#That sort of stuff gets cleaned up really fast so it was weird

[mushroominaforest]

How are ya doing

I was having a pretty good week, then at school I got told to call my mom and while my mom was yelling at me over the phone I came across what I assume can only be an omen of death so uh. Probably not a good sign

[witherby]

hello! great work so far :-) im getting into batfam myself and been loving the platonic/familial works you do w littlest wayne! was wondering if you'd ever do an teen y/n or just an older one? I'd love to see you tackle the idea of a robin y/n or jaybe just some angsty kid stuff,,,,,, hope you had a good new years!

-- :33Anon

I love angst with my whole heart and soul, and I'm happy to write it with a slightly older Reader. Hope you don't mind I've commandeered your prompt to showcase the ability you guys voted on.

This one's a long read so I'm splitting it up. This part is roughly 2400+ words.

The Littlest Wayne: Uncertain Home

(Part 1/2)

Masterlist is Here!

Uncle J'onn is looking at you curiously.

He's been doing that a lot, lately. When Daddy brings you to the Watchtower to be babysat so he can go save the world, one of his co-workers that they can afford to spare gets put in charge of keeping an eye on you. Usually it's Uncle Hal, but this time it's J'onn and he's in his natural form, which you don't mind. Green is your favorite color, and his whole body is green! He's nice and calm, and tells you lots of stories and plays any game you want, even if it's hard for him not to cheat and read your mind. He says it's instinct. You don't hold it against him because you still have fun.

Lately, though, when he talks to you, he tilts his head a bit. He usually does that when he can't understand something.

You wipe your face, checking for cookie crumbs. All clean. You search your shirt for any weird marks or stains. All clean. You scrunch your nose and puff out your cheeks, pouting.

"What's wrong, uncle J'onny?" You ask him. Daddy says the way to get honest answers from someone is just to be forthcoming (Dicky told you what forthcoming meant when you asked him later), so you are. "Did I do something wrong?"

That seems to snap his train of thought. J'onn shakes his head and goes back to sorting out the jigsaw puzzle pieces for you. You're good enough at this to do 100-piece puzzles, now, and when you get really stuck you don't even cry anymore!

"Nothing is wrong, Flittermouse," he says, watching you start putting the edges together first like Dami taught you. "You are simply...changing. Differences are not inherently wrong."

"What's inherably mean?"

"Inherently. It means instinctively, or something that is "set in stone." A rule that does not change. I am stating that change is not something that is always wrong. It's not a firm rule."

You pout and try to process all of that in your brain. It was a partial answer. Daddy says that means people might want to hide something from you.

"What's changing?" You ask him. "I got older a week ago. Is that what you mean? I'm four, now. Grandpappy says I'm getting so big and growed up. He says to not do that so fast. I dunno how, though. He's silly."

J'onn hums. His eyes look away from you as he considers what to say. You put one whole edge together before he speaks again.

"You know that I am not a human, correct?"

"Yeah, I know," you say. "I don't care. I love you. And auntie Diana. And uncle Clark. And uncle Barry. And —"

"Thank you," J'onn gently interrupts. "Do you also know that, sometimes, humans are born not entirely human? That sometimes they get special abilities?"

"Yeah, I know that," you repeat.

"I suspect that —" he cuts himself off, hesitates, then starts again. "Little one. You are showing signs of being one of those humans with special abilities."

"I am?" You ask. You perk up. "Can I fly?!"

You immediately abandon the puzzle and climb onto your chair, about to jump off of it to try and fly around, but J'onn catches you by the back of your shirt before you can hit the ground.

"You cannot."

"Aww...then I don't wanna be a megahuman," you complain, stomping your foot.

"Metahuman."

"Whatever."

"I am sorry," J'onn says, "I did not mean to upset you. I do think you are developing powers, however."

"Not fly powers?" You frown.

"No, not flight powers."

"Boring," you say, blowing raspberries. J'onn cracks a smile at your antics and you giggle. "Help me do the puzzle, please!"

"Alright," he relents, sorting more pieces for you. You're both quiet for a while, and you get the whole frame done before he speaks again.

"Little one. Do you know your father's rule about metahumans?"

"Yeah," you say, grinning, because you're a great listener. You pitch your voice down and make it scratchy. It's adorable in your four-year-old tone. "No metas in Gotham. I am Nighttime. Raaahhh."

J'onn huffs in amusement. "Right. He usually means what he says, does he not?"

"Yeah," you agree, "daddy is a bad liar. He lied and said he didn't eated the last cookie once, but he did eated it. Alfie was mad, 'cause it was for Dami, but Dami didn't care. He likes brownies more than cookies. I like brownies, too."

"I figured," J'onn says. He's not looking at you again. This time he's frowning.

"Do you want brownies?" You ask, figuring that was the issue. "I don't have any. I can ask for some when Daddy comes back. I'm good at sharing, 'cause I'm a good noodle, like Jay says."

"No, but thank you for offering to share. Jason is right, you are a good noodle."

You preen. "I know!"

J'onn drops the subject again and helps you complete the puzzle. You squint at every piece in concentration and politely ask him if he can dim the lights so you can work better. He complies, and after another hour and a half, you have a completed image on the table.

"Yay! We did it!"

The sounds of chatter and footsteps appear down the hall moments later, and you spring to your feet in delight.

"Hello!!!" You shout.

A chorus of "hello!" greets you in return from multiple heroes, and the rest of the Justice League files into the room one by one. They don't look too roughed up, so the mission wasn't very dangerous. That's good. You stand by the door and offer them hugs. Everyone complies, to your endless delight.

"Daddy!" You cheer when you see him, running and hugging Batman's legs. He scoops you into his arms and you grin and point at the table. "Uncle J'onny and I dided a whole puzzle! I didn't give up!"

"Good job, Mouse," Bruce says, reaching out to adjust the light. "You did it in the dark?"

"Yeah," you grin, kicking your feet. "Did you punch bad guys?"

"I did."

"Did you win?"

"Yes."

"Can we have ice cream?"

"Maybe after dinner." He carries you down the hall and towards his temporary quarters, the place he'll stay after a particularly tough mission when he can't make it home right away, and deposits you gently on the bed. "I have to debrief with everyone, and then we can pack up and go home."

"Okay, daddy," you say, already digging through the nightstand for a toy to play with. "I stay right here!"

"Good job," he says again, kissing the top of your head, and leaves you alone with a small wave.

--

The next time you need to be at the Watchtower, it's with Uncle Clark and Auntie Diana. The mission wasn't a super dangerous one, so they both got to stay behind and entertain you.

Today, you're a cashier at your world-famous grocery store. You have the best ingredients all over the world.

"Welcome to the groshy store, what do you want stranger?" You demand, getting into character. Clark looks mildly offended.

"Whoa, hello. That's a lot of 'tude for a paying customer," he says.

"You didn't buy nothing yet! Whataya want!"

"Uh. Some carrots please."

"All out."

Clark narrows his eyes at you. "Can you check in the back?"

You turn around. You turn back.

"All out. Whataya want!"

"You barely looked!" He insists.

"FRESH OUTTA CARROTS, BUB. WHATAYA WANT."

"Oh my goodness, now there's yelling. I think I need to speak to a manager."

"Okay!" You shuffle across the room and grab Diana's hand, leading her back to Clark. "This is the manager. Auntie, tell him all the carrots are gone. He can't have any."

Diana covers her mouth to stifle her laughter. "You heard them, stranger. There are no carrots here."

"Well, aside from the blatant nepotism, auntie, I think you're hiding the carrots from me," Clark huffs, crossing his arms. "I need them for my soup. Guess I'll go to the grocery store across town. I hear they're nicer."

"No," you gasp, "wait. Okay maybe I have one secret carrot. I go get it."

You leave their giggling forms and run over to the toy box that was set up for you on the watch tower, thrusting your hands inside to dig around. You squint your eyes, but all the bright colors are hard to distinguish properly. In the dark spaces, deeper into the box, is where you cast your focus. Instinctively, you follow the trail and close your hand around a plastic carrot. You lift your hand triumphantly.

"Okay, got it!" You cry, only to startle when you find both Clark and Diana kneeling beside your toy chest. Diana picks you up around the waist and takes several steps back, and Clark's eyes turn that funny shade of blue they do when he's using x-ray vision. "Umm, I gotted the carrot already. It's in my hand."

"Are you injured?" Diana asks you, expression deadly serious. You frown and shake your head. "You're certain? I could sense something in that box with you."

"No, I'm fine," you promise. Clark stands up and his eyes go back to normal. He shrugs, brows furrowed.

"There's nothing in there but toys."

"Yeah," you nod, "toys and dark spots."

Both heroes look at you. You squirm in Diana's hold shyly.

"Um, want to pay for the carrot?" You ask, holding it up. "It's only ten dollars. Orrr one lollipop." You whisper conspiratorially. "I can be bribed."

Diana and Clark exchange glances. Clark gingerly takes the carrot from you and puts it back in the toy box.

"Sold. Let's go to the kitchen and pick out which flavor you want."

You grin, forgetting about the game, and Diana puts you on the ground so you can follow excitedly after them. With a couple "pretty please's" and your lethal puppy dog eyes, you even manage to get two lollipops. You ask to be hoisted onto the counter so you can swing your feet as you enjoy the candy, and both heroes perch on either side of you.

It's quiet for a while. It feels like that weird, anticipatory quiet you felt with Uncle J'onny, but you don't know what for, so you wait for one of them to speak. You finish off one whole sucker and open the second one when it happens.

"Mouse?" Clark eventually asks, "can you explain what you meant about your toys? That there are dark spots in there?"

"Yeah," you say, "shadows. Dark spots. Light not touching."

"And you can...feel shadows?"

You hum, thinking it over. "Um...yes. Kind of."

Clark and Diana look at each other again. They're frowning. You frown.

"Can you tell us what you mean by that?" She asks.

