. but is probably an ally

Commander Victoria Grin is a lesbian 🙂 THATS EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!1!!!!11 i mean she is very rude and also femme (but those two things have nothing to do with eachcohter. shes evil and femme). She likes blowing things up with her giant GUN so... probably not someone considered hero-worthy anyways

Lt. Horris Scope may be bi or lesbian. maybe a bi lesbian. i dunno. but one thing i know she does like is MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! greedy greedy woman. loves money > everyone else

Major Hershell Planner is like heterosexual cisgendered. He’s very patriotic and is not afraid to say he is a PROUD AMERICAN MAN o7 🦅🦅🦅 sometimes he likes looking Bailfalse’s pecs but thats not your business shut up

Major Hans Nonayme is for sure bisexual n is married to Captain Bailfalse cause uhhhh 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 yeah lol. He loves stealing personal information the most tho in this relationship

ok yeah thats all i have to say wow i am........ mentally delusional.... cool. eat ur vegetables and float in the sea

[doughnutwolf]

hi it's jazz :D

your art is still rocking it. im always amazed by the unabashed creativity of your ideas

and I'm taking good care of Bella, the design you gifted me a few years back https://toyhou.se/10903302.bella . scraps is also still kicking it

be well!!

- j sparklefur

🌈Waaa this is such a nice message, thank you so much as always!!!⭐ X3

Your comments are always so thoughtful, Im happy that she is still being appreciated!! AND I'M Glad, Scraps is one of the coolest designs ever LOL it feels like that contest was a last hurrah for my DeviantArt sparkledog experience, which makes me sad, but also happy that some of the designs made for it ended up still important to their creators :'3

✨🐺THANK YEW SO MUCH & well wishes!!!🎋✨

[generalized-incompetence]

🌧️🌈

🌧️ 🌈 Share something angsty from your WIP, and something soft/fluffy:

Here's both at once, from a farina fic where Farah and Tina have broken up once and are slowly getting back together - put it below the cut as it's kind of long!

Some things Tina had learned about Farah:

She drank three cups of tea a day, all steeped at exactly the right temperature and for exactly the recommended time. Tina hadn’t known there were temperatures or times, but she’d scoped out one of those fancy temperature-preset kettles and slipped it into the station when Farah wasn’t looking. Farah’s delighted smile upon catching sight of it was worth the whole shipping cost.

She liked reading. Audiobooks in particular. “They’re good for stakeouts,” she’d told Tina, which was about the coolest thing Tina had ever heard. Most of the books she read were historical fictions or literary prize-winners, but once Tina had grabbed her earphone and caught the end of a sentence about “her throbbing bosom,” which was how she learned Farah also had a thriving library of romances. “This helps you concentrate?” she’d said in disbelief, as Farah, flaming red, fumbled to exit the app. Farah had mumbled an excuse, but Tina had wheedled her into sharing a few titles (and into demonstrating them, too).

She couldn’t cook. Like, really couldn’t cook. Tina had caught her a few days into her last stay clenching a spatula and glaring at the stove like she was about to charge into battle. “You can do this,” she was muttering, her shoulders tighter than Hobbs’ Boy Scout knots. “It’s just French toast. You can do this.”

Tina let out an exaggerated yawn to let Farah know she was around. “Hey, Far,” she’d said. “I’m craving donuts. That okay with you?”

Farah had packed away the eggs and bread with clear relief, and Tina had meant to offer a lesson, but they’d run out of time before - well. Before.

Something else Tina learned about Farah:

She wasn’t an addict.

She hadn’t fucked up the last two decades of her life.

She deserved better.

Thanks for the ask!

Ask game for teasing wips

[violetjedisylveon]

Amnesia Chapter 7 - Mess

Summary: Omega strays too far with her new friend Xillyn and winds up in a mess of trouble.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: child iniury, blood, mentions of blood, fire, flashbacks, fighting, violence.

A/N: Omega is a baby lesbian/feminine attracted, and she is going have a lil crush on a feminine leaning person. Enjoy the baby gayness! Happy pride month🌈✨! Also I got diagnosed with Autism🎉

Amnesia AU link here.

