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just-bendy · 6 days ago
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random-lil-illing · 10 months ago
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the man, the myth, the legend: henry stein!!!
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blue-cat-shitposts · 2 years ago
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An idea for a silly joke that arose when I saw someone point out how barren Henry's cell was in comparison to Sammy's: What if Henry as a former player character just can't be trusted with too many things in his posession
Audrey (pointing at Henry's cell): What is this supposed to be? You consider this an enclosure? There's no enrichment in this enclosure other than a measly sketchbook!
Keeper: Ma'am, every time this subject was given anything more than this, it has breached containment. We cannot even trust it with a bar of soap.
*Previously*
*Henry uses a bar of soap to glitch out of the prison*
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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 6 months ago
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Hey, uh… I haven’t mentioned this before but if you have kids or work with kids who constantly want their feet up on desks, tables, equipment, or even on you…
They aren’t trying to spite you on purpose; they probably just need their legs up to not feel bad. Maybe they need sensory input. Maybe they have constant low-level joint pain. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with them and they’ve just been sitting with their knees bent for a long time and need to stretch out.
So don’t get mad at them; give them an appropriate alternative to put their feet on. I’ll just silently drag over another chair and transfer their feet to it from whatever they were using as a footrest. It works great!
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talentedtrait · 4 months ago
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ai is ruining pinterest for me
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aplan-and-astorm · 2 years ago
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creatorship & sammy/grant double date chaos... (my main idea which i cant draw yet is: "HERE COMES GRANT COHEN WITH A STEEL CHAIR" and whacks the living daylights out of joey... heehe) (you already know who this is im just using anon for the funnies)
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Insert ugly sobbing here
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asksamuellawrence · 5 months ago
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*spins Sammy in a spinning chair*
"NAAHHH-" Lawrence held onto his chair tightly, trying not to fall oFf
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nikcaday · 9 months ago
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yurifying ur samdy this valentine’s evening 🍵
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b00mrz · 2 years ago
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Something about a bendy game
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halfusek · 2 years ago
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I'M SORRY BUT YOU MENTIONED REVIVALS
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sstvar · 2 years ago
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I ask politely what Bendy finds funny.
This is for research purposes /j
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”“Though the research aspect is uh…..slightly off putting….I suppose I’d have to say quick wit“
do what you will with this information :)
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chronicallye · 1 year ago
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I am so out of spoons right now but I physically can't go home.
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thatbendyfan · 4 months ago
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I CARE SO MUCH ACTUALLY YAAAAY
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I love this fucking gif so much. Violence and killing and destruction
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luveline · 29 days ago
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If you’re doing requests could you do KBD during Halloween?
uncle Eddie makes sure Steve has the perfect costume. mom!reader
Steve smiles at himself in the mirror. Wren, in his arms, smiles back. 
“We look handsome,” he says, lifting her so her face is level with his own. “I look handsome. You look beautiful.” 
“Hi,” she says. 
Steve turns down to her. “Hi, baby.” 
Avery climbs onto a chair and waves at the mirror. Her fairy princess dress is shiny blue. “Hello.” 
Beth climbs onto the chair after her, wrapping her arms around Avery’s shoulders. “Hi!” she says, force of her greeting sending her pirates hat careening to the floor. 
“Are you ready?” you call from upstairs. “Everyone still has their shoes on?” 
“Dove doesn’t,” Avery says. 
“Tattle!” Dove cries, a picture of fury in her kitty cat onesie, her glued-on whiskers twitching fiercely.
“Well, you don’t.” 
“My toes are warm,” Dove whines, thrusting herself at Steve’s legs. “Daddy, she’s telling on me.” 
“I know, and now you’re telling on her. You’re my little band of tattle-tales, I don’t love it.” Steve smooths along Wren’s face with his finger and takes in a breath big enough to fill his lungs. “Can you let Beth put your shoes back on?” 
