#Poob helped a bit with this

[banesberry-anomoly]

Wonder...

[sandpitturtlescove]

our poob's canonical "favourite music is anything upbeat (and weezer)" has been ran through the Autism machine and left a babymetal (and weezer) autism creature - core

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Regretevator hcs with party noob, mozelle, infected and lampert with reader slouched over and have bags under their eyes but insists that they are fine but after talking for a bit reader admits that they havent slept well in a while bc folly keeps giving them bad nightmares?

Could maybe end in them comforting reader and in the end they actually have a good nap in the elevator with them ((angst to fluff my beloved)))

You mentioned wanting Bive added so I'll make sure she's on there!

.......

Party Noob

They're always in the mood to party, of course, but you often seem annoyed by their kazoo constantly going off.

If anything, your attitude towards them is almost comparable to Pest--except you don't say rude things. You're just..quiet and seem tired 24/7.

You always politely turn down Poob's invitations--which makes them sad, although they would never force you to attend any celebration--insisting you were okay.

The bags under your eyes, however, showed otherwise, as they were products of the sleepless nights you've had ever since Folly decided to invade your dreams.

Poob doesn't know this, though, and when you're both alone in the elevator, they finally ask why you never go to their parties, wanting to know what they could do to change your mind.

Then you reveal something surprising:

"It's not you or your parties, Poob. It's....her."

"Her?"

You finally elaborate on Folly and her torment. In the physical world, she knew your fears...and in these past few nightmares she dialed them all up to 11.

Your latest one involved Poob killing you with their horn for daring to show up at their party "uninvited", which horrified the party goer after you finished explaining.

"Wut?! That's not true! You r ALWAYS welcomed to mah parties, friend!! That lady is such a party poober." They frown. "Is that why ur afraid to go to one?"

"Yeah, I'm sorr....wait, you've seen her, too?"

"Yeh! Lotsa times! She always says I'm "special", but...that doesn't sound like a gud thing."

"...haha. No, it's not." You shake your head, finding relief that they could relate to you.

Folly claimed that Poob was repressing a lot of trauma, and their party obsession was just a distraction from something bigger. But obviously you weren't going to believe her.

After that conversation, they're willing to invite you to a chill party at their apartment. There's no crazy loud music. Just TV, video games, sweets, and the company of a friend.

Mozelle

"You don't look so well, dear."

Despite her demonic origins, Mozelle is very concerned for the well-being of her fellow elevator passengers (or at least those who respect her), so she could tell you were far from okay.

You keep insisting that you're tired from exploring so many floors, and for a while she seemed to believe you...

Until one day, she invites you to her castle for tea, and chastises you for lying to a princess.

"It's that abhorrent "dream parasite" that's been giving you nightmares, is it?" She huffs, realizing she was right as your expression changes.

Knowing that she's not gonna hear any more of your excuses, you finally admit that Folly is the reason for your exhaustion.

You try to avoid sleeping for fear of her appearing...and she's well aware of this, as in the physical world she vowed to never let you sleep again.

That terrified you, and Mozelle wanted to throw hands with her SO badly after that.

But instead, she tries working her magic to ensure you got a good night's rest in one of her guest quarter.....with the distant screams of the damned somehow not deterring you from drifting off.

When you awaken, she teleports you to her pet sanctuary, allowing you to help her take care of the odd and cute creatures, and even take another nap with them. 100% nightmare free.

For a "princess of hell", she was certainly acting like a guardian angel.

Unfortunately, she can't protect you 24/7. But if you're both in the elevator, she'll manifest some comfy pillows and blankets just for you (and her, bc she needs her beauty sleep, too!)

Infected

Similarly to you, sleep doesn't come easy for Infected..and it certainly doesn't stick with him for long.

As a gamer, of course, he just doesn't feel like he needs it.

So anytime he saw you come into the elevator, slouched and with dark bags under your eyes, he just assumes you're an "epic gamer" like him who lives by the "sleep is for the weak" mantra.

It's only when you started taking naps in a random corner of the elevator did he express concerns.

"Wh4t h4ppened, bro? G4me t00 hard last night?" He asks. "Trying t0 st4y 0n th4t grind???"

".....no, I was too scared to even leave my bed and go on the computer.."

"0h man, th4t sucks. Why were y0u sc4red? Did the b00geyman visit?"

"......."

"N0 way, did he?? I w4s 0nly kidding-"

"She." You correct, before telling Infected a little about the nightmares Folly has given you these past few days.

But you're sure he's gonna call you crazy or say you're having too much sugar..

However, he can actually relate to some of your bizarre dreams, not realizing you saw the same figure he did.

His virus made him often refuse sleep, but she had some influence in his decision to pull all-nighters, too.

He tried hugging you and while you're adamant about catching his sickness, you accept it for a few moments.

Next time you stop by his floor, he'll let you crash at his apartment to take a nap (but no promises that he's gonna keep quiet while gaming).

Lampert

"Are you getting enough sleep? You don't look too good. And you shouldn't be laying on the elevator floor. It's dirty."

Dude doesn't beat around the bush. He gets right to the point.

You get a little annoyed with his rants about germs so you kinda brush off his concerns and try getting whatever sleep you can (often drifting off while he's rambling)...

Until the one time you jolted awake after Folly made you endure a rather frightening nightmare--and Lampert's the only one in the elevator.

But at this point, he manages to piece things together.

"Oh..is it that annoying dream thing? I haven't seen her ugly face in a while..and I hope I never do again." He huffs. "Sorry you gotta put up with her, [y/n]."

"I've...been managing." You rub your eyes. "I'll admit, you've got guts back-sassing her when she could haunt your dreams at any time."

"Well she's really just pathetic. All that power and she's only interested in dreams? She can't even do anything in the real world. How dumb is that?"

"..it does sound pretty dumb."

"Yeah, she'll move on eventually. She left my bulb when my dreams got too boring for her."

Although that's all the "comfort" Lampert is willing to provide, it's enough for you to realize how ridiculous Folly's fixations on your dreams are.

Next time you're at the ROKEA floor, he'll let you take a nap on one of the couches, but if and only if you promise not to leave any crumbs (or drool) and clean it up before leaving.

Bive

"You see them too, don't you????!!!"

"Wha...?"

"The crimson eyes! What else could I be talking about?" Bive stares at you, the exhaustion on your face being apparent to her.

She's noticed it for a while, in fact, but every time you'd just ignore her wild rants and "conspiracy theories".

