#Cam Gill

[wehaveagathering]

this is the reporting the people deserve, jon

[inviso-bill-strikes-again]

absolutely SUCKS to be the one in charge doing something I could not care less about, because I know it's something literally anyone else would enjoy more

[pony--in-express]

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LIST OF MOUTHWASHING RP BLOGS

OCS

@a-girl-with-one-eye || R @all-purpose-medintern || MARION @altxxr || ALTAIR @alyksander-the-writer || ALYKSANDER @androidontulpar || TURIN @ask-the-ships-scientist || LISA @askthetulparjanitor || VERONICA @audr3yl0nd0n || AUDREY @bea-mouthwashing ( @beas-garden ) ( @gardenof-fears )|| BEA @biiology || IVAN @bleeding-mediwrench || KLIK @burning-mechanic || GILL @carb-the-autistic || CARB @caspian-stows-away || CASPIAN @chemthe-intern || CHEM @commstrisha || TRISHA @deadhaired-intern || JAMES (POST-CRASH) @dead-pixel-anon || DEAD PIXEL ANON @dylan-mouthwashing || DYLAN @earthtotulpar || FEL @ensignlin || HANA @francisco-alvarez || FRANCISCO @ginger-n-redd || BAILEY & CAM @glitterin-gabriel || GABRIEL @interndonella || DONELLA @iso-so-so-sleepy || ISOLINE @jonesthefightingtiger || JONES @keepingtulparclean || SKYE @kyndralien || KYNDRA @love-me-in-snow || HARRISON @medicalcrew-tulpar-indiana || INDIANA @miss-ainsworth-speaking || LOTTIE @missustulparmother || PIGEON @mouthwashingcameronrookie || CAMERON @neoninspace || NEON @nicolamouthwashing || NICOLA @notanmiceoffishial || ROCKET @number-one-constellation-guide || PERRI @oculis-aspicientis-666 || VENDETTA & 3LANOR @ohioisforrlovers || CONNOR @piloting-an-intern || ELIAS @pleasehelpmyphonebroke || BELLA @psych-eval-anon || PSYCH EVAL ANON @redhaired-intern || JAMES (PRE-CRASH) @reye-snaps || REYE @s0l-tw1ns || TAIYO & KOIYO SOL @spaceorganizermouse || MOUSE @tealrootts || KEI @th3-symb0ls-rant || MULTIMUSE @the-ghost-of-the-tulpar || DAVID @theman-withthe-dustpan || JON @the-starry-peyton || PEYTON @the-tulpar-navigator || NORE @thewomanwithanorangeface || CAROLINE @tulparsbotanist || MAC (PRE-CRASH) @tulpar-navguy || DESS @tulparsnavigatordaph || DAPHNIS @wateranon || WATER ANON @wilt3dyetbl00med || MAC (POST-CRASH) @wolfwashing || IRINEI

[camkablam]

One note lets gooo

Warning for somewhat graphic injury and pain detail APHONIA

Burning fire pumped through flesh and bone with each thump of their heart. It spread through the insides of their skull, seeping into the crevices of their brain, throbbing in their ears. There was no pinpointing where it was focused, where it hurt the most, because it was everywhere. They were sinking in lava, folds of torn skin searing hot and bubbling blood, a blinding, consuming agony that left them unable to even scream. Who could blame them, really, for not resisting the comforting tug of unconsciousness?

Dragging open heavy eyelids proved to be a challenge. When he got them open, just a squint, the world around him was unfocused, blurring together like paint in water. Their head and throat pulsed, pressing spikes of pain through his skin. Their mouth was dry. Jesse let his eyes slip closed.

"Hey! Hey, are you awake?"

He tried to groan, but all that came out was a rasp of breath. They dragged their eyes open with some effort, like he was trying to lift a fallen tree; it took a long moment for them to actually focus on the dirty face peering down at him.

Gill's eyes (which looked odd in the lighting, in his blurring vision, but Jesse was too tired to care) went wide and he twisted around to look over his shoulder.

"Guys, she's awake!"