"Um. I wanted the carrot, for uncle Clark," you say, "so he can buy it at my groshy store. And the dark spots showed me where it was, and I grabbed it."

"Did they also help you complete the jigsaw puzzle, when you were with J'onn?" Diana asks. "It was quite dark when we got back." You nod.

"Yeah. Easier to do in the dark. It's not cheating!" You blurt. "I didn't cheated!"

"Okay, ya' didn't cheat," Clark agrees, gently patting your back. There's a slight drawl in his words which usually shows up when he's stressed out. "We're just curious, is all, darlin'. Seems you've got a... A special talent, we can call it."

"It's a power. They're a metahuman, Kal," Diana says simply, "and you know Bruce's rule."

The rule? Which one? Always brushing your teeth before bedtime? Or maybe no sweets until you finish your dinner? Hmm, but you haven't had dinner yet. That doesn't make sense.

"No metas in Gotham. I'm very aware, Diana."

"Then you see the problem."

Oh. Now you think you know why uncle J'onny was upset that day.

"Now wait a minute," Clark says. He looks genuinely angry, which confuses you. Did they not like that you could ask the dark for help? They had superpowers, too. You figured they would be happy. "They're his kid."

You are. You're Daddy's little Flittermouse, scampering around and bringing joy. That's what everyone tells you. They love you.

"You've seen how hard he works to keep us out of Gotham," Diana says. "We can be trusted to babysit, but we can't enter the city? What does that tell you?"

"That's different. He's territorial, we all know that. He's not a monster, Diana. He would never hurt them —"

"I'm not saying he is. I'm not saying he would. But I am saying that he doesn't bend his own rules. He does not make exceptions."

Oh.

You sit almost numbly on the counter and watch Clark and Diana start to argue over your place in Gotham. Over your place at home.

You think about Daddy's rule about no metas in Gotham. You think about your new ability to interact with shadows.

Oh.

The lollipop tastes like ash on your tongue and the tips of your fingers feel like tv static. When you blink, your eyes sting as they well up with tears. You've been so good about not throwing fits, about not being a crybaby, about being as strong as your super cool daddy and brothers and grandpa.

But you can't call them that anymore, can you? They don't want metas in Gotham, and that's what you are, now. You can't live with your family anymore.

Large, fat tears roll down your cheeks and your bottom lip wobbles. You whimper and both Diana and Clark whip their heads around to look at you in shock.

"No, oh no, don't cry," Diana coos, "you don't need to worry. Your father isn't —"

You bat her hands away when she reaches for you and jump off the counter, running underneath Clark's cape. They don't catch on to what you're doing in time.

Clark practically rips it off and fans it on the floor, floating above it with wide eyes. Diana kneels next to the fabric and frantically pats it, searching for you.

But there's nothing. You've fled into the shadow Clark's body cast and allowed the darkness to swallow you.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

My understandings of what Primarchs are currently alive and dead, what their status' are: Loyalists: Leman Russ: Running butt ass naked in the Warp, if the armour if any indication. Probably a Wulfen and horribly mutated like Corvus. Possibly could be fine. Chances very slim for him not be a mutated wolf thing with viking braids. Anyway his sons are mildly disturbed by the armour they keep finding Lion: Alive and pissed. Commits so many war crimes behind Guilliman's back. May or may not be making it his personal goal to give Guilliman as many grey hairs as possible. Roboute Guilliman: Stressed and thinks humans can't rule themselves. Asshole. Needs a break and to actually spend time with humans and actually thinking about the fact it's been ten thousand fucking years. That's impressive for an empire. Corvus Corax: Fucked up bird man in the warp. Probably learning that feathers suck to get blood out of and questioning how the fuck his white winged brother kept his feathers so fucking clean even though said brother routinely caused blood baths in life. Has probably pecked someone to death. Vulkan: Probably alive. Somewhere. Might actually be in a volcano somewhere. His death goes against his lore so who knows what the fuck is going on here. Jaghatai Khan: Also in the warp, has no idea where the fuck he is and isn't stopping for directions. Honestly he's actually existed the warp couple of times he was going so fucking fast. Probably also slowly getting mutated. Might be fine though. Probably passed a naked Leman a couple of times and is really confused by the fucked up bird thing calling itself Corvus. Rogal Dorn: Could be dead, could have a sick ass prosthetic hand. No idea what's going on with him. Sanguinius: Incredibly dead. Probably a good thing that he is. Otherwise he'd probs be a traitor primarch too with the Imperium in its current state- Ferrus Manus: Also very dead. Probably was seething mad at being killed by Fulgrim. Very likely died seething mad. Traitors: Fulgrim: Is a four armed winged snake thing. Having mad sex and doing way too many drugs. Probably also eating a lot too. And then sleeping it off because snake. Has a chunky boyfriend if Tumblr is to be believed. Magnus: Trying to rebuild, also an arrogant prick. I support him even if he's a dick. If only because what happened to Prospero was a travesty of the highest order. You go my weird rainbow nipple horned demon prince. What is your obsession with titty horns??? Mortarion: Depressed but has family. Is infected with diseases that are probably not even invented yet. Probably also not a skinny rail of a man anymore courtesy of Papa Nurgle who is a better dad then the Emperor ironically. Probably can't stand to look himself in the Mirror. Angron: Angy, so very angy. And obsessed with blood. Even if he wasn't immortal by virtue of being a demon prince, he'd probably be too angry to die. Not entirely sure if this is actually better then being dead. Lorgar: Not entirely sure, but I assume he's somewhere in the warp spreading the word of chaos like some sort of messed up anti jesus or something.

Alpharius /Omegon: One's dead, the other is alive. Which twin died and which one is alive is a damn good question. Possibly neither are even dead. Absolute bastards (affectionate). Perterabo: Grumpy old man wanting to be left alone and forge. He yearns for it. Mostly content to just make stuff and burn his skin off. Good things he's a demon now I guess. Go make stuff, have a hobby that's kinda healthy. Sort of. Konrad: Pretty dead. Saw it happen and let it happen. Probably for the best because dear god this man as a demon prince is terrifying. Horus: Also very dead. Might actually be even more dead then Sanguinius considering Horus' soul was probably destroyed.

[fayecreates]

Naked in Manhattan

A/N: pls send requests, i need them for my shitty trip. (A little update 2 days later) im gonna cry my eyes out if i have to stay her for any longer.

Premise: Teen!Vi x teen!reader, being unlikely friends, having a sleepover together and that leads to a bit of silly stuff (NOTHING WEIRD JUST KISSING)

Warnings: uh kissing? Idk, dont read this if you’re like 30 cuz thats a little weird. Probably a wrong description of friday the 13th, i watched it like 5 years ago so idk all i know is theres a sex scene at the start.

Words: 1,481

To put it simply, you were a weird kid. From 1st grade to now you didnt have many friends. It wasnt horrible, it was honestly pretty nice. Less drama to worry about and more time to get your homework done so you can do whatever you want. That was until you met Vi.

She was a pretty sociable person, not like happy to talk constantly, just unafraid of interaction. You both sat by each other during biology, it came to you easily but with Vi it took a little more time… after a while she started to ask for your help. It was never a demand to do her homework, and you could tell that she was really struggling. It started with a few short explanations, to a few short conversations about the shitty teacher, to plans to hang out afterschool. It was all so fast for you, was this even how friendships started? Either way it was fine, not like you could call it off when you’re 5 minutes away from her house.

Your heart raced at the thought of even being in her house. Was it weird to dress up for this? Were your pajamas appropriate? What would her house look like? You sat in the backseat of the car, gripping onto the strap of your bag for dear life, contemplating if it was even normal to be this nervous. I mean you were acting like you were going on your first date, and it’d be weird to date another girl, right? I mean Vi was pretty but wasn’t in a romantic way, maybe… your racing thoughts were cut off by the sudden stop of the car. You quickly got out, making sure you had all your stuff on you.

After talking to Vi’s dad Vander for a little, you sat on the floor of Vi’s bedroom, looking around like you about escape. She had a few posters, most of some boxers you didn’t know and some rock bands you also didn’t know. Her room was messy but you can see that she attempted to clean up a bit. It was a little after 9pm, Vi was talking to her dad about watching some movies on the TV. A part of you wanted to beg to be picked up and the other wanted to stay forever.

“Alright, you up to watch some horror movies?” Vi said with a smirk on her face, holding up a few CDs of shitty shock value horror. You smiled, standing up and walking quickly to living room together.

You both sat on the couch together, a space between the two of you. “Okay… Friday the 13th or Hellraiser?” She asked with a daring look on her face as she held both them up. You pointed to Friday the 13th, i mean you’ve heard about it more so it couldn’t be that bad, right? Vander was out going to the store, and Powder was out for the night by now. Vi put the CD in and you both sat watching. Maybe you spent a little too much time caring about if your posture was bad or if you should hold something, but as soon as the opening scene came on you didn’t know how to act. Seeing the people move in such a manner to mimic sex, you knew it was probably not real but it made you blush a bit. As you listened to the faux moans, you felt weird. You imagined yourself as the girl for a minute, it wasn’t too enjoyable compared to imagining the both of you there. But you wouldn’t do that with Vi, that would be weird, right. Safe to say you stayed silent for the rest of the movie, barely even getting scared if you excuse jumping a few times.

After it had ended you sort of just spaced out. Vi took a notice of that, assuming you were just scared or something. “…you wanna watch something easier?” She said after a second of silence, you just nodded. She quickly got up to look through CDs again, finally landing on Mean Girls to cleanse your palate. Putting in and watching felt a bit better. You both made fun of them and laughed with each other, it was weirdly bonding. The clock hit 11pm, you guys were a bit closer on the couch. You looked to Vi at a funny part, seeing if she would laugh, you didn’t know why seeing her smile made your heart race. Your eyes met and she smiled at just you, but you felt like you were caught stealing something so you quickly looked away.

