#SHIRT? SWEATER? DOESNT MATTER

[yakool-foolio]

Have we as a community come to the conclusion, based on that one singular shot of Yakou wearing the peacekeeper uniform, that he would absolutely rock a turtleneck? Cause if no one else has, then I shall be the highest bidder on that slice of truth!

[luveline]

oooh! just had an idea!!! bombshell reader x spencer where he comes over to her apartment one day on the weekend to suprise her with breakfast/flowers bc they just started dating. however, bombshell is in sweats/no makeup/messy hair when she answers but when she sees its spencer, she FLIPS out/slams the door bc she doesnt want him to see her in that state. spencer, however, is confused ofc because he genuinely doesnt notice her outfit/lack of makeup and thinks she is gorgeous no matter what.

hope this is ok ♡ fem, 1.1k

The song starts slow and ends slower. You could picture Spencer listening to it, his head on your shoulder or yours on his, wired earphones shared between you. 

You grab a pencil to jot a quick post-it note so you'll remember, one knee on your desk chair. You don't want to sit down with the shower running in case you get distracted by your new photo frame.

You and Spencer took a photo to commemorate finally getting together. Or rather, Hotch did, standing behind the camera with an impossible mixture of fondness and disapproval. You look like a true couple with matching graphic t-shirts and beaming smiles, Spencer's arm over your shoulders and yours behind his back. You can't see it without staring; you use all your strength to ignore the photo, pulling your post-it from its pad and tacking the yellow square to your vanity. Tell Spencer about love song from Ocean Boulavard. 

The door to your apartment rings with a knock. If you weren't distracted in your losing don't-think-about-Spencer battle, you'd recognise the timid pattern of it. 

You've been expecting a parcel all weekend. 

"Coming!" you call, tugging a sweater over your vest top, plaid pyjama pants dragging against the floor as you make your way out of your bedroom and into the main living area. "Two seconds!" 

You give yourself a precursory glance in the mirror next to the door before you answer it. You'd never go out like this, but the delivery driver won't see you long. You're mostly clean and fully dressed, though your socks don't match. 

That's another thing to tell Spencer. He must be rubbing off on you. 

"Hello," you say cheerily, pulling the door open with a smile. 

"Hi," Spencer says, big brown eyes aglow at the sight of you, his hands full to bursting. There are enough things in his hands to hide his chest completely. 

You don't have a chance to decipher exactly what he's brought as you flinch behind the cover of the door, not cruel enough to close it in his face, but wanting to. "Spencer! What are you doing here?" 

"Well, you live here." 

His hand comes up tentatively near yours on the door. He doesn't push it further in or attempt to come inside. He might have, if you hadn't squeaked in warning, biting down on the soft inside of your cheek. 

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Everything is fine!" You squeeze your eyes closed, your pulse a hummingbird hammering between them. 

"Really?" Spencer asks, taking back his hand. "Can I–"

There's a shuffling sound like he might step forward, and that's the last straw, you're fully panicking as you slam it closed.

A too long silence. Your breath comes unnaturally quickly, your thoughts racing to match. I can't believe I just did that. Why did I do that? 

What do I do? 

"Spencer, I'm naked," you say. 

"You were definitely wearing clothes. What's wrong? I brought breakfast, I thought I'd surprise you. I texted you. When you didn't answer I figured maybe you were still sleeping after last night, but… now I'm thinking maybe I read that wrong."

"You didn't read it wrong! You can always come over!" you insist, looking around behind you as if you might suddenly find a full face of makeup hiding in your sideboard, or a fresh change of clothes hanging on the coat hooks. 

"Okay, so, can I come in?" 

You poke at the sore bit of skin in your cheek with a wince. "Spence, I'm not dressed. Like, I'm not ready. I look like a mess." 

"You looked beautiful. For the two seconds that I could see your face, at least." You breathe in uselessly. An answer doesn't present itself. Spencer offers some wisdom while you panic, but you aren't sure you want to hear it. "We're dating, right? So as much as you clearly don't want me to see you like this, it's gonna happen. Hopefully regularly?" He laughs lightly on the other side of the door. "Can I please come in?" 

Nerves gnaw at your fingers, uncomfortable pins and needles. "What if you don't like it as much?" you ask quietly. You're surprised he can hear you. 

"Do you trust me?"

What sort of question is that? This isn't about trust. This is about you, an image of yourself you hold and that you want others to share, it's why you dress as you do, why you wear your intricate hairstyles, and spend hours upon hours priming and primping.

You want to be pretty deeply, especially in Spencer's eyes. Do you trust him to find you pretty still, without all the extra effort? Pretty from the moment you wake up? 

You wait for the verdict as you open the door again. The handle clicks and lugs, the hinge whining as it swings inward. You step backward to allow him space, meeting Spencer's eyes with an insecurity that doesn't suit you.

He doesn't react at first. His hand tightens around the neck of a sprawling bouquet, wildflowers like a burst of colour against his chest, the long white body of a lily of the valley kissing the curve of his neck. He smells like powdered sugar donuts and the food truck they came from, the story of his obsession a remembered delight. I think of you every time I cross the square to the train station by my place. The warm vanilla smell reminds me of your perfume. But I'm usually already thinking of you. He's been bringing you donuts intermittently for months now. 

He finally smiles at you, all manner of morning warmth flooding the room with him. The sun at his heels, the silky brown colour of his hair, you look up as he steps close, as light silhouettes him, turns the silk to fluff. You can see every detail this close down to the baby flyaways, and he can see the same. 

"How could you think I wouldn't like this?" he asks. His words are hushed with earnestness but yards from hesitant. Spencer is unabashedly, genuinely enamoured with you. "You're so pretty. You always are." 

You beg him silently to hold your face, taking the flowers from his hand. He can read you from that small action alone, raising a deft hand to your cheek. 

You lean into his palm. 

[opiopal]

My physical head canons for the brothers that no one asked for but I’m sharing anyways because I can’t contain myself cause im a beast of headcanons that need to be released RARARARAR(don’t mind the cringe I’m sleep deprived,)

Lucifer

I like to imagine Lucifer with a slim face and bold cheekbones, he has side burns that look more like small black feathers and ofc he has eyebags, and he’s not as pale, having more of an olive skin tone. I’ve always imagined him with a hooked nose as well, along with more gray hairs. His ears are pointed upwards and are decently long. He still has a slim waist in my brain but also a bolder chest and shoulders. He’s not very muscular but still looks strong for his age(got those baby holdin arms). He has Insanely good posture and I imagine him in his regular outfit as is(though I like to imagine his stupid fuckin shoes are at least a darker brown). He is the third tallest in the household.

Mammon

His face shape is relatively the same in my brain, minus the addition of his ears being pointed, though I always tend to imagine his skin a few shades darker then what it is. his hair has little gold tips like in his demon form. And some of his body hair, like on the back of his hands, arms, and his legs, look like little white feathers. He’s fit like a runner and has very vague abs, like, you wouldn’t process they were there unless he pointed them out. I like to imagine him with a few piercings as well(body piercings not face piercings iykyk;3). His clothes are relatively the same in my brain but he doesnt have feathers in his boots(just keep the feathers as a keychain babe we all know you have a bird thing going on it’s ok). He’s the fourth tallest in the house.