There was movement, another voice answering, but Jesse's eyes had slid shut at some point. Their breathing rasped in their lungs, like something heavy was sitting on their chest, weighing down their ribs. He might have just been about to slip back underneath the surface, sink into soft darkness, had he not been so rudely interrupted by something being pressed against his lips.

He choked, fire flaring in his throat, and tried to turn his head away; something held his head still. Cold, soothing water spilled into his mouth and dribbled down his throat. The minute they felt it against his lips, Jesse was drinking eagerly, even though swallowing was like razor teeth digging into the meat of his throat. He tasted blood in his mouth.

The cup was pulled away and Jesse tried to follow it, but their head was too heavy. They slumped back down, the pain in his throat blazing away. They squeezed their eyes shut. As though that would take it away.

A finger tapped against his cheek.

"Can you hear us?"

Jesse reluctantly dragged open his eyes again, blinking blearily. Maya and Gill were hovering over him, features marred with heavy shadows; he tried to say their names, but all he could do was from the silent letters on his lips and struggle to breathe. The two glanced at each other.

"You're pretty badly hurt," said Maya, "Like, a lot. We thought you were dead when we found you."

"You had this really bad cut on your throat," Gill said, his fingers absently trailing up to his own neck, a faint grimace crossing his face as though the memory was particularly unpleasant, "S'probably why you can't really talk…"

Jesse blinked slowly a few times, struggling to process this when his brain felt like it was being turned into mashed potatoes. Finally, he just let his head slump back down, his eyes closing. A part of him whispered that he really shouldn't sleep again, that something he wasn't entirely sure of was horribly wrong, but he was far too tired and he fell asleep to muffled murmurs.

They drifted in and out of consciousness, floating near the bottom of a lake, water swelling in their ears. The cup was brought back to his lips every now and again, but half the time he was so tired and his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't bring himself to swallow, instead just letting it trickle down his throat while trying not to choke. The pain persisted, dragging him under the surface, suffocating and burning. All he could do was try to sleep.

Eventually, when Jesse woke up, they were aware enough to register that they were staring up at the ceiling of a cave. The floor was hard against their aching bones, but there was something smooth and soft beneath their head. He dragged his eyes away from the ceiling to take in his surroundings.

It was less of a cave and more of a dent in a cliff face. The entrance had been blocked off with dirt and a rickety door shoved into place; the room (if you could really call it a room) was lit with the warm glow of torches. There was a crafting table and a chest and… and Aiden, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. The burn scar on Jesse's leg itched.

He held his breath, heart in his throbbing throat. When Aiden didn't move, and with neither Maya nor Gill in sight, Jesse finally took a few steadying breaths. He opened his mouth to call out to him, to ask something, to say something, but all it did was make the buzzing ache in his throat sear with a blinding agony.

Jesse jerked, grimacing and squeezing his eyes shut, hand coming up to hover over his throat but not daring to touch. He breathed heavily, curling in on himself, boots scraping against the cave floor. His hands trembled. He blinked back tears.

When the pain finally subsided just enough that they didn't feel like they were going to pass out, Jesse dragged his eyes up and might have jumped had they had the energy. Aiden had moved at some point and was kneeling next to them, watching them and… his eyes. His eyes were oddly discoloured, a pale, sickish sort of purple. Just like Gabriel's had been.

Aiden shook the bottle he had in his hand, "Do you want some water?"

Jesse's eyes focused on the bottle. Aiden seemed to decide that might as well be a yes, because he shifted closer and offered it to them. They took the bottle with a shaky, unsteady hand and carefully sipped. It soothed his dry mouth, his throbbing throat- if only a little. Although quite a bit ended up missing his mouth and soaking the collar of his sweater.

When he was done, Aiden corked the bottle and set it aside. They fell into a somewhat awkward silence. Jesse was already growing tired.

"Can you talk?" Aiden asked, after a long moment. Jesse opened his mouth, but a small spike of pain (in warning, almost) made him stop. He closed it again and instead gave a careful, sluggish shake of his head. Aiden didn't look surprised.

"That, uh… yeah. That sucks," he fiddled with one of the loose buttons on his shirt, flicking it about on its thin string, a bit absently, "The other two went out to find food. You remember them? They're the ones that found you."

