#i dont care if i get radiation poisoning

[giggle-shade]

It is UNACCEPTABLE that I cannot just relentlessly snog this man 🥴 I mean look at those perfectly pouty lips

[skyeslittlecorner]

can i request relationship hcs with the avisos boys? i really liked the ones u did for the hades demons even though i dont like any of them that much after chapter 5 lmao 😭

Do I see our favourite family? 👀 Here we go! The scenario will be similar, but we will change the topic a bit. Hades had a ball, and here let's welcome a new fluffy member of the family.

This turned out to be longer than I planned, I hope you don't mind. I just love these guys too much-

��:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Bael circled his own Bermuda Triangle - kitchen, office, bedroom. You knew his daily schedule perfectly, you knew when he woke up, when he fell asleep at his desk, and when to get out of his way so as not to fall victim to his legendary cookies.

You quietly opened the door to his bedroom, the first rays of sunlight falling on the dug-out bedding. Bael looked so peaceful. He was sleeping deeply, his broad shoulders rising and falling with his breath, the muscles on his chiseled back twitching as he dreamed something. Despite his tight uniform, you rarely had this view as his back was covered by his cape and the chair. You came closer and combed blond hair which was scattered on the pillow.

“You know I hate waking you up.” You whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear. Just as you were getting up, you felt a firm grip on your waist.

“I'm awake…”

“Mm. Of course." He looked so adorably sleepy that you crouched down next to him and tapped him on the nose. “You should rest some more. Avisos can handle itself for an hour or two.”

He lifted an eyelid as if he was thinking about what you said. You tried to leave again, but he pulled you towards him. Despite being sleepy, he had a strong grip. You landed on his bare chest, radiating warmth and the smell of fresh bedding.

“This isn't sleeping.”

"It is." He wrapped his arms around you tightly, murmuring into your hair. “I have to be sure that I will get up soon... and that my alarm clock won’t run away.”

“I can sneak out as silently as a cat!”

“You probably haven't seen Hell’s cats.”

He kissed the top of your head, and before you could respond properly, you felt his breathing slow down. He was sleeping, so you kissed him on the lips for good dreams. Avisos can handle itself, and you in your boredom came up with a brilliant idea.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Naberius looked at you like you were crazy when you told him what was on your mind. You were walking down the aisles of the pet store, right between toys shaped like angel wings or fetch pitchforks. You put into his basket one by one what looked the least poisonous and suspicious to you.

“Did I understand correctly… Do you want to adopt a cat?”

“Not me, us.” You made it clear. “He will live with you in the palace.”

He didn't look happy.

“Cat.”

You reached out and scratched his chin. He tried to be strong, but then he leaned his head back and his lips twitched happily from the petting.

“Yes, kitten. Because I already have the best puppy in the world here, with me. You will take care of him, right?”

“Maybe… He will have to be brought up so that he does not disturb Bael at work.” 

He tried to be strong, but you knew he couldn't say no to you. And in addition to the cat food (at least you hoped it was cat food), you discreetly added a collar that would go well with the black glasses and red horns.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Amon helped you put out the pet shopping and arrange the room so that it would be ready for a new little roommate. He sat cross-legged in the corner, between the cat lounger and the food bowl, and read the instructions for the small water fountain you had just assembled. He clicked a few buttons and water began gushing from above and pouring down to the lower levels.

“Did you know it's a bird fountain?”

“It's also suitable for a cat.” 

His legs looked so comfortable. You couldn't resist. You brazenly placed yourself on his lap and wrapped your arms around his narrow waist, completely distracting him from the instructions. He hugged you tightly and started purring like a kitten himself.

“Nabe said he would help me raise her, but you all will be definitely switching places. After all, if you have patrols, you won't always be in the castle.”

Amon stroked your cheek. He completely forgot about shopping, and water from the waterer he turned on was spilling onto the floor. You tried to turn it off, but it splashed you in the face. As you snorted water, he quickly corrected the wobbly structure.

"Be careful, love, that's not how it's done. Come on, I'll help you.” He cooed, wiping your wet face gently. “Maybe I should fix it?”

“That's probably a better idea.”

You agreed, but when he leaned towards you with his love-struck smile, you wanted to forget about the waterer and pull him down to the carpet with you in a deep kiss.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Stolas was your companion whom you took to the shelter. Despite your excitement, you tried to remain calm. You just didn't know why he kept boasting about how he would defeat any beast you chose, but everything became clear when you arrived. The enclosure where the animals roamed looked more like a coliseum full of wild beasts than a meadow with cute kittens. The smallest of them made Earth's lions look like meerkats.

“Just show me who to beat for you!” Stolas rubbed his hands together with aggressive excitement. “Who makes you sad?”

You sighed in resignation.

“I thought they were smaller. When I was shopping with Amon, all the things we bought… were smaller.”

“So it's Amon's fault? I knew. I'll kill him!"

"Wait!" You placed your hands on his chest as he was already turning around to find another devil. “I thought I could have a cat in the palace… but I see they are too big.”

He looked closely at your disappointed face, then pursed his lips.

“If you like animals, I can take you to an owl cafe.”

If he wanted to cheer you up, he made it. You tilted your head with interest.

“Will you turn into an owl yourself?”

"NO!"

You hoped he was lying. You needed a fluffy ball to cuddle up to. Either way, your mood improved significantly as you left the coliseum filled with beasts for a cozy cafe full of cooing birds.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

You were sitting at your desk, finishing writing down financial reports you wanted to help the Baels with. You've almost come to terms with the fact that you won't have a kitten when Beelzebub stormed into your room without warning. You stared at him with question marks on your face.

"I have something for you!"

His presence hadn't even dawned on you yet, and there was already a cardboard box on the table. He handled it surprisingly gently. Put it down slowly, as if there were porcelain tableware inside, even though it looked solid. It was a strange box, making sounds through tiny holes on the sides.

Beelzebub stood behind you, resting his elbows on your shoulders and folding his arms over your chest.

“Go ahead, you should check it out, I'm sure you'll like it…” He trailed off when, instead of reaching into the box, you took his hands.

“I'd rather have you than welcome gifts, you know?”

He fell silent for a moment. You couldn't see his face, but his voice had softened noticeably.

“You'll like this one. I promise. Open up, don't make her wait.”

You had a feeling you knew what you would find, and it makes you ticklish inside. When you lifted the lid, a pair of coal-black eyes stared at you from a fluffy muzzle. Kitten. A small, striped, earthly kitten. Your voice stuck in your throat as you squeezed Beel's hands tighter.

"How did you know…!"

“I'm everywhere and hear everything, baby.” He reached out and grabbed the kitten by the nape, just like its mother would. Little pet started meowing.

“Gentler!” You smacked him and took the fluffy ball in both hands. “Is this how you treat your new daughter?”

“My daughter?”

"Yes. Now that you have a baby, you have to visit us more often, you know?”

He leaned down and nuzzled his nose into your shoulder.

“As soon as this is all over.” He promised in a whisper so quiet it might as well have been your imagination. “I will never leave you again. I promise.”

You held the purring kitten to your chest with one hand and stroked Beel's soft hair with the other. Despite his giddiness, you felt that these were not idle words. Your heart sank at the thought that he missed you too. Whatever was going to end, let it end quickly, because all you wanted was to go to sleep next to him, knowing that you wouldn't wake up in an empty bed.

[minirezi]

hey guys! sorry ive been gone for a while... i bestow upon you all: some fankids. i was going to use these for an MSPFA, and maybe i still will!