Levi

Levi has as round face in my mind, along with blue freckles that appear like blue scales and visible gills on his neck. His ears are long and thin and constantly drooped(cause bbg is always pathetic no matter what and that’s why I love him💕) His hands and feet have webbing. since he is canonically tall(compared to mammon at least) I like to imagine him being the second tallest and because he is decently tall his body fat does even out, though he has a gut and multiple parts of his body is a lot squishier. I can imagine his clothes give him the appearance of being thinner, but obviously he’s not. And i imagine his clothes to be pretty much the same, maybe looking a little more like he just rolled out of bed though if that makes sense. And like I said he’s the second tallest in the HOL, but sometimes it’s hard to tell cause he slouches.(I can imagine one day he’s getting scolded by Lucifer and he’s told to sit up straight, and after he does so it baffles Lucifer a bit that he has look up at him)

Satan

First things first he does NOT have that jacket, immediately he looks a lot better with only that sweater and his regular pants. Though I can imagine his clothing looking a lot darker, black pants, darker shirt underneath his sweater. His face is pretty similar to Lucifer’s, though his nose is a little smaller and his ears are a little shorter. He’s fit, mostly because I’m sure he burns calories out of pure spite/j. But in all seriousness I feel like he would be a little scrawny from not eating a whole lot by mistake, probably because he was sucked into a book, so he doesn’t mean to forget to grab a snack here and there, he’s just to much of a nerd </3. He’s relatively tall, and him and mammon are the same height.

Asmo

Skin so smooth it would make a modeling agency weep. I like to imagine any makeup he wears is a lot more obvious? Like, you can actually tell he’s wearing makeup, and it’s always flawless, the type of flawless were you can’t help but wonder if he gets up at 4 am to do his makeup. And I could totally see him either using those eyelash oil things to make his lashes grow longer as a part of his 3457 step skincare routine. And I imagine his ears are more elegantly elf like. His hair is still that very soft pink in my mind but the tips fade into a slightly brighter pink, and is also longer. I will never imagine him in his Og outfit because his human realm outfit just fits him so so SO much better both personality wise and just fashion wise period. He definitely works out but just enough to stay healthy and to not develop any muscles. I imagine he is also the same height as mammon, but maybe shorter by half an inch? I also like to imagine he flip flops from looking super fem to being more in between.

Beel

First things first he has a rounder face, period. I also like to imagine him with freckles and his hair is a little scruffier and longer. Not to long but touching his shoulders. He also has shorter chunkier ears that droop downwards. He is the tallest in the household no doubt about it, being taller than Levi by nearly a foot. I imagine his clothes as relatively the same, the fluff on his coat just doesn’t look as matted(I can’t be the only one who thinks that it looks like it needs to be brushed😭). As for his body, he has a gut. And just overall is so much more hunky. I can imagine his body is constantly changing from being more fit to being chunkier, so he has a good handful of stretch marks from his body constantly changing. I like to imagine that demons can burn fat a lot easier than humans, so he finds little to no issue with working away some of the fat that accumulates. But overall he’s mostly rocking a gut and strong arms. Also he’s not as pale in my mind, like he definitely has some melanin.

Belphie

Belphie also has a rounder face, with cow print looking freckles. His ears are droopy like beels and has the same cow print freckles. His hair is longer and he is in a constant state of bedhead. I also don’t think he’s SUPER scrawny, his stomach is pudgy and you can kind of see his ribs. I can also imagine the tips of his fingers have a black gradient and his nails are long and pointy like talons, I like to imagine that it takes some effort to be in their neutral forms, so he doesn’t care a whole lot to fully commit to it. First things first with his clothes: mf does NOT have those pants, nor those knee high laced brown boots. In my head he probably has a pair of sweatpants that have a star pattern, along with some slippers(maybe little cow head slippers cause that’s adorable in my head, and even though I don’t like him a whole lot he still deserves SOME bbg vibes </3). The rest of his clothes are fine to me I guess. But overall he does not care about his looks whatsoever and is always ready for his next nap.

[official-darkforest]

i am SOOO unbelievably thrilled by your anthro au omg. do you have fashion ideas for the characters? like their favorite outfits, fabrics, etc? imo one of the best parts of anthro characters is deciding how they'd express themselves through their clothing :]

I HAVE A FEW ALREADY!!!! i dont have many specifics because theres so many characters ahd i havent drawn them all yet LOL but i'll share the ones i do have at least SOMETHING for

im also trying to keep these reasonable for the time period and location, as in my au the clan cats are mostly rural and in small towns set (mostly) before the 2000s so most may dress more modest and conservative (especially if theyre older and very religious)

squirrelflight - the best i can describe her sense of fashion is that it ranged from tomboy as a younger girl and is currently closer to a working class butch. im not sure if masc would be a more appropriate term since i dont hc her as a lesbian (shes bi) but she dresses "like a man" and owns a lot of jeans, slacks, and button-up shirts of all kinds of fabrics and patterns. she also enjoys bright colors as well, but as she got older her fashuon sense got a little more sensible and less "loud" like it was in the 60s and 70s. she also has glasses like her daddy once shes like 35 or so. she and firestar dressed very similarly, and a lot of her shirts and neckties are things she stole from his closet

feathertail - very feminine. hippie adjacent, lots of loose and flowing garments and jingly pieces. breatheable clothes and open toed shoes. her favorite swimsuit had some little frilly bits on it i think. often combines neutral earthy tones with blues and whites

crowfeather - lots of handmedowns from his father. clothes you can do farmwork in like jeans, overalls, hardy flannel/denim shirts and boots. never grew out of this and still dresses this way and he likes it

jayfeather - he looks like a modernized (as far as the 80s goes) version of his father - same hairstyle snd way of dress. he isnt too formal but does have some more preppiness to his clothing style (polo shirts and sweaters). he avoids full button downs since buttoning them himself jjust gets frustrating since he cant match them up every time. new wave band shirts. he also wears orange tinted glasses to protect his eyes (in this au i wrote that hes able to perceive shadows and light pretty okay, but not much else beyond that) And Kinda As A Fashion Statement cuz it goes well with his facial structure and hairstyle i think

lionblaze - hes like if the stereotypical jock and stereotypical 80s rock+metal enthusiast had a baby. muscle tees and bandanas, ripped jeans, those absurdly short shorts, crop tops, etc. he's a drummer i think if that matters LOL

ivypool - punk, also sorta like joan jett to an extent. very homemade, tho sometimes she gets lazy and doesnt really commit to the outfits all the way (but definitely has the mindset, dint get me wrong). one of those girls with a chest small enough to go braless 99% of the time; wears a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts LOL

bone/brick/scourge - just google "the outsiders movie" or "greaser" and you'll get the idea. tho i imagine these three in particular also have some kind of bare minimum formalwear scraped together from their escapades. theyre kinda like the jetts/sharks from west side story if that helps at all

daisy - she combines flowing, pretty dresses with a sunhat and work boots. she also teaches horseback riding and owns a few (its a business she runs w smokey and floss. i think its be funny if they were polyam ITS MY AU I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT) and she has horseback-appropriate clothing as well

poppyfrost - THEE preppy girl of the 80s. big hair, perm and all. dresses with pastel colors. her sisters cinderheart and honeyfern are pretty similar, tho i imagine honeyfern is a little more sporty and cinderheart takes inspiration from madonna once shes trying to court lionblaze

hazeltail - long haired country girl butch. enough said

spottedleaf snd cinderpelt are nuns lol

[dexiiexox]

Boyfriend headcanons for Matt Sturniolo🩵

a/n: Hello hello again :)) First time writing for the love of my life Matt😍😜 and these are just some headcanons I imagine for Matt, aka; feeding into my own AND your delusions😚🥰

ALSO I’m not from America or anything so I just picked Taco Bell as the random restaurant/ fast food place💀

I still hope you enjoy reading though!

Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: kissing, maybe some sort of angst?(not really)

summary: what the title says, headcanons of how I think Matt would be as a boyfriend🩵

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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I’ve seen this headcanon a lot, but I agree with it so so much, and that is Matt and back hugs/hugs from behind. I can just picture it so perfectly

It’s an early morning and you’ve slipped out of bed before Matt, you went into his bathroom and you’re brushing your teeth.

Meanwhile you hear Matt get up, he walks into the bathroom all sleepy and he hugs you from behind, arms around your waist, head in your neck and a groggy morning voice.

"good morning"

"morning.."

I also feel like Matt would want you to be open with him about how you’re feeling and if anything is bothering you

He would want you to be comfertable enough with him to where you can talk to him at any moment no matter what, he doesnt care if you think you’re being overdramatic or stupid, becuase to him it’s not

You’re the most important thing to him along side his brothers, and he would sit there and listen to everything you had to say, holding you in a side hug and rubbing your back

You and Matt are sat on his bed, he had noticed you being a little off today and he decided to ask you about it.

You originally decided against telling him, but both you and Matt knew better, he knew you well enough to know if you were lying, so you just sighed and sat down on his bed.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you told him all about the feelings that were overwhelming you.

He just sat there, by your side rubbing your back comfortingly listening to everything you said.

"It’s going to be alright baby, I’m right here"

Matt always made you feel so seen and heard, he was everything you could ask for and more.

After you’d called down a little, he wiped your tears with his thumbs and kisses your lips before you both layed down and spendt the night cuddling in bed.

I also feel like Matt is the type to always and I mean ALWAYS ask you if you want anything as well, no matter where or what it is

Wether its buying food, just stopping at the gass station, him looking for clothes, stopping for a coffee, it doesnt matter, he’ll always make sure just in case

"you want anything?"

"want me to grab you some as well?"

"you sure you dont want anything?"

I feel like Matt would enjoy late night drives with you. Wether it’s just the two of you being bored, that you guys just need to get out of the house or just to talk in private, I think he would enjoy it still

You could drive around and talk about random things or serious topics, sometimes you would grab food and just sit in a parking lot and just talk while you guys eat

Matt would definetly let you wear his clothes, he’d give you his hoodies and sweaters whenever you got cold or needed it. No questions asked. It could be snowing and he’d be near death already, but he would still have given you his hoodie (we love Matt💕)

You, Matt, Chris and Nick were out in town, not for anything in particular, but Nick was looking for some new shirts, and the rest of us just tagges along since we didnt really have any other plans.

Chris wanted to stop by the grocery store as he was out of pepsi and he also wanted some snack for later.

Once we all got back in the car again, we all agreed to go get some food. We decided to stop by Taco Bell, for once we also decided to eat there and nor take it with us.

Today had been somewhat chilly, but I hadnt brought a jacket with me. A strong wind blew by me and a few strands of hair went in my face. Matt took notice of my body language, seeing my high shoulders and how I was somewhat hugging myself to try to bring myself some warmth.

He locked the car doors and came over to me, laying an arm around my shoulder. He pusher some strands of hair behind my ear.

"Want my hoodie?" he asked.

"No no, it’s alright Matt, it’s my own fault for forgetting to bring one" I let out a dry laugh.

He gave me a questionable look and started taking off his hoodie disregarding what I just said. After taking it off, he handed it to me.

"Here" he just smiled at me.

"Thank you Matt" I put on his hoodie already feeling warmer by his body warmth still lingering in it.

"Of course sweetie" he gave me a quick peck on the lips and intertwined our hand as we started walking inside.

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These are all the headcanons for Matt so far, I hope you liked them, I really enjoyed writing it :))

I might make a part 2 later if anyone wants that and just send in any requests or ideas if you have any!

I hope youve had a good day or night and dont forget that youre absolutely worth it!! <3

-dexiie💕

[heronoegg]

HEAR ME OUT

Shiggy wearing clothes that too big, shoulder exposed, lots of belts to hold up pants, socks or doesn't wear shoes at all feet outside the only shoes are beat up vans, i can barely see your hands your sleeves are so long doesn't matter if the shirt is loose or tight which it almost never is tight, doesn't know how to dress well but could

Dabi sagging cause he doesnt want the belt and all his clothes are baggy not necessarily too big for him, his shirts are all too tight or small but he wears oversized jackets over everything if not a shirt that's covered in holes held together with pins. Can dress well just choices to have a certain style

Himiko changing her hair and style every single day, new hair style new clothes style but it's all in one like section of outfits that are almost the same but something is different, hair clips make up EVERYTHING

Mr compress wearing suits and sweater vest all the time, anything fancy even if hes not going anywhere

Twice throwing on anything, he's got slides on, socks on and sleep pants on, undershirt rarely ever wears clothes clothes and when he does it's a hoodie or a jacket

Spinner just always wearing no sleeves, baggy pants but he shows his biceps all the time, knows how to dress well just doesn't

[roe-and-memory]

sally but shes ALWAYS freezing cold.

no matter the weather, somehow shes cold Somewhere, and for the most part its her hands. her fingers get cold and kind of achy sometimes, and its a PAIN and she nor doc can figure out whats wrong with her - doc can chalk it up to something chronic, but not exactly what.

lightning, on the other hand, is Constantly warm. he is in a constant state of overheating at some point or another, and OH MY GOD she loves it. hes like her own personal furnace.

she’ll sneak up behind him sometimes and snake her cold hands up the back of his shirt, pressing them into his skin and he “HATES” it. it scares him every time because he never expects it. sometimes, to add her sweet little salt to the wound, she’ll hug him with her hands still under his shirt and effectively spread the cold from not only his back but to his chest too.

as much as he pretends he hates it, he seriously doesnt mind at all. he loves her so much he really doesnt care.

i think this cold chill has also effected how well she slept at night - piled under blankets that did nothing but make her uncomfortable - and she couldnt ever really sleep without tossing and turning. when lightning came around however, she could fall asleep with almost zero issue because she could just cling to him like a lifeline and he’d keep her warm. like, whenever they even end up napping on the couch, shes always sure shes holding onto him somehow (both for personal comfort of both him and herself, it helps him deal with his nightmares as well, as well as keeping her from getting Awful pain in her fingers and hands by dampening it).

she has little telltale signs of being uncomfortably cold too, and over the years he learns these and whenever he notices the trembling of her hands of the twitching in her fingers, he’ll hold her hands.

he also starts wearing sweaters/jackets around his waist or packing one into his bag so if she ever gets cold at a race or just Anywhere he can offer it to her. he doesnt wear sweaters much anyways.