Taking naps in the elevator wasn't really an option when she was there, as her staring was uncomfortable and her constant needs to chatter/mumble to herself often kept you awake.

She's offered you coffee in the past, assuming you wanted to stay awake, only to stop after you told her that's the opposite of what you wanted.

After she mentioned "crimson eyes", that's when you realized she was aware of them, too. And aware of her.

When you decide to finally confide in her about your nightmares, Bive shudders and talks about having similar ones, but lately they've stopped...which she hopes is a good thing.

You learn she's terrified of going back to some placed called "The Lab"--likely where she was born--as Folly taunted her about that in the past.

Now you understand her attitude and mannerisms a bit more.

After talking, you feel slightly better, and you try to rest on the elevator floor-

Only for Bive to warn you about the "microscopic dust bunnies who don't like their space being impeded upon".

Will she stop you if you ignore her and fall asleep anyways? No. But she'll make sure nobody disturbs you.

Not that she'll ever tell you she's been keeping guard.

[lamperts-rokea]

Time for me to Yap about my Horror AU.

(ALL IDEAS WERE MADE BY ME - IF SOMETHING SEEMS SIMILAR TO SOMEONE ELSES IT'S COINCIDENCE. I DO NOT INTEND TO COPY ANYONE'S IDEAS.)

⚠️⚠️TW! VIOLENCE, DEATH, GORE, HEAVY TOPICS⚠️⚠️

The Robloxian (you, the player) needed to use the elevator to go somewhere. Unfortunately, the elevator, instead of taking you to a different place, took you to a different DIMENSION! If you don't make it back to the elevator before the doors close, you are stuck there until it arrives again at your location.

You would expect in a Horror AU for Bive to be completely driven crazy by the phenomenons that happen - except she isn't. In fact, she may be one of the most sane characters right now.. until she finds the rotting corpse of Split in Dr RETROS office. Her head was completely torn off from her body, her banana-like shell was split apart and, from the looks of it, dissected on. Parts of her skin were torn off her body, and it seemed as though she had been this way for a while, considering all the blood isn't fresh - it's brown and dried out, and it appears that the remainder of her skin is also turning brown.. just like a banana. Whatever happened to her was cruel and uncalled for.

Bive, after finding her crush's body dismantled, stopped all her current research to find a way to make immortality.. and find a way to bring Split back. However, there isn't a way.. leaving her to crumble over time, constantly trapped in neverending anxiety, until she loses it.. really loses it.

Wallters obsessions only worsened with time. Oftentimes he would find himself coughing up liquid cement.. and blood. His body has cracks everywhere, and due to his constant drinking of Grey Stuff, is now 13 feet tall. He began to notice the effects, but he couldn't stop. Grey Stuff was his lifeline. It had started to get so bad that he began passing out for long periods of time. No one has seen him for a long time when Mark decides to investigate.. finding Wallter on the ground surrounded by concrete and his own, dry blood. He was immediately rushed to a clinic, and he was forced to withdrawal. He has been in the hospital for months.

Absolutely nothing happened to Poob. They're still the same guy.. except sadder. Watching all their friends slowly lose themselves in different ways.. made them a bit more unstable. Many things have intended to harm them, but because of the deity that looks over their life, no harm has befallen them. They kind of wished something bad would happen so they could feel the same pain their friends were.. and try to help his friends through it all.

Oh, Pest.. he had put so much faith into the Doctor. He believed she would never harm him... But boy was he wrong. The last time he was seen, his face was all distorted.. like a Fleshcousins face.. and his mandibles were completely torn off, leaving large red scars where they resided. He looked nearly like a normal Guest.. except he was larger.. a lot larger. Nearly 7 feet. It was assumed DrRETRO had.. experimented on him, trying to turn him into a normal Guest, but in doing so, completely destroyed not only his body, but his mind. His ego. He hides in his home most of the time. The only person that has seen him since is Poob.

Folly has not changed, but for some reason, she has stopped possessing Pest. Perhaps because of what happened to him.. or something else..?

Infected tried to stop it from happening.. but soon he was forced into the Doctors, too. But not to be cured... Oh, no. Something far more sinister. According to the logs DrRETRO kept in a journal of hers, she chained him up, first examining his body and comparing him to another Robloxian she had kept contained. Then, she did a truly heinous thing.. she FORCE FED HIM THE UNPLEASANT, AND THE ROBLOXIAN.. then left him there to rot, bleeding out terribly.. over time he finally broke free and made his way back to his apartment, a 9'4, completely broken, virus-induced beast waiting in silence. After a while he was kicked out of the apartment, and he moved into the alleyway, waiting for someone to save him. For an odd reason, it seemed Kasper had gained some control over the virus after he broke out, but that doesn't stop it from making him feel terrible.

Lampert had to run away. He had to run away from everything, especially after finding out what happened to Wallter. To try and find someone to talk to, he went and searched for infected, only to find what he would describe as something terrible and tortured. He ran back to ROKEA before Infected - or whatever remained of him.. - could follow him. Overwhelmed by grief, of his friends, family, and everyone in between being hurt, he went insane, and killed dozens of Robloxians, all the ones that came into ROKEA.. and his own father figure. After seeing what he has done, he forced himself into a coma, not waking up until someone else does.

Mark was so, so worried for his family. Despite how much he gets on Marks nerves, he truly loves Wallter and wanted him to feel better soon.. but he also loved Lampert, in a way a mother hen loves her chicks. He hadn't heard from Lampert for a while, so he visited the ROKEA, and found his son shaking by himself in a corner.. he was much taller than before.. the poor lamp turned nearly into a mutant, standing at 11'7. And when he looked back at Mark.. the last thing that he ever saw of his own dad was him crushed into smithereens, his head crushed underneath Lamperts metal foot.

Prototype, abandoned from the world, was left in a storage closet, completely rusted by the time he was found again. He was still functional, but all that ever came out after the day he was found were cries of help.

Spud exploded because of a player

Gnarpy was enjoying all the chaos. Everyone scared for their lives, for their minds. Unfortunately, xe was needed back at their home planet for another galactic war.. little did everyone know xe would not be returning to earth, as they had died in battle.

Gregoriah was put out of business, leaving Reddy to rot, also abandoned.

She was pulled back into custody for her crimes upon Robloxians. After being questioned by local law enforcements, what was the only thing that she had to say for herself, after doing all those terrible things to the others..?

"meow, mew." (I was just curious.)