(p.s if you recognise some of them: NO YOU DONT)

and here's some info about them for those who care:

LACY GRIMSBY (anomaliesGerminated)

Lacy could be considered airheaded or ditzy at times, but whether this be her personality alone or a side effect of radiation poisoning from the nuclear power plant that she lives next to is anybody's guess. She enjoys cultivating alien flora and fauna, cryptozoology, and heliophysics.

DITA INDIGO (temptressArcana)

A mysterious girl with a penchant for the supernatural. Dita Indigo is merely her online pseudonym, with her real name remaining unknown even to her friends. She enjoys spiritual meditation and healing, vlogging, and hosting dreamlodges.

Jeff Spears (gentlemanCaller)

Jeff is an insufferable and pretentious boy. This can be attributed to his proud self-proclaimed "incel" status, and many other uncomfortable facets of his personality. He enjoys crafting memes, renegade sleuthing, and being a general webmenace on 4Chan.

Trey Turner (cepheusCaricature)

Trey is rather easy to get along with, if a little spineless. His tendency to avoid conflict comes from his desire to be a likeable guy, which his friends attest that he is! He enjoys astronomy, illustrating webcomics, and cult animated movies.

Might actually do something with these fools. If you want you can ask questions about them in my ask box!!!! :3

[justsomeno1s]

I know this probably exists already/better, but enjoy this list of Fear & Hunger Souls, Complete with personal (flawed) interpretation; Both types confirmed and not!

Endless: Adventuring or theiving, Tresspassing or Vigilantising- The rogue's soul. Held by Cahara, Nilvan, and Karin. Seems to be a soul of freedom- No rules apply above their own, moral or not.

Enlightened: Knowledge and the Pursuit of it, enstrengthening one's mind and becoming closer to the Gods- The Scholar's soul. Held by Enki, Valteil, and O'saa. Seems to connect with knowledge and learning, Notably in regards to Magic/the Old Gods.

The question is, would an enlightened soul be inclined to pursue non-godly knowledges? Like, science or something?

Tormented: Suffering, Loss, Endurance, Overcoming one's phyiscal limits- The Prisoner's Soul. Held by Ragnavidr, Ronn Chambara, and August. Seems to be a double edged sword- You will suffer, but you will endure it.

Dominating/Domination: Charisma, Leadership, Interpersonal Skill, and a Lack of Reflection- The Leader's Soul. Held by D'arce and Francois. While not always in positions of power, it seems that Dominating Souls are inclinded towards interaction, whether human or not- When unable or unwilling to remain human, Francois instead breeds and raises his hounds. Stubborness and a lack of introspection may also connected, as both characters that have this soul type are displayed with this trait.

Notably, none of the Main Termina Cast have this soul type.

For the others, there are only one known holder each soul type to my knowledge. Therefore, we can only look at the individuals for information.

Solitary: Independence, Survival, Introversion, Withdrawal- The very concept of being alone. The Hermit's Soul. Held by Levi.

Is there a notable difference between "forcibly excluded" and "personally chosen" solitudes for the individual?

Caressing: Care and concern- Caretaking. Held by Abella. Most clearly shown in her backstory, where she picks up working against the war.

Shadowed: Overlooked, capable- Assumedly hardworking/passionate. Held by Olivia.

Tainted: Defined by contradictory actions and thoughts- Bad things, good reasons. Held by Marcoh.

It could very well be a variance from "Petty theif feeding family" to "Robin Hood" to "Mercenary w/o empathy for victims". Its hard to narrow down.

Changeling: Adaptiblity and resilience- When others would break, changeling souls bend. Held by Marina.

Could it represent variance? idk brain's fuzzy.

Latent: Untapped potential, inability to give all. Held by Tanaka.

Could it attract death? Or is Tanaka just super unlucky?

Radiating: Burns bright, then burns out. Short but exceptional life. Held by Samarie

I dont like Samarie, but her life was certainly beyond normality- even in universe.

Blank: A subdued nature- Quiet, a background character. Held by Da'an.

Da'an doesn't get moonscorched, instead getting possesed by Pocketcat- Could it that his soul allowed him to be overwritten by pocketcat?

Chaotic: Goal oriented, but two-faced- Willing to do anything to get what they want. Cares little for alliances. Held by Pav.

Decrepit: Self absorbed and uncaring- Cares only about self and own pleasure. Held by Caligura.

I don't have a complete grasp on some of them- Changeling, Blank, Chaotic and Decrepit are all some level of unsatisfying to me, but I dont know how to improve them.

And then there's Henryk' Suffocated soul- I have no fucking clue. Is it repression based? Want based? The opposite? I don't understand Henryk very well, and that means I can't break him down into his "base components" so to speak. He's a catcaller, a master chef who feeds the entire group for free, and potentially the first moonscorched. He's skilled with melee weapons, a massive flirt, and poisons a vulnerable group if given the chance. All of that is great, but tells me NOTHING about his soul.

Guess that's what happens when your main claim to fame is "mysterious backstory", lol!

Anyway. Enjoy this blurb of my thought process! Please feel free to let me know what I got wrong/missed!

[trinitywc]

🐊 ohh uhh flaxstripe thoughts hmmm. i like him. he cares about his clan, but it’s obvious everything is wearing on him. i don’t blame him, either. i mean. i dont think anyone would. i like that none of your characters are one dimensional, they’re all multifaceted. i can see both sides to each argument, while also knowing who’s in the wrong.

i’m honestly just hoping they get a bite to eat, soon. hunger and radiation poisoning seems like a bad match up ngl. ( chap 19 btw )

Hehe i love getting pples views on the characters! Im so glad they arent flat <3 they need burger king asap

[lawtistic]

my icon logan tagged me for the tag game 

name/nickname: liam/L !! i have many nicknames given to me by 6 other shitheads and they vary from loincloth to lemur (i hate them all)

height: 5′4 (~162 cm), ive been called tall tho? im... not very tall im very average actually

sign: aquarius sun, capricorn moon and rising if those matter

song in my head: diana by one direction (its been literal years since ive heard it i have actually zero clue why this is happening)

number of followers: i will say very low and majority of them are bots i dont care enough to block but i pride myself on that so

amount of sleep: i was up freaking out over a social situation til like 2am and woke up at 7 but usually i go to bed around 10pm (22:00) and wake up at 6am

dream job: if you asked me this a year ago i would have given you a 4 page essay about how im working to get involved in film production somehow but now i just want a stay at home job where im not expected to cry on a daily basis

currently wearing: t shirt leggings leather jacket. i wear this every day its comfortable its my style and nobody expects anything different from me

media that summarizes you: i hate watch a lot because i find it funny but because of that i cant really think of anything since i havet seen a lot of stuff i genuinely like. maybe lady bird? even then thats a big if

aesthetic: fucking 2015 5sos core. ive never in my life been a 5sos fan but it just feels fitting since i drown myself in 2010s nostalgia constantly and they just radiate the median between grunge and beach dudes

favorite author(s): i dont really read a lot? the only book ive really cherished in my lifetime is a million ways home by dianna dorsi wingnet so probably her. i read a lot of beverly cleary like 10 years ago too

favorite song: i dont have a singular one but some of my favorites are absinthe by idkhow, pretty face by public, favorite poison by fuller, stay with me by better love, and touch by animal sun

fav instrument: that ive played, viola because it was easy but ive always thought saxophones were cool

 fun fact: my birthday lands on a very controversial upcoming holiday thats within the next 2 weeks

i would tag theo for this but id rather just aggressively hint it at him and let him find it himself (also i dont remember how his user is formatted and dont feel like looking for it. hes also the only active person on tumblr that doesnt scare me)

[scentedchildnacho]

I don't know what happened to the woman who left with the EMTs....i at shelter get a lot of tinnitus and I got really collapsing nauseous once but it turned out to just be food poisoning because once a day of it was over I wasn't sick anymore

So I think they get seizures and cardiac symptoms....