and after races sometimes she’ll grab him by the face and kiss him and hes covered in gross boy sweat but also his cheeks are so red and warm from the sun and heat inside his car (and probably from seeing her) that she just lingers holding onto him (before promptly scrubbing her hands with hand sanitizer, and when she gets the chance, Soap. because that feeling of sweat sticks to her hands and makes her feel like she wants to scrub her skin off hashtag ocd girlie ((me cameo)))

[subskz]

i don’t know why, but jisung gives off serious energy of someone who’d say, “ooh you wanna kiss/fuck me so bad~” during an argument… and he’d be so fr abt it too 😭 severe brat behaviour smh. honestly he’s too cute so if he said that, i would just prove him right… </3 omg i am always caught lacking on this blog when it comes to him 😮‍💨

we’ve established that he’d appeal to your soft (n maybe not-so-soft) side by crying when you’re angry, but other times, i think he’d also try childishly teasing u nonstop in order to get out of an argument, so that u finally reach the breaking point and snap, releasing all your frustrations by ruining him into tomorrow (reminds me a bit of ‘pay attention’… pls excuse me as i go reread that masterpiece of a fic for the nth time)

yknow, with minho being the funky lil guy he is might say it too just to throw u off, i mean god knows he does the most outta pocket things sometimes. would say it with that trademark straight face, but then ! then see the little pastel blush tinting his ears !! how could u ever take his little facade seriously when his body tells all his secrets ♡ gets unreasonably surprised when u actually follow through with his snide remark, like he would get so shy if u pulled him by his shirt collar into a kiss even though was the one who initiated it

same goes for seungmin when he gets into one of those hyperactive puppy moods of his n just wants to play with u, so he’ll bother u out of affection n say whatever he thinks will get the best reaction out of u

waitt i could also picture chan saying it in the heat of the moment if you’re just playfully bickering bc secretly he’s always wanted to say smth like that but then immediately getting SO embarrassed n shy with himself ^^; cue him hiding in his sweater paws n letting out soft, high giggles of embarrassment (i know you know the kind i’m talking about </3)

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we must be on the same wavelength bc i immediately thought of jisung lino and seungmin when someone asked a similar question as well 😭 our insufferable lil trio

hannie would be so fr abt it…the moment he realizes he’s losing the argument he’d say it without an ounce of shame lmaoo it can be so hard to make him take anything seriously esp when he can get a lil petty when he’s emotional…he is not above resorting to crying (sometimes he doesnt even mean to…sensitive baby) or throwing out the most childish retorts to try n get the upper hand, but he’s kinda endearing abt it and laughably obvious abt what he really wants. he might not be content w losing the argument but he is content w surrendering the moment u decide to put him in his place and wreck him until he can’t run his mouth anymore 🙏

what u said abt lino got me so good also…it’s the most lino thing on earth to throw out a provocative comment like that just to get a reaction out of u, and then crumble the instant u actually return that energy to him…like the way he gets all up in ppl’s faces then shies away when they actually lean in…kitty can dish it but he cant take it! the lil sputter of surprise he’d let out when you pull him in and kiss that crooked smirk right off his face would be so adorable, he breaks instantly ): and his ears would absolutely be on fire!! no matter how smart his pretty mouth is, his body is always betraying his true feelings~

seungmin’s hyperactive puppy moods 💔 he can be just as good at lino at saying exactly the right thing to get u riled up…but in his case you’d get that irresistible proud puppy grin bc he knows exactly what he’s doing n isn’t even trying to hide it! but what he doesn’t expect is for you to follow through n leave him w the cutest wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression staring back at you…the one surefire way to make him short circuit so he has nothing clever left to say anymore <3 he’d definitely try to use it later n claim that he won the argument w his irresistible puppy charms

and CHANNIE! i hadnt even considered him but ur absolutely right…him and his tendency of not thinking it through before saying the most deranged things known to man and flustering himself so bad 😭 u wouldnt even have to do anything for him to just fold immediately and break out into those infectious squeaky giggles, cringing so bad…he’s losing the war against himself but just like jisung he’s cute enough that he gets away w it every time ㅠ imagine how shy and red-faced he’d get when you pull his sweater paws from his face and kiss him just like he wanted…i think his brain would fizzle out!! never has an attempt at teasing backfired so spectacularly

[nebulapo]

Some headcannons i have of shane that i might mention in my comic

I already mentioned this but he has a slight southern accent, nothing too crazy or strong.

Shane is actually a good cook, he cooks for jas when marnie is busy sometimes and for some reason knows a lot of recipes, hes just WAYY too lazy to cook most of the time so 90% of the time he just goes for simple frozen meals for himself.

This isnt really a headcanon since im pr sure its canon? But i dont think its ever been mentioned in game (unless im wrong), but shane is vegan and doesnt eat meat products ESPECIALLY chicken.

Shane has a bunch of old band tee’s he used to wear during his teenage years, most dont really fit him anymore but he still doesnt get rid of them, maybe sometimes when hes too lazy to do laundry he wears them. (I say this bc of emily’s heart event, that man definitely listens to dadrock)

He has a bunch of scars on his arms and legs from chickens pecking him or their claws, he also is most of the time covered in chicken feathers, he has feathers in his hair, his sweater, his pockets. No matter what he does to get rid of them theyre always there.

He owns ANYTHING chicken, chicken plushies, chicken keychains, stickers, shirts ANYTHING. As long as it has a cute chicken on it he wont hesitate to buy it.

I probably have more but these are ones i think about a lot.

[transbeeduo]

ever since my fat cbee posts i have been on a roll [hi hello im the fat cbee anon here to say ive been sending so many anon asks its so funny but youve just got my brain rolling so much. 10/10 would anon again. always get addicted to my favorite blogs and send like 10 anons a week. dang it. i see a pattern.] anyway im not every single anon, but a chunk of em, yeah! love sending anons about my brain juices late at night and waking up and reading answers n stuff. always fun.

anyway hi can you imagine a Michael who is very much so malnourished when cbee first find him in the Nether. and like his ribs are showing and theres so many bones showing, which isnt a joke because he literally has a hole in his head where you can see his skull and see his bones n stuff. and when cbee takes him home Tubbo and Ranboo make sure to feed him so so much and food he enjoys and stuff. because Tubbo was malnourished as a kid and it was Not Fun. and Ranboo doesnt know much but they sure do know they dont like the look of rib cages peeking through skin and bony arms and gaunt faces [thats why they keep their fur long enough that it covers their ridges and bumps before they gain weight but also not too long because it is considered 'unruly' to have long fur, at least back when they were a child in the End (thats one of the only fragments they remember. think of it like the stigma around body hair on women/fem people.)]

and so eventually Michael starts gaining healthy weight, and all of a sudden, the bones that arent supposed to be visible through his skin [not the holes. hes part zombie i know but zombies aren't supposed to be really thin when someone is only part zombie.] and Tubbo and Ranboo have to find new dresses* and sweaters and pants n stuff for Michael because he's actually growing! i imagine he might be a bit stunted, not quite reaching his full height because of the lack of nutrients he had during a very important development stage for gods know how long, but he does grow, and thats all that matters. hes got healthy chub and hes not so fragile anymore.