The movie ended and Vander came back, telling you both to go to bed. You both obliged, even though you shared a small look, knowing you’d stay up until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You both sat on the floor of Vi’s bedroom, attempting to think of something to do. “Maybe we could play truth or dare?” You ask, it was stereotypical but it was a fun game, theoretically. Vi lit up, like it was the idea of a century. “I’ll start, truth or dare?” Vi said with a smile, holding her pillow in her lap. “Truth?” You were bit unsure, still anxious if all your actions were okay. “Okay… who’s your celebrity crush?” Vi asks with the same smile plastered on her face. You thought long and hard, you couldn’t say some like Kristen Stewart or any other girl, that would make it so tense. “…uh… whoever the actor is for Elvira…” you say, hesitant but you couldn’t lie. Lying would be worse than making it awkward. She looked a bit shocked. “Really? You like girls?” She says like it just unexpected rather than weird. “I dont know… i mean probably.” You say, trying to push off the topic, it wasn’t something for you to decide right now, or you just told yourself that. It was silent and awkward for a moment, well for you. You forgot it was your turn. “Oh, truth or dare?” You say quickly, attempting to completely forget, or at least think of a way to give yourself short term memory loss. “Truth.” She says, her smile still unmoving. “Uh… have you ever dated someone?” You ask, a little hesitant. The warm light of a lamp illuminated Vi’s face, it was covered in scars but it was pretty to you. “No, datings for losers.” She says with a laugh, it was unexpected though. Someone so nice, so pretty, i mean you would totally date her— never mind. “Truth or dare.” Vi says, her voice daring. You couldn’t pick truth again, it’d a pussy move. “Dare.” You said with a surge of confidence. It was a moment of silence as Vi contemplated what dare to give her.

“I dare you to kiss me.” Vi says with a smirk, like she knew you wouldn’t do it. Your face became hot as can be. You froze for a minute, it was so weird to even think about doing that with any girl, let alone Vi. You didn’t know if it was a sudden rush of adrenaline or what, all that you did know was the feeling of Vi’s lips pressed against yours. You held the side of her cheek, as if she would leave if you let go. Vi was surprised, well that was before she responded with ten times the amount of force in the kiss. Almost straight up knocking you down, her hands falling to your shoulder and your waist. After a minute that felt way too long, she broke the kiss. Your insides felt crazy, you had never felt like this ever. Her smile was so wide as she stared into your eyes, your own expression just being plain shocked.

“…was that too much?” Vi asked, you shook your head maybe a bit too much. You started to smile, the warm feeling growing in your stomach. With only the smallest bit of hesitance she kissed you once more, well it was more like a hundred small kisses, but it lasted forever. Her hand that was planted on your waist gently moved upwards onto your ribcage, feeling your heart race. On the other hand, yours were stuck like they were weighed down with concrete. It was awkward, intense as well, she prodded her tongue onto your lips just a bit, as if asking for entrance. You separate your lips a smidge, her tongue quickly entering. It was awkward, you let out a few weird noises, she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. After breaking the kiss, you both sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do next.

“Uh… that was nice…” Vi says with a flushed face and a dorky smile. You nodded, you had never once expected to make out with anyone, let alone a girl. It was nice, very nice.

[humiliatemeplesse]

You went out to meet up with friends one night and didn't turn off your computer. In fact, you forgot to close the website you had been looking at, a gay sock fetish website. Your roommate went into your room looking for his favorite workout t shirt, sometimes your stuff got mixed together when you both used the washing machine and dryer right after each other. He heard the fan to your computer kick in and for some reason it made him go over and hit the space bar. The screen lit up and there was you sock porn, guys sniffing each other's socked feet for pages and pages. When you came home that night, he was sitting in the living room watching TV drinking a beer. The first thing you noticed was that he had his jeans tucked into his socks. You thought that was weird because you had never seen him do that before, not even in sweatpants. He had his feet crossed up on the coffee table . He said hey, how you doing? Go grab a beer and come hang out, we haven't talked in a while. You got a beer and went back into the living room. You sat down and he looked at you and he kicked off his sneakers. They just fell to the floor. He said hey, I was in your room yesterday. You know how our laundry always gets mixed up, I was looking for my favorite t-shirt you know, the one from college. By mistake I hit the they keyboard to your computer and I saw the website you were looking at. What the fuck is that? You got some sort of fetish for guy's socks? There were pages and pages of guys sniffing each other's socks, what's that about? You were stunned and your heart started beating really fast and you started sweating and you mumbled something incoherent. Hey look, I'm not going to judge you, he said. But that's some weird shit. I mean we've all heard of this stuff before but it's still not normal. I can't believe that you've been able to hide it from me since college. So you know what I'm going to do for you? I'm going to let you sniff my sweaty soft feet. That's right, I'm not going to judge you and I'm going to give you what you need. But in exchange you're going to be my house bitch. And he laughed. That's right, you're going to do my laundry from now on. And you're going to clean this place top to bottom every week. Neither of us do it and frankly I'm sick of the mess and the dust. It's going to be your job from now on. And if I ask you to do anything else you do it without question. This doesn't mean I'm not your friend anymore, this just means you're going to do what I tell you to, you're just going to be my friend and my little bitch at the same time. He laughed again. And, if you don't do it I say, I'm going to tell all your friends, all your co-workers, and your family that you're a sock sniffer. And if you don't think I will, just try me. I hate to threaten you like that but, think of it this way, you get what you want and I get something out of it too. So get over here and get on your knees at the coffee table and start sniffing my sweaty soft feet. I don't change them every day, I usually just pick them up the floor every three or four days and wear them to work and working out and soccer practice too. They get pretty funky once in a while. So enjoy. Oh, and make sure you do my laundry before you go to bed tonight. And I'll expect the house to be clean top to bottom by the end of the weekend. Now go ahead, sniff 'em and sock boy. And he laughed again. You felt humiliated and like shit but you still had a hard on as you sniffed his stinking socks.

[forsaken-headcanons]

im gonna infodump my taph headcanons, and a few azure hcs i have :3c if i could kindly be referred to as -🌙🦴 anon, that'd be lovely!

CWs: suggestive, but not nsfw; self harm MENTIONED, but no details in specific. That should be all.

TAPH - he/they/it

selective mute, knows sign language .

audhd, tries not to be annoying .

head wings + lower back / waist wings

very big on textures, their robe/clothes are soft (or silky texture)

very big on hugs and cuddles, enjoys (literally) sleeping w people

favorite stims are kicking their feet and flapping their wings .

loves kissing and being kissed, platonic or romantic? no.

very very much touch starved.

likes to read, to hug or be hugged, and to watch shows

doesn't like loud nor sudden sounds at all.

has horribly weird fantasies, very vivid.

also has a journal to jot down said fantasies in :3

specializes in crafts and gadgets of all sorts

has a habit of fixating on people and getting obsessive by accident

easily startled and scared. flinches a LOT .

has horrible anxiety. the worrier EVER.

one thing it hates most is how easy it starts to tear up / cry

speaks one to two words around people he likes / loves

REALLY likes dark colors / the dark . royal purple :3

really paranoid always. lives in the woods..

likes the idea of romance and going out , but not the commitment

doesnt like leaving home.. likes friends sleeping over tho

prefers shows rather than movies

horrible issues with his feelings

almost weightless, lanky and thin :(

acespec, prefers to provide and give rather than revieve

really likes praise ..

has nice handwriting :3

horrible immune system. gets sick easily..

likes warm showers.. stays in so long he has no hot water left

has a lot of snacks for others, they dont eat it though

gets REALLY self conscious for no reason.

really against self harm, they scratch themselves subconsciously

really clingy by accident . abadonment issues.

enjoys kid shows.. probably watches bluey a lot

prefers tea but likes coffee

likes baking, not eating

likes all types of foods..

collects a lot of stuff.. a lot of soda tabs collected

reads really fast..

horrible at saying no or speaking any feelings of theirs

plays music to sleep.... has a speaker they use :)

plays game themes, calm music, and music w/ no lyrics..

likes to paint !!

loves any sort of feline :3 big kitties... augh.

AZURE - he/they/she on occasion

pretty good at styling hair :3

knows every plants botanical name... ily azure

loves swans cuz twotime coded

sleeps with like one pillow no blanket

takes sleeping pills... insomnia..

stress cleans.. cleans when upset..

one of their favorite petnames is "my nightshade"

made their hat by themselves..

grows in-season plants..

loves braiding hair......

has a blanket closet for absolutely no reason

enjoys staying up late!

yapper ever. hello autism

at one point he owned a millipede.

knows how to sew and stitch, passtime..

loves the quiet :3

photographic memory...

owns a greenhouse near where he lives. it is always full of life..

he puts out food for certain animals sometimes :3

thank you for reading my yap session

-🌙🦴

Ooh, I really really love the Taph ones. Thank you for the content warning.

[lobotomisedsims]

SIMS 4: BEETLEJUICE MOD

Though I know I should be wary,

Still I download some mod scary,

Ghostly CC I turn loose:

BEETLEJUICE!

BEETLEJUICE!

BEETLEJUICE!

MORE INFO UNDER CUT

New CAS items:

Beetlejuice's suit (4 swatches, clean and moldy versions and different shirt colours)

Beetlejuice's trousers (2 swatches, clean and moldy versions)

Beetlejuice skin (different versions found in different places. You can find them in eye details, face paint, lipstick, and eyeshadow. Lots of different swatches for the version you want!)

Dolores's stitches (in facepaint and body scars. Version in scars has the stitches and seams separate to be put together similar to GrimGuide's halloween stitches if you've ever used that before)

Sandworm eyes (in... eyes. Where else would they be?)

Sandworm skins for SaveState furries (also works with SoraFoxy's furries and tomjj's furries, though some of the bird beaks look odd. Does not work for benji's furries. Looks weird.)

New BuildBuy stuff:

Delia's statues (set of 4, found in 'decoration'. This was my first time modeling in Blender so sorry if they came out a lil wonky!)