She was found guilty, and was scheduled to be put on death row, but somehow she had escaped the cell, and is currently a wanted fugitive for her crimes. Her whereabouts are unknown, and there are no leads..

And, just because I like being spiteful, STAT dies to a spike.

Pilby is not involved in this AU since they are with Mach.

I have two versions of this story, one being a happy ending where things turn out alright and the other being sad and unfulfilling. I might post some more about this AU, some hcs about it, but right now my fingers hurt and I'm too lazy. But if anyone wants me to go more in-depth about any of the characters such as their designs or more in-depth about their changes, lmk.

This is a WIP so nothing is completely set in stone, but thanks for reading my yapping

[notimetoparty]

Would the pupas molt? Like how many bugs and other creatures with exoskeletons molt if they become too big for their shells or need a repair. Just curious (Also would Poob and Pest probably help the babies molt?)

yea all bugbloxians molt as they grow. this also includes the grubs considering they are half bugbloxian... i imagine it's already a sucky process considering they are two types of species that grow in different ways.... probably fucks them up a bit. massive growing pains

i'm sure pest definitely helps and poob also tries to once they learn how -flint

[lildreamycyclone]

Creamy Swirl

(PartyBeetle fluff, not req)

WARNING: TEETH ROT

It was a sunny day. Poob and Pest walked on the bridge, holding hands. Poob hopped forward, with a big smile, while Pest caressed his sweetheart's paw. He would deny it, but he loved holding it in his own hand. "oh, i luv sunni days like dis!" Poob giggled. They kept running, their rainbow shoes not slowing down. Suddenly, they stopped, and gasped excitedly. They saw an ice cream truck nearby, which belonged to Crem. The ice cream creature peeked under the pink-white striped awning, giving cold sweets to their customers. "pesty, can we go hav sum ice cream? pleeeaaase?" Poob said to Pest, with big puppy eyes. "もちろんです。(Of course." Pest shrugged, in fact, he had craving for some sweets. "yay!" Poob jumped happily, clapping their hands. They rushed to the truck, grabbing Pest with them. "hai, crem!" they greeted, waving. Crem just smiled softly and waved back. Poob looked at the price-list near the counter, sticking their pink tongue out. Pest meanwhile studied the counter, where tasty frozen desserts waited to be scooped. "can i hav a creamy swirl?" Poob asked after a while of bleping. They turned their head to Pest. "and u, pesty?" "I'll take… chocolate ice cream…" Pest mumbled.

Soon, Pest and Poob sat on the birch bench with their ice cream. Poob munched their creamy swirl, swaying their chubby legs. They still held Pest's hand, smiling. Then, Pest noticed a bit of creamy ice cream on Poob's cheek. "Wait…" he muttered. Then he gently caressed Poob's face, wiping the stain away. The partier giggled bashfully. "thanks, pesty!" Pest rolled his eyes, continuing his own choco ice cream. He would prefer some sweet fruit sherbert, like strawberry one, but it was sold out. Chocolate was also good, after all. Actually, he was glad to help out Poob, but well. He was naturally tsundere. "oh!" Poob said out of blue. They saw a little bit of choco ice cream on Pest's face. They reached their paw to wipe it off, but they got a better idea in their thinky place. With a mischevious grin, they kissed Pest's cheek. The feeling of soft lips on his skin made the beetle-creature's face turn crimson. He gently pushed away Poob, his horns lowering down. "wut? i just kissied it off!" Poob chuckled. "ur ice cream is yummeh! "ありがとう… (Thanks…)" Pest whispered, still blushing in embarrasement. "u did not try mah ice cream yet!" Poob handled their creamy swirl to Pest. The beetle-creature sighed and licked the dessert, accidentally getting some ice cream on where his nose should be. When he realized it, he looked at Poob, gulping nervously. "ごめんなさい… (Please, don't…)" But Poob didn't listen, placing another kiss on Pest's face. "大嫌いです… (I hate you…)" Pest said, blushing a lot, his horns and mandibles twitching. Poob just giggled, and hugged him.

[nya-nya-agere]

Hi!

I love your blog! Do you have Little Poob HCs? <333

Hi hi!! I don’t usually do HCs, but why not!

(TW for nightmares and vent regression! Prefaced with 🎁)

🎉 Regresses around 1-4

🎉 Personally, I like Pest being their main caregiver, but Dr. Retro is always around to help!

🎉 They adore stickers! If they get a sheet, stickers are going all over them, their caregiver, and their toys

🎉 A very independent baby! They don’t really know how to accept help well, so they always try to do something in return for their CG! Even if they don’t exactly have the motor skills for it. (They help clean their messes too!)

🎉 They misunderstand things a lot, especially when they’re regressed, so you’ll have to be very direct with them!

🎉 They love playing kid’s party games when they’re small, like Simon Says, Twister, and Charades!

🎉 They’re already not a fan of healthy food, so it’s even harder to get them to eat right while small. However, you miiiight be able to trick them with a nice fruit smoothie

🎁 They try their best to be what they think is a “good baby”, and tends to pretend like everything’s okay

🎁 It took a bit for Pest to notice, since he figured Poob was just always happy and energetic like that. He makes sure to remind them that regression is supposed to be time for them to relax, and that he’ll always be there for them ❤️

🎁 We know they had constant nightmares from a certain dream parasite at one point, but just because she isn’t messing with Poob anymore, doesn’t mean their nightmares have stopped. They just have average nightmares now, brought on by their trauma.

🎁 They usually wake up regressed when their nightmares get bad, and they always try to deal with it on their own. However, Pest makes sure to comfort them when he stays over. They’re slowly getting used to going to Pest and Dr. Retro for help!

That’s all I have for now!! Thanks for the ask!

[molarbeardoc]

HI I’M SORRY FOR THE SPIVE ANGST SORRY CHAT PLEASE LOVE ME I’M SORRY PLEASE LOOK I’M DOING FLUFF TO MAKE YOU HAPPY PLEASE DON’T PLACE MY HEAD ON STICK PWETTY PWEASEEEEE I’M JUST A BABY A BABY WRITER DON’T HURT MWEEEEEEE

Fanfic based off THIS LOVELY PERSON’S ART PLEASE SHOW THEM SOME LOVE NOWWWWW 💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤

Anyway fanfic starts now :3

Mornings…

Who would want to leave the soft and warm comfort of their bed? The embrace of one’s sheets wrapped around them as if they were but a small infant once more.

There was not a single person in the world who actually enjoyed getting up.

Absolutely no one..