“No.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
You fit Dove into her shoes and get the kids to the car. Four car seats is tough work but nothing you can’t handle, and you’re still in chipper spirits when you arrive at the Munson house. It’s decked out in cobwebs and great big spiders made of tinsel and bendy framing, carved pumpkins leading up the steps with fleshy teeth and candles unburned in their maws. Wren gives a comical gasp when she sees it all, a tad scared but quickly soothed when you pretend to be scared too. 
Beth races up the steps first to knock. 
The door opens a slither. 
“Who goes there?” a dark voice asks. 
“Uncle Eddie, it’s me!” Beth says quickly. Her excitement again sends her hat to the stone patio beneath her cons, but she doesn’t notice it, vying to squeeze through the door and see her favourite uncle. 
“I don’t know any Me’s. You’ll have to come back another day, I’m waiting for my very favourite troupe of little girls.” 
“It’s BETH!” Beth shrieks, “Come on!”
“Bethany?” Eddie pushes the door open, unsurprised when Beth throws herself full force into his legs. “Why, you look dastardly. How very scary of you! You have a parrot!” 
The fake parrot glued to Beth’s shoulder waggles. 
“His name is Sherbet.” 
“Wow.” Eddie gives her a hug, his eyes blowing wide over her shoulder. “Oh, wow! Ave, you’re a princess with wings! And Dove, meow.” He grins at Steve. “And your dad is what, Frankenstein’s monster? A zombie?”
“Dad doesn’t have a costume,” Beth says happily. 
“Are you sure?” 
Steve encourages Dove over the threshold, four wrapped plates of sandwiches and finger foods balanced in the other hand. “That’s not funny. What are you supposed to be, anyways?” 
“I’m a vampire, duh.” Eddie slips a pair of fake fangs into his teeth. “I vant to suck your blood!” 
“Ew, Uncle Eddie,” you say. 
“Don’t think you’ve escaped me, second favourite Harrington,” Eddie says, frowning as you slip around him. “You owe me a hug.” 
“Creep,” Steve says. 
“With pride.” Eddie takes the plates from his arms and somehow, the Harrington troupe makes it safely indoors, no further costume parts fallen nor lost. 
There are more people here than Steve expected, Eddie’s friends, their kids, even Eddie’s elusive boyfriend sits out in the open. 
“What are you supposed to be?” Dove asks him with a grin. 
He turns his head to show a painted bite mark on his neck. “Victim.” 
“He’s a dead guy,” Eddie tells her, helping her where she’s struggling to sit in one of the barstools. “Alright, babe, dad said last year we partied too hard, so here are the ground rules. No pixie sticks, no soda, and no climbing on the kitchen counters. If you follow these rules, I am being allowed to give you a Hershey bar the size of your dad’s massive head. Deal?” 
“How big?” Dove questions suspiciously. 
Eddie goes to the cabinet. Inside, there’s more candy bars than one person should ever have purchased in one go. He pulls out a huge one and holds it nexts to Steve’s head, laughing when Steve bats it away. “Huge.” 
“Dad, dad, can I go play with Milly and Joe?” Avery asks. 
Steve was hoping she would. “Sure, baby. Good manners, okay?” 
Avery whizzes off to find Gareth’s kids. Beth stays by Steve’s side and he forces himself to believe that it’s him she wants to be with, not Eddie. “You don’t wanna go play?” Steve asks her. 
“Not yet.” 
You appear again where you’d been missing with Robin in tow. Steve grins at the sight of her, though he’d spoken to her on the phone last night, and seen her the day before at home. “Buckley!” 
She’s wearing a black dress with a belt and her hair is teased into a short cloud. “You aren’t wearing your costume?” 
Steve moves Beth around unthinkingly. “Yeah, it still smelled like vomit. Wren had too much yoghurt. Rob, you really look like Madonna. Your makeup is–”
“It’s trippy, right?” Eddie asks. 
“Mora did it. It’s like, face sculpting.” 
“It’s weird.” 
“I like it,” you say, Wren on your hip giving an agreeable gurgle. “I like your real face more, but this is cool.”