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Freyu glanced up from cleaning her crossbow, she hadn't had to use it, but cleaning it always calmed her. Omega and Xillyn were fawning over the two new foals in the paddock.

The pair of four day-old horse's trotted happily around the protected area, whinnying and prancing up to their mother. They wobbled slightly with every step, the weight of their rapidly growing horns causing them to be unbalanced. Their tail spikes would catch up and balance them soon enough so there was nothing to worry about.

Mayar still watched her foals closely, it was to be expected. The birth had been difficult for her so she wanted to make sure her foals were safe.

One of the foals, the bolder of the two, trotted up to Omega and licked her cheek. Omega giggled and patted the foal's neck. The foals had been hesitant, so far, around Omega, she was a stranger to them, and had a much weaker connection to Massanii than a Massii like Xillyn or Freyu herself, but they were warming up to her.

She'll be showing like someone born here soon enough. Massanii had that effect on people, it changed them by giving them a closer connection to the planet, it worked faster on younglings and those with open minds.

"They're so wobbly, how do they avoid predators?" Omega asked.

"Their herd protects them, mares go off to have the baby and bond with it, the herd follows an hour or two after, usually the mare can protect them too, they're very deadly when they want to be." Cai explained.

Asichi neighed in agreement. Freyu patted the mare's side and scratched the spot on her back she could never reach.

"Yes, you're very lethal." She cooed.

Asichi flicked her with a tentacle. Freyu rolled her eyes and went back to cleaning her crossbow and keeping an eye on Omega.

The pair of younglings were still fawning over the foals when Narvae came up to the fence.

"Xillyn, have you cleaned your bow yet?" Narvae asked the young Massii.

"No." Xillyn said with a pout, xir teal and yellow spotted ears drooping with disappointment.

"Well go clean it, you know you have to do it every day." Narvae reminded her gently.

Xillyn huffed and gave xir soon to be uncle a glare. Narvae shut down any of the typical Massii thoughts coursing through xir head.

"No b.s. Xillyn, you've gotta do your chores." Narvae said with a much firmer tone than before.

Xillyn sighed exasperatedly but started making xir way out of the paddock, Freyu could sense her thoughts circling back to the mischief and frankly, asshole, response that Massii had to anything they didn't want to do.

"Why don't you show Meg'ika how it works? I'm sure she'd like that." Freyu called out.

Xillyn's ears perked up and xe ran over to Omega.

"Wanna see it?" Xe asked excitedly.

Omega glanced back at her, Freyu gave the girl a shrug and went back to her own bow.

"Sure, it sounds cool." Omega said nervously.

"Oh it is the coolest!" Xillyn exclaimed.

Xe went into an excited ramble all about how cool xir bow was and all the things it could do. Xe wasn't talking too fast, Omega wouldn't have much trouble keeping up.

"Thanks, Freyu, I owe you one." Narvae thanked her.

Freyu just shrugged, she was Massí too, she knew how they all thought, Omega would make the chore more enjoyable for Xillyn and keep Narvae safe from the wrath of a Massii child. Some of the most vindictive little shits in the galaxy.

"I know how kids think pretty well, it's been what, a thousand years since you've been one, right?" She teased.

"You're off a couple hundred years but, point taken." Narvae shrugged.

A little further out on the field, Xillyn was showing Omega her bow. A Massii made crossbow, a more common weapon for children since it took less skill and balance to shoot it while riding.

"Check this out!" Xillyn loaded a new type of energy bolt and fired it towards a distant rock.

The energy casing split and a loud boom erupted from it.

"Sonic arrows! Isn't that the coolest?" Xillyn asked.

"It's loud is what it is." Omega grumbled.

Xillyn didn't hear or didn't care about Omega's complaint, already engrossed in telling Omega all about it.

"It does way more than that, wanna see what else it does?" Xillyn asked.

"Sure." Omega shrugged.

Xillyn smiled and took in a deep breath.

