#and roach definitely keeps posting

[shittalkerxox]

Roach definitely has a tiktok where he literally just shitposts but it is super fucking popular for no reason. Because of the really spotty internet he has basically all of the time, he doesn't really interact with any of his fans, but there was once like five months where he didnt post and people started cancelling him for "propaganda".

It had all pretty much calmed down by the time he even realised it was happening, but in response he posted a video of Gaz and Soap, both high on pain meds laying in beds next to each other meowing at each other because they both think the other is a real cat (for some reason). He just slowly pans it to Ghost, who is sitting deadly still, eyes balnkly staring at a wall. He looks tormented. He switches the camera to his own face and pulls the polite-awkward-british-smile and just nods.

It's got clown music playing in the background, and the caption with absolutely no hashtags is just "Honestly thought my account was the definition of 'anti propoganda' but ok (i am in hell (please save me (this is a joke (for legal reasons (god bless the queen)))))

Almost every single comment is ; "It's a king now actually"

He then posts a video of him and the guys all saluting to a picture of Trisha Paytas. No caption at all. No hashtags.

[machveil]

CoD Headcanon: Fashion

let me info dump on how I think the CoD men would dress, pretty puh-lease? Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, John Price, Gary “Roach” Sanderson, Keegan Russ, and König

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

actually wanted to make this post because of him, “Thank you, Kyle.”, we all say in unison

I oh so desperately think he dresses so casually it looks clean as fuck. he’s definitely the best dressed out of the 141, in my opinion. going for groceries? meeting up at a pub? Kyle looks great! also, bottom left photo? holding true to the board, I firmly believe Kyle has totes - different colors, some with logos, a couple well used and loved. totes and caps, Kyle has a nice collection

my fun little headcanon is that Kyle will match his outfits to whatever hat or tote he plans on using for the day. and he has a wardrobe to match - t-shirts, button ups, jumpers, turtlenecks, Kyle has variety. a lot of them are gifts from his family (who have his fashion sense down to a science). his aunts and uncles definitely pay the most attention to what Kyle’s wearing whenever they see him, they never miss when buying him new jeans or shoes

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

as fearsome and intimidating as Ghost is, draped in military gear and holsters, Simon prefers to be comfortable. a majority of his civvies are for his comfort, soft and warm jumpers that bag a little. he keeps it simple, his signature black clothes are really the only thing that carries over from service. that said, I think he’d look good in brown too. still a noticeably darker color compared to most, but it gives a nice contrast to his usual monotone look

it might seem counterintuitive to wear long sleeves when he’s had all this tattoo work done on his arms - fair enough - but I don’t think Simon necessarily cares to show them off. he has his fair share of t-shirts, but he really only wears them when it’s exceptionally warm out. that, or Simon has them on as an undershirt at the gym, hidden beneath his black hoodies. does the 141 poke fun at him for dressing nearly all black every time they see him? yes they do, does Simon care? no, he’s a sucker for a dark aesthetic

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Johnny dresses like he’s ready to go to the gym, but it’s why we love him. I swear, it could be freezing outside and Johnny would be wearing short, he’s definitely one of those people, “Hm? Nah, m’not cold.”, he’s actively trying to not let his teeth chatter. Johnny loves a good hoodie, especially if they have drawstrings - this man has an oral fixation, let him chew on those strings, damnit! oftentimes the drawstrings on his hoodies are fucked up and thready because he’ll absentmindedly nosh on them

I’m not afraid to say he’s the closest on this whole headcanon post to dressing like Adam Sandler - there’s definitely been times he wore the rattiest clothes ever outside and people mistook him for being homeless. the nicest thing he’ll consider wearing out is a t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and jeans. I think Johnny’s a little nose blind to his own scent, sometimes he’ll think a hoodie is clean but he forgot he sweated his ass off in it two days ago at the gym. puts it on because… well, it just smells like him, surely it doesn’t reek

John Price:

I had such a hard time finding photos that matched my thoughts, but when I found them? oh, these matched. I’d like to call Price’s look “blue collar husband comes home after work” - do we get that vibe? simple man, he likes his blue jeans and a plain shirt. has a wide variety of nice, leather belts though, the only bit of his wardrobe he really splurges on. the simplest out of the 141, but he cleans up nicely with just a shirt and some jeans that hug his thighs just right

he’s a fan of t-shirts, the fact they show off his biceps is purely coincidence. he low-key dresses like a dad, but he rocks the look. he’s definitely the type to have vintage leather jackets, beat up, brown coats that are durable. they’ve seen better days, were new and shiny once, but John likes them a little weathered and worn. he’s not beating the bucket hat allegations

Gary “Roach” Sanderson:

I’d love to say ‘I don’t make the rules’, but I do. I’m putting my foot down and saying Gary dresses like this. he always wears a white t-shirt, is it the same one? does he have dozens? who knows! he’ll causally swap between pants and shorts, whichever is appropriate for the weather. button ups, he owns so many. never buttons them, just wears them open over his t-shirts. it’s casual, but the simplicity of it unironically makes his outfit look super clean

Gary will dress this way until the day he dies. it’s just how he dresses, no variation unless there’s an important event - holidays, an army shindig, I dunno, a wedding (if he could, he’d show up in his usual civvies). you would have to beg Gary to try a different style, he’s silently stubborn about it. he doesn’t make a fuss if you buy him a hoodie or sweater, just know he’ll throw a quiet strike by tucking it into the back of his closet

Keegan Russ:

biblically accurate Keegan Russ is a biker, what can I say. two words: leather jackets. he likes the aesthetic, owns a handful - hand-me-downs, thrifted, vintage, new. a majority of his wardrobe is black, I personally think his favorite color is blue, but he enjoys wearing black more. he likes wearing t-shirts, purposefully showing off his well-trained arms. he really only owns jeans, maybe a pair of nice slacks

you know what? gonna be honest, not much to add on, I just think Keegan is hot and would wear this haha. it’s nothing flashy, but if you’re into bikers it’s definitely eye catching. on another note, I think he’d paint his nails matte black. do I have any reasoning? no, I just think he would, or maybe just a clear coat. that, and he definitely wears silver rings. not all the time, but he does wear them on occasion

König:

if König isn’t in fatigues he still looks blatantly military. now, I didn’t include it in the board, but he has way too many pairs of khaki cargo pants. like an absurd amount - imagine a reasonable number of cargo pants and then add ten more pairs. back to the board, man cannot escape camouflage and green in general. whether it’s pants, shirts, or sweaters, König has it in some shade of green

otherwise, he actually enjoys itchy, scratchy sweaters. you know the kind that makes your skin red after wearing it a little too long? König eats that up, for whatever reason it feels nice to him. course, he does have standard, comfortable sweaters and hoodies. it’s a bit of a hassle to find clothes in his size though, sure they make them big, but König would appreciate if they were more fit to his build than overly baggy. lucky for him, his mama was a seamstress and taught him how to sew - he adjusts his clothing as he sees fit (he’ll still grumble about it though)

manifesting just one CoD man into being so I can play dress up with them🎀✨pretty please, I just wanna make him look so good - Soap and Roach might put up a fight though…

thanks for reading my behemoth of a post<3 hugs and kiss🌸✨

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

In response to some people expressing interest in the tags of this post, here’s an explanation of what I’m calling my Poltergeist AU.

Basically, during Rebooted while fighting nindroids Jay gets shot straight through his forehead. Him and Cole were arguing, distracted, when it happened. Everything goes the same that season, minus the added grief and tension because of Jay’s death. Zane still dies killing (most of) the Overlord.

The team breaks up like in canon but on angrier, more bitter terms. Cole stays in the city instead of running off to become a lumberjack. He feels like he can’t leave, the catatonic guilt, and rents a shitty, ratty apartment alone. Both Kai and Nya are angry at Cole, Lloyd kind of blames him too but isn’t as angry and more worried about every one. Cole isn’t talking to anyone, really. He’s wrought with constant nightmares and flashbacks to the moment and generally not doing good even before the “haunting” starts.

Speaking of that, so he starts to realize he’s being stalked. Someone—or something— following him, leaving dirt and bugs all over. Someone following him, he’s feeling watched even all alone in his apartment. Other stuff happens, like his apartment seeming infested with bugs (roaches, spiders, maggots) and constant flickering lights and half the stuff he touches keeps zapping him. He gets horrible nightmares and feelings like he’s hallucinating (this will get worse!!) He eventually starts seeing a figure literally following him and eventually figures out it’s Jay.

Jay himself is half-alive, definitely a corpse but cognitive and half-himself. The overlord infection is quite literally like an infection rather than a possession. Like a wound left to fester, it’s corrupting him. He’s angry and blames Cole like (most) everyone else, he’s bitter. He wants someone, Cole, to hurt about it.

Short story is they’re both obsessed with each other in very doomed ways. Jay wants him to hurt, Cole just wants him back.

SO! yeah that’s the explanation for now, I’m still ironing out most it. It’s pretty horror-esc and the imagery I have in my head is pretty dingy, darkly colored, and bug-y.