Jesse stared at him, because of course he remembered Maya and Gill, he'd known them for years- quite against his will, as most of the time he didn't want anything to do with them or Aiden, considering how awful they all tended to be to him and his friends, but it would be ridiculous to suggest that he didn't know them.

And yet…

And yet Aiden's face wasn't malicious. Wasn't a mean sneer or a crude joke or a roll of the eyes. He regarded Jesse almost blankly, detached, as though he didn't recognise them as anything other than a stranger. He had no memory of them. No memory of the bullying, no memory of being downright awful to them, and likely no memory of Maya or Gill or Lukas or even himself. Just like Gabriel had been when he'd dragged Jesse out of the tugging reach of the Command Block, before… before…

Aiden shifted into a more comfortable position on the hard ground, blowing out a sigh, "They should be back soon. Hopefully with some more wool to change your bandage."

Jesse blinked at him a little. They dragged up their hand to lightly, lightly brush their fingers against their throat; there was a fuzzy, makeshift bandage there. They let their hand drop back down to their side.

Aiden looked at them, "We've got some apples… you want one?"

At that, Jesse's stomach cramped painfully. They gave a careful nod, trying not to jostle their neck; Aiden climbed to his feet and pulled open the chest in the corner, starting to rummage through it. He came back with an apple and pushed it into Jesse's hands.

"Uh, here."

He sat back down. Jesse brought the apple to their mouth and, despite the ache and grumble of their stomach, was only able to scrape at the bruised skin with their teeth. They chewed sluggishly, and swallowing sent stabbing pinpricks through their throat. He kept taking small bites. About a quarter of the way through the apple, he started to taste blood and pus at the back of his throat.

They passed out at some point. When they woke up again, the little specks of light that had been squeezing through the cracks of the front door had faded away, leaving only the dull flickering of the torches. He could hear the blood-freezing groan and hiss and clatter of wandering monsters just on the other side.

Gill and Maya had come back; the three Ocelots were curled up on the floor, staying near the more well-light areas of the cave, and far from the door. They were trying to sleep. Emphasis on the trying part. The lack of beds certainly wasn't helping.

REWRITTEN VERSION

Burning, blistering flames pulsed through flesh and bone. Each thump of their heart sent it spiking, throbbing, blazing. It spread through the insides of their skull, seeping into the crevices of their brain, aching and thumping in their ears. There was no pinpointing the cause, the focus, where it hurt the most, because there was nothing else they were aware of. It might as well have been everywhere, sinking in lava, folds of torn skin searing hot and bubbling blood, a blinding, consuming sort of agony that left them unable to even scream. Who could blame them, really, for not resisting the comforting tug of unconsciousness?

Awareness flickered in and out like broken film. There were dark skies and purple lights. There was the metallic tang of blood at the back of his throat, trickling into his mouth like the crack in the wall of a burst well. But mostly, there was just blistering pain, and so they were always rather eager to slip away again.

It was the squeals that really dragged him back to consciousness. A wet snout nudging his head, whining softly, worried and small and familiar enough that his chest gave an awful ache. He tried to groan, but all that came out was a wheeze of air and a painful spike in his throat. Dragging their eyes open took far more effort than it had ever had before; they might as well have been trying to lift the thick trunk of a fallen tree. 

When they were finally able to drag them open, Jesse's world was a blur, paint spilling into water. A pink blob was nose to nose with him, and a particularly excited squeal pierced his ears and made him grimace weakly. The pink blob nuzzled him, whined softly, and started to lick his face.

Jesse dragged up an arm to try and push him off, to try and hold him, to smile and laugh, but their limbs were numb and dead and their skin sparked with flickering pain. They let it flop back down, breathing rasping in their chest. The little pig whined, but they were already slipping under the surface.

When they opened their eyes again, the sky was the pale grey-blue of early morning, a chill leaving goosebumps prickling up their arms. Reuben was still there, curled up against his side in a little pink ball. A little bit of relief melted in Jesse's chest at having him closeby. 