Beetlejuice's tombstone (3 swatches, 2 of different spellings of his name and 1 in simlish. Found in 'decoration'. PURELY DECORATIVE, DOES NOT FUNCTION AS AN ACTUAL TOMBSTONE! To get it to look more like the version from the films, I'd reccomend using the bb.moveobjects cheat to add a lil gargoyle of some sort on top)

Handbook for the recently deceased (MIGHT require Seasons? It shouldn't since I messed with the mesh and stuff but if you don't have that pack and it doesn't show up in your game let me know. 2 swatches for English and simlish. Found in 'activities and skills')

Striped wallpaper (10 swatches! I kind of went overboard. Found in 'wallpapers'... duh)

Striped chair (5 swatches, found in 'comfort'. Again this shouldn't require anything else if I edited the mesh properly, but it's possible this might require Cottage Living if I screwed up.)

New traits:

STRANGE AND UNUSUAL TRAIT

Faster at training photography and medium (from paranormal stuff) skills

Slower at building friendship and romance with other sims

Stronger 'sad' moodlets

Become inspired around occult sims (vampires, werewolves, aliens, spellcasters, mermaids, and the skeletons from jungle adventure)

Permanent happy buff when they themself become an occult (does not include the skeletons as it is a hidden trait you can't give to sims without cheats or other mods)

Random chance for sad moodlet because "nobody understands them"

Are happy when in Strangerville, become inspired in the secret lab (fair warning, I've had issues with getting this to work, this is my first set of traits so it could cause some issues! If anyone better at this stuff than me knows how to get this working 100% of the time please let me know ;u;)

Can give a "strange introduction" to new sims

Can "share dark thoughts" with other sims

Can "enthuse about cryptids"

NOTE: If you are planning on making Lydia, I would reccomend using this in conjunction with the base game 'gloomy' trait. When making this trait I didn't want to just replicate Lydia's personality exactly since I wanted this to be a trait you could use on any sim, and I didn't want to make it too similar to the 'gloomy' or 'paranoid' traits.

GROSS GHOST TRAIT

Immune to death! Since they're already a ghost and all that

Faster at training mischief and medium (from paranormal stuff) skills, slower at training charisma

Playful buff when engaging in mischief

Social need decays fast, hygiene need decays REALLY fast

Positive reaction to being dirty or in a dirty environment (including the fixer-upper apartments in city living! Receives energised moodlet upon spotting roaches and inspired moodlet with the unexplained smell)

Gains uncomfortable moodlet when clean

More likely to feel playful

Other sims will notice a gross smell around them...

Cats and dogs are scared of them (could not figure out how to do the same with horses, sorry)

Can "gross out" (mischief) and "freak out" (mean) other sims

Can "lie about being a serial killer in a past life" and "convince to visit the Neitherworld" (mischief)

Can "confess to eating bugs" and "reminisce on past pranks" (friendly)

Can "tell terrible puns" (funny)

OPTIONAL BONUS STUFF!!!

Suit and trousers based on my OC Sirius (I don't know why anybody else would wanna use these but I threw them in there anyway!) 2 swatches

I did make their little noose 'necktie' too but had trouble texturing it. No matter what I do it just shows up completely black in game. So I gave up lol

>> DOWNLOAD HERE!!! (SFS) <<

PLEASE READ! For the traits you NEED to also download the .ts4script file, not just the .package file!!!

OTHER RECOMENDED CC (important)

Some of these are REQUIRED for parts of the mod to work, others are other people's Beetlejuice related CC I thought was cool!

SaveState's furry mod (REQUIRED FOR SANDWORMS) https://www.savestatecomic.com/dlc/

@daylifesims's Lydia hair https://www.tumblr.com/daylifesims/700120977032560640/gothic-side-set-lydia-and-here-is-the-most

@kismet-sims's Lydia hair (now you got two options! lol) https://kismet-sims.tumblr.com/post/179286280949/simbleen-gift-one-lydia-hair-made-it-from

@mosneakers's posepack + Lydia inspired hair https://www.tumblr.com/mosneakers/765876897461764096/day-o-posepack

@I-too-love-mr-beetlejuice's musical Beetlejuice CAS stuff https://makesims-finds.tumblr.com/post/190684018895/ok-so-i-was-getting-impatient-and-decided-to

Divider by @strangergraphics!

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jack Howl - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Jack Version ～Let's Make Macaron 1～

Ghost Chef: Alright, so let's get started on making macarons. Are you ready, Jack-kun?

Jack: Yessir! Ready to go!

Ghost Chef: First, we make the meringue. Chilled egg whites give a more consistent foam, you see. We'll want to work quickly.

Jack: Right. Do I use the eggshells to separate the egg whites from the yolk? I see that done on TV a lot.

Ghost Chef: That's one way to do it, but… This time we'll just crack the eggs into a bowl and remove the yolk with a ladle, just to be safe.

Ghost Chef: If the yolk mixes in with the egg whites, then the meringue won't be able to foam up. Do your best to not break the yolk sac.

Jack: Can't break them… right. So I gotta work fast and delicately.

[tap, tap… crack]

Jack: Nice, a clean break. Next, I'll use the ladle and pull out the egg yolk into a different bowl…

Jack: …

Ghost Chef: Wh-What a scary face… But that just shows how much he's trying to focus. I'll just stay silent watch over him.

Jack: Whew… Somehow I got the yolk out without breaking it. Next I just have to turn the egg whites into foam, right?

Ghost Chef: Yup. Be careful, though, because if you don't get it foamy enough, the batter won't puff up properly when you bake it.

Jack: If it doesn't puff up, then it won't make that little round shape… So this is super important to take care of.

Ghost Chef: Correct! Alright then, use that whisk and whip it up good. Make sure to add granulated sugar as needed, too.

Jack: …It's really starting to get some stiff peaks. Chef, is this good enough for the meringue?

Ghost Chef: Yup, looks perfect for making macarons. Next, we'll start the macaronage process.

Jack: Macronage? That's the first time I've ever heard that word…

Ghost Chef: We'll sieve the ground almonds and powdered sugar together into the meringue, while folding in the peaks.

Jack: We're just gonna destroy the foam after going through all that whisking? Making pastries is weird…

Ghost Chef: If we were making something soft like a cake, then we wouldn't ruin the foam.

Jack: Oh, I see, it depends on what's being made.

Ghost Chef: That being said, I'm not saying we're going to completely ruin it, so be a little gentle. Next, add in about a third of the flour.

Jack: So, to fold in the foam… I guess the best way would be to mix it from the outside in.

Jack: I have to watch my strength, too… Urgh, this really take a lot of focus… But I think the meringue is slowly stiffening up.

Ghost Chef: You're doing great. Now add in the rest of the flour until the batter can stretch out into ribbons.

Jack: Got it. Carefully… Carefully… Don't put too much strength into it…

Jack: Whenever I pull up on the batter, it just falls in globs back into the bow. Guess it's not ready yet.

Jack: Just a little more… But I gotta make sure I don't overdo it…

Jack: …

Ghost Chef: Jack-kun has another scary look on his face… I guess he just gets a mean mug when he's focusing.

Jack: …Whew, I finally finished squeezing out the shells. They look about the same size.

Jack: Chef, we have to leave them to dry now, right?

Ghost Chef: Yup. You looked like you were really working hard there… Are you tired at all?

Jack: This is nothing. I'm always working out, so.

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Jack Version ～Let's Make Macaron 2～

Jack: Great, the white chocolate ganache is done too. Now I just gotta wait for the shells to finish baking.

Ghost Chef: You wanted to take this class so you could make meals that would help with your training regimen, right?

Ghost Chef: Was it disappointing to learn it was going to be a sweets-making program this time around?

Jack: …Honestly, it was.

Jack: But that didn't mean I was going to slack in any class I choose to take.

Jack: And I bet once I learn how to make other kinds of sweets, it'll come in handy for all sorts of things…

Jack: Nothing's lost by learning stuff. Since I signed up for this, I'm going to throw my all into it.

Ghost Chef: You're such a diligent kid… Just from the way you carry yourself, I know you'll take this class seriously!

Ghost Chef: Oh, you know. We have some time, so why don't I teach you some recipes of sweets with protein in them?

Jack: Really? I'd really appreciate that!

Jack: Looks like the macaron shells are done baking. I sure hope they came out good…

Jack: …Most of them all have cracks running through them. What went wrong?

Ghost Chef: It could have been any number of things; maybe the meringue wasn't whisked enough, or there wasn't the right amount of macaronage, or the shells didn't dry long enough…

Ghost Chef: The amount of time the oven had preheated, as well as the temperature of the oven could have affected it as well.

Jack: There's really that many ways it could have gone wrong!?

Ghost Chef: Macarons are a pretty tricky pastry to make, you know. You just have to make them over and over again to learn how to make them right.

Jack: So failure's just a part of the experience, huh. I'll make sure I do it better next time.

Ghost Chef: That's the spirit! But first, we need to finish up this ordered batch.

Jack: Right. This one is too large because I gripped the piping bag too strong… This one just looks terrible.

Jack: Relative to the others, I think the only ones that were actually cooked through and we can use is this one… and this one?

Jack: So then I pipe the white chocolate ganache filling onto one of the shells…

Jack: And I take another macaron shell and sandwich the ganache…

Ghost Chef: Aah, there goes that intense look again!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Ace: Gah, you're telling me Jack made my order of macarons!?

Jack: You're telling me that Ace of all people is my judge? Looks like I got saddled with an annoying one.

Ace: Totally can't see you making macarons. That's super hilarious.

Jack: Tch, you think you're so funny. Here, have your macarons. Hurry and eat up.

Ace: Woah! These have so many cracks they're falling apart! Are they really macarons!?

Ace: Out of today's possible dishes, this was what I wanted the most, but… Did I make a mistake choosing this…?

