#bp toast

[blanktrouser]

Bloomic LI’s as silly reaction images

[mara-phelion]

nakedtoaster reacts to the tortured poets department and they take the opportunity to promote the love of their life

[celestialdandy]

guess what? i did another one of these <3

probably spent too much time on drawing these but oh well... really proud of how this one turned out!!!!

template by @reversiblekiss

[anonymous-eggy]

Another free... Toasty baby has a domesticated version. go you little nerd i love you. do good things.

[doodlenoodleboi]

hi hi hi!!! im a sucker for nakedtoaster, and if you dont mind, could you write some headcanons about toasty with a trans fem reader/MC? I think he of all BP love interests would be understanding because they themselves are also trans. thank you so much!! :3 -🦋

︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ TOASTY!! ♡︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

Authors note: If I understand you right, I think you naked, toaster as a trans as well. I don’t see him like that, but if I was a head of yours I will accept it and go by it for these head cannons. By the way i’m a gender fluid, pansexual, I like getting request like these, even if I don’t truly understand them sometimes. Because me myself am already confused with my gender identity.

Naked Toaster with a trans woman as his significant other!

◦ You being a trans woman does not change the way he loves you. It only changes the way he helps you, he can help you with.

◦ If you haven’t transitioned surgically, of course, he’ll remind you to take your supplements if you have them.

◦ If toast was trans he would appreciate reminders to takeoff his binder if he had worn it for too long if he hasn’t had surgery.

◦ Toast being friends with xyx is rather chaotic and funny, given the fact if you were to ever get any Internet hate best believe xyx is coming to troll them. While Toast might just relay their IP address.

◦ If you’re not the confrontational type when it comes to your pronouns, Toast to make sure to correct people in every in every setting.

◦ I don’t know if this projecting, but I feel that if toast would go off of presenting and doesn’t want to miss gender a person they usually go with they/them.

◦ MATCHING CAT EARS you can’t tell me if you’re a person that likes inherently feminine things, that he won’t put cat ears on you maybe just for a picture he would practically beg for you to do so.

◦ Toast canonically presents is non-binary and oddly enough likes things like pink even if he uses pronouns He/ They. He will most likely warm up to your pronouns in no time.

◦ Once again for the people in the back he make sure everybody respects your pronouns!

◦ Toast appreciates when you helphelped dye his roots, him being a natural blonde does help the appearance of his roots to the strawberry blonde but after a while, it looks weird so he needs to dye it.

◦ He might hate it at first, just give him a minute he needs to color to fade.

◦ Before you guys get off discord and you do tell him that you are a trans he reacts rather calmly, or doesn’t know what to say to that. (Yooo me too! Jk) nonetheless he loves you unconditionally.

◦ As a CEO and everything goes smoothly, he would offer to pay for your surgery if you’d want one. Because truly he fell in love with your soul, not your body.

The end!

That last one was fucking sad but like in a good way like I want someone to love me like that!

Sorry that was kind of short <3

This is how I see Toast if you care… I couldn’t find the credits for the artist on Pinterest so this is not mine! Tell me if you can find the artist.

[boiling-potato]

IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!!!

I wasn't expecting this at all?????? You're art style looks incredible!! and my oc looks so great on it!! I love the expression and the way I looked on it, IT'S INCREDIBLE!!!! thank you, thank you, thank youuu so much!!! I'll forever cherish this!!!! (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)🙏❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️✨✨✨

I drew 3 of my followers secretly! Mwahahaha!! >:)

[keoni-chan]

I saw someone wcif @moocha-muses for this clock by Tinkle, and I got all excited, because this would be perfect for a grilled cheese restaurant!

And then I got all disappointed because the thing did not tell time. So I fixed it :D

This is Tinkle's Toast Clock, originally posted at BPS, edited to actually work as a clock. I reused Tinkle's GUID, so please throw theirs out, if you want to use mine :)

Found Electronics>Small Electronics for 230, works with the quartertile cheat, polycount is 561, texture size 512x512. Freetime EP is required.