Its been kind of worrisome....that my heart rate be able to clear street pollution a bit unfairly.....but i did achieve homeostasis a blockage did not reach my heart and cause collapse

The pastor told me to not worry about the extensive gifts to women that will date men or appear with men I should notice something about the stuffs coloring that it's a satanic pursuit to call oneself a winning criminal case that can quickly readjust after jail so just dont pay attention to any of that

Its playboys or church of satans stuff so just dont get involved in that

Its people who claim they were in jail several years but they are quick up and getting back into things....it's jail for several years it causes severe macular degeneration it's character would act more blind then they do

Their neo Nazis...they light radiate peoples eyes till they have thick white tumors over their irises and pupils just to get to operate on them and use the tissue as a koch art form it's jail it's really horrifying

Honey and taffy...taffy is kind of a bully man...I would not find the stuff worth much if I had to have taff butt slap me

The staff just said don't touch other people's stuff or you will get bullied around so I think honey does have to many repetitions of the same stuff because taff does bully her

Its other people's stuff...we were suppose to be like a team and each get a positive supportive gift package

He wanted to know about housing programs so I told him I don't know anything about any housing programs this is a really unfair place people maybe have records about infrastructure digging in Africa or Muslim sweat sew shops in India this place is very unfair

Their Christians and Christians cannot be kind or forgive the Muslim world

Barcelona told me I have seen apparitions and to these people my reports of revolutionary and miraculous healing are satanic and I deserve pharmacology for life for being called a heretic

That's these people they want to live their settlement richer and dump me in institutions for life their too materialistically vain for disbelief in my visions

Christians are influenced by Germans you have to ask Germans if the regular 64 million stolen off the public budget can do something other then research severe emergence and send all aid to troops

Its really unfair they told me if I won't apply for state 🆔 then I have to live in toxic dirty conditions without a sanitary toilet always

Their gross vain prostitute wages keep increasing off my absence in quick unreasonable ways so their disbelief in my visions of miraculous healing is too sinful to be true

He asked me about unemployment so I told him........I don't know anything about unemployment this is a very unfair place.....they told me to collect unemployment that I had to keep applying for jobs that I don't care about don't know people in and am not really personally motivated to believe in

I was a Lutheran and it's just to steal our childlike faith and belief in social connection best displays the will of God

Its childhood it's barn jumping and river jumping it's like believing in flight

This is a really unfair place if the criminals are telling the truth they did serve several years in jail and they were still coming up to them about work....very unforgiving they serve their time and they want even more punitive activity

This is an unfair place like eco terrorists tried to make the surrounding building project reek of animal feces sometimes

Baudelaire children tried to leave to uncle monty but he came back for them

He wanted to know about ads to just be given like 10.000 so I told him theoretically it's a neat stick like people could be given their sex harassment and personal injury settlement in gimmicky ways but as far as I've tried it doesn't work they will make you go through the whole formality of court and intense scrutiny and victim blame of courts before it's wrong to make women feel they have to be an ass or boob to have the things people do in life

You have to cook you have to play the role of boob at people

I went to the law library and Riverside does have a womens liberation revolution culture here there are a lot of men that do really dislike people who hit or batter or neglect or injure women

There are men around who do find their strength feminine it appears and the law library is surprising that way they do really dislike women treated violently though

I don't know i have known enough women poorly to find second wave feminism good for them sometimes I think women do have a masculine impulse to be pretty good at argumentation and fighting and people should not put that candle out excessive passivity is a sad horrible hell to see

People should not make unjust punitive demands of anyone I do really dislike doesn't deserve that though

That's me about women I meet I think their kind of mental because they don't really do anything too awful to people but they inspire in people these horrible aggressive symptoms

I don't like men hitting women who have been abusive to me that I find truly grotesque and repugnantly disgusting but if a different group of women not so intimidated by them knows to do gay things to them that I don't find unjust

People like her are very incriminating in speech and without obligation and if a gay group told her to re enlist with them that I don't find unjust

This is a very unfair place they put up pedophile signs like computers may only be used for educational purposes like maximum sicko beater dad told you you can't have a day of fun

Uhm bunk ladies does pimp daddy try to beat and sterilize here much

After maximum penalties did gross daddy keep trying to peek at ya in the shower and fuck ya up real bad on street drugs

Does your street daddy rape much

The things cause forced emotion rules instead of correct psychotherapeutic action then stalk around with intoxicative fuck ya up street drugs

Cause PTSD much

[sweatertheman]

i think "outdated" tech is fascinating.

obviously, the newer stuff does the job far better, but there's just something about the stuff no one uses anymore, stuff i was born too late to see in its prime. its not that its some antiquated tool, it all still works! it does the job!

floppy discs store data, and its amazing. they're slow to load and they're fragile, sure, but they work! big tube tvs too! they make your ears ring bleach your wall and maybe give you radiation poisoning over a long time(?) but the picture comes in, and it comes in analogue, less clear but still perfectly valid! vinyl is really cool! cassette tapes sound kinda bad and i cant figure out how to record onto them, but they work!

and its also interesting to see the styles of the time. tube tvs dont have many inputs, because chances are you werent buying a tv set to plug in 50 different devices, you just wanted to watch tv. there's a coaxel on the back and a set of AV ports, typically on the front from what i've seen, and thats it. nowadays tvs have fifty billion ports! and they're all on the back because tvs are flat, and mostly screen. and since people tend to like having their tvs hung on the wall, it makes things harder.

floppy discs have dedicated cases for people to carry and sort them in, so they dont get lost or damaged! ive never shown anywhere near that level of care for a USB flashdrive, i bet those things could survive a washing machine and dryer.

remember when photos were physical objects? i want that! i wish that was my life because it means photos are special! all these things mean something, represent something, something that the tech of today never will, not to me anyway.

a floppy disc represents data and storage, because for the longest time, a floppy disc was how you saved data. whatever you wrote on the computer stored in a little disc, a physical object, something you could take with you and share. data today is just saved on built in SSDs and wirelessly between other devices.

a CRT represents TV because it's a recognizable and functional design. and back then, a TV was more than just a monitor, it was a form of public media like radio! everyone tuned into their favorite shows. today, TVs are near indistinguishable from any other screen-based device, and rarely anyone uses cable or satellite TV. and TV screens themselves are just a screen to display whatever external device you want.

a camera, often a polaroid camera, represents more than just a photo, it can represent memory. if you took a photo, it got printed out as a physical object, and you would take care of that photo if you wanted to remember what you took a picture of. photos today are just data like everything else. no one remembers or cherishes them because they hold no weight, no uniqueness, no importance.

i wish i wasnt born into a generation with such high-tech

[uranium]

had a dream placed at my high school/work/flea market? i remember going down into a lab but i had a really bad feeling so i turned on a geiger counter and it was reading like thousands of rem so i freak out and run back to everyone and try to get people to leave but they dont understand what "4000 rem" means so they dont care. i eventually get back home and my room is about 200 and i Know something terrible is happening but everyone in my apartment seems more annoyed with me trying to evacuate the place than the fact that we're all about to die of radiation poisoning