*imagining cbee as parents who buy whatever clothes are cute and fit their children, completely ignoring the fact that dresses and skirts are traditionally girl clothes because have you seen the two. those are not cis and whoever thinks they are are silly. they let their children pick out whatever clothes they find cute and comfortable. so if Michael or Wizard or Bug [do Wizard and Bug even wear clothes... thats a weird question but i mean. only ever seen Bug with fur n stuff but no clothes.. whatever] wanna wear a pretty pink skirt or a t-shirt with monster trucks on it, cbee dont care. this is also partly because Tubbo and Ranboo werent entirely allowed to wear whatever they wanted when they were younger [mainly Tubbo but still] and they want their children to have to choice to pick

HAIIII ANON THIS ASK IS SO GOOD THANK YOU (also yes bug does infact wear clothing! Just their ref doesn’t have clothing LMAO i promise Beeduo give their kids clothing)

BUT YEAH THIS IS HONESTLY REALLY FUCKING CANON TO ME there’s NO way that Michael was getting properly fed in the Nether considering it was literally BY HERSELF and ALSO A BABY. And Tubbo would TOTALLY have that like “oh fuck i cant give this baby the same childhood of being malnourished that i had” thought yk (ranboo not realizing they’re malnourished makes me so sad but is so fucking accurate wow) this ask rules thank you

[postalollie]

What are ur favorite things about pdude :) any of them and what do think dating one would be like 😳

OO HI!! SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!

In general I love the fact hes a morally grey character that in general doesnt seems to care for what other think of him! (except if hes wearing a gimp suit obviously lol) and his smugness as well, for postal 2 dude I love his colors! theyre more dull which for me fits his character really well and I try to do that in my art of him as well (though Ive been slacking more on that aspect lol) his design in general is just so nice to look and memorable too, its simple but effective, peak character design right there and I dont even mean it as a joke I genuinely think his design is super good, and most importantly THE GLASSES!! I like drawing him with his eyes showing but when he has the sunglasses is where the fun is at, because it kinda brings a surprise factor to him, his colors are more died down but then you see his eyes and BAM!! green! of course theyre not too bright as to match with his other colors but still bright enough for him to have some contrast and bring some surprise to the player!

Now for p1 dude, I once again love his color scheme, I love red so its fun to look at him, even with just his limited model on the original postal you can see a lot of stuff in his design which is very impressive! I love his fingerless gloves and his sweater vest as well/shirt he wears on the gone postal cover, also...long hair...pretty.. ALSO his design with the red coat and green vest! I dont usually see it being drawn (I personally do prefer to draw the red and black version because I prefer that color scheme but the other is still quite good and I wanna draw it someday!) idk his design is just once again very cool to me

NOW FOR THE DATING PART OwO (sorry if these are hard to understand im very bad with writing and most of my fantasies rarely follow a story or a very strict personality to them lol)

for p2 I imagine it would be more difficult for him to "open up" I guess, he would start pretty closed off like he is in the game, even when hes interested in you hes still kinda closed off, with stuff like flirty interactions the thing he can do best because hes more in control, show that man some genuine affection and he wouldnt know how to take it (show that man love no one in paradise apreciates him >:( ) he would probably blue screen a bit from affection, however slowly he would start getting used it and start showing a bit more as well, you would just need to be a bit patient with him, he would however still care for you and be a bit possesive, not in the unhealthy way I mean would get jealous about you and if anyone tried to do anything he would kick their ass, in general his love language is a mix of physical contact and acts of service, he also calls you darling and dearie :)

NOW FOR P1 oh p1

tbh I think he would a bit more possesive compared to p2 by a bit, finding a not sick person would be a miracle to him, he would be a bit more emotional as well, confiding in you and being the only one he would trust, to me he would profess his love to you in a way more I guess poetic way?? idk how to call it but yeah! man is down bad for you essentialy, dont get me wrong though hes still postal dude of course, just ya know with more problems

now for the massacre part.. I feel it COULD be possible to be able to stop him from doing everything like people generally write p1 x reader fics but honestly to me, idk I feel like no matter what something would make him snap, the thing is would you join him or not... my self insert does but really I think that changes from person from person, I imagine that during the very small breaks from the killing he would be all over you, you're the thing that calms him down, also if he went to the asylum he would be saved by you, together till the end no matter what

AGAIN I know the whole joining in with him might seem bad! its just that for me its not any postal dude, especially postal 1 dude wihout some violence ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

ALSO i headcanon all the dudes with the exception of corkscrew for obvious reason that theyre all part brazilian and portuguese is their first language! (self projection wee hoo) so they would call you pet names or say how much they love in the language! I feel they would say amor a lot and the variations of it (amorzinho, meu amor, mo, also that basically means my love in different ways in english) p3 would say xuxu or xuxuzin for sure though (idk how to translate this but like, imagine it as like saying doll or darling but in a more joking manner)

In any way, all of them would be protective of you, wouldnt want to hurt you no matter what and if anyone tried they're dead

(also bonus p3, he would be the most smug out of all of them, he KNOWS you love him and he loves you too and oh boy is he gonna have fun with it, also both him and p2 would probably fight for you a bit in paradise lost lol)

[googleeyed]

The Blackhole [A story HEAVILY Inspired by Minecrafts Blackhole mod, ft. Wilbur soot, tommyinnit, Slime cicle and Philza minecraft.

[Hello, my name is Professor Soot. or for my freinds Wilbur, Soot. im writing this very quickly to introduce myself, and to document my discoverys. its difficult due to the soon empending doom tho. anywho, i hope this will help me keep track of my findings.]

I woke up in the morning agrevated by wooshing. I adjusted my eyesight for a closer look, it seemed quite small, atleast for the time being, i got up out of bed and threw on my white lab coat calmly, right over my golden-yellow sweater. It was uncomfortable, but i didnt have time to change.

As i scampered out of bed, my coat started being pulled torwards the direction of the blackhole could feel it pulling on me, i ran as fast as i could to Doctor Sickles home, i bursted through the door of his adobe and shouted "DOCTOR WE HAVE A ISSUE!" As he snapped up from his bedside, wide awake due to my yelling, i saw the terror in his bloodshot eyes.

"Throw on ur labcoat, quickly!" He replied with a bit of a slur in his voice "wha.. man im trying to sleep.." As he rolled back over on his side, i looked out of his window only to see the blackhole again, but this time it had gotten larger. I tried to tell him urgently again, this time i shook the side of his back violently. The pure expression of anger on his face was upsetting, but i didnt have time to make him "breakfast in bed."

Doctor Sickle then finally got up, as he threw on his Labcoat over his usual T-shirt, i gripped his hand firmly, felt kinda.. wet actully, but anyways, we darted out the door of his home, off to hopefully go get our freinds Tommy and Phil. we ran across the grass, as we did we could hear the ruffle of the wind of the blackhole pulling us, aswell as anything behind us, when all of a sudden Doctor Sickle turned around and stared at the blackhole.

I was wondering what was wrong with him, at a time like THIS? When we were about to DIE. And at that thought, i looked at his face, of pure terror. i gripped his arm of his labcoat tightly and dragged him along as i ran. We Finally arrived at Tommy and Phils house, We didnt have time to knock, so naturally, we busted down their door. luckily, they were already awake. As the door hit the ground me and Doctor Sickle just stood there, now stuck in eyecontact with Phil, who at the time was prepparing a cup of coffee.

