#i may be cringe but i am free.

[4bs0lut3-s0lv3r]

[Callback Ping]

[junk-jester]

Oh, boy, do I have a lot of headcanons!

Anne's leaf scrunchie was a birthday gift from Sasha. Likewise, Anne gave Marcy her hairpin and Marcy gave Sasha her bedazzled sunglasses both under similar circumstances.

To cope with nearly dying and being possessed, Marcy gained gained a special interest in horror movies, mostly for the sake of studying practical effects and the behind the scenes process. Yes, she watches the Dead Meat YouTube channel religiously. She also keeps spouting out inside jokes from said channel ("No Bastard Skellies", "Mmmm, drugs", etc.) on a regular basis. It annoys the hell out of everyone and she finds it hilarious.

Marcy is a Twitch streamer and has a remarkably consistent stream schedule. She does a variety of topics, such as showing off work in progress panels from her webcomic, doing commissions, playing games and special "Marcy's Midnight Marathon" streams where she reviews and critics horror films, in line with her prior mentioned special interest.

Marcy's webcomic, in particular, is a sequel to Vagabondia Chronicles. It's gotten so popular that its received its own fangames that Marcy has played and gushed over to no end.

Marcy owns many shirts that have cringe gamer references and lingo on them, even from eras long past she has no proper context for due to being born Millennial/Gen Z (i.e. "Leroy Jenkins" and "All Your Base Are Belong To Us").

While her specialty may be child psychology for her job as a therapist, Sasha does still work with adult patients on occasion.

Sasha has Heterochromia, with a left blue and right brown. Her mom made her constantly wear a blue contact lens in the right eye to make them match, but the contact fell out and was broken when the Herons attacked Toad Tower.

Sasha owns a pet toad named after Grime. It has somehow lived well beyond its natural lifespan.

When not in uniform at work, a majority of Anne's wardrobe consists of Hawaiian shirts with frog patterning and symbols on them.

Anne still owns and occasionally wears the golden chestplate from Amphibia. In spite of the physical growth between 13 and 23 years old, it still miraculously fits.

Anne 100% became a celebrity after Frogvasion. A majority of the paparazzi only died down thanks to intervention from Mr. X, but they still do hassle her on occasion.

Many of Anne's "F-Annes" mainly ask if she still has her powers and if she's a replacement superhero for LA after the mysterious emergence and sudden disappearance of Frog-Man 10 years prior. In response, she always says "No comment".

And last one...

Anne became my girlfriend after she graduated university with her Herpetology degree on her 20th birthday. (✿◡‿◡) /srs /gen

I miss amphibia let's talk about amphibia again

Headcanon that even though Sasha is dogshit at drawing she's really good at tagging and street art

[boyyardee]

i made a shadowpiss fankid

[mblue-art]

happy birthday cross !! it's always a delight to see your genuine smile, and i mean it when i say it's an absolute treasure to me !!

(meme src)

[riacte]

ren: why is the server so empty :( is there an event or something

wild life cast: OH MY GOD HE CAN’T HEAR US HE HAS AIRPODS IN

[fischlich]

fellas is it gay to dig the plants that grew too deep out of your girl best friends back

closeup + extra info and doodles under the cut yippee

any text in the images is in the alt if its hard to read! last one has some ara doodles in general because i love them so much you guys

[pinkravat-art]

Im normal about them i think

[nexo-nex]

fuck it *frutiger aeros' your squid sisters*

[kaison07]

A Quick Guide to Recognize Which Saitama I´m Drawing. Fem! or Masc! I have some old drawing I never posted, scribbles and sketches. I have some headcannons and half assed story for Fem! Sai that didn´t match the (rather small pool) of other´s art of her. Like, at first, she´s bald but due to an unrelated issue to his broken limiter of power,,, Out of universe is for making her look like her other version, but in universe due to her autoimmune disease. Also, they would have bought the same hoodie. Because its cheap and kinda silly. Doesn´t matter if it´s a bit bigger or in the man´s section of clothes. And the skirt is just a find she made, a good deal and a known sturdy material. I would like to believe in universe the blue color isn´t used anymore in school uniforms for like a decade, so it wouldn´t look weird. Not that she cares too much about it. Also, living as a girl made her perceptive of a bit more social clues and expected ways to act. Not by a lot, and she mostly wouldn´t use it, but you know, like being associated to Genos would make his fangirls get crazy jealous, would recognize creep dudes more easily, also would notice Fubuki´s tactics to influence Genos to get into Blizzard. And well, people overall hate her in a bit different way. I may draw some interactions. Also! she´s the only character genderbent, usually. And here a compilation of her!

and now the usual Saitama heh

And my take of the Evil AU

And a 3v1

And if someone actually ended this long post, I thank you and I´ll be posting some old drawings I made of them but never posted. Stay tuned!

[thematpatcu]

So uh,,, just gonna let this go here,,,

Off Night

BillxFordxFiddleford

Silly eepy time fic I made in a cold sweat trust

“Specs really is tired tonight, huh? Must be tiring being worked down to the bone.” This again. Bill had already gone through this whole conversation 30 minutes ago, and Ford thought he had dropped the issue by now.

‘He’s fine, Bill, he’s probably just having an off day.’ It happens to the best of us, and if anybody can pull through this, it’s him and Fiddleford. They’re not like everybody else, they can achieve anything they put their minds to, as long as they’re willing to put in the hours.