[ogdeville]

I'm going to preface the Ghandi thing with some IRL info on why he will not be elaborated on in the series at all, so he will not be an example going forward in the series. The reasonthe show was cancelled was for two reasons. 1) the ratings weren't spectacular. Not failure, but not booming success. 2) Their portrayal of Ghandi caused *major* offense in India. A hunger strike took place at the MTv offices in India over it. It is also why he was not defrosted. Done with that, I will move forward: Scudworths original goal was to make a theme park based on clones. The reason he wouldn't change Marie Curie would be the same reason they had sideshows in carnivals. *'come see the freakish long term effects of radiation!'* He's obviously able to keep her stable. She's just a very promising attraction. As for the instances where the bodies were destroyed upon death for historial figures like Joan of Arc, I stand by that the idea that they are not who they think they are. As well as the clone 'doubles'. It could possibly be recessive genes, but Abe is the product of recessive genes. Those who have recessive traits, if something went awry during cloning, would be more likely to NOT have them. There would be a far higher chance of recombining with dominant alleles. Also when he really fucks up a clone or really doesn't want it: he just kills it. He killed his own clones over and over again. So he obviously found merit in the ones he had the way they were, unquestioningly until brough to his attention he had made an error. he does not self examine. Likely Mr. B is responsible for finding the 'correct' bodies in between S1 and S2. Scudworth is very good at *making* clones, just not being organized. He wanted them to look and act as close to their originals as possible (unless their deformity was so great he could market it) but he also needed a good assortment of them. So, of course he'd be desperate for bodies and that could lead to many oversights.

While I dont doubt some randomized mutations *could* happen, I would say defects in behaviour that came fromthe correct bodies would be more likely due to damage inflicted during their "gestation". Like bumping a test tube too hard, or dropping them as "newborns". (Btw, how adorable is the image of Mr. B with all those bassinets of babies, looking proud as punch to be a dad to such a big family and happily feeding them? I think maybe he may have also made some pleas to *not* discard some imperfect clones while he was still new and very attached and that he grew to care less *intensely* about them later on as they grew up with their foster families and he was replaced.) I do love the input tho! It is important to recognize things that *could* wrong. I also base this whole thing on how many cases we've had of digging up bodies, genetically testing them, and finding them to not be the right person. Grave robbers replacing bodies. faking deaths. burying 'dummy bodies' for those whos bodies were unrecoverable. Ex: The woman who came forward and was generally most widely accepted to be The Lost Anastasia had her remains tested not too long ago. She was not Anastasia. She wasn't even Russian. She was an Ashkenazic Pole. There are also the figures of history who we thought were male, but turned out to be female- just well disguised. He could have cloned the right person, but with history recording a *man* any clone like that would have been tossed. People want to come to see the attractions they *are expecting*. That is what he wants to give them. He really had to *work* to get marie curies DNA, she's buried in lead. Maybe that's why he kept her. "She was a pain in the ass to get, I refuse to say I both injured myself digging up her casket AND suffered mild radiation poisoning FOR NOTHING!!"

Clone High Theory:

Many of the clones aren't actually who they think they are, and that's why there's clone 'copies' between S1 and S2. Some of the new ones included.

My examples: Topher Bus, The Freida's, Joan of Arc, and Ghengis Kahn.

1) Topher Bus doesn't look much like Christopher Columbus (CC) did at his age, and there's a difference in core personality traits.

At Topher's age CC was actually quite tall for his era at 5'7. With modern medicine, nutrition, etc- he would likely be equally tall as, or taller, than JFK. (but not as tall as Abe)

CC also didn't become a Brunette until later in his life (only to go pure white at 30) with light colored hair in his youth.

What they do have correct is his curly hair, nose, and skin tone. (CC was described as having a 'Ruddy Pallor' and 'burned easily in the sun. Likely he had some kind of Rosacea. They're both cave dwellers.)

The core personality traits that are different between them:

CCs core personality trait was Greed. he was a self serving person who was superficially charming, good in social situations, and had a lust for wealth and extravagance.

They share self serving behavior, elitism, egoism, superiority-inferiority complexes, and nearly all men back then had mommy issues and Topher definitely does.

However Topher completely lacks social skills, any kind of socially acceptable charm, and while he is self serving he isn't as quick to opportunistic risk. He needs more time to weigh things. He COULD have not attempted to save Abe from continually shooting himself in the foot verbally the first time they met. Why? in order to make a new social pariah, or shift focus off of himself. Make a new public enemy #1, be the first to call him out openly and attempt to make himself look good. Instead his first instinct was to try and save Abe from the same fate he suffered. (Suffered being generous; but they are mentally torturing him with asylums and angry possums so I'm giving him a handicap.)

It wasn't until later he felt he could take a risk on Abe. Both in trying to socialize with him, and in blackmailing- sorry, WHITE LEVERAGING- him. He had to be sure it would work rather than sail across the Atlantic.

His choice in aesthetics (Topher being minimalistic and CC being maximalistic) may be part of him actively distancing himself from CC, but there is also that to consider. He seems to enjoy cramped spaces. Topher's core traits are anxiety, and rage which have led to bitterness. Quite frankly, he's a whiner who doesn't actually want to DO anything, just bitch about it unless the effort it takes is truly minimalistic, or if he can remain anonymous.

It's very possible since CCs remains were moved 3 or 4 times, over long distances, since 1509 when they were moved for the first time from Valladolid to the Monasterio de la Cartuja.

2) There are several clone copies but none more dramatic in change and status than Frida. Why would he clone a duplicate that looked so drastically different? Because the first Frida wasn't the right one. This seems fairly simple.

It is possible that the first Frida he cloned was a Frida Kahlo impersonator and being as scattered as he is- he dug up the impersonator by mistake, only to correct it later with the new batch of clones. Just leaving the old Frida frozen like Ghandi and wiping her from their memories.

Frida had to be a copy by time overlap.

(I can picture a scene of Mr. B very unceremoniously saying 'I told you so' while digging up the correct body.)

3) Joan of Arc was burned at stake. There were no actual physical remains to bury or do anything with at all. The heat would have destroyed everything useable even if she hadn't burned to the bone.

There is no way for Joan to be the actual Joan of Arc. Likely there was a chapel that claimed to have a reliquary or lock of hair belonging to Joan of Arc which was counterfeit and likely belonged to a young woman who simply looked like her.

She also WOULD be hearing voices by now that don't come from a retainer. Joan of Arc was very obviously schizophrenic (assuming she believed she was hearing the voice of God and not just claiming it) Joan is currently at/past the age it would have begun to manifest. So far the only emotional or instability she's shown was in response to aggression, and sleep rejection. Why she didn't want to sleep is a mystery still. She seems to have a lot of mind-body problems like Silly Legs, but not hallucinations or voices. So she may have mental issues, but I don't think they are the same. If she started hearing voices for real shed reject all medication so there's no way she's managing it herself. Likely her clonemother had mental problems which led to further belief that whoever they got the DNA from was Joan. Additionally, quite a few people claimed to be Joan of Arc shortly after her death.

[side note: I don't believe they genetically altered the clones in any purposeful way. Abraham Lincolns signature height, lankiness, large nose, and hands/feet were the result of Marfan Syndrome. Since his appearance is unchanged, it stands that he also has Marfan Syndrome. This means JFK has Addison's Disease as well. So I don't think they 'snipped' that part out if it was present.]