(Tagging @short-sapphic @wyrmswears and @razzle-zazzle since y’all seemed interested)

[justyaraya]

"Love heals"❤️‍🩹🫂

Peering: 🪳Gary "Roach" Sanderson/Trudy "Jay" Saidler(OC)🪶

That day...It could be his last. It's not like he's changed, it's like he's been replaced. Roach became gloomy, harsh, and even showed aggression that sparkled like a sparkler. Roach spent more time in the room, wouldn't let anyone near him, not even Trudy. In response to her attempts to help him, and once again, his aggression sparked again, which even scared Roach of himself, because he was behaving unconsciously, and perhaps it was a defensive reaction, but he immediately realized what he had done, regretted his actions, because he would never He became so harsh with Trudy.

"I'm sorry…I didn't want to,"- he spoke softly, almost in a whisper, hiding his face, not even looking at Trudy. There was a note of regret and pain in his voice,- "You shouldn't see me like this..

Trudy's heart is painfully squeezed, she wants to help him, soften the pain he has been through, calm him down, support him. Trudy closed the distance between them, tentatively stretched out her hands to his hands, slowly removing them, and waiting for Roach to try to distance himself from her again. But no, it didn't happen, but he didn't take his hands off.

"Roach, look at me,"- she said, her voice low and gentle. Roach hesitated, but still took his hands away from his face, and raised his tired eyes to look at the girl.

His face….Or rather, a part of the face, the cheek, was struck by fire, leaving behind a burn, like a brand in memory of that day. Trudy froze at what she saw. Roach looked into her eyes, there was a rather mixed feeling, but definitely not disgust.

"You shouldn't have seen that."- Roach started to turn away from Trudy, but Trudy stopped him by putting her hand on his cheek, which the fire had not reached.

"No," - she whispered, stroking his cheek with her thumb, "Everything will be fine…"

She stood on tiptoe, then gave his lips a light and gentle kiss. Roach closed his eyes, absorbing her support, her love, her warmth, and a certain relief. The feelings she feels for him, and Trudy herself, are his salvation…and then there's a long road to healing ahead…

[Fanfiction written in 2024]

❗️Fanfiction!AU! Dedicated to the Unfinished Business mission❗️

Can you call it a mini-fanfiction, or how I see the situation if Roach had survived that fateful day?

There could have been another post for 💖Valentine's Day💖, but the plans changed, and I decided that I would stop keeping this post in drafts. It's a little sad, but everyone is alive and well🤧

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

REBORN KING GREGOR {Limbus Company}

Woe, extremely self-indulgent concept be upon ye. A.K.A. "What if Gregor got an ID where he was both happy with himself (not in the "throws himself into being a weapon" sense) AND more bug?"

I've had this design/concept, through multiple revisions, sitting around for ages. Finally got around to making a colored piece of him after seeing some people theorize that he's going to Bug Out™ at some point after what we've seen in the new Intervallo. So I decided to take this concept back out of the shed to finally post it publicly. The two sketch pages are a hodgepodge of sketches of different ages from multiple other concepting sheets lmao. He deserves to be both happy and more bug at the same time. Most of his "happy" IDs have him lack his bug arm.

Meet Gregor, the Reborn King! He's a funky earwig-mantis-roach thing that runs his own cult of personality.

I'm not going to hash out any coin or Sin Affinity info, because I don't know what to give him for those things. I also don't know if he'd work better as a Bleed + Poise unit or Bleed + Rupture unit. All I know is that his "in-game" gimmick would basically be Dawn-Office Fixer Sinclair and Wild Hunt Heathcliff's "form change" gimmicks taken to the extreme: Progressing through multiple forms where he cannot change back after reaching the next form (kind of like a Pokemon evolution). These forms are Base (1), Chrysalis (2), and Reborn King (3). Base needs to build up enough stacks of a unique status (which I'm calling "satiety" for now), which then makes him enter Chrysalis, which he needs to survive (with special Guard skills) for a specific amount of turns to emerge as the speedy glass cannon that is the Reborn King state. Each state has completely different moves and/or Affinities.

TL;DR for this Greg's story: His bug mutations became more severe, and then one day his body made a chrysalis, and then he came out both as Extra Bug and with both human arms back. Then he founded a cult... or maybe the cult found him. Who knows lmao. Compared to being treated like an animal, a mere tool, a weapon with no humanity, running a cult is a pretty sweet gig. Definitely a better gig than a lot of fates in the City lmao.

(Meta + in-universe) Info:

- His cult is simply known as the "Cult of the Reborn King".

- He's got little mantis feetsies at the end of his big claws! I drew them (and the feet on his legs) simplified.

- He's got the mantis shimmy when walking. You know the one. He prefers to fly when wanting to get anywhere with any good speed.

- The amount of bug limbs he has is asymmetrical. One on the right side of his face, two on his neck, his two big claws, one tiny claw on the right side of his torso, and four legs, making for ten bug limbs in total (not counting wings and tail). If they were symmetrical, then there would be twelve.

- His general body shape/posture and big claws are that of a mantis, while the wings and tail shape/pincers are those of an earwig. Pinchy tail and big fancy wings that fit in a tiny elytra. - (Fun fact: Did you know that roaches, mantises, and termites are all related? They're all Dictyopterans.)

- He probably has a Mouth of a Thousand Nightmares if he fully opens it. Just don't let him catch you catching him cleaning his claw-feet like how mantises do it and you should be fine lmao.

- Unlike earwigs, he has a stinger. No venom or ovipositor, he just Fucking Stabs You. It's retractable, so he generally keeps his pincers closed over it.

- The extra asymmetrical limbs + plating on his face are based off of the G Corp Manager Corporal Gregor ID.

- The thing he's holding is a fancy smoking pipe, its shapes based off of his old pre-chrysalis claw.

I hope you like it!

[strawberrygummiess]

the nutcracker.

chpt. 1 | chapter two: the battle | chpt. 3 the nutcracker x gn!reader rollo flamme x gn!reader (one-sided) 2k words cross-posted on ao3 "Mice scattered the floor, squeaking and chittering. Your breath caught in your throat; the urge to scream battled with your fight or flight. They were everywhere; you could barely see the wood underneath the mass of rodents. And Grim, who usually slept in a ball by your feet, was nowhere to be found."

You tried your best to keep pests out of the dorm.

Combined with the age and the neglect, the dorm was in extreme disrepair when you moved in. After a scare from a roach in your kitchen and a mouse in your bedroom, you had to take matters into your own hands. Your first month in Twisted Wonderland was spent trying to keep the inside in and the outside out; sealing all the holes and gaps you found around the dorm and spent countless hours scrubbing all the grime away. (Of course, Ace and Deuce were quick to tell you that they could’ve done a month’s worth of work with a wave of their wand had you asked. From then on, you used them as your personal housecleaners.)

Despite all the renovations to your dorm since then, you had the occasional pest sneak into your house. But usually, it was just one unsightly bug or a mouse that Grim had brought in as a “gift”.

But this? This was an infestation that seemingly spawned overnight.

Mice scattered the floor, squeaking and chittering. Your breath caught in your throat; the urge to scream battled with your fight or flight. They were everywhere; you could barely see the wood underneath the mass of rodents. And Grim, who usually slept in a ball by your feet, was nowhere to be found.

“The Nutcracker! Where did you hide him? Show us where he is!” You hear a high-pitched chat fill the room. You glanced around, looking for the source of the chants. But soon, you realize the chants were coming from the mice. You had figured Grim was a unique cat; none of the other animals you encountered in Twisted Wonderland could talk. And yet, here you were, flanked by an army of talking mice. You take your attention away from the mice and look to the fireplace, realizing that the Nutcracker is missing from its spot on your mantle.

You finally yelp in surprise when the mice begin crawling on your bed. You scramble to move away, pushing your body as far up the bed as possible. They wore miniature suits of armor, advancing toward you with tiny rapiers. They repeated their chant, louder and clearer now that they were closer to you.

“Stay back!” You pulled your legs up to your chest, grabbing your pillow and outstretching it as a makeshift weapon. “I don’t know where it is! Get out!”

A loud CRACK, like glass breaking, makes the mice stop. Your mirror is broken, cracks spreading from the corners of the glass and framing a center circle. And peeking from your broken mirror is the largest rat you’ve ever seen.

It begins crawling out from your mirror headfirst, slowly lowering itself to the floor. The mice seem to clear the way it stands at full attention. It looks almost humanoid, with silver hair, styled and cut neatly, and piercing gray eyes (ones you’ve definitely seen before). If not for the white fur covering its body and face, you would’ve thought he was a normal beastman.

It, or he, since he looked more human than animal, was wearing an ornate black robe that kissed the floor. Underneath was an expertly tailored and fitted military uniform, a deep plum matching his robe. He gripped a silver scepter in his hand, topped with a red ruby. On his ring finger, was an ornate ring with the same oversized red ruby. On top of his head sat an elegant silver crown that hid his ears.

He seemed unbothered by your presence, looking around the room stoically, before suddenly swinging the scepter towards you, still avoiding your face.

“You, human: where is that pesky Nutcracker?”

You don’t answer right away, flustered and overwhelmed by the night. The longer you take to answer the more the man sneers.

“Maybe I was not clear,” with a snap of his fingers, the mice begin to move again, jumping on your bed towards you. You scream in fright, trying to make yourself as small as possible on the bed. You notice in horror that a few mice grow life-sized, standing by the bedroom door and at the side of the Rat King. “You will tell me where the Nutcracker is, lest you join my collection of minions.”

He approaches you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. He tilts your head in several directions, observing you like a doll. His frown quickly morphs into a smirk, and an uneasy feeling fills your body as he begins to eye you less as an obstacle and more like a prize.

