#Brother in Arms: Jerard

[familylightfox]

@unsung-heroesofmobius

Jerard: I hear a soon to be Birthday Girl joining a howl.

“As if I’m gonna miss a chance t’ howl. Come on Unca Jerard! Howl with us!” And there she goes, right back into another.

[russeliarat]

Hello, it's the recovering fuck up, Rhea, again.

I'm going to talk about what I remember of my life so my pseudomemories are plainly recorded for the next poor sod that needs to remember it for whatever reason. Archiving system stuff is very much needed with our system since everyone has amnesia to a very intense degree.

I was born to a Scandinavian-British father and British mother, though growing up I was exposed to only the British side due to my father's internalised shame from my paternal grandfather being a migrant. I grew up in the 1980s in the south of England in a small village in the middle of assfuck nowhere, where my parents hammered into me about being a 'proper lady' despite living in a place and being in a social/wealth bracket where it didn't matter because no-one was that proper. I grew up lower-middle class with three older brothers, Michael, Damien, and Jerard Rilley, who quickly fueled my want to learn how to wrestle and fight so I could stop getting smashed in our rough housing.

Michael was 14 when I was born, Damien was 9, and Jerard 8. We got baptised young since you had to be if you wanted to go to school and I learned way too much about Jesus and God for me to really care about religion nowadays. Wholly turned off from it when my brothers beat the shit out of the noncy highschool priest for me. At 14, I seriously started wrestling and boxing as an extracurricular in highschool, and started lifting weights soon after even if my parents disapproved. I lost a bunch of friends when this happened because of rumours going around that I was a lesbian (I was, that part was true) and had AIDS (that part was not true) that started because of my weightlifting and boxing, and the 90s weren't a wonderful time to be gay in the UK. I just launched myself further into it and without much else knowledge of what I wanted to do with my life, I went to college for sports science and threw myself into a scholarship due to have very poor grades. I know now I struggled with dyslexia as a teenager.

In my 20s, I got heavily into partying and drinking due to not holding down a stable job, housing, or many friends or loved ones and became very depressed. I went down a steep rabbit hole of addictions during that time and by 28, almost ended up homeless. On Christmas Eve on 2008, my friend who I was staying over at had an intervention and made me go sober or she'd kick me out. It was rough but it worked since I needed somewhere to stay and eventually I managed to get back on my feet. Got a stable-ish job as a till worker in a supermarket and worked my way up until I could start paying rent for myself. I got a cat, named her Midnight, and she helped with the depression a bit.

Around 2014, I got very badly sick and had to stay at the hospital for four weeks for meningitis and, let me tell you, being stuck in a sterile environment for four weeks when you've got a brain infection is ROUGH. I almost lost most of my mobility in my left arm since I barely got to the hospital in time to fix it. Luckily, it didn't get to that. I did have to get my strength back manually after being stuck in a bed for so long and had my own PT for a while, who got me my own therapist after noticing my mental state since Michael died in 2013 from pneumonia the winter before, he went swimming in a lake like an idiot. My PT was a good one, an absolute gem of a woman.

Anyway, the last memorable thing that happened before I got taken away to be in the system was in 2017 when Midnight died from old age at 8 years old. She was a very lovely cat.

Then I got put in the system and for a while, I'd front with littles and very vulnerable middles who struggled to self-regulate. Eventually my role kind of just started to encompass regulating the body and people in front when they couldn't and would often be triggered out when people in front were triggered. 2018/2019 was a very very bad time for our system due to extreme bullying and a continuation of problems with friends that became very quickly traumatic, so I quietly fronted a lot. It's possible that I may have accidentally introduced myself as 'Rhea' to some people and not our legal birth name. It's also possible that one of our current friend who knew us since the first year of highschool (about 6/7 years ago now) knew about me. This friend apparently picked up on the fact that we were a system about 5 years before our current host, Russelia, did.

I was so open in fact, that it was decided by the admin of the system at the time, Maia, that I'd be pushed back into the subconscious of the system and eventually go dormant to keep us safe. That happened around 2020/2021. I came out of dormancy in 2023 and have slowly been creeping closer to front until I made myself known to our main host, Russelia, tonight. Now, I can post on this tumblr despite Whole (our other host and admin) knowing about me since I went un-dormant because this is technically Russelia's blog.

[projectlightfox]

          Spring Time Reunion: Featuring Jerard

     Nothing beats getting to see your Uncle again after him being away on a mission at the opposite side of the world. But now that he’s back, he can be sure that Harmony is going to be making up for lost time. 

Art by: Me Jerard: @unsung-heroesofmobius Done on an iPad Pro with Apple Pencil and Clip Studio Paint for iPad Don’t Repost/Use without Permission Commission Info!