His throat was pulsing, throbbing with a horrible pain that made him afraid to move. Jesse licked their lips and found their mouth uncomfortably dry. Their whole body ached. How long had they been out here?

going through some old documents and ive stumbled across an old minecraft story mode fic that i started but never finished... does anyone want to see it? im not going to continue it but i kinda like it

[messycunt]

can we please have a part two of mer version of malleus

tbh I wasn't thinking too much about it so this is a bit all over the place

cw: blood, double merman dicks,

when I was younger I used to be obsessed w this mermaid poem so that kinda shapes the way I see this au I suppose. it was about catching a mermaid and keeping her in your sink(tub in this case cus malleus is so big) feeding her lemonade and snails so she would do the dishes and sing in turn, even though she was sad and wanted to go home, or something like that

anyway

merman malleus stays in the tub day in and day out, where else is he supposed to go. he likes splashing around you found, esp when he's excited, so filling the tub all the way is not an option. his gills are on his neck you've noticed but he cam breath air somewhat fine, as long as his lower body is moist, maybe he's somewhat amphibious? you wouldn't know.

his shiny black scales have a pretty green opalesce to them, pretty enough to pluck and wear almost. not that you would think of doing that… right?

your relationship with him is fine after the first few weeks and then months and then years. he learns how to drain and refill the tub on his own pretty early on and while unable to speak to you he learns a few words and to nod and shake no as well. in turn of course you pick up on a few of his vocalizations, happy chirps and curious shrills and so on.

he has stockholm syndrome i think, dont feel like elaborating sorry.

you take showers and baths with him still in it because of course you do. he likes being close to you it seems. skin to skin contact soothing to his senses.

taking him to the bed with you isn't a reasonable option so at night when you're feeling needy you make your way to the bathroom. he likes kissing but has a strange way of going about it, licking at your mouth desperately not caring much for the actual lip to lip contact it seems. be careful not to let your lips or tongue get nipped by his sharp teeth, not that he would mind; he loves the taste of your blood and would bite if you'll allow it.

his slit is barely noticeable usually but at times like this it's puffy with arousal. he wants you to touch him. slide your fingers down and lick or kiss until the two tendril like members present themselves. you're still not certain exactly how they work, but he chirps happily and cums lots at your touch so does it matter? cums twice in your mouth and once against your thighs then again inside of you.

you fall asleep atop him that night, it's not the most comfortable thing in the world but you're much to tired.

[why-i-love-comics]

Blood Hunters #4 (2024)

written by Erica Schultz art by Robert Gill, Chris Campana, Cam Smith, & Rain Beredo

[a-problematic-writer]

Since it’s the topic of the hour in the mcsm tag, sexuality HCs for the mcsm cast.

Jesse - Pan

Axel - Gay Ace

Olivia - Demi

Petra - Very Bi

Lukas - Very Bi

Aiden - Pan Demi

Gill - Aro Ace

Maya - Lesbian

Soren - Gay

Ivor - Bi

Gabriel - Grey

Ellegaard - Bi, femme-leaning

Magnus - Chaos Bi

Isa - Grey

Milo - Demi

Reggie - Pan

Cassie Rose - Demi Grey

TorqueDawg - Straight [Lying to Himself]

Harper - Bi

Hadrian - Gay (Homophobic)

Mevia - Lesbian (I mean LOOK at her)

Otto - No Labels

Em - Bi, masc-leaning

Nell - Lesbian

Radar - Aro Ace

Jack - Gay (Married to Nurm)

Nurm - Gay (Married to Jack)

Vos - Pan

Sammy - Bi, femme leaning

Stella - Bi, femme leaning

Binta - Bi, masc leaning

Cam - Nervous Pan

Romeo - Pan

Xara - Bi

Fred - Pan

[scn-thedog]

PVPCIV EP6 SPOILERS

I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THIS. HE'S A TRIDENT . WHICH MEANS… FISH FEATURES 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚I CAN CREATUREFY HIM MORE 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚wait i need the yellow heart💛THERE 💛💛💛💛💛I CAM DRAW HIM WITH GILLS AND SHIT I'M SO HAPPY HE'S A TRIDENT it also fits him and all blah blah blah BUT HE'S A TRIDENT 💛💛💛

[coimbrabertone]

So Can NASCAR Drivers Turn Right or Not?