Jack: Grr… The way he's saying it pisses me off, but I can't really deny how it looks…

Ace: Well, whatever, guess I'll eat it… Hm? Y'know, one of these actually looks okay.

Jack: Most of them were pretty well cracked… I tried to assemble the ones that still looked okay relative to the others.

Ace: Uh-huh. Then I guess I'll start with this one.

Ace: [chew, chew]… Hm? Oh? It's actually not bad.

Jack: Yeah, yeah… Wait, did you just say it's not bad?

Ace: The pastry is pretty crisp, and the cream sandwiched inside is pretty smooth… I mean, it tastes like I'd expect a macaron to taste, I guess?

Ace: I guess when it comes to this one, you're on the right track? Although you did have to go through way too many macarons to get one success.

Jack: You just gotta say it in an annoying way, huh… But that means I pass, right?

Ghost Chef: Good job. This is the result of all your hard work, Jack-kun!

Jack: Thanks, sir.

Ace: So what's with you looking all happy about that? I'm tellin' ya, only one of them is good.

Jack: I know. But I know what I need to do. I'll make better ones next time.

Jack: I'll definitely make some perfect macarons before I finish this Master Chef course!

Requested by @sakurakudo.

[locution-youngster-enjoyer]

Ack I got lazy with this, but may I preset these four?

I keep switching between what I should call this quartet other than just ‘the mischief makers.’ Legion of Losers, Coalition of Amateur Villains, the Bottom of The Barrel, honestly who cares they suck.

So their lore I’ve decided is that they all decided to rent an apartment and become roommates but they wouldn’t say they are friends, more like begrudged acquaintances.

Ok individual lore time

Glen:

Agender, polysexual, any pronouns

28 years old. The youngest in the group

Pretty much the same as they are in canon, but now she has the added bonus of being into really ‘cutesy’ stuff. Discord mod core/hj

Glen is still trying to outdo Dr Two Brains, but is also trying to pick up his own sort of persona and identity for villainy. He’s still incredibly unsuccessful and overconfident about his abilities lmao

Out of everyone in the group, he naturally gravitates to Raul the most. They don’t really have anything deep going on, they just chill with each other the most.

Has a weird relationship with his mom he doesn’t really bring up. Their dad wasn’t really in their life.

Yeah I don’t have much to say about him

Raul:

Bisexual, he/him

35, oldest in the group

Raul is the chef of the group. Even though he was pretty much proven as a fraud on tv, he still can cook a decent meal. This is great because Glen can’t cook, Steve hates cooking (even if he’s pretty ok at it), and Guy is a mediocre cook at best.

He doesn’t care that much about attempting to be a villain, he’s only roped in by the fact Glen is like “but it can make you famous in your own way!”

Raul doesn’t have that strong of an opinion on the others around him. At worst they annoy him mildly

Salty about the Butcher outing his scam, regularly complains about it, just like how Glen regularly whines about Two Brains.

Chill relationship with his parents, nothing very special or noteworthy.

Yeah not much about him either

Steve (oh boy do I have a lot to say about him)

AroAce, he/him. He’s aroace in the way that he technically does feel some level of attraction for people, but he’s so utterly disgusted at the idea of human contact like kissing, he doesn’t really attempt anything (if there is a more accurate term for this let me know)

31. He’s kinda short so people assume he’s younger

Since he barely had an actual character in the show, I’ve kinda cranked up a lot of his traits. He’s a massive hypochondriac. His ‘suaveness’ is a persona, and in reality he’s much more of an anxious wreck, stressed about the idea of touching or interacting with something that can give him a disease. Also definitely has some level of ocd because he’s cleaning *constantly*.

Overexposure to cleaning products and chemicals has done a number on him physically. Frequent intense migraines and asthma slow him down from moving at the same efficiency as his debut, but he’s still pretty fast and agile. He also looks generally messed up and has some issues with his eyes

I’ve decided to make him parallel Two Brains a bit more other than having similar names and rivaling briefly. Steve is pretty much a genius when it comes to chemistry, and even has some medical knowledge. Given a reason, he could easily create some sort of mish-mash of cleaning supplies that makes a bomb or can knock people out.

He grew up with a large family, being the youngest out of 8 siblings with the oldest being 20 years older than him. The state of his family contributes to all his modern medical fears.

He’s actually a pretty sensitive guy because of his heightened anxiety and a combined day of stress will get him to have a bad meltdown, but it’s rare. He’s also sorta insecure about his voice, which is why he doesn’t speak for most of his debut episode.

Glen tries to bond with Steve over their shared saltiness over Two Brains undermining their plans, but Steve is not into it at all. He has an irrational annoyance for Glen and would be fully willing to mustard gas Glen’s entire room, but is held back because Raul also sleep in there, and Steve’s chill with Raul.

Out of the entire group, Steve’s closest to Guy Rich. Steve is incredibly perplexed with Guy because Guy is… weirdly nice. Too nice. “Why are you so nice you’re meant to be a villain” levels of nice. While at first it confuses Steve, he grows to appreciate Guy because he’s the most understanding of Steve’s stress. Yes I ship it

Speaking of Guy

Guy Rich:

Pansexual, he/him.

33. TALLLLL mf. Easily the tallest out of the group

Guy wanted to properly try his hand at villainy and got inspired by the fact there is a Villain School, and by seeing so many fellow amateur villains trying their best at it. He finds his current living a bit strange because he’s never been so separated from his brother before

Speaking of his brother and family, Guy grew up in a well off European family, so while he wasn’t incredibly rich, he is a little unintentionally insensitive to people living in genuine poverty. He and his brother (who I’ve named Duke) were attached at the hip because 1. They’re twins, so they naturally feel connected and 2. His brother is a selective mute, so Guy would be his translator. They still talk on occasion, but Duke is not interested in being an actual villain

Guy’s gimmick is that he’s country/western themed. Not quite cowboy, but he does tread into that territory which catches the attention of Amazing Rope Guy. ARG is annoyed that the ‘fake villain’ is stepping on his niche

When they all moved in together, Guy was interested in Steve in a sort of ‘are you o k????‘ kind of way. As they talked more, and since they shared a room, Steve grew on Guy much more, and they are much more chill around each other. Guy tries his best to be gentle with him and is like ‘if you ever wanna try out (thing outside of Steve’s comfort zone) just let me know! No pressure though ^^,’

He’s not a very successful villain but he’s trying his best

Ok goodnight fair city

[childish-dreams-utmv]

"Childish Dreams" [INTERACTIVE]

Fanfic summary:

"Night!" the child stumbled a little, running towards him with hands outstretched. "Are you okay?!" he exclaimed in worry. Oh, fate. It was about time you presented him with such a sweet opportunity. — Dream, somehow, got turned into a kid. Nightmare takes advantage of the opportunity.

Chapter 2, 2956 words

Credits, content warnings and further information on ao3.

—

"Night…?"

No reply came.

Dream was… very confused.

He wasn't sure why Night locked him in this room. Actually, he wasn't sure what this room was at all. Dream stayed in place at the door for a few minutes, sort of looking around, trying to make sense of the situation.

It wasn't a tiny room. It was pretty dark even though it had windows. And cold, too. It wasn't empty but clearly nobody used it, because there was dust, and even though there was furniture, there were no belongings.

He wasn't sure why him and his brother were here? And… where 'here' is?

Dream was confused about many things going on right now, actually. Like! His brother was suddenly very tall and there was a weird vibrating echo to his voice, and he'd been covered in that painful goop stuff.

Dream really hoped he wasn't hurting. He hoped Night was okay.

He also didn't know who those people were, the ones that came with them. Night seemed to know them for sure, and Night… didn't really talk to people.

Maybe they were friends! Dream really hoped so. He's be so happy if Night had friends, no matter how weird they were.

…Nobody was opening the door yet. He wondered if Blue and Ink would come along too, although they didn't seem to get along with the others much… Dream would have to do something about that.

For now, though, he started to move around the room, curious and lacking something better to do. There was a bed with all black sheets. They were nice to the touch, but also dusty and the blanket was thin.

Did– should Dream clean around here? The people from the village asked that of him sometimes. Helping with chores — so he was good at it. Was that why Night put him here? There wasn't much to clean, just all the dust. Well, it wouldn't hurt anyone.

Dream started smoothing out the sheets, trying to pat some of the dust off. He didn't have a towel or a duster or anything, but he made do as he moved around the room.

Still, nobody came to the door. Nobody unlocked it. And he was finished with that task pretty fast. And there wasn't really anything else to do.

Dream stood in the middle of the chilly dark room, looking around, fidgeting. Um. Was he supposed to wait for something…?

(He didn't really, um. He didn't really like being separated from Night like this, unable to reach him. Because whenever he did reach him, Night was… not really okay.

Then again, it was Night who put him here. So it should be fine! …Hopefully.)

Dream shook his head. He was missing information. He didn't really like missing information, but it happens! He was gonna figure it out and then everything was going to be okay.

The room continued to be quiet and empty and still. It felt a little weird. Dream wasn't used to being alone. He was used to being with at least one person, or many many people.

Did he… did he do something wrong…? Blue did seem upset Dream had showed up to their fight, but he'd only been trying to help.

The thought sent a really awful sharp twisting emotion through him. Things went really, really bad when he messed up.

He tried to smooth the emotion out because it felt wrong, like he shouldn't be feeling it, like he was doing another thing wrong by feeling it. He smiled to himself to remind himself how that felt instead. Think nice thoughts! You're a Guardian of Positivity!

"It's okay," he reassured himself, "Whatever's wrong, I can fix it!" Dream decided. That's what he did! He fixed stuff and he helped people and stuff.

So Dream waited. Not like there was much to do.

He looked around the room's nooks and crannies. The wardrobe was empty, save for a set of spare sheets. It was big enough for him to fit inside, but not much bigger. There were big dark curtains. When he looked out the window, he saw a spanning forest, and gloomy weather. So maybe they were somewhere around the village, just farther away than Dream had gone in the past. The trees didn't really look the same as the ones in their forest — bigger and spikier — but forests could have different types of trees in them.