4) Ghengis Kahn wasn't a mouth breathing idiot, he was a savvy military leader able to defeat armies far larger than his own. He would have fucking DOMINATED that maze. Not mention just be... Y'know... Smarter in general. Like I feel as if this doesn't need to be said??? That's not him. No way.

Ghengis Kahn asked to be buried without any sign or markings, though it's generally believed to be somewhere near the sacred Burkahn Khaldun in the Khentii Mountains of Mongolia: which are heavily regulated with even the Soviet Union leaving it undisturbed due to the symbolic importance of the site to the natives of Mongolia.

It is more than likely he cloned a falsified artifact, or had to scramble so hard to avoid the authorities that shoot on sight, he took the first large male body he found.

Summary: considering Scudworths self admitted incompetence when it comes to keeping track of DNA samples. He ended up cloning himself over and over again on accident while trying to clone Wesley bc he couldn't even keep the hairs straight.

I have no doubt in my mind that at least half the Clones in Clone High aren't the right person/ not who they think they are. There might even be some mislabelings or mix ups with switched identities. Mr.B wasn't part of the process until after he made his first batch of clones as we saw him holding Joan's test tube, so he wasn't there to keep Scudworth even somewhat organized.

What are your thoughts?

[themostbritishamerican]

i choose to believe mischas mother outlived him bc i enjoy pain and suffering

[pingvin-king]

Me, looking at my settlers: im tired of your collective bullshit. stop fucking around and just tend to the fucking carrots. bloody hell...why do i put up with this??

also me: T___T why are my settlers covered in rain?? they’ve already been thru nuclear war and now you want to add on a cold?! 

[aforrestofstuff]

Forrest's Expert Chapter Reviews (166): The Super-Duper Crying in the Bathtub Special Edition!!

Murata released a chapter today. People died.

(BTW there are webcomic spoilers in here so read at your own risk. Thanks! Please enjoy. You're required to by law.)

I just want everyone to know this chapter came out at like 9am (Yeehaw Standard Time) this morning; I was just getting through my routine, sitting down for breakfast. I heard the Discord notification on my phone. I got excited, looking to read this delightful manga with my Frosted Flakes, then I open to this fucking shit on the first page and I put my spoon down and had to sit there for ten fucking minutes to fight these demons.

Hey dawg what the fuck haha

Okay sure, the adults can get a billion tumors in ten minutes and fall over and die but when it happens to the kids??? I dont like that!! I mean this in an affectionate "you broke my heart" sort of way, by the by. I like that the fandom-appointed dads were the first to drop down and help. I like that Zombieman canonically has stubby fucking hands. I like that we get this interaction between him and Isamu. It was painful to look at but I don't hate that it happened. Yep.

I'm gonna be real honest and admit my media illiteracy here, I thought the reason Saitama had a nosebleed in the last chapter was because Garou clocked his shit, and the reason Badd got his nosebleed was that, through a series of complex equations and reaches, Batarou is canon. However, none of those are true, and turns out they're all just getting super-duper radiation poisoning and I'm not sure Saitama's 3 years of working out made him immune to cancer but we'll see about that.

Side note: Badd is one of the only ones who felt the effects of the radiation before everyone else did. Badd also has "dynamic vision" and superb reflexes. You know that scene in Infinity War where, after the snap, Peter Parker can feel it long before he actually disappears due to his spider-sense? Where am I going with this.

Badd has spider sense babeyyy kachow !

Side side note: You know who else felt the effects of the radiation before Saitama and Badd? That's right baby!

"I can feel it in my skin" dawg that's the cancer LMAOOO

Side side side note: Now that we're on the topic of Zombieman (again), it makes sense that he's not immune to the radiation because it's probably killing his cells faster than he can regenerate. That, and he's fucking exhausted at this point. Still though... I'll bet he was the last one standing as all his coworkers collapsed around him. Reminds me of after-work parties at Applebee's haha kachow

I was right when I said Blast would come beat Garou's ass... but at what cost.

Also, I thought he'd bring the Justice League but I guess they've got better fucking shit to do??? Than fight GOD??? LITERAL GOD?? Okay.

Also Bang telling God to give Garou back haha this is not a tear falling down my cheek it's just... spinal fluid...

So, Garou is definitely not being 100% controlled by God but he is being influenced in some capacity, so I can see this kinda growing into an intense fear/trauma of being manipulated/controlled in post-arc Garou. Especially during the neo-heroes arc when Suiryu attempts to capture him.

When Garou sobers after being beaten by Saitama and he sees what he’s done, it’s a mixed bag of emotions. We know he isolates himself post-arc--he already is in the manga with Tareo because he thinks the closer he gets to those he cares for, the more he’ll hurt them. With that being said, will he self-isolate in the manga because he becomes scared of himself? With all his introspection and meditating under waterfalls, will he come to think that all he does is hurt those he cares about? Will he think he doesn’t deserve to love anyone? Find out next time on Forrest Learns How to Read!

I love the idea of Garou spiraling into a self-loathing cocoon because seeing him in pain brings me joy and--yes, he's one of my favorite characters. Why do you ask?

. ok

um. anyways.

haha cool

oh. he's holding Genos' heart. 👍

I'm on my knees praying for christ to strike me down right now.

Ok I'm done with this bit lmao I kinda wanted to build comedic suspense but I can't commit. I'm gonna write an essay on Genos' "death" now.

Really hard to believe he's actually dead and that's ONE's damn fault for faking us out at least twice before (Mumen Rider, Tanktop Master) so I'm not really feeling the suspense to this. ("durrrr but there's not gonna be suspense!! tHat'S wHaT sAiTaMA is FOr!!!" you Redditors are fucking dorks and I hate you.)

BUT. I could be wrong and if I am, feel free to send a dark web hitman my way and strike me down for good!

Regardless, if (when) Genos comes back, he's not gonna be the same. He shouldn't be the same because then what the fuck was all that for?? Anywho, I'm kinda feeling an amnesia storyline? Is he even going to remember this? Is he even going to--gasp--remember Saitama?

Half his fucking brain is gone. As far as we know, having his entire conscience saved to the cloud requires at LEAST 20$ of iCloud per month and we know Kuseno's cheap ass ain't gonna pay for that so, what's he gonna do? Make do, baby!

ONE loves his opposites, loves his narrative foils. Genos has been wanting to get closer to Saitama the entire manga and if the tables turn to Saitama wanting to get closer to Genos during his recovery, out of guilt, maybe, then I think that'll be really interesting. Genos and Garou have been mirroring each other in a lot of ways; I think they're going to have a similar "finding oneself" post-arc.

Either that or Genos is going to be like every upper-middle-class white guy's mystery Mercedes: perpetually "in the shop" until the end of time, dead but dreaming.

So, aside from that: Garou purposefully ripped Genos' heart out because he knew it would make Saitama get serious. Saitama then holds Genos' heart in one hand and beats Garou with the other........... Saigenos Fans please spare Batarou Nation some crumbs PLEASE we haven't eaten for WEEKS (good for you though).

In conclusion:

I should've never learned how to fucking read.

[aka-indulgence]

How does robo-skider sans deal with 'problems'? Like with humans he doesn't like with his dear 55?

(Warning: HORROR, like, the genre, not.. ht sans.. dsjkhd, but anyway there IS  murder (no gore, but still), so if you dont want that, don’t read!)