📥 Download [sfs]

[robobarbie]

robo idk if this has been asked yet but who is everyone in BP is everyone closest with

(i am on a raging BP + AAI brainrot rn i need all the juice i can get 😭😭😭)

I think I've answered this before, but I'll answer again bc I'm sure my answers have changed.

Toast: xyx

Xyx: toast

Quest: two2/nightowl

Nightowl: quest/onion (in denial)

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Onion: nightowl (in denial)

June: biglady

Biglady: june/two2

Two2: biglady

salocin: "everyone!"

societyboy: you

[moocha-muses]

Hi, moocha! Would you be able to tell me wcif the grilled cheese clock in post/747511359925796864? I can't seem to track it down anywhere.

Anon, I would have been astonished if you had! It's one of Tinkle's old BPS meshes, but I found it for you in the archives! It's the toast clock in this set.

UPDATE: Look, look, look! Keoni made a functional version!

[nurgletwh]

Update part two (this is the rest of it, there isn’t any more… at the moment O.o).

February 2024

It took all of two days for my BP to return to my ‘normal’ (the value I expected and where it’s been for a few years now).

It took over a week for me to feel mostly better, and two to approach feeling normal.

Chug away through the rest of the month, but I’m not energetic at all.

March 2024

Nothing super-exciting, although I slowly but surely feel more and more drained—almost exactly the way I felt when I went in because my blood sugar was high. Which was very confusing, because it was great.

Late March-April 2024

I felt awful again. I could barely get the energy up to do anything, and I was back to sleeping all the time. 14-16 hours per day on the weekend, falling asleep in my chair when I got home from work, waking up enough to crawl into bed and go right back to sleep for the night. Which also adds up to 14-16 hours per day.

Warning: diet talk

———

Remember how I started Ozempic? It does weird things to how I perceive hunger. Add that to how well I remember to eat and…

At some point I realized that in the last three days the only things I’d eaten each day were a couple of pieces of toast w/peanut butter for breakfast, nibbled on jerky for lunch, and maybe ate some more toast for dinner.

Thinking back further, I couldn’t figure out a recent time frame where I had done better than that. I had weighed myself in early February, and remembered wondering if dropping 25lbs. (11.3kg) in eight weeks was a good idea.

Shit.

(FYI: no*, it isn’t.)

So I got my exhausted ass out of the house and grabbed a case of Ensure, multivitamins, and other snacky crap I knew I’d eat. My goal was to get things back together enough to get the energy to start fixing my diet, nothing more. I knew aiming higher wouldn’t work until after I could do something besides work and nap.

(*Experts recommend an initial weight-loss goal of 5% to 10% of your starting weight within 6 months. For me, it should have taken nearly seven months to hit that 10%. Granted, these rates are for ‘unassisted’ dieting.)

———

It took all of three days for me to feel significantly better. Not great, but better. I still didn’t have much energy, but my sleeping patterns altered drastically. I was still napping after work, but I would wake up two hours later and accomplish something before going to bed. I didn’t accomplish much, but it was more than sleeping and more sleeping.

Things slowly got better, but again, getting to “ok” was faster than getting back to “normal.”

I know I dropped off the face of the earth, but it felt like every time I announced that things went wonky but I was feeling better now and put out a few chapters, things would blow up again. I wanted to make sure things were better this time.

Which was a poor choice; I should at least have posted something that said I was fucked up but working on it. I apologize for that lack of communication, although things did blow up again…

April 26, 2024

TORNADO.

A FUCKING TORNADO WENT RIGHT THROUGH OUR WORKSITE.

FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!!!

I know I posted about it. It wasn’t very strong (HA!) by the time it came over the hill and destroyed the house at the top of it, merely (MERELY!!) tossing over a few rail cars and flipping a few semi-trailers.

We got lucky. This very same tornado absolutely wrecked Elkhorn (west of Omaha, NE).

I’ve stated I live and work in the Omaha area, so I’m not too worried about posting this, but here is an overlay of that tornado’s path on top of Apple Maps with my little blue dot while sitting at my desk.