"It's so cool! It has energy arrows, sonic blasts, a stun setting and I can use actual arrows with it! Those are really cool, they can have all sorts of uses and add things that don't work with energy cause, it energy. The ones Freyu makes are the best! They can do a bunch of cool things with poisons and toxins and it's really super cool! I'm not allowed to use those yet cause I'm not old enough, but it'll be so cool when I can!" Xillyn said enthusiastically.

"Freyu makes poison?" Omega asked, tilting her head.

"Oh yeah, it's part of her job, working with the plants, she makes medicines and ointments and stuff, but she also uses them to make toxic substances, it's a thing her family's been doing for a while. She's really good at it." Xillyn smiled.

I need to be more careful about what I drink.

"So what do you use that for?" Omega asked.

"Well, mostly to help herd and gather food, if we run into trouble I can help protect the herd." Xillyn answered.

A sly, impish grin crossed xir lips and xe grinned at Omega.

"You wanna try?" Xe offered.

Omega hesitated in her answer, Freyu hadn't gotten to teaching her much more than hand to hand, Tesi said it was inadvisable for her condition. She didn't know if she'd ever used a weapon before.

"Uh, it's not that hard to use, is it?" She asked.

"Eh, sorta? I can set it up so it's easy for you and show you what to do, if you want." Xillyn said with a happy trill.

Xe looked so happy at the idea that Omega didn't want to disappoint xir.

"That… I'd like that." Omega mumbled nervously.

Xillyn let out a happy purr and hugged her. Omega could feel xir vibrating from the force of xir purr. It was cute.

"This will be so fun!" Xe exclaimed.

Xir tail made a szip sound as it beat against the grass.

Xe handed xir crossbow off to her, the weapon was lighter than it looked, the weight of a weapon in her hands made her uneasy about it. It was capable of killing, yet it was so light, it didn't make sense, she always thought deadly weapons would be heavy, by the weight of the action they were used with. She knew that weapons could be whatever weight they needed to be for their maximum efficiency.

She knew Freyu's vibro sword was made like that. It had a blending of two special types of metals, they had similar properties and were compatible. One was beskar, that gave it strength, it was 'properly forged beskar' in Freyu's words, her family was Mandalorian so they knew how to do it. The other was something called songsteel, it gave the blade a lighter weight without sacrificing strength.

Personally, Omega loved the way Freyu's vibro blade looked, it was shimmery and pretty and the conductive grooves in it were lined electric blue. Despite it being made of stiff metal, when Freyu used it it might as well have been fluid. She wanted to be able to fight like Freyu did.

A clawed finger tapped her nose. She blinked and looked up.

"You alright? You've been staring at it." Xillyn pointed out.

"Oh, uh, it's pretty…" Omega trailed off.

Her cheeks heated up at being caught lost in her thoughts. Xillyn's amber and purple eyes flicked down slightly and xe smiled.

"I didn't know humans could change colors!" Xe chirped.

Okay, now her cheeks were burning.

"C'mon, I'll show you how to use it!"

Xillyn grabbed her hand and dragged her father out into the field where there were a couple of old stumps and posts with faded targets on them in a rough semi circle, extending out. There were stains on the targets and bushes around them.

"My uncle used this arena to teach Ikurrece how to work with Nahi, and then he taught Freyu. My mom and o'pa taught me here too." Xillyn explained.

"Who's Ikurrece?" Omega asked.

"He's Freyu's older brother."

"The Jedi?"

Xillyn shot her a slightly confused look then shook xir head.

"No, Ikurrece is the other brother, she's got two big brothers." Xillyn said.

"She's got two brothers?!" Omega gasped.

"She's got three actually, one little brother." Xillyn nodded.

Her Jedi brother is dead but, why haven't I seen the others? Omega wondered.

"Has she not told you about them?" Xillyn asked.

"No, I just know about the Jedi and a sister." Omega answered.

Xillyn's expression briefly shifted to something darker, but it faded quickly and xe smiled.

"I guess she'll tell you when she wants to." Xe shrugged.