“I ensure you complete safety in my kingdom,” his grip on your chin tightens, and you wince in pain. “As long as you tell me where the Nutcracker is,”

You struggle in his hold, avoiding his harsh gaze by looking around the room. “I don’t know where he is,” you gasp pathetically. “He was on the mantle when I went to sleep, I don’t know where he went,”

The Rat King narrows his eyes, smirk growing more strained. His nails dig into your chin, breaking the skin, waiting for you to remedy your answer. The mice on your bed crawl over your covered legs, chittering and crying “Answer him, answer us!”

Your door swings open with a BANG, flinging the guards on the ground. The Nutcracker, your Nutcracker, enters the room, also life-sized, holding his sword in one hand. The other is hanging uselessly to his side, limp and flimsy. The Rat King turns his attention away from you, allowing you to scramble out of his grip and off the bed.

The Nutcracker extends his sword toward the Rat King, eyes focused and determined. With a wave of his hand, the Rat King orders his army of mice to attack the Nutcracker, standing behind his guards. Despite his broken arm, the Nutcrack fights valiantly, overpowering the guards easily. The smaller mice swarm his feet, pushing and pulling his body like waves.

As the Nutcracker fights the mice, you crawl on the floor, struggling to escape the room. You pass by your slippers, (a gift from Grim that you never used due to their ridiculously large size- but it’s the thought that counts) and grab one of the shoes, continuing your army crawl to the doorway. Blood drips on the floor, drops staining your pajamas as you crawl over the puddles. You attempt to escape the room unnoticed, but as soon as you crawl to the doorway, you’re scooped up by a guard mouse by one arm, feet dangling above the ground. You quickly hide the slipper behind your back and stop struggling, hoping to lull the guard into false security.

The Nutcracker has overpowered many of the mice, despite his injury. The smaller mice have mostly retreated, finding solace behind their king. The royal guards had been defeated, holding their wounded limbs tightly as they squeaked in pain. The Rat King was unsympathetic to his wounded army, fishing a handkerchief; violet with embroidered yellow stars, from his pocket and holding it to his nose. He scowls from behind the fabric, disgusted, as he raises his scepter towards the Nutcracker.

“You, Nutcracker, are the last obstacle standing between a pure kingdom, and debauchery,” he says, his scepter glowing red. The magic looks different from the usual spells you’ve seen in Twisted Wonderland; runes decorate the floor where he stands, and fiery flowers blossom beneath his feet.

 The Nutcracker says nothing, grip tightening on his sword as he braces for the magic attack. Whatever the Rat King is planning will kill him, and possibly you as well. Without thinking you launch the oversized slipper at the Rat King.

It doesn’t hurt him, but it stuns him long enough for the Nutcracker to charge first, dislodging the scepter and prematurely ending the spell. The Nutcracker swings his blade, slicing through the King’s clothes. The guard quickly drops you, rushing to aid his king while the sea of mice moves to protect him, carrying him to the mirror.

The King clutches his chest, scrambling up the mantle. The mice swarm over his scepter, preventing the Nutcracker from grabbing it and pushing it up the mantle, through the mirror. “This is not over, Nutcracker!” the King cries, before disappearing through the mirror after it. The mice follow him, squealing and chittering until the last one scurries out of the room.

For a while, you sit in stunned silence at all you’ve seen. Your time in Twisted Wonderland has exposed you to strange scenarios, yet nothing could compare to the absurd battle you’ve witnessed. You go to pinch your arm, thinking it was a dream, but you’re rudely reminded that you are awake when blood drips from your chin again.

“Are you all right?”

The Nutcracker speaks for the first time, the booming thuds of his wooden feet echoing in the room. You stand up, but even at full height, he towers above you. He looks exactly like the Nutcracker Crowley gifted you, the same uniform, hair, and familiar face. The only difference is his broken arm, weakly hanging from the elbow joint.

“I’m okay… it’s just a scratch. What about your arm?” You tentatively grasp his forearm, examining the elbow joint closely. It was knocked out of place but could be popped back in with a strong push. “…I don’t remember receiving a broken gift,”

“Your cat broke me, he knocked me off the mantle in the middle of the night and brought me to the kitchen to hide me, but they captured him before he could go back to sleep,”

You gasp in shock and let go of his arm. “They took Grim!? When?” you ask him a million questions a minute. The Nutcracker opens his mouth to answer, but you interrupt him.

“Where did they take him? What do they want with him? What do they want with you? What’s happening? Who are you?” They all tumble out of your mouth rapidly, giving him no opportunity to answer anything before the next question pops out of you. He grabs your hands, engulfing them in just one of his wooden ones before you can say anything else.

“I will help you find him- but we cannot free him ourselves. We must journey to the Land of the Sweets and find the Sugar Plum Fairy; they can help free Grim and defeat the Rat King.”  The Nutcracker explains. “To get there, we must travel through the looking glass,”

You resist the urge to pinch your arm. Again.

“So…” you start tentatively. “We have to find a fairy. Where are they?”

The Nutcracker chuckles, slightly flustered. “I’m not sure. They’re said to travel the lands. But they've been hiding ever since the Rat King took over the Land of Sweets. Sugar Plum is the last person who can overpower him, and he’s stopping at nothing to find them,”

“And you,” you say, grabbing his arm again. “…Why does he want you dead?”

The Nutcracker doesn’t respond, watching you fiddle with his arm until you finally click the joint back into place. He moves it successfully and nods at you.

“We should leave now to find the Sugar Plum Fairy. Your cat needs you,”

Ignoring your question, he stands by the mantle, gesturing for you to follow him. Against your better judgment, you do.

[anipgarden]

Supporting Your Plants for Cheap

This is my fifth post in a series I'll be making on how to increase biodiversity on a budget! I’m not an expert--just an enthusiast--but I hope something you find here helps! 

Once you start gardening, you’ll find a lot of things go into it, and it can be a bit daunting to think about--especially if you’re trying to keep things low-cost. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be as hard--or as expensive--as it initially appears.

Composting

There’s several different ways to compost, any of which are helpful indirecting food waste and nutrients out of landfills and into your soil--which in and of itself can help increase biodiversity by making the space more livable for microorganisms and insects, which then cycles around to the rest of the habitat.

The classic one you see is hot composting. Most of the time, when I see hot composting set ups online, or hear people talking about them, it’s like listening to a wizard cast an intricate spell and prattle on about ratios and temperatures and special ingredients while standing over a detailed self-built setup made of the finest wood money can buy. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be complicated. First off, there’s lots of ways to make compost bins--some can be more expensive than others, but there’s definitely options asides from buying pre-made tumblers or getting an engineering degree. I’ve seen people use metal trash cans dug into the ground, make compost pile setups out of old pallets, or just pile stuff up and leave it. While using different ratios of certain items can help them decompose faster, it’s ultimately not something you need to worry about a lot. If it can break down, it’ll break down--it just might take awhile. Composting this way can also help provide habitat--some insects like bumblebees have been known to make nests in compost heaps. In addition, it provides a robust ecosystem for decomposers like worms and other organisms, and bats and birds will be attracted to open-top piles to eat flying bugs that live off the compost. Amphibians enjoy them for humidity, warmth, and feasting on insects. Do note that sometimes snakes may also rest in and lay eggs in compost heaps, so be careful when turning them.

Do note, though, that if your compost pile looks like that you're getting roaches and rats and raccoons out of your goddamn mind. Bury the food scraps.

Personally, when I compost, I use a worm bin--they’re a fantastic option for limited space and limiting smells. I keep mine outside in a big rubbermaid tote with holes drilled into the bottom, sides, and lid. I put a layer or two of weed block on the inside, so it’s still able to drain but keeps the worms from trying to escape during rainy days. There is an initial cost of buying the worms, getting enough bedding materials, and getting a new bin if you don’t have an old one suitable for use. But with occasional feeding, it should sustain itself and provide valuable worm castings that can be used in the garden. Please do note, however, that earthworms are considered invasive in some places.

Look at that worm bin-y goodness. This is a pic of my bin, from earlier this month!

Though I’ve never done it, I’ve heard of people having good results with bokashi composting--a method that’s done in a bucket, and is relatively easy to do indoors.

Once you start a composting system, keeping it stockpiled with organic material can become pretty easy for cheap. In general, if it comes from a plant, it’s safe to use. It’s also a good idea to avoid putting already-cooked things in a pile, as salts and sauces can kill beneficial bacteria in the compost while also attracting animals. Adding meat is also generally avoided to not attract animals. But below are some things that I’ve put in my worm bin quick, easy, and cheaply; or things I’ve seen friends put in their compost piles.

Cooking scraps/snack leftovers--things like cut up bell peppers, the ends of tomatoes, strawberry tops, apple cores, watermelon rinds, coffee grounds, and orange peels are amassed somewhat quickly in my house--my dad likes to cook. Around holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas? Corn husks, potato peels, sweet potato fibers, leftover greens and other trimmings are a feast for compost piles and worm bins.

Vegetables and Stuff that went bad in the fridge/pantry--we’re constantly victims of the ‘forgot it was there’ conundrum. Fridge cleanouts are great times to decide what can be tossed to the compost--moldy bell peppers, spotty celery, questionable carrots, onion halves, old eggs, bagged salads, and stale/moldy bread have all been tossed into the pile before! 