So in the past couple of weeks, I've watched a couple of races and a couple of things crossed my timeline that had to do with the following question: just how good are NASCAR drivers at turning right?

I don't mean this in like the Formula One fan newbie kinda way, I mean this as like a legitimate discussion as to the quality of the NASCAR field and the fact that road course ringers have seemingly returned to the series.

So, first things first, Shane van Gisbergen. Love him, New Zealander race car driver that went over to Australia, won three Supercars championships and three Bathurst 1000s. SVG then came over to America last year, won the NASCAR Chicago Street Race to be the first guy to win in his first attempt since 1963, and impressed so much that Trackhouse partnered with Kaulig Racing in the Xfinity Series to give Shane a full-time campaign in American stock car racing.

Well, last week he won the Pacific Office Automation 147 at Portland International Raceway, and this week he won the Zip Buy Now, Pay Later 250 at Sonoma. Which brings two things to mind:

One: Gee Xfinity races have some crappy ass names, don't they?

Two: Wow, he went back-to-back on road courses...that is really impressive, but also kinda sad.

Like two weeks in a row now the Xfinity field got beat by a thirty-five-year-old rookie on road courses. This is supposed to be the most road course heavy era of NASCAR, in the past five years the top three NASCAR series have gone to the likes of Mosport, Road America, Mid-Ohio, the Daytona Sports Car Course, the Charlotte Roval, the aforementioned Chicago Street Race, Circuit of the Americas, and NASCAR's traditional road courses in the form of Sonoma and Watkins Glen.

NASCAR drivers turn right a lot, they're not the oval only meme that F1 fans like to present it as, so what is going on?

Well, I think the simplest answer is that Shane van Gisbergen is a damn good race car driver. Supercars have long been compared to NASCARs and that's even truer in the Next Gen era, plus he's gotten a lot of support and advice from Marcos Ambrose, someone who I'll talk about more shortly. Plus, there's also Scott McLaughlin.

SVG and Scotty Mac are quite possibly the two best drivers to ever come out of Supercars, and we've seen Scott be successful in Indycar for a number of years now. Just this last weekend he was competing for the win at Road America with his Penske teammates. So it's not that NASCAR drivers are bad at turning right, it's that they've been unlucky enough to come up against a once in a generation talent.

To support this, there were another two Supercars drivers in Sonoma this past weekend. Cam Waters in the #60 RFK Mustang and Will Brown in the #33 RCR Camaro, and quite frankly, both of them had weekends full of bad luck that didn't amount to much of anything. Will was third in one of the practice sessions, and that's as close as he got to pulling off an SVG-esque performance in the Cup race.

And even in the Xfinity race, Ty Gibbs and Austin Hill both presented very real threats to SVG during the race, before Gibbs got caught up in a wreck and spun around into his own teammate trying to get going again, and Austin Hill got pushed into the grass after trying to slam the door shut on SVG in turn two.

It wasn't a cake walk.

Hell, Boris Said, long considered to be the archetypal NASCAR road course ringer, has been around the series since the mid to late 90s...he's never won a Cup race. He has one truck win at Sonoma and one Xfinity (then Nationwide) win at Circuit Gilles Villeneuve to his name.

So even way back when, NASCAR drivers could handle themselves on the road courses.

There are three road course ringers that have had a lot of success in the modern era, and I think all of them subvert the idea that it's as simple as being able to turn right.

The first is the great Juan Pablo Montoya, who famously got sick of F1 mid-2006, quit McLaren, and decided to become a NASCAR driver instead. Well, come 2007, and JPM is driving the #42 Dodge for Chip Ganassi Racing, and he won at Sonoma in his first attempt. He would only win one more NASCAR race, the 2010 Watkins Glen race. Despite this, I would argue his best season was 2009, when he finished eighth in the points after running as high as third in the season.

The high point was six top five finishes in eight races towards the end of the season, all of which were on ovals. One of which, Fontana, he was well acquainted with from his CART days!