He couldn't find a mechanism to open the window. It was a weird window, not the type he was used to. It had no latch. There was a handle that twisted, so maybe it was broken?

He tried to think of ways to pass the time. Like playing made-up hopscotch. Or singing quietly to himself, sitting on the bed and swinging his legs. Or tidying up even though everything was already as tidy as it could be.

It was boring. And quiet. And… lonely.

Not just due to the lack of people. There was… like… it felt like there was fog inside the room that made breathing weird. Like a cold sort of air. The type that dampens your mood. Like this wasn't a very nice and friendly place.

He tried to shake it off though. He didn't like lingering on it. Maybe it's just 'cause the room was unoccupied. It would be nice to have someone to talk to.

Ink and Blue had been nice. They said they were Dream's friends! He didn't recognize them but he didn't think that was a lie, he was friends with everybody. And they gave him clothes that fit better! Blue promised they were going to keep him safe and Ink drew pictures with him. Dream tried to draw a bird. He wasn't great at drawing because he never really had time to because he was helping. But Ink said it was adorable. Dream wished he could bring some paper and pencils to Night to draw because Night could draw really good. He didn't do it a lot though, because he didn't have stuff. And because his drawings always went missing.

They only ever went missing when Dream wasn't there. And then Night stopped drawing. But he could probably still do it, right?

Dream flopped down on the bed with a sigh. It wasn't an uncomfortable bed. He hoped it was okay for him to lay on it. Nobody was using this room but maybe it was meant for someone else and he was just here to keep an eye on it.

…Maybe it was Night's room! It was all dark, haha. And Night had the key to it. Ooh, did he put Dream here because Dream was also going to have a room and they were going to match?? And he had to prepare it so it was a surprise?? Haha, that'd be great! Dream loved surprises. Sort of. Nice ones, at least.

If this was Night's bed, then… he wouldn't be upset if Dream laid on it for a little bit, right? There just wasn't anything to do. And he felt a little tired. Just a tiny bit.

(It felt as if the room itself was making him tired.)

After a few hours of waiting, the burns from the black goop had sort of faded. The bed sheets were nice when he curled up on top of them, running his hands over the cloth. They smelled… clean, in an unused sort of way. The pillow was soft. He wasn't really used to sleeping on a pillow like this, so instead he pulled it to his chest to hug and squish his face into it.

It was quiet. Static. Still, nobody came.

Dream exhaled softly, closing his eyes. He was just going to have a quick nap.

—

Surprisingly, when Dream was roused from sleep, it was to a hand hesitantly shaking him.

He blinked his eyes open, yawning, and the hand immediately shot back. It was a skeletal hand so for a moment he thought it was his brother, but when he quickly looked up, it wasn't.

It was those same three guys as before. The one that shook him awake and now stared at him as if Dream would explode was the one with a big red eye and a hole in his skull.

"Are you okay?" Dream asked immediately because he hadn't earlier (which was a bit inconsiderate of him).

The guy blinked, hovering uncertainly. He exchanged glances with the other two. The one right behind him had totally black eyes with the same blackness dripping out, and the one closest to the door (closed) had a hood on that made his face all shadowy.

Wait.

"Are you okay?" Dream asked the one with the black goo dripping down his face. It was just a droplet or two, was he crying? Was it the same stuff that covered Night, did it burn? Dream pushed himself out of the bed and to his feet, "Are you hurt? I can heal you!" he was good at healing, he healed tons of people all the time.

The dark-eyed one snorted and started cackling. The one with the hood elbowed him. This didn't stop him at all. Dream giggled.

"We're fine," the red-eyed one said flatly. He felt out of his element and a bit exasperated, Dream could tell. He hoped it wasn't because of him. "Sit down and eat," the same one said, gesturing– oh! There was a tray of food at the foot of the bed.

"Okay," Dream sat back down on the bed, pulling his legs up to cross them. On the tray, there was a bowl (black ceramic) of what looked like veggie soup, a plate (black ceramic, there was a theme here) with cut up chicken, and a plastic bowl with green grapes. And also some sliced bread.

"What are your names? Mine is Dream!" Dream introduced himself. He'd introduced himself earlier but they hadn't, and he didn't want them to feel bad for it, maybe they just forgot. Even now, they hadn't moved from where they all stood. He didn't sense any… big discomfort or anger in them, though. They felt mostly uncertain. Amused, in the case of the black-eyed guy.

"…Horror,"

"Heh, Killer,"

"…Dust."

"Nice to meet you!" Dream said, smiling at them sincerely, picking up the spoon. He hoped he could put them at ease a little, he was usually pretty good at it. "You know my brother, right??" he scooped up some soup, blowing air on it to cool it because it was still steaming. It smelled nice.

"…You could say that,"

"Yeah!"

"Sure."

These guys were funny. Dream ate the spoonful of soup, not minding the way Horror watched him closely.

It tasted nice. Pleasantly salty and warm.

"This is really good!" Dream complimented, grinning at them.

Horror blinked at him.

"…Uh, thanks," some of that uncertainty eased up. Oh, he made this! That was nice of him.

"Are you not gonna eat too?" Dream asked them, eating a piece of the chicken next.

Killer coughed awkwardly and Dust glanced away.

"That's… for you," Horror replied.

"If there's not enough you can have some of mine," Dream picked up the plate with the cut up chicken and held it out to them. "I don't really eat much usually, anyway,"

They stared at him. He just kept smiling, waiting for them to make up their minds.

"Come on! I like eating together,"

Finally, Horror sighed, rubbing his skull. Dream still worried a little whether it was hurting him.

He shuffled over, sitting at the edge of the bed. He picked up a piece of chicken and started chewing on it.

"Hah! Kid's already charming you, huh Horror?" Killer teased, flopping down on the floor next to the bed, and Dust copied him.

"There," Horror said to Dream after finishing his bite, ignoring Killer. "Happy?"

"Mhm!" Dream nodded smugly, spooning more soup. He handed a slice of bread to Killer and to Dust, both of who accepted it with amusement. Bread might be easier for them if they didn't feel like eating much.

"So," Killer indulged him by chewing some bread, "What, you're not scared we'll hurt you? At all?"

Dust stiffened, and Horror glowered at him.

Dream knew they carried the frost of violence. And they'd been fighting against Blue and Ink with clear harmful intent. He wasn't blind or stupid. But he didn't know their stories or their reasons, and so far, they hadn't been mean to him. And if they did decide they want to hurt him, they'd probably have a reason for it, right?

"Nope!" he replied easily, also eating some chicken.

"Huh," Killer considered that.

Horror raised a brow ridge. "You should be more careful around strangers," he frowned. Blue said that as well.

Dream… didn't really get it. Maybe because, back at the village, he'd known just about everybody, even if distantly. He was careful! He was as nice and helpful to strangers as he was with everyone.

"I am!" he nodded along, eating his soup. "But thank you!" it was nice of Horror to be concerned.

He felt mild surprise from Horror.

"We shouldn't stick around long," Dust muttered, glancing at the door. He was wary.

"He hasn't even finished his food," Horror argued, just a little sharp, "We can stay for a minute,"

(So Dream was expected to finish all his food. That meant he wouldn't be able to sneak any of it to bring to Night, but these people were kind of on good terms with Night, so he would get some too, right?)

Oh, no, they were in a rush and Dream was keeping them here. He tried to eat a little quicker.

He wanted to chat with them while they were here though, even if they weren't very talkative. That was okay though, he knew not everyone is. It's just that he'd spent, like, all day alone. All evening, that is.

(And he could tell they needed some niceness.)

"I can help wash the dishes," he offered, so he wouldn't give them even more work to do. And to repay them for the food!

"Nope," Killer immediately dismissed the idea, "You're staying right here,"

"Oh," oh. Dream fiddled with the spoon, gathering up some finely chopped carrots. "Okay!" he smiled. Maybe it was for a good reason! Or, if he'd done something wrong and that's why he was being locked in here, he wouldn't complain about it, he was very well-behaved. "What are your hobbies?" he asked them, because people were generally pretty happy to get to talk about their hobbies and passions. And he loved to make people smile!

Except they all got vaguely uncomfortable. Killer's then switched to delighted.

"Oh, you know, murder, torture–" he said casually and then oofed as Dust elbowed him again. "What?! Would you rather I lie to him, huh?" Killer exclaimed. "Literally all of us have children's b–" he was cut off as Dust slapped a hand over his mouth. Killer tried to shove it away, and then they were sort of wrestling. Horror looked incredibly done with them.

Dream was failing to suppress snickers at their behavior.

"Jeez kid," Killer commented, valiantly keeping Dust's fists away. "That really didn't bother you? Maybe you are as fucked up as your–"

"Oh my stars stop–" Dust groaned.

And, well.

…Either Killer's words weren't true, and so there was nothing to worry about.

Or they were true, and Dream should just continue being nice, so he didn't provoke him/them. As long as he did everything right, he wouldn't get hurt!

(Or his brother.

…it was usually his brother who– Dream just… shouldn't mess up.)

Dream just laughed like it was a joke, smiling and cheery.

"Alright," Horror sighed harshly. Practically all the food was finished now, only some grapes remained, so he moved the little plastic bowl onto the bed and lifted the tray with the rest.

Oh– he was leaving the rest of the grapes with Dream! Yay!

Oh, but they were leaving–

"Thank you for the food!" Dream exclaimed, "And for keeping me company!" he added, and then tried to think if there was anything else he had to say, instead of letting himself feel sad that they were leaving. "Um, is it okay if I sleep here?"

"Your room — do whatever you want," Dust said, already pushing himself up to his feet.

"Any mess you make, you'll just have to deal with," Killer shrugged with that same sharp grin he seemed to always be wearing, trailing after Dust.

"When are you going to be back?" Dream dared to ask.