May 2024

Most of May went fairly smoothly. I even got a little writing done!

Unfortunately, I had fallen so far behind on projects at work during all of the above that I was now trying to get caught up. Said project was over four months late at this point. I was working a bit late (not crazy-late, but about an extra hour most days) while still drained, so I didn’t have a whole lot of extra mental energy for writing.

I was, however, finally back to plotting and planning! Yay! Progress!

Until… (is anyone shocked at this point?)

The Friday before Memorial Day I felt a bit drained.

I woke up Saturday with a headache, feeling achy and sore. It didn’t get better, so I took my temperature around noon. 100.1ºF.

Wonderful.

I took a Covid test (that’s my default action to feeling crappy now), but it came back negative. Note that I wasn’t coughing, and I didn’t feel particularly short of breath or anything.

Nothing improved over Sunday, but it didn’t change much, either.

Same for Monday (Memorial Day). But this now made three days with a fever (also three consecutive negative Covid tests).

I agreed to @grumpyoldsnake’s and their friend’s demands to get my ass to a doctor the next day if I still had the fever, although I really wasn’t feeling too bad other than achy. Note: still no coughing (I promise this is important).

I woke up in the middle of the night when I heard something that sounded like a goddamn goose in my bedroom.

Have you ever woken yourself up by making some weird-ass noise that you then can’t duplicate? Even though you know you made it?

I was able to duplicate it. Without much issue. It fell under “well, that’s odd,” and I went back to sleep.

A bit later I woke up to a different weird noise, but I was sidetracked by what I heard and felt after I coughed a few times. My chest was making a sound like a freshly opened pop can. When my mouth was open, it was even worse. I could feel it bubbling away (it didn’t hurt).

Fuck.

Guess what?

PNEMONIA!!

Fuck my life.

Prior to Friday, I hadn’t been sick. They tested me for the flu; that was negative.

Pneumonia is almost always a secondary infection, not primary. You have a cold, or Covid, or bronchitis, and it turns into pneumonia when bacteria settle into your irritated bronchi.

Me, on the other hand…

I never really coughed all that much. Reviewing the blood oxygen data from my Apple Watch, I could peg when the infection started really kicking in, although it looks like something started about a week prior to that (when I did a round-trip plane trip, spending five or six hours on a plane and in an airport two days in a row…).

It took a week to get to a place where my breathing to start feeling easier, nearly two before the oxygen levels started crawling back up.

I did start coughing.

And coughing up… liquid. It was the weirdest sensation. I’d cough, and end up with a mouthful of what felt like slightly thick water. It didn’t really taste, and was nearly colorless.

I coughed that shit up for nearly three days.

I never coughed up the stuff that had any sort of color, although it did get thicker and more ‘traditional’ for stuff you cough up when you get sick. Which puts to lie that you can tell you have a chest infection by the color of the crud you cough up. :-/

It took another nearly two weeks after finishing the ten days of antibiotics to feel like my breathing was normal. The first day back to work was one hell of a reality check, though. I hadn’t been moving around much, and I knew I was short of breath, but I made it all of fifty feet from my car, then about ⅓ of the way up the stairs to my office before I had to stop. I couldn’t catch my breath and was dizzy.

That was the first time I thought, “that could have killed me.”

Not walking up the stairs, but what led to me standing on the stairs, gasping like a landed fish.

It was emphatically hammered home when I made a joking comment to a coworker that it thankfully wasn’t that bad.

Her response?

“Oh, no. Your x-ray was bad.”

>.<

I’ve been getting better. My nutrition went sideways again due to being utterly distracted, but I think that is fairly understandable. :-P

I refuse to say “I’m doing fine now!!”

Fate doesn’t need the temptation.

I hope to get back to writing. I hope even more that I can tackle the monster my inbox has become (both at AO3 and my personal email, which has been just as neglected).

Take care, everyone. Stay healthy.