Xe brushed the conversation off and shoved Omega in the direction of a flat round stone.

"That's where we stand, you'll aim for the nearest one." Xillyn pointed to said target, it really wasn't too far.

It was marked by thousands of burn marks and dents and scratches from years of use.

"First step is to find the safety, the arrows will only leave a small mark and it's what we all use for training. We could use physical cause we can recollect them but I don't have any on me." Xillyn instructed her.

Omega found the safety switch easily and turned it on. Xillyn stood behind her and adjusted her arms and fingers as necessary, the same way Freyu did when they were training together. It wasn't really that different, only Xillyn was about her height and fuzzy.

"Once you have the target in the crosshair you can fire." Xillyn said.

She nodded and lined up the shot to the best of her ability, she got it as close as she could and let the energy bolt go flying.

The purply pink arrow flew through the air and hit the edge of the target.

Omega blinked in surprise. She was sure she'd have missed or messed up in some way.

"Hey, that was pretty good for your first time. I missed my first shot, it hit the trunk." Xillyn congratulated her.

Omega beamed at the praise, it was kind of like when Freyu said she did a good job, but different, her face was warmer as Xillyn smiled down at her.

"Wanna try again? I can help you aim better." Xillyn offered.

"Yes! Er, that sounds fun." Omega said.

They spent and hour practicing, by then they'd both gottwn a little bored and Xillyn suggested a Massii game for them to play. Omega was told she didn't need a tail for it, she just needed to be able to climb.

Xillyn scratched xir claws on an old tree trunk, sharpening them to xir liking.

"It's really fun, you can only do it with the trees that have vines, there aren't many out side of the forests but I know where one is near by." Xillyn told her.

Xe took her hand and lead her through the tall grasses to the tree. It was really tall and had vine covered branches that swayed in the gentle breeze. Xillyn parted the vines for her.

"These trees are easy to climb, I'll help you if you need it." Xe said.

Omega walked around the trunk until she found a good foothold. She clung to the trunk until she reached the branches, then started climbing, Xillyn was right behind her, ready to help if anything went wrong.

She reached as far up as she could safely go and looked back down at Xillyn for further instruction. Xillyn flashed her a grin and grabbed one of the vines, then xe flung xirself off the branch. To Omega's surprise, the vine was stretchy and bounced Xillyn onto a lower branch safely.

"C'mon, you try!" Xillyn shouted.

Omega hesitantly grabbed a vine, and wrapped it around her arm like Xillyn had done, she didn't look down when she jumped off.

She shouted out as the wind whipped past her and then giggled as she was shot back up. She landed next to Xillyn.

"That was really fun!" She said breathlessly.

"Told ya!" Xillyn beamed.

"Let's go again!" Omega shouted.

She jumped onto her feet, forgetting she was on a tree branch for a moment, one foot slipped off. Xillyn caught her and steadied her, xir hands were gentle yet firm. Her face warmed again.

XXX

Asichi softly snorted into Freyu's ear, she covered her eyes and sat up slowly. She had fallen asleep resting against Asichi's side. She yawned and stretched her arms.

"Something up?" She asked the mare.

Asichi gestured in the direction Omega and Xillyn had been playing in. They weren't there. It was late in the day.

"How long?" She asked, getting up in a hurry.

The answer of hours didn't make Freyu feel any better.

"Cai! Where are the kids!" She shouted.

She got everyone's attention

"What is it?" Cai asked her.

"I think something's wrong, where are the kids?" She repeated.

She stumbled forwards, wincing at the firey pain shooting up her thigh. Alask caught her before she could fall and held her steady.

"Don't push it." She warned.

Freyu shrugged her concerns off.

"I'm fine, something is going on and I need to find Omega before something happens to her!" She accidentally spoke too loudly.

She hadn't meant to shout, she really hadn't. Alask would understand, she knew how she was, she still felt bad for shouting at her friend. She could apologize later.

Asichi whinnied, high and shrill, she had found what was wrong. Asichi charged towards her, without a second thought Freyu seamlessly mounted the horse from her standing position and rode in the direction of trouble. She ignored all protests, hyper focused on reaching Omega.