Grass clippings--though my worms don’t like grass clippings, they’re still great material for a classic hot compost set-up!

Fallen leaves--another classic addition to a hot compost pile. Some friends keep them stocked up and stored for later use.

Plant trimmings--what is plant clean up if not compost material? I’ve put cleaned-out sunflower heads and stalks in my worm bin, and they decomposed after about two months. If you get  blossom end rot on your tomatoes or peppers, they’re still fair game for the bin as well!

Shredded mail--just make sure to not put in the thin plastic that covers the address section on some envelopes. Otherwise? As long as  the paper isn’t glossy, it should be great for a bin or pile! Shredded paper or cardboard also makes great bedding for worm bins. Put those Amazon boxes to good use!

Pumpkins! Snag your neighbor’s halloween pumpkins in November and toss them in my compost! Last year my dad went around the cul-de-sac and nabbed all of the post-halloween pumpkins, the worms loved it.

Christmas tree needles--can’t confirm I’ve tried this, but it seems like it would work.

Mulch

Mulch is an excellent way to keep your soil moist, while also beginning and continuing to improve soil conditions as it breaks down into organic matter. You’ll have to water less, and it’ll prevent/slow down the growth of unwanted weeds (which is always the final straw to gardening for me, I get so overwhelmed I just stop going outside). Win-win situation, right? Except stepping into a Home Depot and finding mulch being sold for five dollars per square foot and knowing you have to cover a whole garden with it all can add up… pretty quickly, to say the least.

Fortunately, there are a few solutions to this, and likely from your own backyard!

Grass clippings are the first that come to mind. If you’re mowing your lawn, or have neighbors who are, collecting the clippings and spreading them over your soil is a cheap and easy option for some quick mulch. It’ll be very nitrogen-heavy, so keep that in mind, but it’ll still prevent weeds, retain moisture, and break down into organic material over the course of a few months. Do try to not use grass clippings you know are treated with pesticides, since the aim is to use this mulch to help increase your biodiversity, and having insects around plays a big role in that.

Fallen leaves are the next that comes to mind. If you’ve got a tree in your yard, or in your neighborhood, then you or someone around you knows the neverending avalanche of leaves or pine needles that drop come fall. As mentioned before, they can be used to make brush piles for creatures, or added into compost, but they have a fantastic third use as mulch. Add them on top of your beds!

Want free wood mulch? A program called Chip Drop might be the best solution for you! They team up with arborists to find cheap drop sites for shredded wood, logs, etc. that are produced as they maintain trees! If any local arborists tied to the program are operating in your area, instead  of paying to dump the resulting mulch at a landfill or some other dumpside, they’ll simply dump it at your place! Now, you won’t be able to control when the mulch gets dropped--I’ve heard of people coming home from work one day to find a chip drop in their driveway. But… free mulch!

Want wood chips but not a whole truck load? If an arborist is working in your area, and you can muster the courage, its worth a shot to ask! One time someone in my neighborhood was getting a tree removed, so my Dad and I parked near their car with a tarp in the trunk, some shovels, and an old storage bin. We approached nicely and asked if we could have some chips, and they were totally cool with it! At that point, how much you get depends on how big your trunk space is, and how many times you’re willing to ferry mulch back and forth out of your car so you can go back for more. But it is an option! Alternatively, you can ask them to dump the whole load in front of  your house, but at least you’ll know when and where it’s happening!

Trellises

Many plants need, or will appreciate, some kind of climbing structure. But trellises aren’t often cheap to find. To that, I say--we’ll create our own!

One popular option is to grow taller plants, and then plant climbing species are few weeks/years later so they’ll climb the taller plants! I’ve planted passion vine near a tree in my garden for it to climb, and I’ve seen people do similar concepts with sunflowers, corn, and other such plants! Sunflower stalks can provide support even after they’ve been cut back.

A combination of wood, some stakes, some nails, and some string can create a great frame trellis that can be used for beans, tomatoes, vines, etc--so I’m sure if could be put to good use for native climbers, especially since my dad’s used this structure for passion vines before. You may have to replace the string every year, but most of the time, the string is compostable anyways!

This may take a bit more setup and have a more upfront cost, but creating a trellis out of cattle panels makes a durable structure that can support all kinds of vining plants! 

Of course, there’s always the easy alternative of simply letting plants climb along your fence! This is especially easy if you have a chain link fence, but wooden fences are plenty suitable for some species as well! I’ve seen passion vines do great growing along chain link fences as supports, and one of my favorite sights as a kid was always seeing bushels of trumpet vines growing up and over fences on the drive home.

Why are we worrying about trellises? Creatures are attracted  to diverse landscapes with a variety of plants within them, so having a few climbers can be a great way to attract more wildlife! I know some plants in my area that pollinators are attracted to, or even rely on as host plants, are climbers that can get upwards of 15 feet tall, and will climb any surface you give them. A trellis provides you a great place to put extremely beneficial plants.

That's the end of this post! My next post is gonna be about how different 'kinds' of plants can all be beneficial in a biodiversity standpoint. Until then, I hope this advice was helpful! Feel free to reply with any questions, your success stories, or anything you think I may have forgotten to add in!

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🥀 clay roach heacanons 🥀

a/n: this is based a little on THIS post i made about clay being the rory character that would have the sweetest girl

. first, and foremost, I absolutely love this little wet cat - I live him, I breathe him, I want to gnaw and chew at him

. but we move

. the only way i could imagine you meeting clay was definitely like a childhood sweetheart type thing going on, y'know? - like you met when you were like seventeen, and you just kinda... got stuck with him?

. he's cocky - no doubt about it. this man is the most snarky, sarcastic asshole you'll ever meet

. HOWEVER, he's so sweet on you because he just doesn't wanna break you. but will never say this to your face

. I don't see clay as a very cuddly person, it's just not his thing, even before all the heroin

. however, this man is a sucker for the small things. hell yeah, forehead kisses. absolutely hold my hand. definitely, c'mere, baby, nuzzle your nose against mine

. he's not a big fan of nicknames that much, but his favourite will always be 'babydoll' and I stand by this. clay legit forgets your name because he never uses it

. it's probably not the most healthy relationship, let's be honest, but that's the sad reality of drugs, babe - clay will lie to you, keep secrets from you, and you probably wouldn't even know

. however, that doesn't mean he doesn't love you to pieces, he absolutely 100% does

. clay's very forgetful, he's strung out most of the time, so don't expect him to remember anything important lmao

. is a dog man, and this will be controversial but it's so true - get this man a little fucking golden retriever, I BEG

. he just loves the warmth of a dog - i imagine that clay's always cold, and so always needs to be holding something warm

. again, nsfw under the cut cause I'm sensible like that

. you thought kappa was dirty? let me tell you right now, this man is the filthiest man on the planet

. not even necessarily kinky, he just knows how to talk to you just right. clay is the king of dirty talk, and this is a hill I will die on

. no joke, clay could make you cum in about a minute just from talking. it's the accent bro 😭

. loves, loves, loves using his hands - everything else is great, don't get me wrong, but this man loves nothing more than having you sat with your back against his chest as he fingers the life outta you

. hair pulling kink - this goes both ways. he loves tangling his hand in your hair, and he's always gentle. you're his precious little baby, he doesn't wanna hurt you

. but on him?! oh lord, he's practically begging you to pull harder

. clay loves thighs. kissing them, biting them, laying his head on them, holding them, he loves it all

. clay is a rough and deep kinda guy, slow and sensual are not words in his vocabulary

. THIS MAN IS HELLA LOUD - and he doesn't give two fucks who hears him. he will moan, groan, grunt, growl, whimper and whine and he's not ashamed at all

. I personally can't really see clay as the submissive type, he'll let you ride him and it's his favourite thing in the world, but he still has all the power

. give this man a blowjob and he's getting on his knees with a ring

. I don't see him much to give you head, he'll do it every now and then when he's in the mood, but he much prefers using his fingers

. getting his girl to grind against his pillow 🤭

. but when he does give you head, kiss your ability to walk goodbye 😚

. a tiny bit of a daddy kink me thinks?! 🤭

. just ride him, man, he's a lazy fuck - he's not, he just loves watching you on top, PLUS it's less effort

. overall, is he morally good? no, absolutely not - he'd probably realistically be like a 4/10, but I love him so much I'm just gonna boost him up to an 8.5/10 cause who's gonna tell me I can't?

[pipileo]

LIST OF PIPS OCS

Here is a list of every OC that I have posted on Tumblr so far. Feel free to ask about any of them or draw whoever.

Yes, there's a lot... and I love them all, but don't tell them that I play favorites... *cough* *cough* raño...

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Sonas - My different personas, each one depicting a different portion of my personality, i guess.

#pipsOC medou - my (main) bunny fursona. Represents me, not a mascot. Medou can sometimes appear in creepy VHS-Styled arts... Those tend to hold a bit more meaning behind them...

#pipsOC pipileo - my old slime sona. depicts a silly mascot, i suppose

#pipsOC boopr pip - my april fools fursona... depicts my violently affectionate/obsessive self

#pipsOC peipo - Pipileo's predecessor. depicts my olden days.

Winter Aconite - The story of Sorbette and the Crimson Collars. The world is turning into ice, and someone has to fix things before it gets out of hand.

#pipsOC rano - Soul of Bliss. First Crimson Collar. Too kind to kill, too oblivious for his own good. Grew up orphaned, so he was never taught right versus wrong in terms of survival.