Not a single person…

Nope!

Okay that might have been just a teeny tiny lie…

Well… Not really a lie? How am I supposed to know, I’m just a narrator get off my back!

Moving on…

There really was one person who enjoyed mornings. For her, that meant she had lived to see another day. That she had evaded capture once more. No one could catch a genius, a reborn, intuitive Einstein as she would say. That’s right! Bive was the smartest cookie there was!

Mornings were a sign of hope, that she still had a chance to spread the truth! A chance to save everyone. Of course some were too far gone to be saved and would have to suffer the consequences for when the clowns came and snow soldiers took over but they picked their poison. They made their bed. They dug their graves. Now they had to lay in them when the time came.

Besides! Even if she couldn’t save everyone, she could save some of them! She could use her cleverness to think of plans to save those who listened. Her brains to find solutions to their biggest problems. She could accomplish anything as long as she was wide awake, as long as the gears in her head were constantly turning!

…

So why weren’t they spinning now?

She stared at her corkboard, her expression dull as she leaned against the brick wall of the maze. She felt horrible. Her head was killing her and her special brew wasn’t helping her in the slightest. If anything it made it worse! She felt top heavy and ill, her arms and legs acted as if they were a fruity gelatine. Maybe even a sweet lime flavour gelatine…

If that didn’t sound awful already. She was groggy and irritated. Her cat-like reflexes were more like a snail’s and her vision would occasionally blur.

What in the name of Clown Militia was going on with her?!

She let out an annoyed groan as she used the wall to keep herself upright before eventually succumbing and falling over. It was as if her own body were betraying her!

Useless vessel. Didn’t know she was the reason it was even alive! Talk about ungrateful…

There had to be someone she could trust to assist her. DrRETRO? No. That furball thought she was insane. Poob? No. They’d make it worse with their constant partying. Mark? He’d try and fix her with some sort of wood trick. Wallter? He trusts the flowers… Absolutely not…

Wait… God it was worse than she thought. She couldn’t even CONTACT any of them! None of them had her signal! Oh the fool she was! A complete and total fool!

Who had her radio signal..? Her memory was a bit fogged at the moment but she knew she gave it to someone..

Aha! Split! At least she thinks so? She couldn’t remember very well. She reached for her radio, twisting and turning the knobs as she attempted to reach the fruit-taur, letting out a cry of pain from the feedback and hissing through her teeth.

She let out a quiet sigh, trying to ignore the splitting pain that shot through her head, with every knob turn a new static frequency filling the air. Her voice croaking as she spoke into the radio.

"Split?"

"Split are you there?!"

The fruit-taur was sleeping peacefully in her own bed, a small banana-themed night light shining on her nightstand beside her alarm clock. It was still frankly early, only about 4am.

All was quiet…

"SPLIT!"

… Until it wasn’t…

Split immediately shot up, breathing heavily as she was suddenly awoken from her restful slumber. Her heart racing as she glanced around frantically.

"WHO’S THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF! I KNOW KUNG FU! I’VE SEEN ENOUGH MOVIES TO KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!"

Despite being unable to see, she immediately went on the defensive, tensing up as she tried to look as threatening as possible.

"Split…? Split are you there? Split..? Split!"

She turned towards her nightstand, the adrenaline dying down as it slowly became replaced with tired realization. She grabbed her glasses, putting them on before reaching for the radio.

"SPLIT?! Oh no. DID THE CLOWNS GET YOU?! OH GOD THIS IS AWFUL THEY KIDNAPPED HER?! WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! If they got her… THEN THEY’RE ATTACKING NOW! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! THAT MEANS THEY’RE COMING FOR ME NEXT! I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY CATCH ME AND-"

"Bivey, you’re spiralling again…"

Bive’s side of the radio went quiet, as if she were processing the moment before answering.

"SPLIT YOU’RE OKAY- AcK- Ow ow radio feedback ow."

Split couldn’t help but smile, finding her worry endearing before speaking up.

"Yes, I’m fine. What’s going on with you? It’s uh…"

She glanced at the clock.

"Four in the morning. I don’t even think the early bird gets up this early!"

"IT’S AN EMERGENCY! THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!"

"What-?"

Well that was concerning news.

"What do you mean something is wrong with you?"

"MY BODY IS ACTING WEIRD. I THINK I MAY HAVE BEEN POISONED! SOMEONE POISONED ME!"

She listened as the detective rambled on and on, blinking as she tried to slowly put everything together.

"Poisoned-? Bive what-? No one poisoned you. You probably just have a cold."

"THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! I CAN’T GET SICK! I-"

"Okay okay fine! You’re not sick! Just calm down."

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I’VE BEEN POISONED?!"

"Oh my… Bive? Just… Stay calm for now? I’ll be over soon."

Guess she wasn’t sleeping in like she originally planned. She sighed as Bive rambled some incoherent words before the radio went dead, having no clue what she said before she got up. She was just in a comfortable T-shirt, that’s decent enough to go out.

It’s not like anyone would see her, it was too early for someone to be out and about on the elevator… Apart from her of course…

Bive was leaning against the wall, her head still throbbing and body still weak. She felt awful. There was no way she WASN’T poisoned. How was this even possible?! Even if they DID make it through the maze, how did they catch her off guard?! She was awake the whole time!

This was worse than she thought. Her enemies were getting smarter. They had found her location, slipped through the maze, and caught her off guard while she was on guard! Oh this was horrible. Truly terrible! How could she save anyone in her weakened state?!

The next hours were spent in agony. Well at least it felt like hours, it had really been only thirty minutes as she sat there patiently. Waiting for the Split’s arrival.

Speaking of Split, she was already stepping off the elevator, standing outside of the maze as she yawned. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, it wasn’t even dawn. She entered the maze, knowing her way decently enough to where she couldn’t get lost and only worrying about Scary Mike and an overly excited Fleshy, more so Mike, as she navigated herself through it.

Turning one of corners, she noticed the soft glow of a yellow light. Bingo. She quickened her pace down the hall, the strong scent of coffee wafting over her as the glow became stronger. Soon enough, she was met with the living quarters of the paranoid detective.

It was just as unorganized as she remembered, red string and empty styrofoam cups littered the floor. At least she listened to her the last time Split was over and picked up the thumbtacks, those were just accidents waiting to happen. Her floppy ears lifted as she heard a quiet and pained groan, looking down to see that Bive was on the floor, against the wall, with her head in her hands.

"Bive?"