The second is Marcos Ambrose, who in 2011 and 2012, had two consecutive duels with Brad Keselowski at Watkins Glen and came out on top both times. Those two races are badass, and I recommend you watch them, because it's just two big giant stock cars fighting tooth and nail without a care in the world for track limits. It's freaking glorious.

But after that 2012 Watkins Glen win? Well, Marcos then took two straight fifth placed finishes, at Michigan and Bristol, two ovals, and two very different ovals, no less. The third is AJ Allmendinger, who is still in NASCAR and still doing well. With wins on road courses in Cup and the old Champ Car series, and wins on both road courses and ovals in Xfinity. His story continues, most recently as SVG's Kaulig teammate.

So, the moral of the story? Being a good road course racer isn't enough to win NASCAR road races, you need to be a pretty damn good race car driver, and you need to learn stock cars. That means you'll have good showings on the ovals as well as the road courses.

To that end, in addition to SVG's back-to-back Xfinity wins, he also finished third at Atlanta earlier in the season and managed to finish on the lead lap in a Cup race at Talladega this year as well. In fact, I remember in that Talladega race SVG did well in the draft and worked his way to the front, only to fall back when the uppermost line collapsed behind him, and he was left all alone a lane above the drafting pack.

Something that could happen to anyone in a restrictor plate race in NASCAR.

So...NASCAR drivers are good at turning right, the top "road course ringers" in the form of JPM, Marcos Ambrose, and Shane van Gisbergen just happen to, you know, be pretty damn good drivers, and Xfinity races have some crappy ass names.

They let the crappiest name of them all die though.

So please, let's pour one out for the Beef. It's What's for Dinner. 300, the NASCAR Xfinity season opener at Daytona International Speedway.

RIP, 2021-2023. Your name was so bad that it was actually great.

[sentientgolfball]

i would like to know about your headcanons for air/earth/river. i think u named them other stuff like bigs but. tell me about them sexual style. thanks.

Sexual style you say?

River is the KING of gill fucking. I don’t think he cum unless he’s knuckle deep. Think he’s also the one who first really discovered how good it feels Topside. Him and Chain went at each other one night and the rest is history.

Think he also has a piss kink. He likes the whole making someone lose control aspect plus the humiliation. He does it the most with Lake. Those two are the freakiest little water ghouls. Absolutely made for each other. They’re so nasty and in love.

Also into forcefem. He looooves to do his hair and makeup all nice and pretty, put on a cute little lingerie set just to have it ripped off of him. If he’s really in a mood he’ll take before and after pictures just so he has something to look at the next time he finds himself alone and aching. Likes to see how messy he can get.

Biggs (Earth) has a massive fucking size kink. Honestly is goes both ways, he likes to hold smaller partners close to his chest but he also LOVES partners the same size or bigger holding him down.

THIS GHOUL IS A FUCKING MUNCH HE LOVES PUSSY AND IM NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT he can (and has) cum untouched just from eating Pebble out.

Notus (Air) is a huge fucking voyeur and he’s such a pervert about it. Hangs out in the highest rafters of the Ministry using his dark feathers to conceal himself just so he can watch.

That motherfucker has a cam thing and I will not be convinced otherwise. He likes to record, likes to be recorded, and loves to be sent recordings. Send that bird a nude and you can get anything you want from him it is his weakness.

Also think he has a wax play thing. Likes to sit in front of his mirror when he’s alone and drip his favorite colors all over his torso. Calls it self care.

[darkenedmanorr]

For the requests, before we submit anything, which MCSM models do (or don't) you have?

heh... opens my jacket like a dealer bedazzling your eyes BEHOLD!!! I HAVE:

JESSE , AXEL , OLIVIA , LUKAS , REUBEN AIDEN , GILL , MAYA HARPER , OTTO , MEVIA , HADRIAN ELLEGAARD , GABRIEL , SOREN , IVOR , MAGNUS EMILY , NELL ISA , MILO BINTA , BLOCCO , CAM , KENT JACK , NURM , STELLA , VOS , RADAR OXBLOOD , TERRY , WARDEN FRED , ROMEO , XARA

im trying to find the youtuber models + cassie

[oops-thats-a-rooster]

It is a fact of life that every single quiet or standoffish Harvest Moon/ Story of Seasons character is autistic. Every. Single. One.