As we stood at the door tho, he appeared quite shocked, i mean i dont blame him, we were doused in sweat, and Doctor Sickles Terrified face didnt make it any better. I told Phil calmly that "We have to leave the area, due to the empending blackhole." Suprisingly, his eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for this moment, as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a few things, a iron sword and a few buckets. he yelled at Tommy across the room, who looked to be organizing some loot.

Tommy then was extremely Panicked, and even jumped a little bit, i saw the ground shake, or maybe that was the force of the blackhole.. Doesnt matter now, we all ran out the door in search of somewhere atleast decently away from the blackhole, however me and Doctor Sickle had other plans, we had expiriments to do. And so, while me and Doctor Sickle went off to experiment with the blackhole and its force of gravity, Tommy and Phil worked on getting prepared, planning even. but i dont care, thats not what was important to me.

Me and Doctor Sickle hung out in front of the blackhole for a bit, we were trying to get a pair of chickens to lay some eggs. So they didnt run away, we put them into a hole in the dirt. to see if it'd be effected by the gravity. As we struggled with harnassing the eggs, Doctor Sickle looked down at the chickens, supposively trying to "urge" them.

I joined in, in a last ditch effort we finally got some eggs. Two to be exact, the blackhole got closer, edging torwards the hole where the chickens were. Doctor Sickle quickly told me to grab a egg, make a hole in the ground and throw the egg in the air. And so, i did. I dug a semi-deep hole a decent space away from the blackhole. I could feel my hair being perpelled by the force, and so, i threw the egg into the air, Doctor Sickle then yelled "IT WORKED!!" i felt joy in my findings.

unforunitely, this wouldnt last long, im writing this before the blackhole is going to consume me, i dont know what will happen after but i hope that my findings are useful. [END LOG 1]

Where am i? Last thing i remember i was sucked into the blackhole. I cant really see at all, but theres nothing here but Pitch Black Darkness, so its bery hard for me tosee if im writing the rigjt letaters. i canf eelmy self staring to lacnk conciposunness, i candt breatheanysmor

im back in control, but im not sure for how long. i was sent back onto the surface, for some odd reason.. the black hole is increasing in size. i dont have much time to help the others anymore.

I ran up to Ch- i mean, Doctor Sickle, he was yapping some nonsense about "Throwing Hoops" to Tommy, er.. playing basketball? i didnt care. i grabbed Doctor Sickle by his arm, angerly. We had somthing to take care of. Id built a small train track, along with a obsidian blockade so that Doctor Sickle wont get sucked into the Blackhole, i showed him it and his reaction was not what i was hoping for.

He yelled "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" i replied, "i want you to observe the effect the Blackhole has on water, Doc." he looked back at me, almost furious, but i still managed to convince him, i told him that "Theres a button to ur right side that you can push to push the cart in this direction so that after viewing we can both live." He stared at me oddly, squinting. He seemed convinced enough.

All of a sudden i could feel it, gaining back control of me. I screamed to Doctor Sickle, "THE BLACKHOLE IS INSIDE OF MY BODY CHARLIE- I-I CANT CONTROL MYSELF DONT LISTEN TO ME DONT LI-" Doctor Sickle replied in confusion, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BLACKHOLE IS INSIDE YOU? LIKE? POSSESSING YOU?" All of my body movement stopped. He gave me a weird, scared look but then sat down in the minecart, observing the water. At that moment, i didnt feel like myself anymore. i couldnt hold back the urge anymore. The blackhole inched closer to Doctor Sickles Position, but i couldnt find myself able to control myself, this was up to him. He attempted to escape the pull by forcing the cart in my direction, I felt somthing take over me in that moment, i could move. I walked forward and pushed the cart backwards. Leaving Doctor Sickle Helpless. I tried to scream out to him, im not quite sure if he heard me, i hope he did. I am once again slipping from my control. Maybe now he will understand my pain. He screamed so loud. i saw his glasses get ripped off of his eyes. in a way.. It was satisfying, the loud screams were soon silenced by the void. I have the urge to feed more people to it, i cant stop resisting the urge anymore. I shall start looking for more victims, besides, they wont have many places to hide afterall. [END LOG 2]

Ive found them, now i just have to put on the stupid act and fool them. i approach Phil With ease, he was under ground along with tommy, i hear his yelling echoing loudly in the caves, as i stared from them at the top of the opening of the hole, i had a sudden voice echo through my head, or maybe it was everywhere? It sounded like charlie, yapping on about somthing along the lines of "The Omlette of the beyond." ..whatever that means, but what really struct my fancy was when i heard "come take a bite, philllzaaaa~"

The voice faded, Finally. now that he was out of the way he had been handeld, now with a diffrent mindset of before, and foruntely, working perfectly with my plan. at this rate i cant tell who i am anymore. i just know who im supposed to be, and thats "ProfessorSoot." I was going to join them in the nether, after the portal was lit. But somthing changed my mind, i decided to sit down on the grass and await the void.

The INEVITABLE, void that we shall ALL FALL to. As i sat on the grass, i looked at my labcoat, which was now tainted with Doctor Sickles struggle, tho it was just a few patches of slime, along with a bit of blood. Nothing ive never seen before. I found myself staring into the blackhole as its everexpanding surface got larger and larger, i dont know how long ive been sitting here now, but i finally hear them coming back, i pick myself off the ground and rush to their underground base, falling through the hole, luckily i caught myself before being injured, thanks to some hanging cave vines.

Phil and Tommy Seemed to finally find some useful items, such as 8 enderpearls, some blazerods and alot of other self-defense loot, such as armor. i dropped down casully, and greeted them with "Joy" i was wondering what i could do to stop them, they seemed to be trying to escape, but i just found myself going along with them, for my own sake. I could hear it above us, when we finally found the ender-portal i felt.. A weird feeling, not like before. the need to be free, the need to get away from the impending doom, unlike before where i was allured to it, everything seemed to be okay with myself now.

Tho as i stood there on the side while Phil placed the ender eyes into the slots, i could feel two parts of me fighting, the one who wanted doom, and the one who truly just wanted to escape. Phil Finally Placed the last eyes into the slot, i could hear the blackhole wooshing through the wind, I closed my eyes and jumped through the portal. Finally, i actully felt free. Free of the urge, free of the impending doom. But i still found myself feeling empty.

Dispite my tryumphs i feel like shit. I wish i could've helped charlie while i could. i stare off into the pitch black bottom of the end, until tommy approaches me and right when i try to speak, SLAPS ME, and says, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHERE THE FUCK IS CHARLIE?!" I clear my voice, still having the sound of dissapointment in myself in my voice.