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[projectlightfox]

@unsung-heroesofmobius

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

happy girthday

Summary: when chuuyas villainous twin brother cyuya murders his weed dealer ranpo, chuoya attacc, but he also protecc

Notes: crackfic won the poll so i figure what better way to celebrate fanfic writer appreciation day or whatever its called than with some good ol fashioned meme fuckery and bagel ass eating, have fun kids

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“romeo no homeo, wherefore art that tight little ass romeo?” chuuya grunted hornily as he jacked himself off over a balcoeny. he’d gotten drunk off his ass watching the 2004 phantom of the opera movie adaptation with jerard butler in it again which always put him in teh mood 4 dicks n secks. unfortunely for chungus nobody loved him enuff to squeeze his sweet summer sausage. chyuuya began 2 cri.

“o woe is me” he sobbed, sadly storking his half-limp shrimp dick “i wish I had a romeo of my very own 2 take big hits off my beef bong and/or fuck me senseless on top of a shandeleer”

ranpo appeered out of NOWHERE with 3 bongs up his ass and 2 to seven blunts crammed in each arousedly quvering nostril. “did sOMEBODY say WEED????”

“i sed bong” chuuya repleyed angrily crossing his arms and also his dick

ranpo poked chuuyas dick with his extendable flexible sexily bendable scrotal snake. “IS THAT A WEED” he shrieked as his noot-noot started doin the shoot-shoot.

kermet the frog burst thru the door like the cool aids man and shanked rabpo to deth with a giant ass green crayawn that was actuelly his frock (frog cock). “ITS NOT WEED U PEACE OF SHIT STONER” he scremed as he beat the shit out of ranpo

ranpo dragged  his bloody pulp of manggled flesh toweard chuuya useing his weener like a grappleing hook. “o daddy” he whimpered tragically. he coughed up blood, nut, and ten to pounds of the devils lettceplay. “i am the ded” he died.

while chooya was crieying/nutting over the smushed up corpse of the artest formerly known as ranppo, kermot creped toerd the bodey and snagged up the weed with his long veiny tongue.

“YOU IGNORANT FOOLS” he cried swelling to his magestic height of 5’3” as his boner swelled to ITS majestic height of 6’8”. his frog skin slid away to revel a green tracksoot with wite stripes and he tore off a rubber mask so his radient orange hair could flow freely except it couldnt cuz it wass matted with nut and also the blood of his enemies. there was no noddle. “ITS FITNESS TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!”

chuuya GASPEd. “cYUYU HAKOSHO??!??” he exclammed. he remmaried the clam and then exclaimed “HOW UNFORESKINNABLE”

“thats rite slut!” said cyuya smugly as he shoved each tender leaf of mariagge iguana up his tite little ass. “trembol in fear, for u and ur loose buttholed compainon rampo never stood a chance! its time for u to fitness gram pacer test-“ he wipped out a glock and also his erecktion “-DEATH” cyuya stuck his sexin’ noodle into the trigger and flexed it to shoot chuuya in the hed

“YALLDVE GONNA GET REKT PARDNER” yelled chuoya angerly as he leapt in front of chuuya and proteccted him  from cyuyas rath. the bullet rebounded off chuoyas rock hard erection and hit cyuya in the dick hole. cyuya collapsed in a heap of corpse.

chuoya cradled chuuyas head in his bara tiddys. “yehaw buddy youve been thru a rough ridin’ rooty tootin’ ready for shootin’ kinda day aint ya pal?”

chuuya sniffled and wiped his nose nut onto chuoyas hair noddle as he fondled the tiny sheriff badges chuoya wore over each perky nipple. “i most certainly have good comrade” he whimpered sexily. “pls, wipe of my tears with ur cowboy crotch cable”

“ill do ya one better m’pardner” chuoya replied tipping his hat and winking with all three eyes, “ill make ya brekfast”

“just dont make it tWO fast if u now wat i mean” sed chuuya seductively as he spred his noddle limbs wide for his cowboy compainon. one of his legs brushed over ranpos ded bodey so he moved it back. “take ur tim daddy”

chuuya was dissapointed when it turned out chuoya actuaely ment that he was making brekfast. “o” he sighed disapointedly “so when u sed u’d make brekfast, u ttoaley ment it”

chuoya took 8 bagels out of the toster. “wat else could i possibley hav ment? now shov these up ur ass”

“now ur talkin dady!” chuuya shrieked exceitely as he opened up his buttholeio with glee

chuoya slowly and tenederly insulted the bagles into chuuyas ass. “get in there u punk bitch motherfuckERES” he roared “ur bagel mothers never loved u! that outfit makes ur bagle ass look too flat for a rap song!” the bagels sobbily lept into chuuyas anus