[queersrus]

OH MY GOD??? hi 🐦 silly !!!!

then could i please get names , pronouns ( 1st & 3rd ) and titles based off of the following drawings? you can pick & choose which ones you wanna do so please don't feel forced to do anythin'!

https://i.postimg.cc/1tnb0XFP/20240622-111341.jpg ( ac: @/chudokucha — primarily the left character but based off both of their vibes is good too :3 )

https://i.postimg.cc/zXS6F9yL/20240625-124743.jpg ( ac: @/bomal1215 — both characters )

https://i.postimg.cc/T3tsZgqf/20240625-124835.jpg ( ac: @/bomal1215 )

— @rwuffles

you got it ! so sorry this took a while!

image one:

names:

alabun, alabaster, alabastrine, arctic bunny/bunnie, blanc, blanch/blanche, blair/blaire, bianca, bianco, bronwen

cotton, cinnamon, cinnabun, cinnabon, cocoa, cloud, cream, choco, caramel, chili/chile/chilie ember

floppin, fluff ginger hazel ivory

kit lop, loppin nutmeg

pearl, pearly, pepper satin, silk, snow, snowy/snowie, sweetie, sorrel tawny, toast whit

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/bune/bunny/bunine/bunnyself ci/coze/cozy/cozine/cozyself si/softe/softy/softine/softself sni/snuge/snuggly/snugline/snugglyself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bun/bunny, bun/buns, bunny/bunnys, bun/ny co/cozy, cozy/cozies, co/zy so/ft, so/soft, soft/softs, soft/softly, soft/softys, snu/snuggle, snug/gle, snug/snuggle, snuggle/snuggles, snuggle/snuggly

titles:

the soft one(s), the gentlest, the white rabbit, the cuddly, the cozy, the snuggly, the soft darling

*one who is soft, one who is cozy, one who is gentle, one who is loved, one who gives the warmest hugs

image two:

names:

afix, afixture, aid, arter, arterie/artery box, blu/blue/bleu, bp, bpm cotton(candy), candy/candi/candie, coated, cross doc, docta, doctor

jelly/jellie, jellybean lil, lillie/lilly medi, medic, medica

nurse objecti, organa

pulse, pill red skele, skeleta vibrant, vein

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

di/docte/docty/doctine/doctorself mi/mede/medy/medine/medself mi/me/medicy/medicine/medicinself(medicalself) ni/nure/nursy/nursine/nurseself

3rd p prns: they/them/their/themself

blue/cross do/doc, doc/tor, do/doctor, doc/doctor, doctor/doctors med/meds, med/medical, med/medicine, med/ical, med/icine, medical/procedure, medic/aid, med/medic, medic/medics nu/rse, nur/se, nu/nurse, nurse/nurses red/cross

titles:

the doctor, the nurse, the medical supplier, the medicare, the medical team, the medical objectsonas, the monitors, the living medkit, the living med equipment

*one who supplies medicaid/medicare, one who posseses medical supplies, one who consists of medical kits, one who is made from medical equipment

image three:

names:

amber, aero, aera, aqua citrus, cat, catty, clementine, cara, cyba, cyber, citrine digi exe, exie

fruit, fruti/fruiti/fruity, file jellybean, jaffa, jpeg kiti/kitti/kitty

mandarin, mouse, mew orange pond, pute, puta

splash, summer, sommer, surf teal, tangerine, tiger, tangelo, tide, tropic, tropica web, wave, wade, wire

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

aei/aere/aery/aerine/aeroself ci/cate/caty/catine/catself ci/citre/citry/citrine/citrusself fri/frute/fruty/frutigerine/frutigerself oi/ore/orangy/orangine/orangeself

3nd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

aer/aero, aero/aeros ci/citrus, citrus/fruit frut/frutiger, frutiger/frutigers, frutiger/aero ora/orange, orange/oranges tropic/tropical web/core

titles:

the frutiger aero cat, the webcore cat, the orange tide, the orange loving cat, the refreshed page

*one who loves citrus fruit, one who adores frutiger aero, one made of orange slices and wires