Asichi took her to a large tree that was just outside of the security system's warning, it was a tree she had spent many hours playing on.

A bounty hunter stood at the base of the tree, using the tree to hide from Xillyn's attacks and trying to shoot the pair of children down. Freyu was relieved Omega was alright and enraged at the hunter for attacking them. Omega saw her from her spot clinging to the trunk for dear life.

"Freyu!" She shouted.

The hunter turned to face her, frowned then smiled.

"O'asisk. I've heard about you. One of you fucked a Mando a while back, right?" The hunter said.

Freyu glared at the human hunter, it might have been someone she knew, but there were so many human bounty hunters and this one wasn't distinct enough. He was old enough to know about her buir. He didn't look very tough, bottom of the list type.

"We are Mandalorian." She growled.

The hunter nodded and glanced Asichi up and down.

"What's with the horse?" He asked.

"Shut up." Freyu ordered.

The hunter dropped the pleasantries and pulled a blaster on her. He wasn't the quickest draw, she was a lot faster and had the advantage of foresight.

Was it cheating? Like Hell she cared.

She was off Asichi and in the hunter's face before he could process her movement. She smirked and snatched the blaster out of his hands. He swung a punch at her, it was sloppy but since she was so close, it did connect with her previous blaster injury.

She swore and kicked the hunter away from her. He pulled a smaller blaster out, she rolled her eyes and avoided the shot. This guy was going to be annoying to kill.

She didn't have a blaster of her own at the moment, but she had her sword and a couple of poisoned knives, which would certainly do the trick nicely.

The guy was a sloppy shot once he lost his confidence. Her subtle influence on his balance was making him clumsier, not that he knew, nor anyone else.

She slowly closed in, looking for the right opportunity to strike. The hunter was looking for any opportunity to avoid her, or distract her. She had a gut feeling he was going to pull something.

Detonator

She always trusted her gut.

"Get down!" She shouted.

The hunter tossed his detonator at her, she ran towards Asichi, signaled the mare then shut her hearing aid off to block out the excess noise.

The detonator went off in a fiery explosion. Xillyn hissed at the assault on xir sensitive senses and covered xir ringing ears.

"Freyu!" Omega screamed through the smoke.

She leaned down and stared into the fire below. Xillyn shoved her back against the tree then squeaked as a bolt grazed xir arm. Omega stared at the small spots of pale blood welling up and dripping through xir fur.

Xillyn's blood wasn't red, Massii didn't have red blood… Why is it red?

"Xillyn?"

Instead of amber and purple, Xillyn's eyes were a rich brown… Xillyn didn't look like xirself.

Omega didn't know who she was seeing, most of it was blurry.

A sharp pain struck her head. She cried and grabbed it, accidentally knocking into Xillyn in front of her.

Xe lost xir balance and scrambled back along the branch.

Omega heard a noise below, she turned and saw a bright blue light before it hit her and sent a dizzying sensation all over her body. Everything went dark, but the pain persisted.

Omega's limp body toppled off the tree branch, Xillyn jumped off and grabbed her by her arm before she could hit the ground, xe grunted at the strain on xir tail and injured arm.

The bounty hunter below chuckled at their plight. Xillyn closed xir eyes and sent qa cry for help to the Mother Forests through the tree.

The flames from the explosion were dying down when Xillyn opened xir eyes. Among the flames there was a mass of plants in an unnatural formation. The plants receded with a triumphant neigh from Asichi.

"Nice work Asichi." She complimented.

Asichi wiped her forehead with a tentacle, it stung a bit.

That's bleeding. She rolled her eyes. Alask will never let this go.

"Freyu! Help!" Xillyn's panicked cry brought her back to the present.

The young Massii was dangling from a branch by xir tail, holding onto a limp, unconscious Omega. Below them, the hunter had noticed she was not dead, much to his surprise.

Before he could react, Freyu sprung forwards and punched him in the face the stabbed his arm.

"Disarm him for me, would you?" She requested Asichi.