#pipsOC skerret - Soul of Fury. Second Crimson Collar. He WILL hurt a fly, but never a spider. He is cold and seemingly uncaring, inexperienced with emotions, but he protects Raño since he doesn't care for anything else.

#pipsOC sorbette - Soul of Grief. Third Crimson Collar. Has to save the world from turning into a snowball. She's overwhelmed by her world-saving responsibilities and doubts herself at every turn.

#pipsOC catriana - Nun of Skerret's old church.

#pipsOC twigby - The Stickman. Cursed by a wizard. A true coward. He deserved what came to him.

#pipsOC strand - The Dummy. Accidentally cursed. Due to the nature of the curse, it could not be reversed, but he has other abilities that make up for his appearance.

Entomaniacs - When mutated roaches begin to infest the Earth, curiosity begins to rise, and to some, with curiosity comes obsession.

#pipsOC roaches - Generic Roaches. They're either a Cucaracha, a Curichi, or a Ruchacho. In general, this is the species as a whole.

#pipsOC edwin - Responsible for the creation of the Roaches, he sets eyes on his masterpiece, and wants to keep them for himself. When he figures out a way to tame the bugs, he keeps it to himself, letting people deal with things themselves.

#pipsOC chirro - Not a Roach. Student at a public middle-school, Chirro is an odd fella. They're mute, and they look cute, but uncanny when compared to the other kids. Docile until accused of being a bug.

#pipsOC tomoi - A young girl attending the same middle school as Chirro who loves all things bugs. She's not saying Chirro is a bug, but she definitely looks at them like one.

#pipsOC hemo - A mosquito who appears to be a direct nemesis to every roach ever. Being born on Halloween, he seemed to have gained his identity from the "vampires" walking around...

Another Light v. Dark Story - The god and their angels try to capture the dark to stop the universe from going rotten.

#pipsOC cupie - In love with Loomer. He has the ability to pacify ANYTHING, and was supposed to be used to stop Erroneous, but... he can't control his abilities.

#pipsOC loomer - In love with Cupie. He is a child of the dark, but he ditched his orders just to be gay with Cupie. He can travel using shadows and silently cause trouble wherever he goes.

#pipsOC almus - An angel tasked with capturing the great mistake. His boss is... the God of our Universe. He owns Cupie.

#pipsOC erroneous - He causes corruption in the universe, and is the one at fault for all suffering and grief in the world.

Acuations - Kellis lives here! This place doubles as both an aquarium and a waterpark.

#pipsOC kellis - Canonically the only anthro in her world. She works as both a mascot and a tour guide for Acuations. She's a hungry creature. Hide yer fish.

Don't Tread on Me - Old temples sure do have a lot of expensive goodies nowadays, huh? Sucks that they're infested with snakes.

#pipsOC duncan - Head Honcho. Hospitalized thrice a week. Most daring rabbit of all.

#pipsOC teddy - Duncan's assistant.

Cunubis - Where the cloud creatures live and cauliflower grows in the sky. Turns out clouds have good taste in music.

#pipsOC wendy - pianist of the Dewwits and the leader of the band.

#pipsOC raindrop - lead singer of the Dewwits. Queer.

#pipsOC hugo - brass player of the Dewwits

#pipsOC cecil - synth and sfx player of the Dewwits

#pipsOC nube - the cloud variant of a goat. Always sleeping. Take caution around them.

#pipsOC luggo - luggage bag who fell from a plane into the clouds.

Gorrorborne - Mallory's nation turned on him, so he fights back.

#pipsOC sgt mallory - kickass alien who wants to rip his nation to shreds

Savagia - Prey volunteers to be eaten by predators to keep society in balance. A carnivorous corporation runs a program that offers to give financial aid to struggling prey as long as they allow themselves to be killed and sold to meat plants at the end of their term. Kobou Sezak gets a bit too nosy in places he shouldn't be.

#pipsOC kobou - Gray hare that joined the program due to financial troubles regarding his skin condition. He has eight months before he is scheduled to be euthanized.

#pipsOC tufft - A sheep that makes his decisions too hastily. After betting his money down the drain, he signed up for the program and prefers to pretend he's going to live forever. Prone to jealousy.

Delighted Delicacies - Sugary sweets, they are.

#pipsOC split - mr ice cream

#pipsOC tart - cupcake creature

unsorted ocs...

#pipsOC tinsie - miss albino christmas tree

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9/8/24 Update = Added colors to indicate who is canonically in the same "universe" or story. Every time the text switches color is when the ocs universe / story changes.

12/3/24 Update = Added names and descriptions for each universe/narrative instead of just color coding them. Names may be changed.

[hunterbunter3000]

Hi! I love your page so much! From the dog/ handsome man ask, who would be the home wreckers and who would suffer in the friend zone?

Gaz and König would be the kings of the friend zoned boys while Ghost and Kruger would definitely manipulate, manslaughter, and manwhore their way in Sweetheart’s relationship. Where would the other boys be?

Hello! I'm so happy that you like my page!! I appreciate it 🙏 🫂❤️❤️

WHEW NOW YOU WENT IN BABES

(What we're referring to!)

You are very right, Gaz and König would be the absolute BALLERZ of the friend zone (or the brother zone, cause she sees them like "b r o t h e r s") and then Ghost and Krueger, like the SLUTS THEY ARE, would still be trying ONE HUNNID PERCENT

So let's use this as a pyramid system! The highest is 100% brother zone, and then going down further, you get to the Slut Homewreckers. It goes as such:

The Brother Zone

König

Gaz

Rodolfo

Alex

Roach

Horangi (The Whore Medium)

Alejandro

Price

Soap

Graves

Ghost

Krueger

The Slut Homewreckers

This was so sad to write out 😢

S I K E

Lemme start with Krueger, because he's always my favorite when it comes to Sweetheart.

Short answer: Krueger don't give a flying fuck shit.

Long answer: Krueger has been heavily obsessed with Sweetheart ever since he met her. You think that'll just E N D cause she got a boyfriend? Bitch please, that just makes him want her more. That little boyfriend is just keeping her company for now. Sweetheart belongs to Krueger, she just doesn't know it yet.

Now Ghost, he honestly can't help it. If he has his eyes set on something, he's either gonna make it his or complete it with so much determination it's scary. And that's EXACTLY what he's gonna do with Sweetheart. He didn't think he would fall in love with anyone, so she has a very special place in his heart. He's a bit heartbroken that she has a boyfriend. But as I said with Krueger, that's not gonna stop him. He's absolutely addicted to her, and his addiction can't just be leveled by being friends.

Graves... Jesus. With how much Sweetheart hates him, he's still SO PUSHY. He also can't let her go just like that. He likes their banter too much. So much so, that he sees his future with her still doing this, just with her in his arms surrounded by a white picket fence. Now everytime they fight, his brain reminds him that she has a boyfriend. Fuck, well not for long. He's gonna be the most annoying, pushy asshole she has ever seen. And he's not gonna give up.

Soap-- he was honestly gonna be in the brother Zone, but I had to think... cause I have in another ask (that I haven't posted yet, lemme alone) saying that Sweetheart and Soap are best friends first and lovers last. But g o d that's so hard now because he's fallen in love with her. They're extremely close, and for Sweetheart to not tell him that she has a partner really messes with him. He can't shake the feeling of wanting her for himself. (I can also see him being so desperate and begging. I have a problem with Soap being desperate and begging, its like my whole personality)

Price DEFINITELY wasn't gonna be bro zoned. Like come on- he's so determined in everything he does. But he will feel guilt everytime he tries to woo her. The black tendrils coiling around his being, the right from wrong really be setting in his soul and he hates it. But his desires and his heart keep pushing him to do the "wroight" thing. (Get it? It's right and wrong mixed together HAHA sorry)

Alejandro wouldn't.... but also really would. He feels a connection to Sweetheart. Platonically and romantically. But the romantic weights out the Platonic, and long story short; he wants her. He doesn't want to give up, but he also wants to respect her decision. She seems happy with this man, but wouldn't she be happier with him?

Okay so Horangi is in the middle because he would be 50/50. He would respect her choice to have a boyfriend. I mean yEAH YOU SHOULD-- IDIOT. He would tell himself that it needs to be Platonic only. He would say that when he's near her, when he's staring at her, when he's about to sleep, about to eat, about to-- you get where I'm going. But what if he would keep trying? He's a dogshit gambler though, so it may not turn out right.

Roach would be too scared to be a Homewrecker. He doesn't want to lose her completely, so he will just be Sweetheart's friend. I don't think he could take it for long though, since everyone has a breaking point. Seeing her smile with her man makes him smile, but his heart is bleeding.

Alex would be a bit disgruntled, but he would get over it. She's still in his life but just as friends. He would love to kiss her though. And to wake up next to her in the mornings and make breakfast together-- BUT YA KNOW IT'S FINE, HE'S FINE

Rodolfo hurts me, man. I feel like he would be so sensitive to love. Especially when it comes to loving Sweetheart. He would just look like a sad puppy everytime he's around her cause he knows he'll never get her like he wants to. #LOVEFORRUDY2023

Gaz will be on the cusp of crying 24/7 and being jealous everytime he sees her. And her 🤢man🤢 he will be supportive though, in whatever Sweetheart does he will always be supportive. And a friend. Only a friend to Sweetheart because that's what she wants and he'll respect it. I mean shiii he has to, he doesn't want to ruin anything this good, even if it is platonic.