“i am packed to the brim with bagely goodness” chuuya whimpered satisfiedly “now pack me with ur schleen queen 2017!”

chuoya tenderly inserted his titanic tallywacker into chuuyas fresh young asshole so preceisly and smartly that it went thr the holes in the bagels and pulled them all out at once like a shishkabob. “happy girthday bitch” he whispered sexily into chuuyas poop chute.

chuuya nutted 17 times at once! chuuya and chuoya ate bagels rosted on a fire they made out of cyuya and rnapos corpses and they all fucked happily ever after the end

[ivycreativewriting]

Imagery Piece - "Temporary Labor"

I walk into the Bayfront Hotel exactly thirty-two minutes early. It is now 3:28 pm. I look around and see the usual props that accompany these extremely dull jobs: long blue lanyards, life size signs representing the company I will be working for for the next four hours, booths open for “registration,” and computers. There are always computers. Almost immediately after entering, a chubby woman in her early twenties hastily approaches me. “Good morning! You must be Emma. My name is Dianne and I will be your supervisor this weekend. Welcome to the ISTAT crew!” she says, holding out a confident hand for me to shake. While her grip is firm, I can see a slight sense of disapproval dart across her eyes as she looks me up and down. I, in turn, do the same. She is young and blonde, kind of cute actually, except she is definitely too Type A. I am already exhausted listening to her as she explains the easier-than-breathing task I face ahead. She wears a tight black pencil skirt to the knee with a white blouse, grey jacket, and black ankle boots. Oh. So that’s business casual. I look down at my own attire, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly insecure. Long sleeve sweater dress with a black woven shawl and sandals I last wore in the sixth grade. Nice. “So Emma, your job here today at this week’s convention will be to greet every ISTAT member who walks in and point them in the right direction for registration,” she says, as I nod my head obediently. “You will work from 4pm to 8pm and will receive a fifteen minute break whenever you’d like. Let me know if you have any questions. Most of the members in this convention are older men who would love to be welcomed to California by a pretty all-American girl like you. So smile big!” she finishes, and bounces off to fret politely about another co-worker. On my feet for the next four hours greeting sweaty balding men into California? Now that’s a job! I think as I dutifully walk towards the entrance of the lobby with a fake and already-fading grin on my face. I begin greeting and pointing, trying to smile big and act like I want to be here. My twin brother Jake would be laughing his ass off right now if he saw me doing this. “You, femi-nazi Emma, ‘looking pretty’ for a bunch of old geezers from Chicago? Shit sis, I’d pay serious dough to see that,” he’d say. I roll my eyes instinctively in response to my obnoxious sub-conscience. Jake is always in my head. Twin thing. “Good afternoon sir, welcome to ISTAT,” I say, shaking off my intrusive thoughts. I look at the man I just greeted and am surprised to see youth, the first man I’ve greeted so far who seems to be closer to my age than my dad’s. He is also not wearing a suit. Maybe we both forgot what business casual looks like. “Oh, hello. I’m not here for the convention, miss. I will be working with you today,” he says in an adorably thick Irish accent. As he says this, four more young men, practically boys by the look of it, enter from behind him and introduce themselves. All shy, all cute, and all Irish. This just got interesting, my subconscious dotes. “My name is Liam miss. And these lads here are Luke, Ivan, Jerard, and Keegan. It is our pleasure to meech-ya,” the first man-boy says, extending a tan freckled arm coated in stoute blonde hairs. “Hi. I’m Emma. Nice to meet you guys too,” I say, smiling sheepishly as a fiery blush spreads across my cheeks. I silently hope my recent summer tan will loyally disguise the red, but I can’t be certain. Each boy shakes my hand with a childish grin and a bouncy step. Keegan even kisses my wrist, obviously not shy, causing my blush to deepen. I watch as the five of them skip to their booths to begin work. Irish…huh. That’s a new one, I think as I study their statutes. They have to be at least nineteen, with eyes so bright and skin so young. Each of them wears tight black skinny jeans and white t-shirts, outlining their sculpted biceps and back muscles. They were very attractive, in contrast to what I’d stereotyped Irish folk to look like. No, Emma. Not all Irish people look like red-headed leprechauns my subconscious snarked. Jeeze. Maybe the next four hours will fly by after all.

[familylightfox]

"No fair! I was just startin' t' get used t' usin' him as an armrest. Now I gotta wait til the magic goes away."