I see Tommys eyes try to resist tears, He just runs away, off to where Phil is, as Phil is already getting ready to fight the enderdragon. I walk over depressivly, armed with nothing. Only my own words, if i die by this dragon, god knows i deserve it, maybe ill see charlie again then. I screamed words i didnt even understand at the dragon, tho i imagine they must've been pretty offensive. Tommy had taken care of the End-crystals, all we had to do was kill it now. Phil ran in with a glimmering diamond sword, and stabbed it in the chest. Exp went everywhere, little green-yellow balls of power. and with that, we finally did it. we were finally done. Me, Tommy and Phil looked at eachother, took a deep breath then dived into the unknown void-portal that was there after defeating the dragon. we were ok. ..at least we thought we were, we are being teleported into the void, where it all started, hopefully ill have written some more logs, if not, im sorry Charlie. im sorry Phil and Tommy aswell. I should've just helped you all from the start, i can hear the wooshing getting louder and the force PULLING on me now, u7il next ti~=e. [EnD LOg]

[archer3-13]

I know some fans are going to be upset that they were promised to have playable Zephia, Marnie, Griss and instead end up with clone who have the same design/appearance but not the same personaily because they are different people, but I like the Four Winds better, they are better written

gotta be frank annon i dont sit in either camp. I never once expected zephia, marni or griss to be playable, I kinda preferred that they were not, but I also can't bring myself to invest in the four winds as characters specifically because their recolors of the four hounds, and they make me wish for atleast a playable marni cause that woulda made for some very fascinating support convos.

cause frankly it doesn't even matter if the four winds are decently written characters or not, their clone design looks are always gonna weigh them down in some form through conflation with their original expys. madelines perfectly fine, but everytime I see her im gonna be thinking "playable marni woulda been pretty neat, coulda got to delve more into that hot mess" cause they look exactly the fucking same. It was a stupid move no matter how ya cut it, not even just because of that conflation. gregory and zelestia shouldn't be looking like griss and zephia when they dont share any of the same values, attitudes or beliefs as characters.

Griss going into battle with no shirt and tattered aspects of his cloths fits the psycho sadomasochists vibe, but gregory is written as character that would dress the stark opposite of that and removing the tats and piercings doesnt fix that fundamental disconnect. Same with zelestia, and i think the best display of that issue is in how their casual outffits for the somniel do fit them but would not fit their main game counterparts at all. i can see gregory in a sweater vest and dress shirt combo like the nerd he is, griss would look ridiculous in it. and by that same thread, gregory looks ridiculously stupid in that edgeboy combat outfit thats otherwise a natural fit on griss.

The only one it kinda works in sharing outfits with is madeline, but even then something made from the ground up for her would look different enough from marnis look.

the TL:DR of it is that I never thought it was a good idea to begin with, and im pissed that they did it so half assed when they did do it cause it just makes the wrong impression for these characters and does them no favors.

[cheyandyukisystem-jiraiblog]

I wanna put together a last minute Ame cosplay fir Halloween (I'm going trick or treating with a friend tomorrow) but idk if I can because is wearing short sleeves at night a good idea for someone who a. Has Raynaud's syndrome and would FREEZE and b. Has not very healed scars on their arms

I could always wear a jacket or some sort of gloves but what fucking jacket or gloves would I wear?? I don't have anything to make an Ame cosplay other than her main outfit stuff, I don't think I have any coats or jackets or gloves that she has in any outfit she wears anywhere

But anyways. This part is somewhat of a reminder for me so I don't forget that I want to do this. I wanna use that dark red lace shirt over a tank top (as I normally do) plus that suspender skirt with the buckles in front. Then just plain black knee high socks and my creepers platforms, and ofc the makeup will be easy but then for the hair I need to ask my mom if she has a black wig and if not then I'll go to the store and get one of those cheap ones because it doesnt really matter much as this is a last minute temporary thing. I'll also try and get my mom to either help me sew a fake collar like Ame's quick or I'll just not have a collar, and I'll attach my lizlisa sweater bow to it for the bow! That works, right?

[queer-enderdragon]

Doomsday is upon them. Tommy decides to be selfish.

His hands tangle on his friends oversized suit, one he heard tubbo said wanted to get rid of a long time ago, and mutters: "Lets just go. Right now. Fuck it, the world hasnt been kind to us, so lets just leave"

Tubbo, understandably, refuses. "And what of everything we built on here? If- If doomsday does happen, what will be of Ghostbur's libray! The bakery…! Our- Our…" Our lives. he wanted to add.

But all of that actually died with lmanberg a long time ago. None of them want to accept that. New lmanberg was a husk of what it used to be. The best they could do at the time over the corpse of a nation. Tubbo knows that.

"It doesnt matter! Just… let's grab- grab the books. Grab friend. Tell ranboo of- i don't know- our general direction. And i'll make sure ghostbur knows-" Tommy tries to breath, slow and sucking in a lot of air. He fails.

Tubbo plays with the suit he wanted so bad to burn. Underneath, his original shirt barely saw the light of day those days. He wanted to change that so bad, but…

...Maybe there was not an actual "but" to stop him.

"…If we… we rebuilt new lmanberg… from zero, over a crater, over- over the remains of our past…" Tommy looks at him. He feels something weird on his stomach, warm, nice and… uncomfortable. Yet familiar "It can be done again" Tubbo sees from the high hill he was standing on, new lmanberg, all his work…

His own unfinished symphony...

"I'll go get the books, you get friend. And i'll make sure to free the bees and turn off the ovens in the bakery and-" Tommy hugs him. Tubbo stays still. It takes him a little to hug back "Come on, big man... We dont have time to lose"

He could finish it somewhere else. Somewhere calmer.

...

New lmanberg is gone the next day, a grid of obsidian decorating the sky above. So Its Tubbo, Tommy, Friend and ghostbur. Ranboo is gone too within a week.

They are never seen in the greater dreamsmp again.

...

Whats next is pure hear-say, let me warn you.

There are tales, of a very special place near the glitched farlands. It lies in the fine line of the functioning part of a world and the chaos of the great glitched wall.

There, you can find a tiny city hidden by trees. It's made out of quartz, birch and some terracotta. Is beautiful, but is a ghost town.

Or thats what it seems at first, during the day.

At night, it blooms.

There, in what was the dead of night until they came, you'll stumble upon a lively community.

People lost to time, people once taken from their homes, people who never had one in the first place. All of them rise their drinks in a cheer every night in that place.

The city is alive and the streets full, in what feels like an ever ending festival. Music from a guitar echoes all around alongside a baa of a sheep (and a few laughs). And near the center, near a fountain, eating and laughing, you'll find the leader. Broken horns making the illusion of once being curled to the back on the head of his, leafy green shirt badly buttoned and scars covering his forehead; He laughs the hardest and seems always full of a strange whimsy.

To his side, his friend and second on charge. White and red shirt, golden-brown hair, bandages in only one of his wrists instead of most of his body, a blue sweater tied around his hips. He smiles brightly and looks around, out of habit than anything else. And he smiles wider at the sight of everyone beside him.

He feels… maybe not at peace, not yet. But he is happy knowing the only trouble he'll get into is one made by his own hand. And even then, nothing too big. A one day adventure at most.

When the tiny city wakes with the moon, everywhere you'll see is full of luminous decorations, a good part made out of vines that shine and feed its cohabitants; Multi-color paper signs with various cuts to make figures are seen too, and many flags with a familiar color palette, the ones representing the home of this people forgotten by time and the world.

And this hidden, but thriving community born from the selfish decision of a teen was called…

Lmanbloom.

[thegracelessfaceless]

🔥Summer Time Sal Fisher Extravaganza!🔥

(Contains HCs + a short imagine sequence)

Cw: mentions of sickness due to overheating, vomit mention

When it comes to seasons, autumn and winter are definitely Sal's favorites

He loves all the warm, cozy stuff, good food, and especially the cool to frigid weather.

