#i want aero please

[rainintheevening]

Where's the Smarties? Or the Aeros?

What three you picking??

[dogsrot]

I don’t use sideblogs for aesthetics, I use them to test out graphics to see if I like them or not

[lymooniee]

Frutiger aero is so yummy hello?

[noah-infinity]

I'm excited to announce that my latest animation, "Zach's Ascension", will premiere tomorrow at 5pm GMT!

This animation is based on my own original universe called Project Aero and was made as my college final. I know it's not based on an existing series so attention might be low, but I poured my heart and soul into this and I'd really love if people could check it out.

Cya there!

[mono-chrono]

I’m still on my shit

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Can we stop comparing Sylus to these psycho booktok men? Please?

Zade: I chopped off the hands of the man who touched my girl and set them on her front doorstep Sylus: That’s absolutely horrifying why would you scare her like that

Aero: I rubbed my nut on her lips and made her kiss my brother Sylus: That’s deranged and outta pocket seek professional help

Sylus is a TEDDY BEAR for MC he would never scare her with severed body parts or subject her to deranged antics to feed his own dark & twisted pleasure. He wouldn’t murder any man that looks at her. He’s the epitome of “my girl can wear what she wants because I can fight” and he’s secure in himself.

Have you listened to him take care of MC on her period? A sweetie pie fr.

He’s ready for her WHEN SHE’S READY. He is patient and straightforward with his intentions. He never forced her to be with him. The only thing he forced was trying to resonate with her.

Did he watch us from afar? Yes. Is he rough? Yes. Would he kill for you? Absolutely. Would he ever shove his blicky up your kitty? FAWK NO.

Don’t compare my man to those stalker dark romance book men they’re completely different. & this is coming from someone who is an avid dark romance reader.

(I also read other genres don’t get crazy)

[words-4u]

down to their bones

pairing: jordan li x f!reader

wc: 875

warnings: none, a bit angsty, minor jealousy, lots of fluff

a/n: listened to your bones by clesea culter while writing this and kind of used it as an inspo - don't have to listen to it but you should for vibes especially near the end

hero ethics was once a class you were excited for but now that you were a month into the course, you realize it's not at all what you expected.

all you do is watch a shit ton of videos and theorize hypotheticals, there's nothing even remotely physical involved which is what you really wanted the most.

instead here you were with lia, your partner for an upcoming presentation that dean shetty insisted the class do after she took over for brink. 

“you know i still can’t believe shetty wants us to speak for 20 full minutes on ‘aero dynamics of human flight’” you said looking at the late professor brink’s book before tossing it to the side. “i can’t even fly!”

“well, i can and it doesn’t take a rocket science to figure out how,” lia laughed. she was sprawled on your double bed that was littered with two copies of the book, laptops, pens and little stickies. “i’m a hands on learner, i need to be out there in the open skies.”

she fell back on your bed and in to a fake daydream. 

“i think someone needs to get their head out of the clouds and help me with this presentation or else we’ll fail,” you leaned in playfully tapping her forehead with a highlighter. of course this is the exact most your significant other, jordan, walks in to your room.

“uuuh…hello?” jordan said. they walked in clearly having come back from the gym, in their baggy shorts, cropped blue sweater and their short bob in a ponytail.

they were expecting to find you on your own, wanting to spend the rest of the evening with you, not to find you on your bed with another girl.

“hi babe,” you raced to jordan and placed your hands on their shoulders as you kissed them. you knew something was off the second they didn’t kiss back and you were right because as you pulled back, their eyes were glued to your bed. where lia was. 

“i’m sorry, and who are you?” jordan snapped. you were slightly taken aback because this was a side of jordan you haven't seen.

“jordan, that’s lia, my partner for hero ethics and lia this is jordan, my partner outside of hero ethics and everything else,” you smiled between the two people in your room.

“yeah, they are ranked number 5 in the whole school, y/n, i know who they are. i just didn’t know you were dating a star student,” lia said looking impressed. 

“you didn’t know?” jordan parroted. “she didn’t know?”

“we got paired up like 4 hours ago on this project. it wasn’t exactly at the top of my list of things to speak to her about.”  you whispered. 

you turned to lia. “um, i’m just gonna talk to jordan outside for like 5 minutes, you can take a break if you want.”

lia gave two thumps up before pulling out her vphone.

you grabbed jordan by the wrist and dragged them out of your dorm and into the hall way. there were a couple students walking up and down the hall and some more in a corner chatting about the latest viral video from the Seven but overall it was empty enough to have this much needed conversation.

by the time you shut your door, jordan had shifted to their male form.

“what the hell is wrong you?” you asked poking their shoulder. 

jordan clenched their jaw. “what are you talking about?”