She let out a startled yelp, trying to jump back only to met with a brick wall as she hissed through gritted teeth. That didn’t help with her headache and weak body at all… She looked up at the fruit-taur, a wave of relief and realization washing over her.

"SPLIT-! HI! HELLO…"

"Are you okay?"

"No! I’ve been POISONED! I’m going to DIE!"

"You’re not going to die."

"YES I AM!"

"Why do you think that?"

"BECAUSE THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!"

She winced in pain as she felt another debilitating stroke of pain shoot through her head, gritting her teeth and using the wall to stand as she leaned against it. Seeing her state, Split grew concerned. Her being poisoned was a stretch but there was very well a chance she may have done or eaten something that could cause her this much harm.

"Can you tell me exactly what you’re feeling right now..?"

"Er-! A stupid headache… I feel a bit nauseous… lightweight… Annoyed with everything.."

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes…"

"Have you had some water?"

"..Yes…"

"Have you slept..?"

"…"

"Have. You. Slept?"

"Uh… No…"

"When’s the last time you have?"

"…"

"Bive… When was the last time you slept?"

"Hold on. I’m trying to remember…"

"You shouldn’t have to remember! It should’ve been recently!"

"BUT THAT LEAVES ME VULNERABLE TO THE CLOWNS AND SO-"

"You’re also vulnerable to them if you DON’T sleep!"

Touché…

"Oh please, I’m not even tired!"

"Doesn’t mean anything!"

"I think it means a lot!"

"Do you want to feel better or not?"

"I do."

"Then go to sleep!"

"But-!"

"No no! I don’t wanna hear it. No buts! If you’re that worried about being attacked by someone, I can just stay with you! Problem solved!"

Bive stared at Split for a moment. She’s never had her stay over. But seeing how much the fruit-taur wanted her to sleep, she knew she didn’t have much of a choice.

"Fine."

"Thank you…"

Split watched as the detective huffed and left to go get ready for bed, smiling as she grumbled underneath her breath. Even if she wasn’t happy with the idea, it was certainly necessary.

She continued to wait patiently before Bive reappeared, no longer in her classic coat and pants but in her own sleepwear.

"I don’t like this."

"Too bad. You need it."

"Do I though?"

"Go to bed."

Seeing as she wasn’t going to be able to wriggle herself away from this situation, she groaned before heading off back to her room, falling onto the bed and just laying there while waiting for fall asleep. She wasn’t very good at this thing…

Split stood outside the door, still feeling sluggish but forcing herself to stay awake. She had no idea what time it was since Bive owned no clocks; something about time being stopped and how every other clock was a fake, but it felt as if it were still early. She felt herself dozing off, but tried to fight against it. Right as she was about to drift off to sleep, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"Split…? I can’t sleep."

She jerked awake, staring down at Bive before sighing.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine! Just tired.."

"Oh…"

"…"

"Do you wanna sleep in my bed?"

"What?"

"I MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE TO! I just thought.. Ya know!"

She stared tiredly down at the stammering and jittery detective, a small grin appearing on her face.

"I’ll take you up on that offer…"

Bive paused, looking at Split before forcing out a nervous laugh.

"AHAH! Uh OKAY!"

She led the fruit-taur into her room, watching as she dragged her paws towards the bed. She paused midway before looking towards Bive.

"Wait. Where are you gonna sleep?"

"Uhh… I just… won’t? Since I’m not tired..?"

She gave her a nervous smile, flashing her yellow tinted teeth at Split. Unfortunately for her, the other’s gaze hardened.

"Alright, I’ll just fix it this way."

Before she could get a reply out, she was dragged into the bed with her, the fruit-taur was holding her close as she sighed.

"This… This isn’t necessary you know?"

"Yes it is."

"But-"

"Bivey?"

"… Yes?"

"Goodnight."

"… Goodnight, Split.."

Bive fell quiet, listening quietly as Split’s breathing eventually slowed into quiet snores. She laid there a moment, before clinging onto the other, snuggling against her before sighing. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her as she began drifting off.

"Goodnight…"

RAHHHHHHH FANFIC FINISHED. Sorry if it isn’t as good as my angst fic, I hope you enjoyed it though!!!!!

Omw to work on the Cheshire Cat doomed yuri fanfic someone double dog dared me to write now bye sillies <3

[brockthedancerguy]

[Brocks relationships with everyone]

[YES]

[BTW i colorcoded the text]

[Orange: Not friends, but not enemies.]

[Green: Friend]

[Red: Enemy]

[Blue: knows who they are, but has pretty much never spoken to them]

[Pink: Family/Found family]

[Purple: BEST FRIENDSSSSSSSSS]

Bive - Brock does get a bit uncomfortable sometimes around her, but other than that, he thinks that she's pretty nice!

drRETRO - Brock trusts her and thinks she's REALLY COOL. He has asked for her to use her lasers at a party at least once.

Fleshcousin - Brock gets kind of uncomfortable around FleshCousin.

Gnarpy - Brock hates xem. He thinks that xey are very rude.

Infected - Brock and Infected are best buddies! Brock doesnt mind that Infected is sick.

Jermbo - Brock has heard of Jermbo before, but has never seen them.

Lampert - Brock barely sees Lampert, but when he does, he somehow manages to get into a conversation of some sort.

Mark - I dont know what to even put here.

MR - Brock hates this little creature. MR reminds him to much of... someone Brock knows.

Poob - Brock and Poob are buddies! They commonly party together!

Pest - Brock doesnt exactly... trust Pest.

Pilby - Brock feels really bad for Pilby and helps comfort them when theyre sad.

Prototype - Brock and Prototype are really good friends!

Reddy - Brock is a bit weirded out by the weird ass robot.

Split - Brock gets along really well with Split!

Spud - Brock knows that Gnarpy did something bad to Spud, he just doesnt know what. Him and Spud get along pretty well!

Unpleasant - NO. JUST. NO.

Wallter - Same as with Mark.

Clover - Brock wishes that this creature would just fucking die.

Enphoso - Brock doesnt really know Enphoso.

Jeremy - Brock also wishes that this creature would just fucking die.

The Cashier - Suprisingly, Brock and Cashier get along really well!

Crem - Who?

Emerson - Brock and Emerson are best friends! They always compete against each other in skeeball.

Miche - Brock doesnt really like Miche that much, especially after Miche sent him a bomb one day.

SwibbleDib - Who???

Yum Zlurpie - Who??

Gregoriah - BESTIESSSSSS!