Autumn and winter Sally are Sal in his natural state, with the oversized sweaters, jeans, fingerless gloves with hoodie and earmuffs

But this post isn't about Sal in winter and fall

Here's some sweet wintertime Sal stuff if you're looking for that

But it's practically July, and we're all kind of burning up, aren't we?

So, yeah, Sally isn't a fan of summer.

He starts getting cranky around the middle of spring, just when it's starting to warm up

His prosthetic is so hot, physically and aesthetically.

It's thick, at least a good quarter of an inch, and either fiberglass or a thick polymer plastic, but definitely not something as soft as medical grade silicone.

Also, it's not just smooth inside like a normal mask would be

There's gonna be all sorts of supporting ridges and padding where Sal needs support to the parts of his face that had the most damage

As well as the tissue Sal shoves up in the right cheek area to help tamp down his drool situation

Needless to say, going around with a thick layer on your face, in summer, with your breath constantly bouncing back in your face because your prosthetics designer gave your mask a coin slot for a mouth... It would make for a bad time.

Those nose holes only provide so much ventilation and I speak this from experience

So to beat the heat, Sal sheds his oversized sweaters and flannels and jeans for cooler clothes, but sticks with his prosthetic

In my DR, Sal didn't like going out without his prosthetic until after his prison stint, where he came to terms with his appearance. Now he only wears it on bad pain days and around kids so he doesnt scare them

But in his teens and early twenties, Sal was much more shy

Since he didn't feel comfortable without his prosthetic, he tried to relieve the heat with clothes that help him stay as cool as possible when in public

I'm talking tank tops and board shorts, band shirts that he's cut the sleeves off of (and sometimes a good portion of the sides too) and cargo shorts, kilts, skirts that Ash lets him borrow, if it keeps him cool, he's wearing it

When Sal is home, or at Larry's, it becomes more a matter of Sal appreciating feeling air in his skin period, whether it's his face or his body

On super hot days you can catch him in only jeans, pajama pants, or his boxers (but only in his room)

Products used by Sal to lessen his sweaty misery during the hot months: baby powder, athletic powder, chalk powder, corn starch, deodorant, antiperspirant, dryer sheets, vapor rub (the menthol makes him think he's cooler than he really is)

If you drop in at Larry's while Sal's there, any summer between 1993 to 1999, you will find them shirtless and gaming or sunken into bean bags surrounded by instruments, sweaty from exchanging licks on the guitar or bass

Their shirts can always be found in the living room, tossed on the couch like they took their shirts off like you would your jacket upon arriving home

Neither Sal or Larry tolerate high heat levels well, though Larry fares better than Sal

Some of the meds Sal takes make him more sensitive to heat and sunlight

So if Sal gets too hot, he starts getting sick at his stomach and a headache. If ignored, his body will decide to start vomiting, which Sal hates, so he feels even worse and eventually has to go home and lie down for a while.

Sal tries to avoid going outside if the heat levels go above 95°

Due to his scarring, his sweat glands got a little messed up, so some work, some don't. Regardless it means he can't cool off the way the body is intended to

However his only exception is to go swimming

Larry discovered this the summer after Sal came to Nockfell...

It was a sweltering July afternoon, around three when the day was at it's hottest. The AC at Addison's was on the fritz, and Larry and Sal were laying like dead flies on the kitchen floor of Larry's apartment. The basement apartment was cooler than Sal's up on the fourth floor, but not by much.

"You wanna go to the lake, dude?" Larry asked as he shifted his body so it was touching fresh, cool tile instead of the body heated tile he had previously been occupying.

"I dunno, Larry" Sal said from his spot on the floor only feet away, "It's hot as hell. Everyone's gonna be there. And I'm already having to dry my prosthetic out from the sweat, so I can't wear it."

So Larry went about describing this spot that he knew about, a pretty deep creek that split off from Wendigo Lake.

"Not a lot of people know about it, dude. My dad used to take me there when I was a kid... There's a swinging rope (:3)."

Finally, between the unbearable heat, which was ever pressing down on Sal as he did the same as Larry and repositioned himself on a new stretch of cool tile, and Larry's descriptions of this forest oasis, Sally relented, "Okay. We'll go. But I'm not walking."

"Of course, dude" Larry said, getting up to ask Lisa to drive them. He remembered the last time Sal had overheated. They had tried to walk clear across town to a new record shop and Larry had ended up having to carry Sal home, thrown over his shoulder. It wouldn't have been so bad, but about halfway there, Sal had puked down his back

Lisa happily drove them. The boys had been laying around for days, and she was happy for the excuse to get them outside.

The heat got better once Larry and Sal got under the canopy of the trees surrounding Wendigo Lake. Larry led Sal straight to it, no loss of direction at all, even though there was no trail. Sal did have a little struggle at the end, there was a hill that was just too steep for Sal's shorter legs to climb. There were rocks interspersed up the hill, which Larry climbed easily. To his credit, Sal tried, trying to stretch from one rock to the next, but they were spaced too far apart.

So Larry ended up giving him a hand and hauling Sal up the hill from where he was perched. They were more than a little sweaty in their swim shorts and shirts, and getting a little cranky. But as Sal stood from climbing up the last bit of hill, he looked down at the view that was now unblocked.

Sal had been seeing glimpses of a creek that, in his opinion, seemed too dried up to swim in. They might be lucky to get their ankles wet, he had thought. But before him, he saw that the creek widened here, and looked pretty deep, the water dark and the bottom concealed. There was a tree next to them, large and sprawling and it shaded the area. A thick rope was tied to a low hanging branch and a set of bicycle handlebars had been tied to it, for maximum grip.

A tree had fallen in the creek at some point and the water covered it except for the ends of gnarly looking roots which stuck up at one end. A part of its long trunk was visible in the water towards the center. Beyond the tree, there was an area that had been cleared enough for lounging on the shore and in one space, sunbathing.

"Well?" Larry asked, "What do you-"

And Sal was already sprinting past Larry, catching the rope as he passed and swinging into the water, coming up a few seconds later with a victorious whoop.

Larry blinked for a second. Besides fights, he'd never seen Sal move so fast. He looked to the left where Sal had been standing and only found his shirt, shoes, socks, and towel. He smiled to himself as he bent to collect his friends things and carried them to the little cove the forest made. Once there, Larry's shirt, towel and shoes joined Sal's in a little pile off to the side. Then he returned to the hill and flung himself into the water, not even using the rope, letting out a Tarzan yell as he speared through the air.

And that's how Larry learned that Sal absolutely loves all things water.

They were there until well after dark, which worked out because they were able to walk back home in relative safety from the heat at that point.

Yes, Sal will swim all day if you let him

Sal really likes diving and being completely submerged

The feeling of near weightlessness that water gives Sal on his face, head and neck is a huge relief, and he takes full advantage of it

In the summer months, Sal and the gang spent a lot of time at the lake, either where everyone else swims, but mostly at Larry's secret spot

Sal was never taught to swim btw

His body has just always known how

He'd only ever been swimming twice before Larry took him to his cove, and those times were at the pool

So when Sal swims, it's not like he's swimming and diving like a professional athlete or anything

He can doggy paddle, long stroke, and mermaid dive

But it works for him, he can swim like hell and hold his breath forever

It's actually kind of beautiful seeing Sal underwater

His hair swirls around his head and face like seaweed, the bubbles decorate the ridges of his scars and his smile is absolutely radiant