“And where’s your costume?” Eddie asks. 
You frown down at your nice dress. “You can’t tell?” 
Eddie falls for the trip in your voice and attempts to backtrack, only realising that you’re kidding when Steve laughs. 
“The baby got sick on both of us,” you say, turning Wren so everyone in the kitchen can see her face. “But that’s okay. She’s so cute, she’s forgiven. Aren’t you, gorgeous? You didn’t mean to eat all that yoghurt, daddy just kept feeding you.” 
Steve holds his hands up in surrender. “I feed her every day, I know how much yoghurt she can handle.” 
“Clearly not,” you croon, shooting him a loving smile. “You did save us from those awful costumes, though.” 
“Oh, worry not,” Eddie says, “I figured something like this would happen, and I’ve prepared.” 
Awesome, Steve thinks, groaning as Eddie takes his wrist into his hand and begins to pull on him. Knowing Eddie, Steve’s end up dressed as a demon with giant horns, or a fairy. 
The reality is much, much worse. 
“Hey, look at that! It still fits!” Robin laughs. 
Steve looks down at his little sailor’s uniform and sighs. “Barely,” he says. 
“Say the slogan!” you demand. 
If it were anyone else, Steve would refuse, but you’re sitting at the breakfast bar with Wren tucked under your chin, so he takes a deep breath and straightens his white hat. “Ahoy ladies,” he sighs. “Would you like to… uh, set sail on this ocean of flavour with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m…” —his voice drags reluctantly— “I’m Steve Harrington.”
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yellowballoondogs · 1 month ago
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Giving the x-men disabilities so they can suffer like me
I just think it’s cool how much people can relate to the x-men in marginalized groups no matter the group. Just like how they’re all gay, POC, religious minorities, etc.
Cyclops- Scott Summers
C’mon this is the most autistic man to ever autism
He’s got model plane sets and shit around his otherwise empty and perfectly cleaned room with the sheet corners tucked in and everything
He stopped stimming because of O’Diamonds and Sinisters abuse but started again when he got more comfortable with the o5 team. He definitely does flappy hands
He probably hyper fixated on an obscure engineering subject
photophobia- light sensitivity
Idk if it’s cannon or not but it would make sense with his brain damage and all (plus I have it and I’m projecting) it’s also an autism symptom so double whammy- his glasses will help
Migrainous stroke- basically stroke with migraines. It ties into brain damage and photophobia with migraines which would make so much sense. Frequent strokes too? Fuck yeah let’s highlight how his childhood trauma and overwhelming power effect him- how mutant powers aren’t always good.
He should have really shitty vision- canonically colorblind- wears glasses all the time so low light, his eyes basically fucking glow. This man cannot see for shit
“cut the red wire cyclops!” “They’re all red!”
Storm- Ororo Monroe
She’s canonically claustrophobic but it’s really only used as a once in awhile plot device
I think it should tie into anxiety a lot more
Ororo is the kind of person who uses a planner to manage every aspect of her day so she’s never caught of guard
She’s got only one timer set up to take her meds instead of 10 like the rest of us (she’s simply better)
She would have actual panic attacks that don’t end the second she’s out of a confined space. Full run-
For her a panic attack would cause a lot of derealization. She doesn’t feel like she’s in her body, she feels out of control, like she can’t breathe, dizzy, both hot and cold at the same time.
Nightcrawler-Kurt Wagner
syndactyly- fusion of fingers or toes. This is basically cannon. He’s got 2 big fingers and toes so like no explanation really needed. He’s got it even if it’s for different reasons.
This greatly effects his ability to do certain things- our boy can’t use a controller can he? How’s he meant to play Mario cart with the rest of the team ):
Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome- bendy bones and stretchy skin that causes lots of joint pain
He canonical has bendy bones so like this is also half canon. Plus I’m giving my blorbo chronic pain to project.
Pretty sure there’s a Spider-Man with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome too so that’s very slay.