Sab - Also best friends!

Mach - Brock doesnt really know much about Mach, but has a bad feeling about her.

[fictionkinfessions]

i had really bad kin dysphoria a bit ago so i went to dollar tree to get some party horns and my horrible feelings were cured instantly . shopping for party favors is the BEST <:3 recommended for ALL POOBS to do so AT ANY MOMENT!!! it helps TREMENDOUSLY <:3

-poob (#🕹️👾🎸)

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[hecctor-regretevator]

Hecctor's ratings and opinions on his fellow elevator goers!

Poob: 7/10, a bit loud at times.

Pest: 1/10. Pity points.

Split: 9/10, tells nice jokes, but is somewhat annoying and/or insensitive at times. I know she doesn't mean it, though!

Bive: 5/10, works with the doctor, but she doesn't tattle. Mainly because of the threats.

Mark: 10/10!! Very cool!! Wood #1!!

Wallter: ?/10. [Would it be self hate if I said 2?]

Spud!: 8/10, very nice! We get along well! We're also scarily similar.

Gnarpy: 3/10, looks cool, but they aren't very nice.

Infected: 2/10, disgusting! Doesn't want to get treatment! He needs help but he doesn't take it!!

Lampert: 10/10, very nice!

Unpleasant: 0/10.

Pilby: 9/10, they think I'm scary but I just wanna be their friend :(

Reddy: 5/10, weird robot. Cracks concrete very easily. How is this for kids??

Folly: 4/10, nice sometimes, but mostly talks about things I don't like.

DrRETRO: 0/10.

Scag: 6/10, I don't understand her, but she's.. coolmaxxing? Coolpilled??

Prototype: 9/10, very nice! Loves asking questions.

MR: 2/10, weird and unnerving. Sets me on fire sometimes. It doesn't really hurt.

Fleshcousin: 10/10, brother!!! Sister?.. sibling!!!

[markthemannequin]

Would you ever be willing to help poob fix their destroyed apartment?

Whoof, not after th' last fifty times! Always up t' lend a helpin' hand, but.. that feller's gotta real problem.

If'ya don't want yer' house shredded ta' bits, don't invite over literal homewreckers!

[hallows-evening]

Skaterbeetle fic based (kinda lol) off of this drawing!!! (Skaterpartybeetle if you squint..) Enjoy ^w^

I made this VERY late at night and while tired as heck so I'm sorry if there's any typos or things are worded weirdly, brain was not braining /silly

It's cold outside, so Pest and Infected decided to warm up in Poob's apartment while they were away shopping.... and then Pest finds an interesting discovery about Infected.

⚠️ This is a tickle fic, if that makes you uncomfortable then move on!!!! ⚠️

NSFW / PROSHIP / FETISH DNI

🍂 Ler!Pest, Lee!Infected, Ler!Poob at the very end :3

Infected yawned and stretched, snuggling closer to Pest laying behind him. They were both (or was) watching T.V. and whatever was on at the time, which happened to be some sort of cartoon about objects.

Pest was bored out of his mind, and he was getting agitated over how Infected had made them watch it and there he was, dozing off.. in his arms. His agitation lessened seeing him look so comfortable, but he needed to figure out a way to keep Infected awake since he didn't want to suffer this show alone. Their hands felt cold, and an idea popped into his head on how to warm them up.

He slowly moved his four hands to Infected's waist, stopping when he sniffled from his allergies. Pest chittered. "Psst." Infected drowsily opened his eyes, and mumbled out, "Huh? wat?" Pest smiled.

"My hands are cold, I thought you could help me warm them up?" Pest adjusted them both, shifting to half laying on Infected. "Whuh... how?" Confused, and a bit scared at their sudden friendly facade, Infected sat up slightly, head now resting on the couch armrest and looking at Pest nervously. It was never a good sign when Pest actually smiled at you, especially when it looked as mischevious as it does now.

Pest turned his head and focused on the T.V., still smiling. "Is this fine?" They moved their hands up Infected's shirt, earning a gasp from him, with a little hint of something else. A giggle, it sounded like.

"DUDE your haNDS!!! Are FREEZING!!!!!!" He shifted on the couch, not sure how to feel about the freezing cold hands laying on his stomach and sides. Other than the ice cold sensation, the soft pawpads on Pest's hands, and the blunt yet sharp claws, it tickled. Infected blushed, squirming and growing more nervous and reaaally hoping the giggles bubbling up in him would dare not escape.

Pest chuckled. "Well.. it's working. If you don't mind." He turned his head back to Infected, somewhat surprised at how flustered he looked already, but not missing the wobbly smile he was trying but failing to stop. "You okay?" They softly trailed their fingers up Infected's torso. He jolted with a soft and giggly yelp. "GEHEHT YOUR HAHANDS OHF-" Infected yelled and playfully swatted at Pest, accidentally smacking their mandibles, making Pest's head tilt down.

He growled and slowly looked back up at Infected, noticing the fear but also playful excitement in his eyes. "You asked for it." Infected moved to grab Pest's hands from up his shirt, opening his mouth to say something.. but all that came out was a shriek as Pest started tickling his belly with one set of hands, the others against his sides.

Infected bucked, making Pest decide to sit on his legs to make it where he can't accidentally kick him off the small couch. "PEHEHAHAHAAST??!????" Infected laughed, anything else he wanted to say being lost to the giggles and wheezes spilling out of him. He flailed his arms frantically since he couldn't put the energy into kicking his legs, using them to either try and stop Pest's attack on his torso, or to cover his face in embarassment. Infected couldn't remember the last time somebody actually tickled him, the closest thing to it having been from when his cat Poptart would do biscuits on him. Having his boyfriend do it to him literally? Whole other territory, exciting but scary territory.

Pest lessened the tickle attack on him, taking in his reddened cheeks from smiling so much and melting at the affection he was receiving. Infected breathed in, before falling into another bout of giggles as Pest moved his top set of arms to tracing his ears and jawline, and the lower moving down to his hips. Infected let out a squeal as they poked and scritched them, the soft fabric of his pajamas making it feel more tickly. He was so focused on trying to grab Pest's hands that he hadn't noticed that they had lifted his chin until he was forced to look straight at him. Ruby red looking into deep amethyst.

Pest stopped tickling him momentarily to plant a quick kiss on Infected's lips, finding him being shocked at it hilarious. Infected whined, smiling and covering his face.