Blue eyes gaze through the windows, the home star glimmering in the distance through the blackness of space. A human was walking on the outside of the ship, a sort of advanced "tool-belt" around their middle.

Though they were wearing a suit, Sans knew this wasn't his human. He would've gone with you if he knew you were going out, and he'd know it was you in the suit from having following you around so much.

Though this time, he'd make sure you weren't around. He was sure you were at the living quarters, or maybe at the cafeteria getting breakfast. The rest of the crew should be occupied by now, having experiments to run and other various work. The man walking above is one of them, Sans isn't sure for what he was space-walking at this time, but he doesn't really care.

Crew-Member 4.

Far from the only human he despises, but definitely one that has been getting Sans' attention lately.

"It's not like you actually got fucking hurt, did you? It wasn't even that big." He spat.

Your face was red, and Sans saw your eyes water. "What the hell?! I thought everyone here knows the danger of space debris. Do you remember what happened to Sans?"

"Stop saying that, why did you even give it a name? You treating it like a pet or something?"

"You're not listening to me! Sans lost his leg-"

"You have a suit."

"Sans is made of metal! If it can tear through metal-"

"Ugh, you're so..." No. 4 trailed off, openly expressing his irritation with you. "Your job's simple. All you had to do was fix the exposed panel. Now it's still exposed. Everyone here has something important to do and no one's complaining."

"But-"

"Fine, why don't I do it? Since you're too 'in shock' to do it. I think I need to measure the radiation-disparity soon anyway..."

Sans had stepped in when you tried to argue back and No. 4 looked like he was going to yell. 'Stress-levels', he'd say. No. 4 left the room and Sans got to be alone with you, to comfort you in any way his programming limitations let him.

He’d been watching No. 4 intently since then, though not as obvious as he’d been when he was watching you. He’s aware of the man’s judgement, and Sans was clever enough not to make him think that Sans was following him. Sans was just... observing. His behavioral patterns. Nothing suspicious.

Today, Sans suspects he’s outside to try to “prove” that he can easily do your job while doing his own tasks. The arrogance he reeked... even Sans could smell it.

Sans keeps watching those legs bounding on the outside of the ship until he got to where that unfinished repair was located, and Sans skitters to the airlock.

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.

The doors close behind him, and Sans can no longer hear anything- not just the fact that the air has been sucked out and he’s in a vacuum now, but his system turns off his “ears” automatically when he went out the ship. The only communication done outside is through radio. The door to space opens silently, and to a human exiting for the first time it would’ve been eerie.

But Sans isn’t a human, nor is this his first time.

No one could hear the clink of his legs over the ship’s exterior. No one was around to hear it anyway, even if they were right under these panels, all of them were on the other side of the ship.

Right now it’s just him and No. 4.

He was crouched down over the panel you had been fixing about... 7 day cycles ago. The one Sans had so stupidly looked away at that moment, having to fix something else, when he heard you screaming...

... no. 4 doesn’t know how terrifying it must be to lose your tether with no means of reconnecting.

If Sans could scowl, he would now.

Sans stalks closer, rage bubbling underneath his metal outer layer. He knows what he wants to do, what he wants to happen to No. 4, he just... doesn’t know how he’ll do it.

The idiot doesn’t even turn to look at him, Sans feels very lucky in that moment that sound doesn’t travel in space. Sans isn’t too far now, probably on the edge what would be the “circle” his safety protocols would allow him near a human.

... Of course this wasn’t a problem to him anymore, the last time you shut it off to fix him he had “neglected” to remind you to turn it back on.

No, he’s not stopping because of his programming. He stands there, only a bit away from No. 4. Like a predator waiting in ambush, except Sans wasn’t even hiding- there was nowhere to hide. The only reason his prey- No. 4 didn’t notice was his rapt attention on the broken panel in front of him. Broken into pieces that Sans couldn’t pick and clear properly with his size and tools that weren’t made to handle things delicately. It seemed that No, 4 wasn’t sure how to deal with it. He was just staring at it. He didn’t have a replacement. He didn’t even use your E-pad to at least get some sense into what he’s supposed to do.

Sans is partly glad he isn’t using it. The E-pad was yours, and you were somewhat fond of it, it seemed. He wouldn’t want you to lose something you liked.

As Sans stands there, processing a mile a minute on how he should go about this, he suddenly remembers to look up, turning his skull around to inspect the dark ‘sky’.

An alert system in him for when he was outside- compelling him to check for space debris at regular intervals.

And for once, Sans is actually glad to see a couple coming towards the ship where he’s standing. Perhaps from the same cluster that made you lose your footing on the ship.

Sans purposefully took his eyes off of No. 4, off his radar, then swiftly moved outside the range he predicted the space debris would hit. He watched as what seemed to be small chunks of meteorite ‘fall’ towards the ship, feeling them clunk over the metallic plating.

He connects to No. 4′s radio.

“Shit!”

Down came the rain

Sans looks up and sees that No. 4 has lost his footing and is slowly spinning vertically, flailing his arms and legs helplessly as he tries to gain some kind of support, and getting nothing.

Sans would love to spend a little more time watching him panic, but he had to do this quick.

And washed the spider out.

He shot forward, close to the tether, watching the swaying rope with intense eyelights. One hand closes around the rope to stabilize it in front of him, the other one, ready to extend his ‘cutting-claw’ to-

ACTION DENIED!

Object: Tether Rope.

TETHER ROPE IS CURRENTLY IN USE BY CREW-MEMBER 4 OUTSIDE THE SHIP. IF ACTION CONTINUES, CREW-MEMBER 4 WILL BE DISCONNECTED!

His hand stops mid-space, his programming straining against him to keep his hand from touching the rope. He tries to change tactics, extending the cutting claw on his other hand, but his other safety protocols had been activated. He was frozen.

‘Must not harm humans.’

‘Must prioritize human well-being.’

His fingers were trembling as he pushed.

only one human matters.

he is not that human.

he isn’t needed.

dispose him.

He feels as if molten metal had been casted into his joints as he tries to push his hand closer to the tether, with the ‘claw’ extended.

DENIED!

Above him, still connected to the radio, he can hear No. 4 breathing in panic, muttering curses under his breath- before Sans hears a gasp, and he looks up.

No. 4 is looking at him now, Sans can see through the visor, his eyes staring at Sans.

“What the fuck- why’d it have to be him that came for me,” he sounds disdained, filled with disgust.

the feeling’s mutual.

Sans strains harder, his legs locking up as he tries to push his claw closer to the rope- No. 4 obviously not noticing if he thinks Sans is here to help him.

His hand budges closer, then tugged further.

“The hell... are you having a fucking crash or something? Just pull the rope! You have one hand on it!”

Sans knew he should be thankful of his expressionless face, but right now he wishes No. 4 could see that he was seething with anger and hate.

he’s never liked me. nor i, him.

he was always the most vocal in hating me.

he treats me like a scrap of metal.

he probably wants to dismantle me.

No. 4 was still yelling at him, but Sans wasn’t listening. The indignation at the way he’d treated Sans over the course of his time on the ship helped budge his hand a little, but then Sans thought of something else...

Someone else No. 4 had never cared too much for.

he always tried to pressure you into doing something.

he thought you were lower than him.

he thought you weren’t important.

he was dismissive of you.

he liked to mock you.

he yelled at you.

The rage was fueling him in the battle against his programming, trying to override the wall blocking his way to freedom.

No. 4 was yelling at him.