Rouge- Anne-Marie
Hear me out- HPV It’s the whole- “I can’t touch anyone” thing
She was born with it
It causes a lot of pain for her but she hides it around people she’s not comfortable with (so really just unmasking in front of remy and her family)
Also stds just need to be a lot more normalized. And her having to be so weird about people with it fits so much with the whole “ew mutants” thing
Xavier
Yeah yeah he’s a paraplegic
They should be better about it though. No more of this curing him so often he’s like the one famous character wheelchair bound people get
Stop making him so weak, he runs a school to learn how to kick ass, man can probably box, who needs legs. They always just make him useless once someone kicks over his chair or something
Chronic migraines again
Listen hearing all those thoughts all the time can’t be all sunshine’s and rainbows. Make him suffer (this goes for all telepaths)
Gambit- Remy Lebeau
He canonically has brain damage (via lebeatomy) (haha get it)
He’s getting hit with migraines too. Making all these losers suffer
He probably also has very bad vision because of his eyes- probably not very good with light just like cyclops (likely worse)
I’m going to give him the worlds worst period cramps via dysmenorrhea. Yeah he’s trans to me I’m a romy t4t Reuther
Rapid fire listings let’s go!
Jubilee canonically has Dyscalculia- like dyslexia for numbers
Wolverine canonically has memory issues and ptsd
Magneto canonically has ptsd
Legion canonically has multiple personality disorder or DID- dissociative identity disorder. It’s not always portrayed the best but rep is rep
Angel canonically has hollow bones- I’m gonna gc him with osteoporosis
Headcanoning Madelyn Pryor with post partum depression
Scarlet witch gets head cannoned half of all the mental disorders- depression, psychosis, ptsd, and anything you wanna give her. Girl needs a staff of therapists, psychologists, and a cocktail of pills
Quicksilver gets headcannoned with ADHD. Boring I know but I’ve got it and it fits him so projection time
Let marrow have ptsd. Girl witnessed a genocide of her people and her moms death as a child. Why do they skim over that? Girl is suffering
Pyro canonically had the legacy virus which was like a big euphemism for AIDs so he gets that. Plus he also gets hit with the autism beam
Toad is autistic. No further questions
Jean grey gets the psychic migraines but I’m also giving her autism cause her relationship with Scott is nowhere near neurotypical. The biggest disability marvel gave her was liking wolverine though. He canonically smells like shit and is an asshole. I love him.
Kitty pryde gets type 1 diabetes- I cannot explain why it fits her it just does
Cable gets lupus cause he canonically had a fantasy space tech autoimmune disease so let’s just make it more realistic
Daken gets lactose intolerance (he’s fine because he doesn’t really actually eat dairy)
Iceman gets lactose intolerance (he’s not fine because he loves all things dairy)
Dust gets celiac disease
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ghuleh-recs · 9 months ago
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The door slams open, and Swiss whoops as he steps into the dressing room, sitting down in the chair next to Aeon's. "You did great, stickbug!" he nearly shouts, and Aeon flinches back. If they weren't clinging tightly to their glamour, their ears would pin flat back to their head, tail thrashing behind them. They ignore him, focusing on getting their makeup off. The paint around their eyes is stubborn, and the skin there is delicate. Aeon squeaks as Swiss claps a hand between their shoulderblades.
"Stickbug?" they sputter, too stunned to elaborate.
Swiss laughs, the sound ringing in their already buzzing ears. "You're right in front of my platform most of the night," he crows. He doesn't move his hand from their back. It burns. "I was watching you, and you're all limbs, bendy, showing off how flexible you are. You look like a little stickbug when you're all perched up on the monitors."
Aeon swallows, offers Swiss a smile that they know comes off more as a grimace. They throw away the used makeup wipes, grab their duffle bag, and slip out of the dressing room. They're the first one on the bus, and they immediately retreat back to their bunk.
A little post-ritual Aeon sketch directly inspired by @coffeeghoulie’s wonderful Eternal Heatstroke! Actually I must insist that you go read it right now.
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