"Breakfast," Horror answered simply, shepherding the other two out.

They closed the door behind them, and Dream heard a faint click follow after.

He listened to their voices, muffled behind the door. Getting further away.

And then it was quiet again.

He sighed. Well… at least they were going to be back at breakfast!

He just had to sleep until then and maybe the time would pass quicker. Even if it was just as lonely.

He put the bowl of grapes on the little night stand next to the bed so he could save them for Night. Then, he reconsidered, and opened the drawer itself to put them inside.

He wasn't hiding them! He wasn't. He wasn't sneaking food. He was… just…

They wouldn't be mad, right? Horror didn't seem like the type to throw food away just so Dream couldn't give it to Night, right?

…Dream made the decision to hope so. To believe they could be nice. They wouldn't be cruel. He insisted it to himself.

He felt full, and there was nothing else to do, so Dream curled up under the blanket and tried to sleep.

[wreckedandpolemic]

Maybe a bit late to this but regret me domestic fluff idea. Maybe sorting through stuff and finding Polaroids of a party they were both at,but not together, in the early days and in each picture one of them is staring at the other one in the background and they realise they were both in love before they knew it themselves. Dunno if that makes sense, I'm not a writer lol.

oh this is so cuteeee !!!! maybe, again, as you’re moving in together, the envelope of polaroids is tucked away in a box of miscellaneous crap you’ve been saying you’ll get to for the last month. matty’s on a weird spring-cleaning kick, and he dumps it out to force you to sort through it. you pick up the envelope, cooing at the pictures of you and your bandmates so many years ago. there’s one of george, fast asleep with a grotesquely realistic dick drawn on his face, and you pass it to matty with a giggle.

you leaf through a few more, finding one where you’re posed dramatically in the centre and matty is looking wistfully at you somewhere at the back. you show him, and he grins. yeah, i remember that. i’d never seen you smile that much, couldn’t stop looking at you, he admits, and you melt, draping yourself over his lap and kissing all over his face. god, you’re so sweet, you grin. so obsessed with me, you add teasingly.

your smugness lasts all of three seconds, though, because matty flips to the next one; a crowd shot, skilfully framed so that you and matty are the central focus, your gaze clearly on him as he throws back his head in laughter, deep in conversation with ross. now who’s obsessed? he nudges you, laughing and pressing a kiss to your neck. you bury your face in your hands. i bet fucking grace is behind this. type of shit she would’ve showed me in 2015 and expected me to suddenly be emotionally healthy when it came to you.

matty shakes his head, tucking you into his arms and kissing your cheek. well, she got the last laugh, really. we’re looking at these in our house, about to cook dinner and watch a film in bed until we fall asleep before midnight.

ugh, we’re so old, you groan. matty huffs, and you smile softly. fine, i wouldn’t have it any other way, you fucking sap.

[heyclickadee]

In fact, here’s a Tech Lives theory.

And by theory, an explanation I would accept for having Tech come back elsewhere but also explain what the hell was going on with CX-2 this season, should they choose to pursue a retcon (or if they just moved all the Tech stuff to the next show to have more room to deal with it).

Basically, Tech wasn’t CX-2, exactly, but he also sort of was. Tech was physically stuck in a pod in the necromancer chamber, maybe with amnesia from the fall, maybe not, because Hemlock realized his CX process wasn’t working on defective clones yet (or perhaps because Tech was too injured to be of any use as a CX) and, so, he decided to use Tech for “other purposes.” And, in this case, that purpose was midichlorian experimentation, because injecting Tech of all people with midichlorians in an attempt to see if force sensitivity could be artificially enhanced seems like the exact brand of stupid Hemlock has going on. We do, after all, hear Hemlock threaten to use Crosshair for other uses since he’s resisting re-education, and we also hear he and Nala Se talk about a partially successful m-count transfer and never learn anything more about it. Why couldn’t that have been Tech? So Tech’s in a pod, in the necromancer room, it’s basically a sensory deprivation chamber, he’s been souped up with midichlorians, and suddenly The Force is happening, so things get very weird for him very fast.

In this theory, Tech’s consciousness starts to wander, and in a weird version of the merge senses ability from legends, attaches himself to the clone that’s CX-2. And he attaches very easily, because CX-2’s been wiped clean and has no personality of his own anymore, so Tech is very much in there feeling and experiencing everything CX-2 is and having a lot of influence to the point that he affects how CX-2 moves and speaks.

But Tech’s confused, he doesn’t know what’s happening, he’s not doing this on purpose, he might be heavily disassociated from his own memories because what the hell is happening, and he’s sort of landed in a mind that’s been heavily brainwashed and just knows orders. It’s a little like being someone else in a dream. He maintains a sense of self, hence CX-2’s use of “I” and general attitude, but it’s hard for him to tell where the clone that was CX-2 ends and he begins. He’s lost and stuck under CX-2’s programming. He can’t get out or go back to himself. He doesn’t know how he got here and he doesn’t know how to change it, and he spends so long in there and probably being subject to Hemlock’s programming alongside CX-2 that, for all intents and purposes, he IS CX-2 for a while. But his personality and not memories exactly, but feelings about those memories come through when triggered by Crosshair, Phee, Pabu, or Omega. But then CX-Tech returns to Tantiss with Omega, gets shoved in a CX pod, Tech’s still attached but buried deep down—until CX-2 gets impaled and Tech wakes up back in his body in that necromancer pod.

It’s wooey, sure, but it’s no more stupid or wooey than anything else in Star Wars. And this is just to demonstrate that there is absolutely nothing keeping Tech from coming back. There are so many ways they could do it. They just have to pick one.

And they might really have to pick one eventually. There are no in-universe incentives to keeping him interminably falling through the mists, and doing so just makes everyone involved look like an ass.

[fuckimrowan]

random little jason grace hcs:

thumb rings. he wears thumb rings

huge physics nerd. like, he's not particularly good at it. but he loves it!

obviously transmasc aro

proficient in like every weapon, like every weapon. bow & arrow, battle-axe? yeah sure. but also, mace and chain, bagh nakh, gauntlets, deer horn knives, flails... fuck, he can even use a shotgun.

can run like really really fast. he's a runner. that being said he can also run really far. (like, roman soldiers walk up to 20 miles every day. with full armour. his endurance is fucking off-the-charts.)

most obscure music taste ever

very iffy about using his powers beyond the occasional electricity stuff, just because how much people in CJ would be terrified/rumour-y/plain weird about it.

loves drawing

actually a nerd in everything, not just physics.

has definitely bashed in someone's head with a shield at least once

huge fan of rollercoasters, hates horror movies

before fights he like to clean his glasses, for no reason at all.

people have told him countless times to not wear glasses during a fight because that won't end well if you're punched in the face but he keeps them on regardless. his reflexes are too good to get punched anyway 🤷

obsessed with barbie

no like. he and apollo do matching "i am Kenough" hoodies all the time

also besties with literally half of the gods across multiple pantheons

scribbles with pen on his hand all the time

chronic migraines guy

he goes feral in a fight then one second later he's like 🥺 'hey guys glad we got out of that one unscathed. y'all saved my ass'

he's never received any proper sort of love or affection (specifically during his younger years), so he deals with that by showering all of his friends with unlimited love <3

all the demigods and all the minor gods and some of the major ones too love him. hence he has a bloody huge, well-deserved protection squad

HE'S THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER

he tore out krios's neck with his teeth and then smashed him to literal pulp with his own armour

[daemonwritesstuff]

MATCHUP EXCHANGE WITH @thecurrator

A/N: thank you so much for doing a matchup exchange with me <3 come by again soon!

For Blue Lock you have been paired with…

Sae Itoshi!

• When he first met you he wasn’t really interested in you that much to consider you a friend but later on during the months with seeing you and sometimes talking to you that’s when he suddenly wants to become friends with you.

• He realizes how important you are to him, your hobbies, your personality, every little thing about you made him wanna be more closer with you, it was weird for him since he wasn’t that type of guy to act that way but here he is now…

• He’s there for you when people try to hurt you on purpose and oh boy, after he deals with them they never be in your sight ever again… I feel like you and sae would definitely play some sort of pranks on the other players and they wouldn’t know a thing since you guys ran out to fast for them to even tell who it was.

• I feel like you would help him with his classes a lot, like you guys would study together after school for hours until it’s like 9:00 at night and then y’all would go home and play video games together and you would be super tired the next day where you’ll need some kind of energy drink to make you stay awake.

• He would definitely watch a ton of anime’s and movies with you, he doesn’t really react much to them tho… you sometimes wonder how he can stay so calm during the most horrific parts of the horror movies that you guys would pick out… he also has to clean up the popcorn on the floor since you accidentally knocked it over when you got. jump-scared (you also caught him trying to cover up his laughter, it’s a achievement be proud of it)

• You guys always do stuff for each other, usually it’s getting the other person a gift that they really wanted for a long time and the other person would do the same back and it’s a repeating cycle…

• This friendship would definitely last for a very long time and I can see you guys also being more than just friends to, but even just being friends is the best thing that can ever happen to the both of you!