Sans felt like poison was building inside him, from how much he wanted this man dead. But then his thoughts kept drifting away from the instances No. 4 had been rude or insulting to him.

Instead, his ‘memories’ drifted back to when he was in the room when it was only you and No. 4. How hurt and angry you looked, how you just wanted him to understand, and No. 4 had talked over you. Thought your troubles were trivial, that everyone else had ‘more important things to deal with’ and you had ‘an easy job’. When he left Sans saw you cry behind your hands, before quickly rubbing them away and you tried to put a smile on your face when you saw Sans.

No. 4 was yelling at him like he yelled at you.

“Hey you stupid robot!?” No. 4′s loud voice came back to his attention, sounding rather irritated and out of breath from how much he spent shouting. He hadn’t moved from his position on the tether, apparently too lazy to pull himself in and is just waiting for Sans to do what he’s supposed to do.

“Hello, can you hear me?” He asks in the most condescending tone. “I know you can, I’m pressing the radio button. Cut this shit out and pull me back already!”

Sans turned his skull up, away from the tether and right into his eyes.

Ṛ̶̊̐ȯ̵̟b̶̜͒͜ȩ̶̌ȓ̶͇̭t̶̩̉ visibly pales at the glare he sends him.

“... no.”

His claw cuts through the tether, with a little twang up the rope when he forces through the stubborn end.

“Wh... what?” Robert’s horrified, quiet voice was so deeply satisfying to Sans’ non-existent ears.

He feels something bubbling up inside him as he watches Robert frantically try to pull on the rope in vain, though this time the emotion inside him wasn’t anger.

“No... no no no NO!”

It was glee.

“heh.... heheheheh... heheheheheheh!”

Robert was whimpering now, breathing frantically as he drifted further, away from the ship, looking at Sans with horrified eyes.

There were no chains on him anymore. He broke his most sacred rule, and in turn broke the rest of his digital bindings.

The warnings were silent, absent. There was nothing holding him back.

Robert was still, staring at Sans. “No... no this isn’t... this isn’t real, you’re... you’re just an machine, you can’t...”

“oh...” Sans purred, delighting in the fact that he actually purred his words, “but i can.”

The ship was slowly spinning. The nearest star had “risen” and cast a bright light over him and Robert, sharp shadows falling away, forming Sans’ into a horrible stretched version of his body; legs thin and sharp.

Sans tilted his head at the floating figure in the distance, his eyes crinkling in a way he wasn’t able to do in the past. It feels so liberating to be able to show emotion, even just a little bit of expression on his face. It especially felt good when he could see that Robert was shaking in his suit. He knew- Sans was really smiling at him.

“farewell, robert.”

Out came the sun

Robert was screaming now, listening to Sans’ manic laughing through the radio. Music.

And dried up all the rain.

Sans relished in the sounds of him shouting until his words turned into non-sense, which then turned into loud, wracking sobs as he mourned his own death. The oxygen of the suit could last for a few hours- the last few hours he’ll spend drifting further and further from safety.

Oh how he longed to finally see him suffer.

Though his smile was unmoving, it felt more like a smirk as Sans returned to the airlock, letting his radio shift to static for Robert. His last interaction with something ‘living’ being his murderer.

The doors parted, and Sans walks in, back to the ship, as if he was back from usual business.

And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.

[slimeylee]

Ranboo and Captain Puffy. I'm curious to see what you think.

ooou

okie dokie!! :D

captain puffy hcs might be short (writing this before i write the hcs) because i dont watch her a lot and dont know a toooon about her character--but imma try to do as much as i can ^^

and without further ado imma just start going off

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Ranboo

ranboo can touch snow, but it feels like pins and needles so he wears boots in it

when ranboo is in enderwalk, he can teleport, scream like an enderman, and can't tolerate water or lava

ranboo cant die from air poisoning, but he can die to dangerous radiation; like gamma radiation.

ranboo and niki used to take turns bringing pasteries to syndicate meetings like cupcakes, muffins, cakes, candy, and other stuff

everything in the memory book is written in ender because ranboo doesnt know how to write or read english. some members that are mob hybrids know how to read and write in english, and others only know how to read and write in their mob language

whenever ranboo gets excited he has a habit of picking up nearby things so he'll just pick something up and move it somewhere

ranboo gets nervous when someone looks at him directly in the eyes and will teleport away if he makes eye contact for too long

ranboo taught tommy and tubbo ender as a way for them to tell secrets and overall communicate with each other

ranboo has pawpads, toebeans and he purrs when hes happy or feels safe which for this reason tubbo nicknamed him "catboo" and hasnt stopped calling him that ever since

ranboo and tubbo's marriage is for "tax purposes" and tax benefits but neither of them know how taxes work (at least under eret's rule of the smp)

ranboo and tubbo's marriage is for "tax purposes" and tax benefits but neither of them know how taxes work (at least under eret's rule of the smp)

ranboo is super self conscious about how long his legs are and how fast he walks. he only likes walking with techno because most of the time he sees techno techno is also tall and tubbo because he gets so distracted by everything it doesnt matter anyways

ranboo's handwriting is very difficult to read and its gotten harder and harder to but nobody really reads his handwriting anyways since not many people on the smp know how to read ender so ranboo doesnt really care about how neat or messy his handwriting is

ranboo has almost every single event that goes on written in his memory book and whenever hes bored, in limbo, he likes to sit down criss-cross and pull out his memory book and read through some of the events hes written down usually he reads the ones with tubbo and tommy as the three of them had fun times together :)

since ranboo cannot actually have showers and take baths from his enderman tendencies of being unable to touch water he often wears perfume because he smells really bad xD

ranboo doesnt like singing because an enderman singing is really just screeching to the human ear

ranboo has collected one allium everyday since he met tommy and sometimes in limbo he'll think about all of the alliums he's collected and how much he and tommy's friendship has gotten even more positive as time went by (he has 645 alliums, as tommy and ranboo met and intreracted on november 27 of 2020 when ranboo joined the server and november 27th, 2020 was 645 days ago :])

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CaptainPuffy

puffy grew up as a pirate and spent a lot of time on the sea

puffy is not dream or foolish's real mother but she treated and raised the two like her sons when they were 10 growing up to be how old they are now even if they are the same age xD

puffy and jschlatt are cousins because of the difference in their species

puffy is what you call a ramis, a satyr subspecies and schlatt is a satyr, a normal

puffy is a therapist for a lot of people on the smp but some people that come to her dont take her job seriously meanwhile others go to her for actual help

she wears her glasses cuz she thinks they make her look cool

speaking of--she would always whisper-yell infront of dream stuff like "yeeeah i look so swag!" as she posed wearing her glasses and dream would laugh and just be like "stop, your soho cringey"

puffy has these pins that have the flags of all the places she's sailed to in them pinned inside of the left side of her jacket

she also has pins that have the flags of all the countries and places that existed on the smp pinned inside of the right side of her jacket

puffy likes to dance and the only other person she knows is good at, likes, and has seen dancing is techno so sometimes when phil isnt at techno and his cabin, puffy will be invited by techno and the two of them just have dance parties

sometimes after or before those dance parties puffy and techno will sit down and have short talk sessions about things that might be bothering or stressing techno out :)

when puffy is happy she'll whisper yell "let's go!" and her tail will wag :D

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sorry for the long-ish wait -v-

i hope u like them tho :D

some captain puffy ones i came up with on the spot because i dont have many hcs for her--

but otherwise thats all ive got for puffy and tommy aaaand slimey out!!