"Hey. You. Why are you hiding your face?" Pest teased, gently grabbing Infected's arm and pulling it away from his face. "You're- YOU ARE makINg ME- SNRT-" His eyes widened at the sound he just made and the jolt he felt as his knee was squeezed. Oh that jerk.

"NOHOHOT COOL DUHUHUDE!!-" He snorted again, Pest finding amusement in it. "'Not cool dude!' Exactly why I'm doing this, I'm trying to be a warm dude." They adjusted themself, letting Infected's legs free but still squeezing and scribbling his fingers under his knees. They took note of each squeeze and the snort and giggle and laugh that it produced, surprising himself with the joy he felt making Infected laugh like this.

Pest quick squeezed one of his knees, making Infected kicked out. Pest dodged quickly, grabbing his leg. If they hadn't moved out of the way in time, he would have been socked right in the face, and Pest let out a growl at that sudden realization. "Did you just try to kick me? Did you really?"

Infected tried pulling his leg back, getting nervous at the glare he was receiving from Pest. "Reflexes!! You know! Dr. Retro has a little hammer-" His excuse was interrupted by himself barking out a laugh and bouncing at the electric sensation of Pest using a claw to scribble his socked sole. "Mhm yeah, we all know about the reflex hammer."

He tried desperately to yank his leg back but to no avail, Pest being so much more stronger than him. Infected knew he probably wouldn't last long with those claws of Pest's and the soft material of his socks, a terrifying duo he did not want to experience (although.. he wouldn't admit this, but he kinda did). His blush deepened and his heartrate got faster as Pest continued to hold down his ankle, glaring at him. "I'm sorryyy.." Infected whined.

Pest's eyes became half-lidded as he looked at him, almost with a tired expression. "Yeah. Uh huh. Sure. I'm sure you're very sorry." They quickly grabbed Infected's other ankle before he could stop them, holding both down with his top set of arms. Infected sat up fully, about to try and grab Pest but at that moment they struck his feet with soft scribbles and pokes, taking advantage of the fabric between their fingers and Infected's foot. He scream-laughed, loud enough that Pest was a bit scared one of the neighboring residents were going to come check in on them.

Infected slammed back down on the couch and tilted his head back, cackling hysterically and flopping everywhere where he could. It felt like being electrocuted, the sensations making his brain melt to where he couldn't think a single coherent thought. He wrapped his arms around his torso, not sure what to do with them anymore as he laughed his heart out. In his flailing, he ended up knocking the pillows under him off the couch, making Pest scoff. "Poob's gonna get upset seeing their pillows scattered everywhere right after they just cleaned." Infected let out a snort at that, and Pest looked up and towards his face, heart melting at how happy and at ease he looked (other than the violent flailing that was happening at the same time.) His goofy smile and joyful expression, his fluffy hair turning into a mess as he shook his head, they found it adorable.

They were surprised at how sensitive Infected was, finding it interesting all the little spots that made him tic. It reminded him of Poob, in a way, with how you could barely touch them and they'd be a giggly mess just at the teasing and anticipation alone. Pest was so into his thoughts that when he heard Infected's laugh getting wheezy in a worrying way, he snapped out of it and and they stopped their onslaught on his feet, letting his ankles free.

Infected instantly gasped for air, giggling hysterically and quickly pulling his legs up to his chest. He sniffled and wiped the tears off his cheeks, feeling lightweight and dizzy. Pest slithered up to him and wrapped his arms around him, resting their head on his shoulder, their hair tickling his neck and making Infected let out breathy hiccups.

After around 10 minutes of just laying together in an embrace, they both stilled at the sound of the door unlocking, opening, then closing, and they both nervously turned to look in the doorway. Poob stood there, holding a few bags of groceries and hair ruffled with a few bits of snowflakes on their jacket. "Seriously? On the couch?" They laughed, setting the groceries down on the breakfast table. Both Infected and Pest blushed, Infected scrambling and falling off the couch ungracefully and making Pest laugh.

"Pest was tickling mEeeEe!!! Under the guise of WARMING HIS HANDS." He said dramatically, leaning against the couch and wiping his face, not even trying to stop the smile that formed on his face at the realization of what happened settled in. He felt like his heart would burst if he even dared to look at Pest.

Poob smirked and leaned on the doorway threshold. "Oh, was he?" they said smugly, moving towards Infected and wiggling their fingers. He yelped, scooting away from Poob's fast approaching figure but accidentally falling right into Pest's arms. He trapped him, grinning as Infected struggled and Poob closed in on him. "Poob has been out in the freezing cold, you should also let them warm up." He teased, making Infected blush and stammer, his voice getting high pitched. "t-thErE'S NO WAY THAT actUALLy WORKED????"

"Pest's right, I'm freezing. I gotta see this for myself!" Laughing and playful yelling ensued.

[lamperts-rokea]

ABOUT THIS PAGE: please read before sending any asks!!!

Character headcanons/canons

He/him pronouns and an unlabled sexuality (canon)

6'0 (life-size lamp lol), pretty closed in for the most part (headcanon)

ADHD (canon)

He doesn't have any parents, but considers Wallter and Mark his parent figures (headcanon)

Enjoys the classics and old-timey music and fashion. Wears bowties often (canon)

He hates germs, yet loves exploring the outside world and the things/people there. (Canon)

Hates being touched, but will condone it on occasion. (Headcanon)

Has hand sanitizer on him at all times, along with other things that could come in handy in an emergency. (Headcanon)

Loves meatballs and seals more than his non-existent first born (canon, probably)

He gets easily nervous and can have panic attacks very easily if he doesn't keep his emotions under control. (Headcanon)

ROLEPLAY HEADCANONS

Lampert acts different near different people. Here's some examples:

-his relationship with his parents(Wallter and Mark) has been a bit rocky since they divorced. He believes they never should have divorced as it is likely he'll probably bring it up. Since they basically raised him, he still tries to treat them with respect.

-he's been in love with Kasper for a long time, and Kasper is the only reason Lampert keeps Infected close to him. He'll likely act nervous when he's near Infected, both due to their past and his germaphobia.

-he'd consider Split and Poob friends of a friend. He treats them with respect for the most part, but he sees Poob as a bit stupid, and Split as a bit overbearing.

-he'll try and kill unpleasant

-he would consider his relationship with Dr. RETRO completely professional, only trying to help her find a cure to the Virus. He slightly admires her work and dedication.

-For the most part, he feels neutral about Bive. He thinks she's gross and should go take multiple showers, but also he admires her dedication to her severe delusional antics.