The horse eagerly obliged, she grabbed the hunter by his foot and shook him around. Freyu turned her attention to the kids.

Xillyn was straining to hold onto Omega, xe had a wound on xir arm. Freyu knew xe wouldn't last much longer and briefly debated what to do. Maatsu always said she had to keep it a secret, nobody she didn't trust could know. But…

There's no one here who doesn't know already. I can just kill the hunter once I'm done.

She made up her mind and walked under the pair of younglings.

"Xillyn! I need you to drop her!" She shouted up.

"What?!" Xillyn screeched down.

"I'll catch her, she'll be fine!" She insisted.

Xillyn frowned, debating the best course of action for the moment, then nodded.

"Okay! Tell me when!" Xillyn shouted.

Freyu held out her hands and focused on Omega. In her mind, she imagined navigating Omega through the tangle of branches down to her position. She could do it, she knew she could.

"Now!"

Omega barely had a chance to fall, Freyu caught her with the Force and safely guided her to her. She released her hold on the girl once she was firmly in her arms. She was a limp dead weight but she seemed relatively unharmed, the only major injury was her right shoulder, it had been pulled out of its socket when Xillyn stopped her fall.

Freyu held her close for a moment-

Blaster

She ripped the back up weapon from the hunter and tossed it out into the dwindling flames. Asichi snarled and pressed the hunter against the tree, razor sharp horns against his throat.

"What are you here for?" Freyu asked.

"The kid, you blue skin witch!" The hunter spat.

A knife landed right next to his head, less than an inch from his temple. Freyu sauntered over and pulled it out, mentally apologizing to the tree, then held it against the hunter's pale face. With a flick of her wrist, she sliced his cheek open. He shouted and swore at her, he was definitely a bottom tier hunter.

"Would you like to say that again?" She asked.

The hunter eyed her knife warily, but didn't say anything.

"Good. Now, why are you here for her." She wasn't asking.

She focused on his mind. It was weakened with plenty of cracks, and she could be like water. She wore down his will until he cracked.

"Kid's wanted. Alive. Pretty penny for her safe delivery to some lab, my bet's the kid is someone's escaped experiment, and they want it back." The hunter sneered.

Freyu glanced at Omega, the poor girl had already been through who knows how much, she didn't want her to suffer anymore.

"How did you find her?"

"Contact said there was a kid who looked like the one I was after, he was undercover with Black Sun, though I figure he's dead now, he said something about their camp getting attacked." He gave her a long look.

"Said there was a crazy bitch with a sword like yours." He observed.

She didn't like where this was going.

"Did you kill my friend?"

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Cliffhanger!

I'm graduating tomorrow. And it's gonna be hot.

It does mean summer and I can do a lot more stuff, right now I'm just trying to finish all the sketches I have before making new ones, so that may take my whole summer, or a month, but hey, I get to draw non stop!

Anyone want to see a story about some defective clone ocs I made, they aren't defective like the bad batch, they are straight up accidents, and two of them are trans but that's not what makes them defective. I'm gonna do it anyway cause it's really fun to explore the lives of these clones who are defective in a not useful, very obvious way and have to grapple with the fact that one man's favor is keeping them alive.

*Massii(it's pronounced mass-e btw) means from or of Massanii, hence why the creatures are as Massii horse for example, they are from Massanii. However, people born or raised or on Massanii long enough are called Massí, it sounds the same but the spelling is different to distinguish between original inhabitants of Massanii and the people who moved there and have thus become aclimated to the culture and the Massii behavior, i.e. being an asshole when forced to do something, being a chaotic shit and playing pranks are all fairly transmissible Massii traits. Freyu's family has been on Massanii for a long time, so there's a lot of that influence on her. When she's really pissed (not extremely pissed cause if you make the mistake of getting her that mad you are just dead, she'll just shoot you) it really shows, lots of sarcasm, rudeness, brutal honesty and generally being difficult to work with, it works most of the time. That habit is why no one really wants to mess with Massii, they're a weird species who's hard to kill, good at fighting and very annoying not really worth dealing with them just for a planet where everything else does the same thing.