*one can be replaced with any prns

[blanktrouser]

Nakedtoaster in dresses/skirts: a collection

[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

heyo!! can i ask for a little angst for the bp LIs 😌 scenario isss: mc has a very dangerous job (like a spy or smth) but doesn't say anything abt it. one day, they're sent on a mission that goes bad and they're heavily injured to the point where they go into a short coma. when they wake up, they have to tell their lover the truth. how do the LIs react??

ty!! stay hydrated bestie <33

warnings: guns, injuries/broken limbs, blood violence, hostipals/doctor's office notes: idk why this took me so long, i was STRUGGLING but i do like how it turned out. i only did owl and toast, might write quest and xyx's parts later. sorry about that and the wait, and ty for requesting this amazing prompt and being so patient @gabinggabi have a lovely day hope you enjoy <3

despite it all

a single lightbulb flickered inside a concrete basement. the only sounds present were the near-silent noise of your breathing and steps across the floor. sweat dripped down your forehead as you held your pistol close to your chest. the air was so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

your goal was to free a hostage from their holder. the building was surrounded, however you were the only one inside the building. it was truly a solo mission, and a stealth one at that. you would be alright, you thought. you were a professional after all.

keys began to turn in the door. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, diving behind whatever large object you could find.

unfortunately for you, this particular room had a corner mirror. before you knew it you were pinned to the wall by a surprisingly tough, scrawny man, no older than 30.

he kicked you in the chest, before taking your gun from you. he used it to strike you in the face before aiming it at you, backing you into the wall.

your ribs ached and your body was bruised, cheek already turning red and nose bleeding.

you wracked your brain for something, anything you could do to gain the upper hand. anything to get away, preferably with the hostage. they were the priority here, as soon as they escaped your team could rush into the house and apprehend the criminal.

unfortunately, things were not going so well.

you doubled over as the kidnapper shoved his knee into your stomach, before elbowing you directly on the back of your head.

black patches were beginning to cloud the sides of your vision. your ears were ringing. you fell onto your knees, desperately gripping into the criminals leg in an attempt to do some sort of damage.

your efforts were fruitless however. the criminal proceeded to press his foot down on your arm. you could feel it crack. he pulled back, before kicking you in the side, wringing a pained groan from you. you could taste blood and your head screamed at you.

almost mercifully, he put you out of your misery, whacking you in the head with the pistol once again, finally knocking you out.

black consumed your vision, both a pain and a relief as footsteps faded away, followed by the slamming of a door.

you woke with a start, looking this way and that. panic set in. what happened? did you end up catching the criminal? was the hostage okay? where were you?

it smelled of hand sanitizer and disinfectant. the overhead lights were bright enough to cause a headache. everything in your field of vision was a stark white. you were in a hospital.

on second thought, everything was white, except for your partner on the chair next to your bed.

— nakedtoaster

you blinked as it set in. something went wrong. you were in the hospital, your arm broken, your head aching, and bruises all over. and toasty was there.

you had no idea how long you had been out. god, you hoped it hadn't been that much time. but no matter how long it had been, your boyfriend was there, still; and if their state told you anything, it was that they hadn't left your side since you were checked in.

despite all the circumstances, a smile found it's way to your face.

"dear?" you spoke. or, more correctly, tried to speak. your voice sounded croaky and quiet, like it had been through a grater.

he jolted awake, foggy eyes darting around the room before landing on you.

eyes suddenly clear as day, their mouth hung open.

"Y/N?!" they shouted.

he immediately dove for your hand, holding it in his own and checking your pulse with the other, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"oh, fuck! i should call a nurse," they laughed; a delighted, shocked, lovely laugh.

"toast, i—"

BANG! a nurse comes into the room, drowning out anything you were going to tell them.

after hours of tests and waiting and resting you finally got a moment alone with your partner.

it felt like it had been forever. actually, you had been told it was only a few days that you were out. but hell if that had a baring on how you felt.

speaking of how you felt... well. there was a lot on your mind, to say the least.

you had just woken up from a short coma after a failed rescue mission, all types of injured and wounded. there was no logical way that you could have rescued the victim. your medical bills would be through the roof. but most of all, you didn't know how to even begin to explain this to toasty.

as they say, there's no time like the present. because in the present, he was asking you what's on your mind.

"honey? you alright?" they gently asked again after you failed to respond the first time.

"ah, um. well," you started, throat feeling much better than before.

"i haven't been... entirely honest about my career." you admitted shamefully, refusing to meet their eyes. this wasn't how you wanted them to find out.

he raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to continue.

"i am — was? — a... vigilante of sorts. it was organized, not just some hobby. i was paid, full time obviously." you took a breath in. you were avoiding what you clearly needed to talk about. you exhaled.

"that's why i wound up here. usually i never get injured like this! this was the first time that a hospital was necessary," you realized every word that left your mouth sounded worse and worse.

"i swear i just, i got careless and—" your breath hitched when you look up to your lover's face.

their eyes were filled to the brim with tears, a few spilling down their cheeks as they inched closer and closer to you, so clearly wanting to embrace you but struggling to do it in a way that wouldn't hurt you.

the sight was enough to break your heart.

you couldn't resist stepping in, leaning your head on his shoulder as you felt sobs begin to wrack their body. you wrapped your free arm around them, holding them as tight as you could.

they went to place their hand in several different spots before resting on the back of your head, pulling you closer. they pressed their lips to the crown of your head in a sweet kiss.

you stood like that, holding each other for a long while before having a seat on the bed.

"i should start from the beginning of the mission that caused, you know," you gestured to yourself, "this."

you began to painfully explain what happened to you, each memory like pulling teeth for the both of you.

once you finished your recollection (after going on several tangents), you braced yourself for the worst. you knew he would never yell or fight, but somehow silence seemed worse. you couldn't help but fret.

"i love you, and i was so so so scared. god, i am so glad you're okay." they breathed, each word dripping with emotion.

"...well, as okay as you can be." he added with an entertained glint in his eye and a huff. it was very like him.

all your worry was for naught.

sure, you would need to talk more about this. it would take time. but it was okay. you were okay.

time had passed, you broke down, but nothing had changed.

you still had each other.

— nightowl

your boyfriend was bouncing his leg anxiously, face resting on his hand as he stares off into space. it was clear he hadn't slept well, if at all, for who knows how long.

something had went horribly wrong, and he was fretting over what he didn't know. things you might not even know. you had to do something. you went to reach your hand out towards him, before realizing you had an IV drip.

"babe?" you managed to call before breaking into a coughing fit. it was as if your throat had dried like paint on a wall.

owl watched, eyes open just as wide as his mouth. not word left him, only a long stretch of uncanny silence.

nurses rushed in, but his silence was the loudest thing in the room.

test after test followed check up after check up before you finally could rest.

rest, and finally see your boyfriend.

thin white sheets lay over your body, arm in a cast and bandages wrapped around several separate injuries.

after the quiet of your waking, you could not be sure how he would react. you knew he loved you no matter what, but you couldn't help but imagine the worst. your mind raced, spiraling and spiraling, until—

the door opened with a click, and just like that nightowl was on top of you, squeezing you so tight you could feel all of your injuries and bruises resurfacing.

"Y/N!" he wailed, hot tears seeping into your robe.

"i, i was so worried," he let out between sobs.

you pat his back as well as you could before groaning out a small "my ribs..."

he immediately jumped back, cupping your face and turning it this way and that to make sure no bruises were there before pressing an overeager kiss to your lips. your teeth clashed together, before breaking apart into laughter.

"you're okay," he gasped.

"i'm so relieved." he teared up again, taking your (not broken) hand in his.

you brought it to your lips, giving the back of his hand a gentle kiss. his mushy smile grew, before immediately forming a frown.

"and i'm so mad at you! why didn't you tell me something was wrong? that you were in danger?" he half-pleaded, half lectured, voice a perfect combination of sternness and desperation.

now your eyes were teary, squeezing his hand.