König, my boy. The König of the friendzone (I LIKE TO THINK IM FUNNY) alot of people think that he's "UwU Boi babygirl nervous wreck little meow meow" (which I do agree on sometimes but also-) he grew up with alot of anger, and punching the shit outta people in school and getting into fights. He would never, EVER put his hands on Sweetheart, but he will mess up his room. And she didn't tell him? He gonna shut off for quite some time. And cry. Cry a l o t. He would have to re-wire his brain to tell himself that she's taken. She's gone.

[midsummer-semantics]

Fortune Favors the Bold

Back with part 2 of Steddie Kinktober Bingo! Cross-posted on ao3 as well!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, Teacher-Student Relationship, Pre-Relationship, still but we're getting there, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, dom/sub dynamics, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, WELCOME BACK SUB EDDIE, Mutual Masturbation, Jerk off Instruction, Kinktober, Marijuana, Eddie smokes because duh but he's completely in control of his actions

Summary:

Eddie’s probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steve’s dirty little secret, he replied to the last one with a secret message of his own:

That can still be arranged.

Or: The semester may have ended, but Eddie's obsession with his professor definitely hasn't.

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Keep reading below for the fic! ⤵️

Eddie’s probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steve’s dirty little secret, he replied to the last one with a secret message of his own:

That can still be arranged.

He then sent Steve a quick email saying “Thank you so much for the private lessons. The last research project is done. I look forward to working with you closely in the future,” and then closed his laptop and screamed into his pillow for two straight minutes.

It was bold. More bold than the claim that landed him in those private sessions, but maybe not as bold as Steve had been.

His professor, of course, one-ups him again a few days later with a reply:

His personal number. Steve sent Eddie his personal fucking phone number.

Eddie screams into his pillow again for good measure.

It takes a week and a half of spiraling, several started and deleted texts, an aborted call to his best friend Chrissy (because honestly, he can’t tell her about this, it’s a complete breach of trust with Steve), and maybe a few too many hits off a joint before Eddie finally plucks up the courage to put that number to use.

It’s three days until Christmas and Eddie’s stoned in his childhood bedroom, his uncle at work because even this close to the holiday, the old man can’t catch a break.

He’d taken screenshots of all the secret messages and put them in a locked folder on his phone, reading back through them periodically to use as jerk-off material. Steve really did have a vivid imagination that he managed to convey in so few words. Shakespeare would give his left arm for half of the homoeroticism that Steve can produce in two lines of prose.

Eddie stubs the roach out, leans back against the wall — because 16-year-old Eddie didn’t have a bed frame with a headboard so 29-year-old Eddie gets to go without while he’s visiting Wayne — and pulls up Steve’s contact.

It’s only 8:15pm, a perfectly reasonable time to contact a professor about a homework question. That is, if it wasn’t winter break, and Eddie was still his student, and he actually had a homework question to ask him.

Whatever, he thinks. Steve told him to call him if he needs anything. And Eddie is in bed, half-chubbed from the messages he was re-reading for the millionth time, hazy from the weed, and needing to hear his professor’s voice even for a second.

He presses the number to dial before he can think twice about it, holding the phone up to his ear as the line rings, readjusts himself in his boxers, and waits. 

“Hello, Steve Harrington speaking,” a voice answers after the third ring.

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, momentarily rendered speechless. For some reason, he had it in his mind that Steve gave him a phony number, that maybe he imagined the entire thing and was living out some kind of insane vivid dream for the last few weeks.

“Hello?” Steve says again, knocking Eddie out of his momentary stupor.

“Hello, professor,” Eddie chirps, cringing when he realizes how eager he sounds. He tries to backtrack. “Sorry, I know it’s late, and you’re probably with family, and — shit, why did I think this was a good idea—”

“Whoa, Eddie?” Steve interrupts, not sounding the least bit angry, but almost… happy? Definitely surprised, but not in a bad way, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “It’s me. Sorry. I know you told me to call you if I needed anything, but I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”

“I was serious,” Steve says. “I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you’d actually take up the offer.”

“Oh? Why not?”

If Eddie’s phone had a chord, he’d be twirling it around his finger as he settles more comfortably against the wall and his bed, legs splayed out in front of him over the flannel sheets.

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re calling instead,” Steve prompts gently. “What do you need?”

So many things, Eddie’s mind supplies.

“I- uh…” he stammers instead, trying to come up with a good reason to have bothered his (former) professor this late during holiday break. “I wanted to know if you’ll be available next semester to do more private lessons. Seeing as I’m not on your roaster for the spring.”

There’s some shuffling in the background that Eddie can’t decipher before Steve speaks up. “Oh? Well, I don’t see why not. I’m only teaching two classes so I can focus on my next manuscript, so I’ll have a bit of free time that I’d be happy to dedicate to my favorite.” There’s a short pause before Steve tacks on, “Student.”

Eddie tries to hide the gasp he lets out by pulling the phone away from his face, reaching down with his free hand to cup his straining erection through his boxers. Even just hearing Steve’s voice is enough to have him leaking into the fabric. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

“Great,” Eddie chokes, a little high pitched even in his own ears. “Great. I’ll still be free Thursday evenings if that works for you.”

Steve hums, more shuffling happening for a moment. “Sure, that works for me. But, Eddie, I can’t exactly offer you reprieve on a project or anything if you’re not my student next semester. And while I would love to assume you’re asking for the sheer opportunity to learn, I have to ask…”

There’s a pause, during which Eddie’s heart migrates to his throat.

“What do you really hope to gain from these private lessons?”

Eddie can feel himself starting to sweat, even though he’s only wearing his boxers and the heater in the old trailer is shit.

“I—” he mutters, “I guess… um… whatever you’re willing to give me?” He says it like a question, but the alternative is begging for something, anything, that Steve is willing to provide.

Steve tsks on the other end of the line, how voice slightly deeper, huskier when he speaks again. “Come on, Eddie. You can do better than that. Where’s all those words you poured into your research projects? All that confidence when you’re claiming Jonson was a self-important asshole for publishing his complete works in seven volumes?”

Eddie bites his lip hard to prevent a whine from escaping, squeezing the base of his dick harder to keep from coming.

“Dunno what my options are,” Eddie tries. He’s fishing, he knows he is, deflecting in the hopes that Steve just tells him what to do so Eddie can let him take the reins and he doesn’t have to think. Between the weed coursing through his bloodstream and Steve’s voice coursing through his synapses, he’s entirely out of his own control, and he needs more of this weightless oblivion.

“Well,” Steve grunts. There’s more shuffling and a quiet goran. “I can talk to the department about a GA placement. Make you my assistant for the semester.”

Eddie’s almost taken out of the fantasy by that offer. Grad assistants get tuition reprieve and a regular paycheck. Normally those positions only go to PhD students, but a GA at the MA level would severely reduce the debt he’s going into for this program.

“Or,” Steve continues, “I could offer an independent study course. One unit to help knock one of those extra required ones down for graduation.”

That’s also a fantastic offer. Some of those units are meant to go toward writing his thesis, but he doesn’t want to take them all at once and end up paying more in the long run.

But that’s not why Eddie called him. It’s not even why he took Steve up on his initial offer for private lessons. He wanted to learn, sure, but mostly he wanted to spend time with the older man. He wanted his attention solely on him, and he has it right now, unmitigated by academic or bureaucratic red tape, and he wants to keep that going.

“With respect, sir,” Eddie hedges, knowing this is already a dangerous game that they’re playing, but too down bad to consider quitting now. “Getting to spend more time with you is all the incentive I really need.”

It’s quiet on the other line for a moment, long enough for Eddie to start panicking again.

“Tell me, Eddie,” Steve says, his tone still deep and inviting. “Are you willing to be a good boy for me?”

This time, Eddie doesn’t prevent a low groan from escaping him, slouching on the bed as he squeezes his cock again, his legs falling open automatically.

“Yes, sir,” he mutters, almost a whine, but not quiet. Not yet.

“I meant what I said, you know. In those little messages. You really don’t know what you do to me, baby boy,” Steve rasps. Eddie thinks he hears the click of a bottle opening, a soft groan breathed into the phone’s speaker right into Eddie’s fuzzy brain, before unmistakable slow, slick sounds begin. “The amount of times I’ve had to fuck my fist right after you leave my office…” Steve continues, his voice a little more ragged than before. “God, the janitors would be pissed at the messes I’ve made.”

Eddie awkwardly shoves his boxers down one-handed and kicks them off haphazardly, grasping his own copiously leaking cock and giving it a few quick, over-dry strokes. The friction makes him hiss even as he moans.

“Oh, sweet thing,” Steve coos. “Too eager to use lube?”

It’s like Steve really is watching him; how does he know Eddie’s just raw-dogging his dick like this? He’s almost 30, he knows better than to jerk one out without something to ease the glide. But his lube is in his bathroom bag, and he’d have to put the phone down to get it open, and he doesn’t want to miss a second of hearing Steve jerking off for him.

“Why don’t you put a couple of fingers between those pretty lips for me? Get your hand nice and wet before you hurt yourself,” Steve instructs.

Eddie has three fingers in his mouth before he can mutter a yes, sir, but he tries to get the words around the intrusion anyway, burning with mortification at his eagerness when he hears Steve chuckle in his ear.