Anybody else graduating this year I hope you aren't as nervous as me!

You all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[goldemas1244]

🌧 or 🌈

How long has this been in my inbox?? I feel so guilty-

Uhh... well, okay then. I'm so sorry I'm late for this one but I honestly loved the prompts. So to compensate I say, why not both?

🌧 - Draw your OC out in the rain, with or without an umbrella

Rainstorm (Ribut), the Insecticon Rebel (Transformers)

Being an Insecticon, you'd think she would be just like her mates: ruthless, greedy, and inconsiderate. Contrarily, however, she finds their nature to be insufferable, and assists the humans (most often in the Southeast Asean region) in defending their crops from her old team.

She is powered by hydroelectric energy and can withstand high voltages. Her magnetised vision enables her to see more than meets the eye. She is often seen in places suffering from droughts, guiding the storm over for them.

She transforms into a praying mantis and can only be seen rarely. However, those who have seen her claim many a praise, such as this:

"Whenever a drought occurs, or when the machines come to feed, she will bring forth the rain that blesses. As to how she knows, it is as mysterious as the rain. Thus, we call her Ribut, the rainstorm that God provides us."

When she appears longer than a few hours, however, she tells many a tale of Cybertron and the sciences. She fascinates both child and adult alike. Her wings, they say, feel like the coolest waterfall imaginable so you can tell many young villagers absolutely love the free bath.

Bonus fact: She's Islamic and likes to secretly stick around mosques.

🌈 - Draw any LGBT+ OC celebrating pride of their identity

Chevie (Camaro) Eypoh, the Genderqueen (Asphalt 8)

Not much is known about Rookie, other than the fact that she gets motion sickness, which is ironic for her career as a racer. Still, she's one of the best racers to offer and currently is racing for Chevrolet.

She goes by so many gender identities that people often call her the 'Genderqueen'. The name stuck for most of the fans, but a few of them still call her by Camaro, her preferred nickname since youth. She's fine with any name, really. Also, her preferred pronouns are she/they/he, but you can use any pronouns you'd like.

The hand-crafted suit was a personal purchase. A very expensive one, but a very good one nonetheless. While out of uniform, her colourful personality and swagger make her very popular amongst the queer community.

She's bisexual, leather pride, genderfluid, agender, androgynous, bigender, demigender, demiboy, demigirl, genderqueer, maverique, neutrois, nonbinary, omnisexual, pangender, polyamorous, and trigender. Among others. It's a lengthy list.

Bonus trivia: She REALLY wants a Bugatti but she doesn't have the money for one. Bets on either Hellbug or Chiron.

Also here are some alts:

1. Camaro without the sprinkles

2. Background (I love this happy little accident)

3. PFP (I love how it looks like she's got black lipstick on!)

Ahh, anyways thank you for the ask Arc and I'm SO sorry I got it late!

[thewillowtree3]

I went to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk and I was wearing a bunch of Pride flags and stickers. This one kid saw my Pride flag and was like “Can I have one?!” and “I love it!!” I didn’t have an extra one lol but he was just SOO EXCITED XDDDD!!, so I asked my friend if we could give him some stickers. Before we even got to him in line, he asked us “CAN I HAVE A STICKER?!” It was just SOO FUCKING COOL to see a kid SOO FUCKING EXCITED about my Pride flag and stickers omg.

There were also 2 kids waiting in line behind us, and they saw my Pride stickers. I look behind me and they’re whispering “ask her for a sticker!!” I turn to my friend and ask her if we can give them some and she says “yes!” and asks “which ones do you want?” They said “any!” and she gave them the pan ones lol.

Another kid asked me for my pronouns in line, just super chilling. It was the COOLEST thing ever, to see so many kids knowledgeable and SOO FUCKING EXCITED about the LGBTQ+ community. It made me SOO FUCKING HAPPY and filled my heart with joy. It was the FUCKING MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER!! XDDDD!! 😫🙌🏽🙏🏽👌🏽😁🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈✨