#IM NOT PROJECTING YOU ARE

[mar-im-o]

Human!Doey design I did bc I haven't stopped thinking about using this man as my OSDD-1B rep

More info under the cut

Dewey is a 23 year old art teacher at an elementary school. He is an OSDD-1B system without a host, with "Dewey" being the name of the body which they go by for simplicity's sake. He is, in actuality, the interaction between three different alters:

Matthew - Caretaker - The most put together of the three, but intensely self-conscious. Obsessed with perfection and protecting those they love. Really self-hating, but tries his best to cover that up for the sake of the others.

Kevin - Persecutor - The most aggressive of the three and often the trauma holder for abuse the system received as children. Fiercely protective of everyone around them and will often get into verbal or physical altercations due to it. Sometimes has limited communication abilities, speaking in sentence fragments and echolalia when upset

Jack - Little - The child of the group. A 10 year old boy who has limited access to the emotions surrounding trauma. He knows what they've been through, but doesnt have any of the emotional barring. As a result he's very silly and childish, and likes to have fun.

Dewey has minimal amnesia barriers and unclear distinctions between parts, so while there are three seperate parts, it's not as simple as one part fronting at a time. There's normally a mix of all of them, and rapid switching is common.

Matthew is normally always in front, with one of the other boys joining him. Dewey may seem a bit more short-tempered and protective when Kevin is joining, or more silly and childish with Jack.

Ultimately, Dewey is a really sweet guy who loves children and wants to protect kids from being hurt in the way he has. He channels that care into teaching and helping to develop social-emotional skills with his kids. He's fiercely protective of his class, even the ones who are "problematic". He refuses to let his kids be hurt in the way he has.

[alexdanger0894]

Marble Hornets alternate ending where Jay survives and while in the hospital he tells Tim "You're not the source. You're the solution."

[nezz-cringe-crib]

headcannon that before the yotsuba arc (and before meeting light in general) L always hated sleeping in his bed because it'd remind him of how completely big and alone he is in his bedroom. like it makes him realize how disconnected he feels from the world he's dedicated his life to serving justice for and that's why he chooses to sleep in work chairs or couches or even the floor sometimes. anywhere he's left at he'll sleep in because he can't be bothered to bring himself to bed.

but then when the yotsuba arc starts and light forces L to let him sleep in a bedroom (i think we can all agree there's no way light would agree to sleeping on the floor), it's the first time L doesn't entirely hate being in bed. just light's presence is enough to make him feel like maybe part of him is still human. like his bed isn't just a pre-made grave.

but then all of that gets taken away when they're de-handcuffed. and now it's even harder for L to go to bed.

not only is he an empty bed again, but there's a dent in it where a friend used to lay.

[dandysworldhcs]

I actually have this head cannon that the only thing that Shrimpo likes is himself and if somebody asks him, he will just go on and on talking about himself

This is so fucking funny you are so real for this actually. Counterargument: Egotistical self-hating Shrimpo. One second, he's talking about how he's the BEST, and then the next how he HATES himself.

[xaiverscorner]

I think Swan and Mercy's relationship would start off a bit rocky due to swans low self esteem/self worth, and her constantly pushing Mercy away. Or her mostly being confused if she wants mercy to stay or go. Because I think? Swan is unable to put her guard down , scared of being hurt. ( Again )

[casimircrane]

Ashton woke up wrong. Maybe it was the humidity in the air, the new found cold, or the stars aligning to fuck with him, but they woke up in more pain than normal. Today is going to be a very bad day.

It had been two hours since he woke for his watch and they had already: sparked up a rage twice for something small, ripped their new pants at the knee, stormed off from the group so he wouldnt get frustrated and yell at his very dear, very much asleep, friends and the lace from their new glove had torn.

It was like the entire world was against him today, evident in the meltdown they were currently having a good 30ft from where the Hells were sleeping.

He needed pressure, a metric fuck ton of pressure, on them, now. They needed to be held together and compressed until they felt new. Until this awful day finally ended.

Fearne also woke up wrong. She missed the warmth of her home in the Feywild, Nana and her old friends, FCG, and most of all she missed waking up to Ashton. They were both too exhausted to do anything but collapse onto their seperate bedrolls last night. She was homesick for everything she considered home.

She sat up and looked at her friends, as she would often do on nights where sleep would evade her. Laudna slept with her arms crossed in a death hold with her eyes open, Imogen would now fall asleep holding Laudna, her lichtenburg marks providing an almost imperceptable light. Chetney was curled in a ball, in the middle of the group, Fearne had seen him only hours earlier circling that spot. Orym would gravitate to Dorian when he was there, tonight being no different, with him only six inches away curled and facing Dorian. Dorian was facing Orym too, he changed in thier time apart, more somber. Then there was the new guy. Essek whatever-his-name-is, he trances for eight hours when he could instead trance for four hours and take watch. His hair sometimes floats though, and his cat eyemask is adorable. That's everyone but the one person she really wants to see. Where's Ashton?

A sound a bit away makes her ear twitch. There they are.

Ashton is clutching himself, trying their hardest to give themself the pressure he desperately needs. He knows he's probably a mess, snot running down their nose and might be making noise.

Everything stops. They're pulled into a a furry blanket, no, not a blanket, a lap. Pressure. Warm, loving pressure. Something in them sings, like its the home they were never given as a child. He feels a light peck on their forehead, and suddenly the day is righted. He's still in so much pain, but its not important as what's happening right now. With Fearne. Where everything is safe and warm.

[hydrogen-jukebox]

shout out to summer smith for bearing the burden of the eldest daughter fr. morty may know more about the infinite horrors of the multiverse than any kid should but she knows more about her parents than any kid should amd that's arguably just as taxing

[soudakuwunmoment]

please tell me im not the only one who ships this

[eroticomens]

i imagine deadpool being genderfluid in the most nonchalant way possible. (using he/him in this post for quick readability)

to the point where he doesn't even really bother bringing it up, because it doesn't matter how anyone perceives his gender but himself-- or maybe that's just what he tells himself. if you perceive him as male, he's not going to argue with you on that because it just doesn't matter.

gender feels like something that should be played and experimented with. everyone just assumes 'oh that's just deadpool being deadpool, wild lil shit,' when he puts on a dress or heels, but wade's just following his heart. maybe the fact that nobody takes him seriously reinforces the idea that it's just not worth the time or effort? but then i imagine someone with mind, emotion or aura reading capabilities for example, calling him the pronouns he's actually vibing with in that particular moment without him even bringing it up, and they're clearly not joking or trying to poke fun at him like everyone normally does. and the euphoria, the validation is just so real that he cries big ugly tears and will NOT stop hugging, and everyone's like "why is deadpool crying because charles referred to him 'she' wtf"

[bizzyboyfriends]

So I THINK everyone's asleep and/or not here so I'm throwing this into the void for now.

New f/o drop. You can have this to-go.

[ajarorworms]

LOOK AT HOW HE LOOKS AT HIS CONTESTANTS BEING HAPPY AND HAVING FUN, LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THEM, LOOK ME IN THE FUCJING EYES AND TELL ME HE WOULD NOT SACRIFICE HIS LIFE AGAIN TO SAVE THEM, YOU CANT, YOU CANT LOOK AT HIS FACE HERE AND THEN PROCEED TO LIE AND SAY HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THEM, THIS SHOW AND THESE CONTESTANTS ARE HIS FUCKING WORLD AND AFTER SEEING THEM ALL SO SAD, WATCHING THEM ALL GET ALONG FOR ONCE PROBABLY MAKES HIM SO DAMN HAPPY AAAAAA