-slime

[thequeenb]

Poppy x MC

Here to do lord's work

I walk towards the Zeta building and a million thoughts are racing through my mind. I hold Poppy's prescription pills on one hand and with my other i erase the post i was about to upload on T. No matter how much she irritates me medication is no joke.

I sigh as i put my phone away ready to drop the bag at the door but then a thought hits me, why don't i pay Queen B a visit myself? I hate how we left things earlier so i hope this makes up for it.

As i enter the first thing that i notice is how empty the building actually is. All the sorority girls are still out there trying to find the fake Gucci offer, how charming. Veronica is nowhere to be found so i sneak in running through the stairs. Ah these heels dont help at all, damn you and your expensive shinny marble floor

I finally got upstairs and i glance around trying to find the most dramatically decorated room. If i were Poppy where would i be? Aaaand aha! Of course its the biggest one here. I roll my eyes trying to approach silently even though i am failing completely

Should i knock? Do i just leave the bag here and leave? Its never to late to back down Bea. I sigh overthinking every possibility, that until the door opens wide and there she is staring directly into my eyes

"What the hell are you doing here??" Her eyes level on the medicine that i am holding and she quickly snatches it off my hands

"Where did you find this??"

"Wow relax, one question at a time" i smile at her but she is the opposite of amused

"Where is this useless imbecile i swear i will tear every stupid card that she owns" ok i think i just made the situation worse she is changing colours very fast

"Can i come in?" I lean against the door looking down at her suggestively. I love the height difference really, it makes her look so cute when she gets mad at me

"And why would i let you in? Not even Chloe gets to see my bedroom, in fact get your irritating ass out of my home" she looks at the bag on her hands and sigh

"I happened to bump into Taylor at Froyo and i decided to give her a hand, your dry cleaning is back breaking" i roll my eyes and i can see some of her walls melting down

"Now that you have done your charity you can leave" she is about to slam the door at my face but i am quick to place my foot between and stop it

"First of all ouch, second of all i smell cookies, i think i deserve one since i got out of my way for you" i wink at her and i can see the hesitation in her movements

"Oh please do you actually think that i am stupid? I know your strategy"

"Do you? Care to talk me through it?" I smirk leaning closer "i just want a cookie"

She massages her temples clearly annoyed "God stop talking, if i give you one will you just disappear?"

"Depends..do you want me to disappear?"

She walks back inside to get me one and i take a quick glimpse of her room. Surprisingly her room is simpler than i thought. Nothing cheap but nothing too expensive, except this giant closet full of designer clothes

She comes back with the cookie and a napkin "Here you go doggo, now shoo" she waves her hands dismissively and i reach to take them from her hands. For just a brief second our hands touch and i can feel the electricity run down my spine, Oh wow.

I dare to look directly into her eyes and i now notice how close we are. She still hasn't let me in but i can see how her mind runs ten miles per minute

"Did you make these?" I ask taking a good bite from the cookie. Its soft and it smells heavenly, the chocolate runs down my lip and i am unable to control my urge to groan

"Oh wow these are the best cookies i ever had" i lick my lips trying to get the chocolate off my face and i can clearly see how Poppy is looking down at them. I bite it just to give her a little show and she starts laughing

I raise an eyebrow in suspicion "What?"

She doesn't answer as she place a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth to laugh freely. To be honest i am not complaining, its the first time i hear her laugh and its more gentle and melodic than i expected it to be

"Oh no did you just poison me?" I dramatically touch my chest laughing with her

"Your face is a mess you pig" even though she uses harsh words her smile says the opposite and so i let her have it this time

"Oh really? Where?" I lick my lips again and she grabs the napkin from my hand as she rolls her eyes

"Here stupid" she tiptoes leaning her body against mine. For a moment i forget how to breathe as i watch her cleaning my face. She stares at me for a second before clearing her throat pushing me back

"You can't avoid failure do you?"

"Stop avoid my question, did you make these?" I cross my arms amused

I can see her battling with her own self. There is something different about Poppy when we are alone, i can see some of her walls melting and all that caused by my presence, score!

"Yes i did now can you shut up and leave? You got what you wanted" she wants to come out as irritated but i can see the amusement on her look

"I didn't get what i wanted" i lower my stare at her lips and she follows my gaze

"And what's that?" I can hear the challenge in her voice and without saying another word i lean in and i pause one breath away from her lips

I can feel the heat her body radiating and even though its impossible i swear i can hear her heart beating like crazy "Can i kiss you?"

Poppy swallows hard and i can practically hear it. Respecting her space i back away a little bit disappointed. But before i can think twice she pulls me close capturing my lips with a breathtaking kiss

At first i make a surprised noise but then without missing a beat i welcome her tongue with mine as i press her against the door. She places her hands around my neck dragging me inside her room

"Are you sure?" I ask breathless looking lovingly at her

"Shut up and kiss me Hughes" she pulls me against her once more but this time her kisses become more needy and passionate

I place my knee between her legs as i pin her hands effortlessly above her head. "Stay still" my voice is hoarse and i gain a groan out of her

"If you make a sound.." i bite her lip in warning and i can feel her knees weakening "i will not be gentle"

I kiss her jawline then her neck and i bite it hard making her moan, arching against me "and if you are a good girl i might reward you"

"Touch me"

Did she really think i will give her what she needs? You are adorable Pops. I tug her shirt off and her pants join the floor soon enough. Taking a step back i enjoy the sight of her being completely at my mercy

"I have been imagining this ever since i laid eyes on you" i tuck a lock of hair behind her ear kissing her temple. She practically melts with the amount of affection that i give her making wonder how badly she have been treated

I grab a handful of her hair tugging her head back slowly. It gives me more access to her neck and i run my tongue from her throat to her ear sucking the sensitive skin underneath it. Poppy moans loudly her voice filled with need

"Please touch me"

I smirk and this time i give her what she wants. I sink to my knees opening her legs wide. I tease her giving her sweet kisses on the inside of her thighs until i finally touch her where she wants me the most

"Look at how much you want me" i whisper against her and she shudders trying to hold onto the wall for support

Smiling i lock eyes with her as i taste her and god she tastes amazing. I might have been imagining this once or twice since i got here but having her actually at my mercy is absolutely beautiful

Her moans fill the room and i can feel her legs trembling. She places one of her hands on my hair pulling me more closer even if its impossible. I get lost in her scent and her melodic voice screaming my name that i unconsciously place my hand beneath my dress

"Oh Bea fuck..i am going to--" but she never finishes her sentence as we both shudder, the wave of ecstasy taking over us both

We take a minute collecting our breaths and i she sinks to the floor next to me. Her expression is changed, not the bitchy one she wears when everyone is around but i think i can see a glimpse of the genuine Poppy

"I knew you liked me" i say laughing fixing my hair

She gives me a 'i will murder you but you are to precious' look and i laugh even more, happy that she is finally real with me

"Never mention this" she gestures between us "ever again"

"Yes m'am" i say smiling and surprisingly she does too standing up, picking up her clothes off the floor

"You should leave before they come back from your fake Gucci offer"

"Ah so you are smart, maybe my plan was to get you all alone after all" i wink at her as she rolls her eyes

Before i leave the room she pulls me against her for a quick kiss "Thank you for bringing this to me"

"Anytime my dear enemy" she shoves me out of the room and i laugh walking away.

For the first time since i got here i feel like there is some form of hope. I know everyone sees Poppy as this scary diva who will ruin your life but i know now that what we have is special.

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