“That’s it, baby boy. Suck on those pretty fingers for me. I bet you look so good with your mouth full.”

Eddie can feel the drool starting to collect between his fingers and slide down his palm, his eyes rolling back at the combination between having his mouth stuffed and Steve’s voice whispering filthy praise in his ear.

“Alright, baby. Now get your hand on your cock and let me hear you sing for me.”

Eddie pulls his fingers from his mouth and wraps his wet hand around himself, the glide much easier. The moan he lets out is entirely too loud, too telling of how turned on he is, but he can’t stop it. 

“That’s it, pretty one. Let me hear you. God,  you sound so good.”

Eddie can hear the slick sounds of Steve beating off on the other line, the less than quiet groans the older man lets out in response to Eddie’s too-loud ones. 

“I bet you look so pretty all laid out, touching your cock. Are you naked, Eddie?”

Eddie gasps, twisting his fist around the head of his dick and nodding dumbly. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Are you wet for me?”

Eddie looks down at this cock, the head deep red and spurting pre-come like a leaky faucet.

“So fucking wet,” Eddie pants, eyes squeezing shut so he can focus on the sounds Steve breathes into the phone.

“I want to eat you out, baby boy. Would you like that? Bend you over my desk and spank your ass ‘til it’s red before tongue fucking you ‘til you come all over yourself?”

“Steve —” Eddie keens, feeling his balls draw tight, right on the edge.

“Gonna come for me, baby? That’s okay. Come whatever you want to. I’m not stopping until I’ve finished,” Steve says. It sounds vaguely threatening, but holy fuck, is it exactly the permission Eddie needs to trigger his orgasm. Come shoots out of him, landing over his fist, stomach, chest, even a bit on his neck as he moans and mewls through it.

“Fuck yeah,” Steve mutters, before loosing a deep groan of his own that lets Eddie know his professor is coming as well.

There’s a lot of heavy breathing between them stuttering down the phone line as both men attempt to catch their breath. Eddie needs a shower, maybe a baptism after the religious experience that is hearing Steve Harrington come.

“You okay, pretty one?’ Steve mutters after several agonizing minutes.

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums, mouth dry and body completely wrung out. “Yeah, ‘m perfect.”

“Yeah you are,” Steve agrees, that delicate condescension back in his tone. Eddie can feel himself being tugged toward sleep, and of course it’s like Steve already knows. “Clean yourself up a bit, baby, and then you can sleep all you want.”

“Will you—” he starts and then stops, not wanting to voice his thoughts out loud and come off too needy after everything.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you until you’re tucked back in bed,” Steve answers, all-knowing as always. “And after Christmas we can talk about your private lessons for the spring.”

Eddie doesn’t meant to whine, he doesn’t, but Steve just fucked his brains out without being anywhere near him and he doesn’t want to wait four days before he talks to him again.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. You can still call me whenever you need something. That offer still stands,” Steve promises.

“Okay,” Eddie replies. “Thank you, sir.”

“Anytime, Eddie. Really.”

[vyrsm-txt]

I may be a couple days late but:

oh sweet, I meant to ask how Reis is doing. good to see him again 💜

they still weird about Tarou, I see. still horny about being gored and all?

..I'm not sure I absolutely understand what's happening in that image though. is Tarou just jacking it over there? does Reis disintegrate when sufficiently distracted, or did the leg gore happen before this?

aaaanyway it's good to see ur stuff again 💕💕

Hello hello!!  Thank you for the ask, it’s an honour to hear that you’re still keeping up with my silly OCs 🥹 <3

But yeah, he’s absolutely still whoring for a goring 😂  Which makes me realise I haven’t yet gotten to posting any backlog art that showcases this, so here’s an old doodle I’ll post to main later:

As for this illustration—you may remember “Reis” from my 2018-era blog/s as a human with a healing factor, but his current iteration is more of an Oogie Boogie-esque bug amalgamation in a skinsuit!  He has a sort of innate eldritch instinct to parasitically bond with things that compel him, so when Tarou winds him up enough it gets harder to keep his body under control…  Basically the hell roach version of soaking through his boxers with arousal LMAO

(I also wrote a fic about this here with some added drawings if you want to read!  And here’s another pic of the bug-devolution.)

Tarou is just jerking off next to him though yeah.  He has so many hangups regarding sex that it’ll take him a long time to be able to tolerate reciprocation, but even touching himself to begin with is a huge sign of trust (HE DOESN’T EVEN WANT TO MASTURBATE WHEN HE’S ALONE… bona fide sex hater).

I imagine their personalities are both a little different now than they were when I was writing them as a teenager—I don’t remember that period of my life too well, but I hope the shift isn’t too jarring!  Funny enough, Reis hasn’t changed so much as he went back to original form; when I first made him back in 2014, he was an edgy nonhuman partially inspired by Lord of the Flies, and I was like—okay, your cute little guy vanilla version is fine, but why did I ever stop writing this?!  (Rhetorical, I probably just wanted to explore different things for a bit aha.)  And so I brought him back.  With SNS and media being sanitised over the last several years, it’s nice to indulge in a bit of corruption arc for my OCs (or like.  Reverse-redemption arcs since they all started edgy…).

IN ANY CASE, the wholesome softboy version of Reis still exists in his human doppelganger Navid, if anyone preferred that iteration!  I posted a bunch of art of him (and Tarou) on my twitter in 2023 May, and I’ll definitely get to backuploading them on my main when I can ^^

[simplysedusa]

PPG Headcanons I Plan On Incorporating In My Fics

Elmer is black with albinism, and he still has his glue powers. He's done quite well keeping it under wraps thanks to Professor Utonium and his pen-pal, Dexter.

Ms. Bellum is Princess Morbucks' maternal aunt. Penelope (Princess's mom, Sara's sister) and Sara were close as could be from a typical middle class family. That all changed when Penelope started dating Roy Morbucks. Ms. Bellum never liked the guy but her parents could be happier. The final nail in the coffin was when Penelope announced their engagement, and the two haven't spoken since her wedding day.

Prior to moving to Townsville, Mr. Morbucks had business in Townsville; some of it legal, but most of it wasn't. With the Powerpuff Girls being the beloved superheroes, it'd only be a matter of time until someone hired them to look into Mr. Morbucks' establishments and discovered his criminal underbelly. He decided to take Princess and enroll her in the very same kindergarten as the Powerpuff Girls to be her eyes and ears. He didn't expect her to become a supervillain out of spite, but he decided to fund her endeavors as a distraction.

Mitch has a tumultuous family background. His mom is dead, his dad's an alcoholic whose constantly in and out of jail with a different girl of the week living with him in the trailer, and his grandmother is hospitalized. Once Professor Utonium learned of this, he allowed Mitch to spend the night whenever he felt the need to. The constant exposure to the Powerpuffs allowed him to become friends with Blossom and Bubbles, closer with Buttercup, and a nicer person overall. He's still rather rebellious but he's no longer a bully. His interests are motorbikes (or any kind of car) and animals, surprisingly. He helps the volunteers to look after Twiggy during the summers on Monster Isle, who helps keep the monsters away from Townsville.

The Gangreen Gang (minus Ace, obviously) are a few of the aforementoined volunteers. Much to Buttercup's chagrin, Mitch and the reformed Gangreen Gang are on good terms.

Beebos are outlawed in Townsville, Farmsville, and Citiesville. All of them have been relocated to Monster Island. Mitch also helps keep an eye on the population and their feeding habits during his volunteer work over the summer. 

I can't decide if I want one of the Rowdyruff Boys or the Gangreen Gang to illegally have a Beebo, but one of those former delinquents definitely has one and are trying their hardest to keep it a secret lmao.

I've spoken about him here but Barnaby Mayer (aka "the Mayor") had been embezzling money from the city of Townsville for years. He came from a rather poverty stricken background and originally wanted to become mayor to help change Townsville for people like him. His newfound greed got to the better of him, and a certain someone close to him who I don't want to spoil just yet only helped push him further. Deforestation only allowed the growth of Townsville's infrastructure, at the expense of Fuzzy's property. Bribes from rich corporations in Townsville allowed the Mayor to turn a blind eye to wherever they dumped their toxic waste, which affected the Gangreen Gang and mutated the Amoeba Boys as their part of the city became the city wasteland. Sedusa's own court case was even rigged in the research lab's favor as a deal; the Mayor offers them funding and in exchange, they keep quiet about what he asks of them (future questionably unethical Chemical X experiments to extract a weakness against the Powerpuff Girls, silence on the ozone layer of Townsville and the radiation/pollution from monster waste, the Antidote X handcuffs, testing other animals which lead to the creation of the talking dog, White Kitty, and Roach Coach, etc). Most of Townsville's infamous villains link back to him (I got the idea from this post in particular, I just expanded on it).

Speaking of Sedusa's court case, I spoke a great deal about her here. Her real name is Annalise.

[annamatix]

episode 1 of the jenny-anna taylor jurdan collab series YIPPEE (that's a mouthful we'll need to find a better name)

@viivdle did cardan's pov in two parts (linked at the bottom of this post) and i did jude's here

today’s topic: dancing with our hands tied (jurdan’s version)

“i, i loved you in secret” = jude didn’t tell a single soul that she had feelings for cardan

“first sight, yeah we love without reason” = after their first kiss she was super confused and didn’t understand why she was growing feeling for him, hence the ‘without reason’

“oh, 25 years old” = they weren’t 25, but they were very young so this could mean how literally the fate of the land fae was thrust into the hands of ‘kids’ (18?? 19??)