[projectlightfox]

@unsung-heroesofmobius and @needf0rspeed

[familylightfox]

@unsung-heroesofmobius asked:

Of course Jerard is going to be bringing Harmony an awesome present this year. He’s wheeling in a massive terrarium for her to keep her pets entertained in whenever she wants. It’s got a very soumercan jungle vibe to it including a statue head of an old ancient god from the time before Mobians, Quetzalcoatl, in the middle of the back wall of the terrarium. “Happy Birthday, Harmony!”

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Leave it to her uncle to get her something that was so massive. Volt had to shake his head, completely used to his brother's antics and just gestured to the teen's room. The way emerald eyes had widened when he brought it into her room said it all, but Harmony quickly went to work on making space with the help of her teammates.

"I saw somethin' like this on a video the other day! The guy had so many things inside." Oh her mind was running with ideas of what else she might be able to house in an enclosure like that. But it did need to pass a certain test.

Just as she reached a hand into her quills, the large serpent poked his head out to bump a finger and take a look. Red eyes looked over every detail, slithering down an arm and into the terrarium, right up until he was nose to nose with the ancient deity. It was like a staredown.

All before he turned to face those outside the tank, flare his wings, and stick out his tongue.

"I think it's Blep approved."

[familylightfox]

Anonymous asked:

I heard Jerard was going to take up absolute pacifism.

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"Uh huh... And if I believed that one, I'm willin' t' bet ya got a bridge t' sell me in middle o' the Mazuri desert."

@unsung-heroesofmobius

[familylightfox]

Commission from the Awesome @getters-blog-index

It’s been awhile since Volt has gotten together with his brother but man was I glad I got this piece from Pool. I love the expressions and still get a pretty good laugh outta how short Jerard is compared to them. 

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Jerard: @unsung-heroesofmobius  Volt and Harmony: Me

[familylightfox]

"Ya know... I didn't think o' that." Well now she had her tail wagging. "Yer on."

"Hehe, at least we can probably arm wrestle like this without my arm being broken for once."

[projectlightfox]

OOC: I’ve been struggling to draw anything lately so I decided to do a redraw of a piece a few years ago that I did. This is what the Shadow of Volt and Harmony’s Zone looks like. 

The scars on his arm and leg were from a run in with Avani, Volt’s adopted brother (another Shadow) as revenge for the torture Volt went through after Forces. The scar across his chest was from a fight with Jerard and his lightsaber. 

Unlike Volt, Shadow can not heal at the rate in which the hybrid does. If not for Volt allowing The G.U.N to use his skin as replacements, Shadow would have lost those limbs. 

They still can’t be in the same room alone together for long without a fight breaking out.

Art by: Me Done on an iPad Pro with Apple Pencil and Clip Studio Paint for iPad Don’t Repost/Use without Permission Commission Info!

[projectlightfox]

     “Get ‘im Unca Jerard!” Where’d the pup find cheerleading pom poms? Volt had no idea, but he was going to shiver at the memory of what it felt like to be shot like that. 

[projectlightfox]

Jerard is proud of Harmony. "Now I teach you Teras Kaasi. Space Kung Fu."

     “Really? I get ta learn how ta fight like dey do on tv?” Color her excited and happy, already bouncing on the pads of her toes and wiggling from the force of her tail. 

     “She’s going to hold you to that...”

[projectlightfox]

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon. Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon. White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.

One Scoop or Two:

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon

Volt actually very much looks up to Hark, Avatar, and Jerard. All three to him are strong willed and always willing to do what it takes to save those they care about. He strives to try to be half the Mobian that they are in his eyes.

But he doesn’t realize that he’s looking at them in the same light that Harmony does him. The pup wants to be a Freedom Fighter one day, just like him and make him proud. Volt always thought that she wanted to be one because of the stories he told or she saw on tv, but it’s because of him.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon

Harmony likes to play pranks. Nothing ever really dangerous, but a whoopee cushion here or fake spider/snake there can sometimes get a jump out of her father or any other unsuspecting victim.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon

Volt is very susceptible to the Black Arms hivemind and found that out after the first encounter with the alien race when they tried to take over the planet the first time (Events of Shadow the Hedgehog). Because of this, he is VERY nervous around anyone with strong bloodlines connecting them to the aliens. He has met an Eclipse, but not the one from his world so only time will tell how that encounter will go.

Harmony is actually very weak against Dark Gaia’s direct energy. So while she can handle one or two small Gaia Spawns like Rex and Frights, they can overwhelm her and the larger ones are completely out of the question as she’ll start to become physically ill. From a fever to being nauseated, the effects can just get worse with prolonged exposure. This is also why her unleashed state is a last resort as she is literally calling on the Dark Gaia energy inside of her to use it.