Mary? Book collecting Autistic

Gray? Autistic about hobbies

Nami? Autistic in a way that makes her cool

Flora? Autistic in a way that makes her so weird

Daryl? The most autistic guy in Forget Me Not Valley

Marlin? The worst autistic man you know

Vaughn? The first character to come to mind when I think of autistic Harvest Moon characters

Sabrina? Undiagnosed autistic who only gets along with other autistic people

Cam? Autistic and his special interest is flowers

Candace? Autistic and shy, but willing to make friends, accidentally blurts out rude comments

Phoebe? Gets so hyperfixated on her special interest that she forgets to take care of herself. So autistic

Chase? Undiagnosed and mean Autistic

Gill? Diagnosed autistic who blames being mean on his autism

Toby? Just vibing autistic

Jin? Autistic who's so exhausted

Wizard? Just really wants to be left alone autistic

And the most autistic character of all? The person who moved just to pursue their special interest? The Person who's probably very attracted to all the characters above?

You.

You are autistic.

And gay

[inviso-bill-strikes-again]

soooo fucking funny 2 me that we will go literally all day not knowing who's in front and then all the little puzzle pieces click into place like OHHHHH okay. this bitch.

[smilerandsunny1]

Russian AM design!!

• I got a bit carried away and made him look like this, I also didn't put eyes because I'm not good at drawing eyes (he looks like a girl from behind-)

• don't ask, but i gave him gills :3 he can swim, but not for too long or he might fry a ciruit or rust his endoskeleton

• "я" translation to I. I am or just I, like I know therefore I am or I AM

• tube's and wiring connected into his back! He's, of course taller then CAM but not taller then my AM design

This took alot of time to make so I hope you enjoy it

[comicwaren]

From Blood Hunters Vol. 2 #004

Art by Robert Gill, Chris Campana, Cam Smith and Rain Beredo

Written by Erica Schultz

[birgittesilverbae]

Am I allowed to request more for link lol, it’s incredible and I’m in love with the concept

me, slapping on the fic: hitched tag so I don't get saddled with the prompt I pretzeled to fit the thing i actually wanted to write

//

"Are we still waiting on anyone?" Shannon asks, glancing over at Mary. "Or can we head out? I want to get Lilith sitting down again ASAP."

"I'm fine," Lilith complains, swatting at the steadying hand Shannon cups around her elbow. "Can you not be so overbearing for two seconds?"

"Can you not be such an asshole for two seconds?"

"Takes one to know one."

Mary rolls her eyes, scans the disparate group in front of her. Shannon and Lilith huddled together in the shade of a palm tree, swatting at each other. Beatrice on the far side of them, a vacant stare on her face as she works her hands together. At the edge of the fountain, Ava and Cam with their heads together and an altogether unsettling air about them. "Yas isn't here yet," she announces. "Did anyone see her this morning?"

Before any of them can respond, a blur of blue barrels across the lobby, Yasmine skidding to a halt in the middle of the group. "Good morning," she says, smiling broadly.

"It's 1PM," Beatrice deadpans, her gaze still fixed on a point far in the distance.

"Good afternoon, then," Yasmine replies without missing a beat. "How was your first morning of married life?"

This is enough to bring Beatrice back to herself, and Mary winces as she turns the full heat of her glare on Yasmine. "My what?"

"Your first morning of married life," Yasmine repeats, though the words come slower now. "You know, because..." She trails off, takes in the array of faces turned to her now in varying states of shock. "Oh, no, was it meant to be a secret? I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"You knew?"

Ava's voice is quieter than Mary's heard it in a long, long time, and it sets klaxons blaring in her head. "Okay, no. We're not doing this right now," she announces, stepping between Yasmine and the rest of the group. "This afternoon my fiancée and I are going to sit by the pool and soak up the sun and the rest of you can have whatever little debriefs you want to have. Right now, though? Sushi." Lilith groans at the word, looking distinctly green around the gills. "Oh, suck it up, Lilith."