"i..." you started, struggling to find the words.

owl gave an encouraging hand squeeze back.

you began an explanation, starting with your real job and going through how you got injured. owl nodded along, intertwining your fingers part way through.

by the end he was crying again.

"why... why didn't you tell me?" he asked. he sounded more tired and understanding than anything else.

"i didn't want you to worry." you mumbled, realizing how silly you sounded. and boy, did he make sure you knew it as he lectured you.

you pulled him down to the bed, a grin on your face. he was still himself. you kissed his cheek, giggling as he stopped talking and turned pink.

"i love you. thank you for worrying about me and... for being here." you smiled, stroking his hand with your thumb.

"of course i was here!" he exclaimed, as if you just thanked him for breathing.

"i love you more." he said, finally relaxing into your touch.

[thebearme]

MY EENE HEADCANONS

just going to warn you that this is long

EDgar Joseph

6'9 ft

Demi-Romantic

Caucasian

Pisces 23 Y/o 3/2/1985

Film college major (Jobs: Indie horror film maker, Animal caretaker)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Butter toast & Gravy (duh)

VIBE:

Alien Boy - Oliver Tree

Eight Wonder - Lemon Demon

Turn the lights off - TallyHall

- Arts & craft master

- Has a fursona

- Learned what a shower is

- He's still is a lil gross

- Ed changed his name to Ed so he can match with Eddy when he was 6

- Ed real name is: Bob Horace Joseph

- Lemon demon fan

- The one ed to be dating a Kankers (May)

- The oldest ed (he got left-back a year)

- Has yellow teeth becuz he didn't brush his teeth when he was younger

- Has a pet chicken from Rolf but it's at the barn, can't stay at the dorms :(

- Takes care of Rolf's animals ever so often, he loves when he can help

- Thinks of Dee like a mom figure

- Is on better ground with Sarah after BPS and once she realizes how awful their mom was to Ed

- Ed's the only person with yellow skin that because of all the gravy grease he eats

- Drop the violin to play all types of weird instruments instead

- LOVES crytids, FNAF lore and SCP

- Likes going to haunted places for fun

- Ed's drawings are now ten times more disturbing

- Draws on mspaint

- MUST. HAVE. OVERSIZED. SLEEVES!

- Ed is a food stealer

- Ed and Edd bond with the unexplainable wonders of the world (Deep sea creatures)

- Instead of getting a chewy necklace he just buys chew toys for dogs, they're cheaper and cooler

- Uses weird emojis: 🧟‍♂️🦷🧠🪳🌚

- ASD & ADHD

Disability:

* Has a fractured skull

* Brain hurts fr when he thinks hard

* Frequently lost of balance = needs a cane

EDDward (Double dee) Johnson

6'3 ft

Trans-Masc & Bi

(Afro-Vietnamese)

Aquarius 22 Y/o 2/10/1986

Psychology major / Science engineering minor (Jobs: none, scholarships & grants are paying the tuition)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Tuna fish gumbo

VIBE:

The machine - Lemon Demon

American healthcare - Penelope Scott

I threw out love of my dreams - Weezer

Pretty rave girl

- It was hard for Dee to not pick every major

- Double dee got overwhelmed with the college choices he had so he just followed the eds in to Peach Creek's community college

- The OCD got worse when he got older so the eds made a compromise to help clean the dorm often

- Santa believer

- Has a Costco supply of everything

- He likes scene but doesn't tell the eds

- Can't flirt for his life

- Dee Prays everyday that God will forgive the eds sins

- insomniac

- Double dee is trying to find a Scientific explanation for why their tongues are still dyed by the jawbreakers for years now

- Double dee has to braid his hair back before going to bed or else it would be wild in the morning

- Dee is comfortable in his body, doesn't need a bind all the time

- If you don't let Dee to say big words he'll start speaking like a bimbo unironically

- The Light-skin

- Is a ferret

- He got therapy for the 'dodgeball incident'

- Still wears his hat always, even when the eds already know about the scar

- Still passionate about learning but is slowly being a burnt out gifted student

- Even though Eddy tends to distract Dee from studying, if Eddy left college Double dee would have dropped out with him. A least for a gap year(s)

- Dee is a hugger

- Double dee found out that there's a Chemical compound with in shrooms that lessen the psychological symptoms of OCD...

- Dee has shrooms

- Dee is not afraid to be the bitchy friend to make sure the eds don't get themselves into jail

- Willing to kill for Eddy

- A certified forklift driver

- Mothers Ed

- Writes large paragraphs in text and the small amount of emoticons he uses are: =] >:-( :-D

- ASD

Disability:

* Asthma

* Diabetic (genetic, from both parents) Wears a insulin pump

Edwin (EDDY) McGee

5'3 ft

Pans

Puerto Rican (1/2 mother's side)

Italian American (1/2 father's side)

Aries 21 Y/o 3/24/1987

Undeclared major

(Jobs: whatever job he has that week)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Crafts mac n cheese

VIBE:

Soft Fuzzy Man - Lemon Demon

What's New Pussycat - Tom Jones

Lyin' Awake - Steam Powered Giraffe

Cuphead Rap - JT Music

- Eddy frankly doesn't know how he graduated high school

- Eddy loves old stuff (music, clothes, technology)

- Eddy likes underrated/unappreciated historical figures

- He can still be erratic sometimes and still haves trust issues

- Eddy does his nails

- Once he stopped wearing his brother's clothes he started finding his own style

- He is a FASHION KING, never seen in the same clothes often

- Drag queen

- Still doesn't understand personal space or the difference from complements and flirting

- Still a big sap

- Constantly sleeps in Dee bedroom instead of his own

- Insecure with his curly hair so he gel's it most of the time

- HE'S A BINGUS CAT

- Weed smoker

- Once had the eds do a breaking bad

- Surprisingly nice legs

- Insomniac

- Eddy tends to have depressive episodes

- Occasionally goes to therapy, but keeps making light of his issues or dodging them completely

- Writes his name on his food so Ed won't steal it (It doesn't work)

- Was a Premature baby

- Eddy is actually really smart and can make things, he just doesn't have the foresight or the motivation

- Eddy has a pet mouse

- He's flexible and can do acrobatics

- Eddy is still a little narcissistic

- ADHD

Disability:

* Has a stiff right wrist (has a wrist brace that he doesn't wear, prefers to just use he's left hand)

[impala-dreamer]

💖💖

morning :) I just watched 2 videos on why mrbeast is evil... taught the boys how to make french toast.... and rescued a frog from my music room releasing him back into the rainy morning (he looked like he wanted to stay but I don't think frogs eat french toast so he's out)

also i still feel like im dying and these steriods are making things worse I'm all swollen and red and can't breathe but my bp is back to normal after 4 days so I guess that's good...

how are you? lol

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

After the Coronation, Sparry spent 30 minutes at the BP Royal residence: for "logistical purposes"

If this is true, why didn't the environmentalist carpool with any of his cousins?

The Duke of Sussex slipped in and out of Buckingham Palace after the Coronation without seeing the Royal Family during his visit to Britain, it was claimed.

Prince Harry spent about half an hour at the Palace after the Westminster Abbey service before travelling to Heathrow Airport to return to the United States on Saturday.

He went to the Palace for 'logistical reasons' to take a moment out of the public eye after the two-hour ceremony and didn't speak to any family members, according to the Telegraph.

It is understood Prince Harry wore what he was asked to wear, which was a dark morning suit and tie, his Afghanistan and Jubilee medals pinned to his suit jacket, and a Royal Victorian Order star and neck decoration.

During the Royal Family's lunch, King Charles III raised a glass to his three grandchildren Prince George – who also served as a Page of Honour – Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis, who were among the stars of the show and carried out their public appearances with aplomb.

But he made a point of also toasting 'those that weren't there' and wished his other grandson a very happy birthday 'wherever he was'.