“Off night.” For a moment, Bill sounded cross, but he quickly returned to his usual cheery demeanor. “It’s almost midnight, Sixer. Don’t tell me you’re losing track of time again.”

‘We’ve worked longer.’

Right as he heard Bill sigh, Fiddleford spoke up. “Stanford..?”

“Hm? Yes, Partner?”

He was avoiding eye contact with him. “‘S been a long night, and I oughta get home soon-“

“But we’re so close to hitting the next big break on the portal!” Stanford shot him a desperate look, “Please, Fidds, just five more minutes…”

Fiddleford fidgeted with his hands, a wobbly smile appearing across his face, “Right, I know, but, portal’ll be there tomorrow, won’t it? Plus, I gave ya five more minutes…” He shrunk in on himself, mumbling now, “thirty minutes ago…”

‘Can’t believe you’re making me do this, IQ.’

“Do what?” Before Fiddleford could ask why he just asked that, Stanford slumped against the desk, rising back up with yellow eyes.

“Alright, Mr Inventor, I’ve heard ya loud and clear!” He stood tall, hands at his hips, grinning unnaturally wide at the hillbilly.

“Bill..?”

“The one and only! So, ol’ Sixer won’t let ya sleep, huh?” He cocked his head to the side, his smile turning more cocky.

Fiddleford looked down, to his left and right, anywhere that wasn’t Bill’s face. “Oh, it ain’t like that..”

“I can tell when you’re lyingggg, smart guyyyy!” He crowded into Fidd’s personal space, looming over him like he always did.

“If Stanford wants us to stay up… I will. ‘S what you do when ya care fer someone.” He was doing that whole starry-eyed look again. Bill was starting to notice it on the hillbilly more and more.

It was disgusting. He hated it. “You’re going to bed whether I have to make you or not.”

Fiddleford crossed his arms, turning to face him in his chair head on. He stared Bill in the eyes, a determined (if tired) look on his face. “Make me, then.” Bill hated that look, the inventor had used it on him before and it made Stanford’s stupid body get all warm and jumpy every time.

His voice was low when he found it, “Careful what you wish for, Specs.” Bill lunged at Fiddleford, but missed, allowing him time to slip away and run off into another room of the house. “YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CANT HIDE!” He knew he wouldn’t go easy if he had egged him on, but the face Bill makes because of it is worth it every time, even if he’s very certain he’s going to die now. His hiding spot is good, sure, but the dropped pots and pans might have given him away.

Bill is close, he can tell. He can feel his presence looming closer. Bill slows his pace, tutting in front of him like a disappointed teacher. “I really expected better from you, Banjo.”

Fidd sighed, standing up, walking into the room, lit up by the moonlight shining through the window. One of the only ones that didn’t have Bill in it. Though, Fidd supposed, it’s got Bill in it right now. His eyes are in the reflection. “Ya really just want me to go to bed that badly?”

“Yep!” Bill took his hand, (er, more so his wrist,) dragging Fiddleford to his and Stanford’s shared room. He brought Fidd to the edge of the bed, slapping his back so hard he fell forward onto it. “Golly, ya fell real easy! Ahahaha! Just like how ya fell for Ford.”

“What was that last part?” Fidd looked at Bill, red as a cherry, but he was already gone. Stanford fell on top of him, completely knocked out cold. He tried to move the bigger man off of him as gently as he could, Stanford hitting the bed with a loud thud. He immediately started snoring.

Fiddleford chuckled to himself, got under the blankets, and fell asleep.

[shqrkdud]

I'd be the voices in his head that tell him to kll himself have a good day

[whump-on-a-string]

I'm so weak for soft/comfort whump with childlike whumpees. My traumatized ass brain loves that shit.

Whump where whumpee is drugged/hypnotized/brainwashed by whumper to be easier to handle and work with, but also to keep them like their new pet or kid to take care of. Maybe carewhumper. Whumpee can be comfy and have lil toys and treats when they're behaving and be a good bean & not worry about normal adult life shit.

Slightly potentially fucked up/soft escapist comfort whump. o|-<

Like pet whump but in a more "human respectful" soft flavor.

[lonesome-eggyolk]

Todd and Neil would have one of those shy pinkie touch moments.

Neil would join Todd on the latter's bed as they talk about poetry or acting and somewhere through the small smiles and shared glances their hands would graze each other. At first they'd be mortified at the realization of how close they are but eventually Neil would inch his pinkie closer to Todd's. He'd have ideas forming in his head about how to excuse the gesture if things go south and he scares the other boy away but before he can think of a solid plan he feels Todd's touch as he has inched his pinkie to gently rest over Neil's own. Neil would let out a sigh of relief and turn his palm up to wrap his finger around Todd's. They don't speak of it. They just continue to talk and share shy glances.

[yikes-kachowski]

"Oh, Bumi, sweetheart, you're just not a bender."

According to the Air Nomad records they have, no Air Nomad is born a non bender. Or it at least none of them were before Bumi.

He theorizes that he is his father's punishment for abandoning the world at the beginning of the war. He is the manifestation of his father's shame and the world's pain and abandonment.

This is just a sliver of context, I have been developing cultural lore about all the nations for years. Particularly Air Nomads and the new Avatar books kinda contradict me slightly. I'm just gonna stick to my au. Hope that's okay with you all.

Any way my bumi if you want more of him. For the record you WILL see more of him from me, he IS one of my favorite characters

[inktho]

baby, you got it comin!

[themsthenow]

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