HE JOKES ABOUT HATING THEM AND HE JOKES ABOUT HAVING FAVOURITES BUT HE LOVES ALL THESE GUYS!!!! HE HAS BEEN ISOLATED HIS WHOLE CHILDHOOD IMAGINE HOW EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED HE IS TO THESE FELLAS???? THE LOOK IN HIS EYES AND THE SWEET SMILE AND THE WAY HE HAS HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS AND HES LEANING A LITTLE BIT TO THE SIDE?? HE LOOKS SO RELAXED?? CALM??? HAPPY!!! HE LOOKS LIKE HE FINALLY FEELS SAFE!!!! THE WAY HE WATCHES FROM A DISTANCE TOO MY FUCKING HEART- AAAAAAA HES SO BLORBO

IM SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS SCENE!!!! IM NOT SHAKING AND GIGGLING AND SMILING AT MY SCREEN AS I LOOK AT THAT IMAGE, IM SO DAMM NORMAL ABOUT THESE 7 SECONDS OF THE SHOW-

[caligocacophony]

yo, what up fam back in the lab cooking up nightmares

anyway jj might have thick braids and far more clownish attire now, dw about it. They just felt a little silly. I promise. It was only a little silly.

Let's not talk about the very real pipeline of mixed girlie pop terror I just put it through or how the evolution from straight hair straight pal to curly-headed clown monster was very much just my own. we are not talking about it talking killed my grandma okay? /silly

[captain-mozzarella]

I headcanon Anakin and Ahsoka as sleep fighters* :/// those two do NOT strike me as people who peacfull sleepers

*sleep fighters as in, they move a LOT in their sleep and if anyone is dumb enough (padme) to sleep beside them the poor soul (padme) will definitely get smacked and kicked multiple times a night.

[cookie-nom-nom]

emerich dreadway is so unbelievably autistic. King behavior. Like, his bluntness, the social ineptitude in a way that is incredibly relatable, the hyper empathy for non human entities. He hyper fixated on his work to the point of ignoring a shattered arm! Emerich literally says he’s obsessed with Scott Bowflex’s hardcover construct, it’s in the text I’m simply reading.

[strwbi-laces]

Listen prongsfoot makes me so violently ill because u have Sirius completely and utterly overwhelmed by his adoration that he sees james as perfect and completely unable to make mistakes but james isn’t so when he does everything hurts way more than it would’ve.

And then theres james who’s people pleasing as just wants to live up to what sirius sees him as so he tries to and makes promises he knows he can’t keep so now u’ve got betrayal mixed in too.

AND the only way they can fix this is by communicating but they’re both stubborn so who knows hiw long that takes.

[stephtuckerauthor]

WIP Snippet

Thankfully, the cemetery was almost empty, other than a few mourners here and there. With the help of a friendly groundskeeper, they found his grandfather’s grave without much trouble.

Joshua placed the bouquet on the ground with shaking hands, straightening and staring down at the headstone.

William Smith, beloved husband, father, and grandfather.

They stood for a long time in silence, neither of them really knowing what to say. A few tears spilled but Joshua swiped them away. The reality of the moment was hitting him hard internally. Despite having the knowledge his grandfather had passed, he hadn’t been able to really process it properly, the fact he’d never hear from his grandad again, but this was quite literally etched in stone. His grandfather was gone, dead and buried, here for eternity. A wave of grief washed over him and he sobbed, Robbie holding his friend as long as he needed him to.

Joshua’s fingers gripped Robbie’s jacket as he cried himself out, grateful that he wasn’t here alone. Eventually, he had to lift his head and gulp down air, gladly taking the tissue Robbie offered him; he had obviously prepared well this morning. Patting him on the back, the pair gave one last look at the headstone, and Robbie laughed through his nose, Joshua shooting him a look.

��I still can’t get over the fact your last name’s Smith. How boring.”

Joshua shoved the laughing man away from him with a smile. Kissing the tips of his fingers, he pressed them against the cold stone and told his grandad he loved him.

This trip hadn’t been nearly as painful as his anxiety had led him to believe it would be. Or at least it wouldn’t have been if he hadn’t turned around to lock eyes with his aunt, the both of them wearing the same shocked expression.