“oh, how were you to know, my love had been frozen. deep blue but you painted me golden” = in tcp jude clearly states that she is not interested in marrying or has feelings for anyone, but cardan kickstarted those feelings, clearly

“oh, and you held me close” = she was around cardan a lot, he kept her close to stead as seneschal and whatnot

“i could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets” = this could refer to the way cardan was slowly becoming more spy-like, learning from the roach (‘hands in my pockets’ = him stealing stuff, like her heart)

“picture of your face in an invisible locket” = 1) this is elfhame, so invisible lockets are totally normal, and 2) this could also mean how cardan was always on jude’s mind, like when he turned into a serpent she still imagined him sitting there, giving her pointers in his own sarcastic way

“you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling” = the way when jude was seneschal, cardan would always say things like ‘what a shame not one of them knows who their real ruler is’ and jude always feeling like this power could slip out of her grasp soon

“and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” = smirk (sorry) basically this could be about when jude and cardan did something together and agreed on it, it was a rare moment, making it 'sacred'

“people starting talking putting us through our paces” = there’s lots of whispering in courts like elfhame’s and jurdan was definitely affected by them

“i knew there was no one in the world who could take it, i had a bad feeling” = jude crowned cardan against his will, and she had to bear so many responsibilities, so again she felt like the power could fall from her anytime soon

“but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied” = even though she was seneschal, jude felt powerless in many ways, frustrated that she couldn’t control cardan, hence the ‘hands tied’

“yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time” = jude and cardan kept repressing their feelings for each other, and then whenever they felt something/did something, they were always surprised (‘like it was the first time’ = signaling even though they did it before, they were still shocked, like the first time they did it)

(skipping the rest of the chorus, it’s basically a repeat)

“i, i loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” = painfully obvious, a mortal and a faerie?? jude duarte and the beloved high king of elfhame?? not even in your wildest dreams, right?

“so baby can we dance, through an avalanche” = jurdan has been through a LOT together, this somewhat symbolizes that

“and say, say that we got it, i’m a mess but i'm the mess that you wanted” = do i even have to say it? jude i-poison-myself-every-day-and-made-a-deal-with-prince-dain-who-made-me-stab-clean-through-my-hand-plus-i-did-a-shit-ton-of-other-insane-things duarte, and cardan is head over heels for this woman

“oh, cause it’s gravity, keeping you with me” = its so hard to keep cardan under her thumb, and also unbelievable he would do it on his own accord. this could also work romantically, its crazy to her that cardan actually loves her

(skipping the chorus cuz i already did it above)

“i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. i’d hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again” = symbolizes the time when cardan was a serpent, jude didn’t care which type of cardan he would be, what would happen, or anything else, she just wanted him next to her again. girlie was highkey desperate

(the rest of the song is basically the chorus)

wow thank you for reading until here *bows*

sorry if its shallow jenny is the better analyzer between us two 🙏

cardan's pov part 1

cardan's pov part 2

[celtrist]

Ooh, I get it! Also it shows the hypocrisy of Husk, getting prickly when he is no longer the only "safest" person for Alastor to ingest mind altering substances around!

With Niffty, frankly, I am just a big enthusiast of an idea that she is more perceptive and aware of the world than people think, and her bad boy shtick and all of the bug stabbing and unhingedness is just her being unrestrained and self-indulgent

I definitely think there's something up with Niffty in the actual show, I will say that much. And I do think, at least in this AU (and honestly I can see this in the show too), she's perceptive just not AWARE (again, like the aforementioned she will call it out, she just won't be AWARE she called it out). Alternatively, I can see her as both perceptive and aware of the curse but just not caring about it being a thing. She honestly reads as a very "go with the flow" kind of girl. Plus, it doesn't really change her life too much. She'd still be doing the same shit she pulls as usual. And Niffty doesn't seem like she'd mind that the feelings aren't really her own because they still FEEL real and it is giving HER a new form of pain in a sense.

I might be giving Niffty too little credit though. I admit to that, but I also wouldn't put it past the writers of the show to just have Niffty as comic relief and that's all. Which, they don't need every character to have super in-depth and complex stories, but I've seen some neat depictions that have Niffty competent or dealing with something serious. And I should note, I DO think Niffty is very well an individual who could say, consent to something. I think she might have a childish mind but not a child's mind. I personally like the idea--and they missed out on this being a stronger idea with Niffty barely resembling her cockroach inspiration--that Niffty has a severe level of OCD and sees herself as constantly dirty. How she treats the cockroaches in the hotel reflects how she might see herself. I think if she looked MORE like a cockroach this idea would be a lot stronger, and I imagine people would put more thought into how she actually interacts with roaches in the show. Alas, she just looks like a Cyclops lady. But I digress.

If we're talking in canon of the actual show, I can see Alastor having done something either due to the deal he made with Niffty or, in the case that Niffty actually ISN'T soul bound to Alastor (she could honestly just really like him and that's all), they could of had some agreement for Alastor to do something to her that has made her scatterbrained (and is the reason she might freeze up the way she does in front of a camera. Which I think her freezing up is only noticeable and not brushed off as "camera shy" if only because of who she's associated with Alastor. Thus, people have thought there might be a link to Alastor and Niffty's camera issues.)

But yeah, I totally get where you're coming from with Niffty. And more than likely as we see more from the show the Obsession AU will change a bit (there was already something from the spoilers that happened that would change one of the dynamics a wee bit. But I won't talk about how I've kind of solved it until that episode concerning it comes out). To stray from the AU a bit here again, I don't personally think it's not a matter of Niffty not being complex (aside from potentially just keeping her as comic relief) as much as SOMETHING occurred and is potentially stalling her to have more well-formed thoughts (whether that's something to make her think less or forget about something or whatever, not sure). And that's sorta what I'm going within this AU's canon. It's not that she isn't perceptive as much as she's either not aware of her perceptiveness or just wouldn't particularly care about the curse affecting her.

But like I said in a previous post, if you like a different idea of Niffty than this, feel free to go that route with her concerning anything you do! By all means, get creative with it! I don't mind people deviating from the "canon" of the AU :3

[theresaghostinmyhome]

Simon “Ghost” Riley general headcanons

• Authors note: First post on this blog WOOO let's GO DUDEEEE ☾ • Warnings: none, just ghoth ☾ ☆ Not as “strong silent type” as one might imagine. He’s kind of a loudass, no? At least around the people he’s comfortable with. I think people resign him to that trope because he might not say as much as the rest of 141, but he’s definitely borderline yelling even in casual conversations. I blame the protective headphones. Plus dude’s from Manchester, tell me again he’s silent, go on! ☆ Autistic. Totally, entirely, Autistic. You see them stares? 👁️👁️ Headass. I see it in so many of his behaviors. Plus the military grade protective headphones would be a blessing to someone with sensory issues. Also the mask! He needs it to feel comfortable in my opinion. And I have a personal headcanon that his inspiration behind the skull mask wasn’t as scary as people make it out to be…simply put: Pokemon. Duskull. Tell me young Simon wasn’t trying to get comfortable away from home enlisting into the military and making a mask inspired by one of his special interests? ☆ Sleeps like he’s in prison. Very light sleeper, even when he’s home. The sound of the wind blowing outside a little too loudly can cause those heavy, tired eyes to open and check what time it is, for the eighth time in the night. I do believe if he’s with someone though, it becomes a little easier, more so with someone he trusts with his life. ☆ Nightmares. On the topic of sleep, Simon gets really bad nightmares. I think he has bouts where he doesn’t dream at all due to how little he’s actually sleeping and dozing in and out frequently, and other times it’s filled with flashes of the past whether from home or on the field. ☆ If Simon gets too many nightmares in one night, he’ll just decide to stay awake until the sun comes up or take over-watch to let someone else more capable of rest get some shuteye. ☆ Simon likes gaming and anime. Might own one or two figurines at home posted up in his nice gamer PC with red and black RGB lights. He and Roach like to keep up with the latest figurines in the stuff they like, even if they aren’t buying them. ☆ Speaking of gaming, dude’s nutty at FPS games. He’s got the whole sniper trope down in his own military career…but it’s the same exact way in games too. Can wipe a whole team clean and leave whoever is on his team screaming “LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO”. Hurts his ears. ☆ Simon and Johnny play games together sometimes, but Johnny is a bit of a knob when it comes to games. Think dudebro taste buds, Fortnite, FIFA, any games similar to CoD. Simon bears it though, mostly with Fortnite, the skins are worth it to him. Simon rags on him for playing on console. ☆ As untrustworthy Simon is, he prefers people to make his tea for him. I think something about it comforts him, probably reminds him of his mother. Whenever he’s home it’s some of the highlights of his time off when he gets to visit his brother and mum to have tea and catch up. ☆ I believe Simon makes his own masks, and his needlework isn’t anything to scoff at. To close off these headcanons I’ll share a wholesome thought I think to be true. Whenever 141 has a piece of equipment or clothing that they need to patch up, he’ll do it for them. Sometimes without them even knowing. He doesn’t need his friends complaining about the cold because of one tiny hole in their tactical hoodie. *Autistic staring at Soap*