[blujayonthewing]

23, 26, 30, 34 for Felix, Mel and Nyssa! :3

23. how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

felix is soft spoken-- his voice is sort of in the back of my throat, and he's often quiet and a bit muttery-- he tends to speak either a little haltlingly or all in sort of a rush-- much more haltingly if he's stressed. he's a surprisingly excellent singer, but he'd implode if anyone ever caught him singing, lol. melliwyk's a little reedy-- my starting point for her was emily litella, although she's ended up less high-pitched and squeaky than that, haha. she can probably? carry a tune? I don't think she's tone-deaf or anything, but she's not any sort of good singer, and she really doesn't sing ever. nyssa is sweet and breathy, if not airy-- my starting point for her was evanna lynch as luna lovegood. you can hear that she's smiling, and often teetering on the edge of bemused laughter. she's a pretty good singer! it's not her strongest suit musically speaking, but she can carry a tune and has a soft, sweet singing voice.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

felix's motions are sharp and agile-- on a normal/ casual basis he's sort of fidgety, picks things up and fiddles with them or just wrings his hands if there's nothing else to occupy them, but he's graceful in motion; fighting, for example, or sneaking around. if he's not sneaking around he likes to stroll at a relaxed pace, and generally keeps his hands in his pockets when he's just walking about. melliwyk tends to sort of bustle about, and she gestures a lot-- a lot of broad, fluid, rolling sort of wrist and finger motions, but she's also lowkey expressive with her whole body while she's talking. nyssa is extremely light-footed, nimble and springy-- except when she was disguising herself as a dwarf before she learned disguise self, and had to try to walk in real physical human boots without 1) looking like a cat wearing booties for the first time 2) tripping over her own feet. which she hated! a lot! without the hindrance of shoes, she's shockingly fast when she gets going, for someone with such a relaxed disposition, and she tends to sort of flit about when she's in good spirits. she's also an exceptional dancer!

30. do they smell like anything notable?

felix smells, generally, like pipe tobacco and leather, and wool that's been in the sun and the rain a lot-- and cedar, if he's drawing (he chews on the pencils). he's relatively fastidious about hygiene, so mostly he just smells like his clothes, although sometimes he gets up to Shenanigans that leave him smelling like, you know, garbage or chimney smoke or old potatoes (don't ask). melliwyk usually has a metallic scent about her, and most of her stuff is suffused in years' worth of ritual incense smoke and various magical reagents. sometimes she smells like something was just on fire (because something was just on fire) (it's fine). nyssa has, primarily, the warm, appealing, musky sort of natural smell of a clean person or animal, but she also smells of the flowers in her hair, and other less identifiable sweet and green or earthy kinds of scents tend to hang around her as well. she also often smells like honey, or tobacco, or wine, or unfortunately weed lol-- whatever she's been Up To that might leave a scent on her.

ALSO >:) these are the three I bought a bunch of alkemia samples for, and I got some REALLY good ones!! for Felix I've been really favoring The Highwayman, but Kitten And The Falling Leaves and Dustsceawung are also really good for him in two different directions; there are a bunch of good weird wizardy options for Melliwyk but I LOVE Industrial Sabotage and Sigil, separately but especially together; and Nyssa has always been the hardest for me to pick scents for irl because I can never settle on whether to go sweet or green/earthy or floral or animal, but I've been really enjoying combining Gaea and Electric Fur for her :3

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

felix would laugh a little nervously and just tell you, pleasantly, that he's no one of consequence, there's not really much to say. and then change the subject (please).

melliwyk: "Well, what is there to say? I'm a wizard, a researcher, specializing in transmutation and artificing. I've just recently invented a means of spellcasting using artificing principles, although no one seems terribly interested in that 🙄. [good humoredly, grinning teasingly:] I'm a little bit of a pain in the ass, particularly to the sorts of people who can't appreciate the balance between risk and reward, but I usually know mostly what I'm doing."

nyssa: "I'm a satyr; I have curly hair and green eyes, and there are flowers in my hair; I'm very friendly :) I really just like to have fun; I like to dance, and I like to play music... I love spending time with my friends, and I love meeting new people :) I try to bring joy when I can... I don't always understand things, but I'm trying my best to figure it all out :)'

ask about my OCs :3

[sporco-filth]

to give a better idea of what that slob sitcom's characters and locations are like, here's an in-depth description of stuff:

Kyle:

Kyle is a slob largely because he likes being rude and making other people disgusted. He has a slob kink. He is sort of a misanthrope and enjoys getting people riled up. He's easily annoyed by other people, especially those who try to infringe on his lifestyle. He lives for pleasure and doesn't care about the effects of his actions. Because of this, he has no restraint when it comes to burping or farting, but he is rude in other ways, like playing thrash metal music at loud volumes, eating food off other people’s plates, talking while eating, using things up and not replacing them (or putting the empty thing back), swearing, making crude jokes etc. Appearance-wise, he doesn't care much about hygiene because a) he gets off on being a slob and b) he enjoys it when other people are disgusted by his smell or gross appearance. He is pretty fat because he doesn't care about his diet and he lives with Fed who is always eating.

Fed:

He is a slob because he’s too focused on satisfying his desires to bother with stuff like cleaning. He is a big eater and a bit of a gourmand, those sometimes his tastes can be a bit weird. He is probably the most 'normal' of the group and is often the voice of reason. He has a slob kink too, and living with Kyle has made him care less about doing things 'properly', so their apartment is pretty messy, though he does try to keep it neat-ish. Even so, he doesn't care that much about mess and so the place is still cluttered, but maybe not dirty or filthy at least. He has a habit of cooking really elaborate feasts and using every pot, pan and plate in the process, making a huge mess in the sink which he often forgets about and leaves 'soaking'. He is the fattest of the group and is pretty lazy because of his weight. He probably bathes more frequently than Kyle, but will often go at least a week between washes. As a restaurant critic, he finds that appearing like a slob is actually beneficial since it makes the places he's reviewing less likely to think he's a critic and so they don't give him special treatment. As a result, he often likes to make sure he looks dishevelled when he's on the job.

Tom:

If it involves moving, Tom will not do it. He's a slob simply because he's too lazy to clean. His apartment is always dark, since he keeps the blinds closed, and the only light sources are his TV and computer. His couch and desk are surrounded by trash but the rest of the place is fairly clean because he doesn’t spend much time anywhere else. The kitchen is also a mess since he just heats food up and tosses the packages wherever. His bedroom is messy too, with dirty clothes everywhere and a spot by the bed which he uses as a toilet. Most of his furniture has stains from when he couldn’t be bothered getting up to use the toilet. Tom used to be a high-achiever and a star athlete, but an injury led him to start playing video games to stave off boredom and he became hooked. His philosophy in life is that if it requires effort, it's not worth doing. He pretty much never bathes or cleans, because he can't be arsed. He stays up all night playing video games so he can line up with the time zones in the US and Europe and so he spends most of the day sleeping. He only eats food that doesn't require effort to make, so his diet is mostly junk food and energy drinks. He is pretty thin because of genetics (fast metabolism) and because he doesn't have a big appetite (because he doesn't burn any energy). He still has a bit of a starter belly though. He has no manners because he can't be bothered being polite, and so will burp during streams. His desk has loads of soft drink bottles filled with piss under it. He's also lactose intolerant but still eats dairy, with predictable results. Tom tends to moan and complain about everything. He avoids going out of the house at all costs and hates sunlight, fresh air and grass.

Felix:

Felix is a bit slow on the uptake, but he's very sweet and friendly. He's a slob because he just doesn't perceive mess and even if he does notice it, it doesn't bother him. He grew up with very lax rules about hygiene and chores, so he does not really understand why he would need to clean. While the others actively go against societal norms (Kyle), are slobs because they've lowered their standards (Fed) or because they just don't care (Tom), Felix just is a slob by nature. His apartment is filthy and full of trash. He never cleans anything and never bathes. He doesn't really know about manners either so he will burp, pick his nose, scratch his junk etc in public with no sense of shame. He doesn't realise anything he doe is perceived as rude or disgusting; to him it is just normal, natural behaviour. He feels bad if people are uncomfortable because of his behaviour, but he doesn't get why and thinks that they should try being more relaxed too. He is not really lazy and enjoys going out. He is pretty fat because he likes to eat junk food a lot, but his work (he's a plumber) is pretty physical and though he doesn't exercise as a hobby, it's not like he spends all day on the couch.

Amy:

Amy grew up with parents who were very restrictive and wanted her to be a feminine girl, but she was always a tomboy and so she hated this. She is a slob because she sees it as a form of rebellion and a way to act more stereotypically masculine, thereby sticking it to her parents. She will burp and fart loudly and gets competitive with the guys. She doesn't care about her appearance and often goes days without bathing. She refuses to do chores and so her apartment is a mess. She believes strongly in feminism and is rather radical left, sort of anarchistic, and so her slob-ness is sort of an assertion of her freedom from authority and the patriarchy. She believes women should be allowed to be slobs as much as men are.

Jessica:

Jess was the youngest child in her family and her parents spoiled her a lot. She wasn't expected to do any chores and so never learned to clean up after herself. She is a slob because she is pampered and expects others to clean up for her. She isn't a brat, not does she demand people clean up for her, she just has a subconscious expectation that someone will clean up her messes eventually. She isn't much of a slob in physical terms and her personal hygiene is good, but she makes a lot of messes and her apartment is a pigsty. She also is surprisingly loud belcher and she doesn't really care about behaving properly. She has no housemaking skills and will probably ruin any domestic task she is given.

Brittany:

I may add to this later because her 'slob type' has only recently been established, but she's a stoner. She's fat and lazy because of the weed and she is messy because she only really cares about pleasure and so on. She's similar to Fed in that respect except more unbridled and filthier.

Kevin:

Kevin is a neat freak, eats healthy, keeps fit. He secretly wants to be a slob and has a slob kink but his appearance/behaviour is so tied up with his identity that he finds it difficult to relax his standards. He is also a prude and feels a little ashamed he finds disgusting things attractive. He gets a crush on Felix and they end up dating. Felix helps him get over a lot of his hang ups and over time he starts to be less uptight and more comfortable with his sexuality/kinks etc.

Bob:

Bob is a slob because he no longer gives a fuck what other people think. He's too old to care and just wants to live his life in peace, free of bothersome tasks. Sadly, he is the man in charge of maintenance in the building and so he is often bothered by the other cast members. He is grumpy and curmudgeonly. He finds his mess comfortable and considers it his territory which other people shouldn't mess with. Because he doesn't like other people to get involved in his life, he doesn't like to get involved in others' lives. This, combined with his laziness, means he does not care if the building is in dirty and so lets all the slobs make their respective messes.