-Lampert hates bugs, and Pest is no exception, especially since he acts like one. Pilby, on the other hand, he could probably get along with. If anything, Lampert feels bad for them. Both of them.

-prototype slightly freaks him out a bit, always scanning people and asking such personal questions. But he can handle that. What he can't handle is the fact Prototype doesn't look all that polished and pristine as robots should.

-ew ew ew Reddy red ball diner gross

-If anything, he feels sorry for Spud. His current physical issues are enough to make one gag out of sympathy, but it's also the fact that Spud is brain damaged that really makes Lampert sad for him.

Blog and ooc

My name is Skylar, but you can refer to me as Sky outside of any roleplays!

I am a MINOR.

I am transmasc and go by he/they

I fucking LOVE Evade, Pressure and Regretevator and I'm so happy about their collab

Scene kid >_<

Asks are and always will be open 24/7. I go to school and have a job, so I might not get to you right away - please be patient ‼️

Please no NSFW asks. I'm not comfortable with that.

Art requests are open, but I might not do everyone's.

OOC asks are accepted (out of character - for Instance, I speak in purple and Lampert speaks in orange.)

Please be patient with me! I'm new to Tumblr and I have never had an account before, so everything is foreign to me!

Please don't be afraid to send asks! I promise I don't bite! ^_^

[notimetoparty]

im over here wondering how wallter would react to the grubs since i hc that hes awesome w taking care of children,,,,,

i love wallter so much

anyway wallter is going to be a very good protective figure to pest AND the grubs in this. same with mark.

idk when i'll ever get to it with the comic considering how BUSY I AM ALL THE TIME LATELY!!!! so i can share a bit of the ideas for funsies

mark will be offering pest and the grubs refuge in his world! and the grubs will be taking bites out of EVERYTHINNNNG they are little beasts. mark is still kind of scared of pest but poob and the kids are enough to get him to bend nigh immediately as a dad himself. mark does get nibbled here and there tho bless her heart they have to deal with so much during this part

as for wallter. wallter is big and strong and protective he is a Wall guys. he puts himself between pest + the grubs and the macabre city government at some point and protects them from those guys and hides them behind himself. pretty easy to hide things behind you when you are like a 10ft WALL just imagine pest's eyes squinting angrily from a dark shadowy spot where he's crouched behind wallter's legs it's really funny

wallter and mark are both dads themselves in this au. they absolutely help another dad out without question even tho wallter can be a bit of a judgemental asshole at times in this and i mean this in the silliest way -flint

[setoronini]

PLEASE READ IN FULL!!

Before making assumptions or stuff about me or what i like /gen

Would be appreciated!! ^.^

My name is Setoroni! He/Him + Neos that can be found in my Pronouns Page above

Actually all my info is in my Pronouns page. Well most of it

PLEASE TELL ME IF I DO SOMETHING WRONG I AM PROBABLY MISINFORMED OR STUPID

I talk too much. Or tyepe whateve

> TAGS

- Main Tags

#★ = Fav Posts, usually used for reblogs

#seto art = My art tag!

#seto translations = Mainly for @.expungedagalungagoo 's @.ask-unpleasant blog when I feel like being helpful

#backstage textposts = Explanatory. I talk.

#seto shitpost = similar to textpost but this is me doing whatever and acting like I'm talking to a close friend

#seto status = I update random people on the Internet on my wellbeing

- Misc Tags

#artfight creatives = Anything AF related

↓extra info under cut↓

My ssona..

His name is my name (seto) be nice

Why do i use chat and type in blue and white?

Because ican (scratches an itch in my brain and nice to look at)

Socials

Yah...

Only posting art on Artfight N Tumblr

↑ Yah if u see like 15 stars Thats Me Im Very Specific About It Being 15 Stars

I recommend good music trust. I have 1500 song playlist and their all vocaloid or old rock

Im mainly reposting on this becayse i post my art rarely.kinda. because im a BABY. But eh. usually repost infected art n stuff...

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RAT LIST

(friend list on tumblr in order of chaos or something)

(go follow them)

@.kinoko-draws

My rat child that i hate so much i have known them too long

@.expungedagalungagoo

I found them and now we are friends its called telekinesis i think or something like that its magic.

@.fymo-blogs

Translation stealer

Do not test me

/playful

TBA as i get to run around with free access to the world

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some things to note ≈∞≈

I'm not diagnosed with anything but Anxiety due to my current situation, but I don't care if you make jokes toward me about (an)other disorder(s) (trust me I am way too used to it to gaf and find it a bit funny)

I will usually be online most of the time, and if I'm not I'm probably asleep or doing chores

I have a Disabled uncle with Epilepsy and Intellectual Disability (plus other issues) that I take care of, please take that into account

I take behaviors from people around me/i interact with

I cannot pay attention to multiple fandoms at once and stay heavily focused at one at a time (currently that'd be Regretevator)

I'm a Minor, mid-late teens

I have writing issues so I might use tonetags and misspell often!!

My brain physically starts crashing sometimes be patient with my dumbass

Ill make a card one day with Patience....be patient...

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In reference to Ships :

I ship everything as long as it's legal and not weird as shit. If something exists i like it, if it doesn't i like it, most if not all ships will always be above "no opinion but i like it" or will be "never seen or havent thought much about it to have an opinion."

Plus im a really big polyam ship lover ← polyamorous person

WHERE THE HELL IS MY JEREMY X INFECTED X UNPLEASANT X LAMPERT X POOB X PEST ART. WHERE IT AT. WHERES MY TRASHED PARTY (™ (not really its fun to say)) AT.

I do enjoy ships with Infected more, but that's just because infected is my favorite and I project onto him too much.

^ any ship with the guys above this message is a win 4 me

In reference to my own Headcanons :

I dont push my hcs onto anyone, especially not with things like dynamics, sexualities, gender, etc. I'm the one who steals headcanons and projects onto my favs, and honestly a lot of people are super creative with their own headcanons.

Also I'm very fluid with my headcanons so I can't really state them? I do have genders and sexualities for some characters settled.

In reference to being Mutuals/Friends :

I literally classify anyone as a friend until proven otherwise*, If I am actually all friendly and comfy with you you are friend status. Which is everyone. Their mini-specifics in that but those aren't important everyone is a friend or higher if I interact/interacted with you

* proven otherwise in this situation meaning like basic dni criteria (?) (illegal stuff, in general being a weirdo /neg, not respecting other peoples boundaries). I am not good in agruments