#YEAH !?!!?!

[flamingphoenix916]

Highkey obsessed with the idea that the world fell apart and then back together, and now a) everyone hates British people because of one (1) very evil guy, and b) government is socialist because nobody wants to be in charge

[mossy-crow0]

pistolwhip enjoyers where you at ?????!!!??

[cyucya]

Heya! Hope you’re doing well!

What’s your fav snack?

And Skylar-Chilli’s? And Sparks?

Does SC like spicy food? I feel like he’d have a weird relationship with Chillidogs…

I think you’re just so amazing! And sorry for the question avalanche;P

Heya!! Thanks for the sweet ask—sorry for the little delay in answering! I’ve been going through a bit of a rough patch lately, but I’m slowly starting to feel better and catching up on everything in my inbox. Thank you for your patience!

Okay, snack time:

My favorite snack?

Listen. I would absolutely perish for a good Döner kebab and a Radler. Nothing compares.

Skylar-Chilli’s?

He adores Chillidogs, but… the tragedy is that he can’t stomach spicy food… Also, he’s obsessed with ice cream! Even though he’s lactose intolerant... He still eats it, though, and just suffers quietly.

Spark?

She loves sour gummies—specifically the kind that get completely glued to your teeth and make your whole face scrunch up

Thank you again! You’re so lovely, and no worries at all about the question avalanche—I enjoyed it!

[aconitum-fields]

Full body chills, chest flushed, heart pounding, vision blurring, head buzzing; I am but a humble worm in soil arising with the rain to lay beneath your gaze, swathed in your light and bathing in your tears

[acoraxia]

i lied have some refs

Sonic

He has a weird thing going on with his outfit but we can excuse it. It's a sleeveless bodysuit with thigh-highs and this is mostly for fashion purposes and so he's not entirely naked under the hoodie and shorts. It's my favorite weird fashion choice for most designs so what can I say he gets it because he's my favorite. I typically make him wear reds with some brown for Shadow and Tails respectively, the brown tying to Tails' goggles and red because. come on. He can wear whatever though, I sometimes have him wearing sports fits or streetwear so play barbie with him and dress him up however idc <- me at my brain

Shadow

BUILT.... LIKE BULLET TRAIN. or something. His outfit is. weird. but whatever. I just needed him to wear something. I mainly draw him in hanboks (modernized or traditional) and I tend to go for more fashionable trends for him since I like to think Rouge drags him out clothes shopping whenever he gets a minor growth spurt and suffers growing pains. He loves styling his hair, though, it's the best thing. He prefers wearing it up in a make-shift bun or smoothening it down. He wears dark blues similar to Sonic's quills and black to blend in better during recon missions for Zavok and with Rouge. he doesn't wear anyone else's colors because everyone else is dead to him. literally. i personally think he would rock KDA's fits

Chaos

I decided to go for a more humanoid attempt at him and. God of Destruction who is always crying and mourning the loss of his freedom whilst being angry at the world, yes, Tikal you brave girl look what you have to deal with. I like to think his body blends in with nearby rivers or lakes so it starts flowing downwards like a long stream of hair. Yes he's the one tormenting Sonic. Yes he will never let him go. Yes weird "you don't know me. but i know you." dynamic ass. Paralysis demon.

The End

This is Molly. Molly wanted to kill Sonic. Molly did not succeed. Molly now sticks near Shadow to give him bad omens of things. Molly is an allegory for PTSD. Molly wants to protect you. Molly will end up hurting you instead. They will cry about it and make you feel bad even though you are in pain. Molly.

Light Gaia

Imagine if a god looked at you and said "Be Not Afraid" and you trusted them and suddenly you are over run with emotions and instability and the Chaos Emeralds hate you and you cannot outrun this and you want to stop dreaming of all the timelines you've gone through and Why Are You Still Here and also Light Gaia is trying to warn you about an incoming doom but won't elaborate. Ruh Roh.

Dark Gaia

They like Shadow.

[forgettable-au]

could I mayhaps explode tiny wingdings with my mind

Okay

[ceruleanterrapin]

Before Splinter took us in we had some pretty silly names from the workers at the pet store

Our deadnames aren't a sore spot for us. We like to make jabs about them with each other as brothers do

[needs-rewriting]

Yeah pretty much

starting a collection

[chimckenns]

Angel didn’t tell David until almost a year into their relationship about their insomnia, but David already knew. He just didn’t know how to approach it initially, still held back by his old habits of shutting himself down before he gave himself the chance to act.

He could tell. Angel would slow their breathing and stay still for a long time before shifting ever so slightly. Sometimes they’d mumble a little, other times they’d let out a little snore.

But David could tell. The longer they tried to keep up the act, the more tense their shoulders became. He felt their muscles tighten while they lay in his arms.

Sometimes they’d outright sneak out of the bed, opting to sit on the couch with a small lamp while they scrolled on their phone or looked out the window at the stars. Unfortunately for them though, David was a light sleeper and woke up whenever they did.

One time it had been almost a full week since Angel was able to sleep for more than a few hours at a time. Once again they laid in his arms, head on his chest, and slowed their breathing. But he felt it. Frustration built up in them, tension in their body almost bursting, and he heard the small sniffles as they tried to hide their tears and curled further into him. They wanted to sleep. They were so tired, so drained. They had an early day tomorrow. But no matter what they did, they couldn’t. And now it felt like they were alone, laying there in the darkness.

David immediately picked it up, his core flashing and flittering in alert. That’s when he woke up, well, pretended to (as if he wasn’t awake for the last hour already), and cuddled closer to Angel, wrapping his arms around them. He pat their back in a gentle rhythm and found a topic to ramble about. He told them of his past with nightmares, and how his dad would help him. He told them that he was there for them, that even if there’s nothing he can do to help, he still wants to be there, and that they’re worth a little lost sleep on his part.

After a while he finally felt their shoulders relax and breath slow naturally. He kissed the top of their head and followed them into sleep.

[gutros]

School days 🍓🩷

[simplykorra]

[ashstfu]

[the-wreck-of-1852]

[Image ID: A flow chart with two branches. The starting point reads "does this character have problems." One branch leads to "yes" then "make them worse," while the other branch leads to "no" then "give them some." End ID.]

[monatoxin]

kaiju

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.