“w-what am i talking about?” you asked back. “i’m talking about the fact that lia is lucky you don’t have laser eyes or she’d fucking toast. literally!”

“i walk into your room and you have another girl on your bed, y/n, how am i supposed to feel?”

the look on their face was suddenly transparent and it dawned on you.

“you’re jealous? over a classmate? is that it?” you asked, this time your voice carrying a softer tone. 

jordan didn’t look too pleased with the fact that they let something so trivial get to them.

“j, use your words,”

“you guys just looked so close,” they said looking at you with their big brown eyes.

you sighed. “well, we’re not. but we do need to get along cause this project is worth 30% and you know your girl can’t and won’t fail,” you said which caused them to smile a bit.

“besides,” you continued pushing their back against the wall and wrapping your hands around their neck. “i’m sort of already in love with someone, like right down to their bones, and as long as they are in my life no one else stands a chance.”

jordan leaned their forehead against yours. “i’m sorry for how i reacted. it was shitty.”

“apology accepted,” you whispered. “now give me a kiss. a proper one this time,”

jordan brushed their lips against your before kissing the air out of you. it was getting a little too hot for two people standing in a hallway and you were never one for major pda so you pulled away smiling.

“okay now you're just being a distraction,” you grinned up at them.

“okay, fine i’ll go but just to make sure, it was me who you were talking about, right?”

you chuckled playfully shoving them down the hall. “yes, you big idiot. now go and come back in 2 hours when you can really make it up to me.”

jordan smirked. “i’ll be counting down the seconds."

if you want to request something, there's a link in my bio (the more detailed the better <3)

[webslasherzz]

♡⠀ ：⠀The Webtatstic Editor Event ⋌

[Pt: The webtastic editor event /End Pt]

 ⌇ ⠀Premise goes as follows , The theme is based on "Underrated" aesthetics on editblr ! ( By underrated i mean as in not often used or often never used ) . This event is purely for fun ! nobody is forced join and there isnt a prize ( only bc i couldn't think of anything )

Rules:

As long as you don't fall under my dni your okay !

Please keep sources pg , no nsfw stuff

if the edits are eye straining or bright PLEASE tag it as so , as some maybe be hard on the eyes

use the tag #Spideycore so i can see your works !

All kinds of edits are allowed ! layouts , icons , psds , recolors , decor and more !

The event starts on Monday ( 7/22/24 ) and ends on the next monday ( 7/28/24 ) !!

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 01 ⠀: ⠀Pastel goth or Mall goth

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 02 ⠀: ⠀Scene or Mcbling

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 03 ⠀: ⠀Frutiger Aero or Frutiger Metro

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 04 ⠀: ⠀Steampunk or Cyberpunk

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 05 ⠀: ⠀2020 "Alt" or Cutecore

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 06 ⠀: ⠀Vaporwave or 2010s Internet

 ⠀ ⌇ ⠀ Day 07 ⠀: ⠀Rave or Glowwave

Psd credit @/pinkmiku (link)

Tags for reach ( if you want to be removed pls tell me ) : @doveish @neraphi @necroangelz @strawberrysnipes @pinkidol @boyfidere

[bygabyii]

Velcer, The Clever One ❕☝️🤓🎾

~ A bit about Vel ! ~

Velcer is the child of Alphys and Undyne. She's basically a hybrid? Of amphibian and fish. Has problems with asthma, and try to improve with physical exercises. She always carries a pump in the pocket. And what you'll see her do most is tennis! Velcer is friendly, charismatic, energetic, sarcastic and playful, extrovert and silly. But ironically gets very shy when praised by her mothers and friends. It's also quite honest and direct when wanting to be. As you saw earlier, she is a big fan of sports, especially tennis. She has her own stylish racket and loves to practice! Maybe got it from Undy?

Also, she is a BIG nerdy geek!! Loves puzzles, computer games, handheld games (She has a Nintendo switch) and music. Plus, loves to talk about fandoms and is the kind of monster who would tweet opinions about her favorite media and maybe start a discussion about it lol (( Also, think about her being a fanatic about the frutiger aero aesthetic !!!! Velcer it's best friends with Noelle and Berdly, being basically the honest friend and advisor to both of them. Since she would probably give advices to Noelle and sermons for Berdly. She is very cool in friendships, loves to play pranks and jokes with her friends too! Because she is basically the daughter of a teacher, she does most of her homework to please her mother ofc. She is an average student between +A to B. Velcer may be a little "feared" for being child of the town police officer, largely due to Undyne's irresponsible authoritarian personality lol!!

I really want to blog about Velcer and explain more things about her, like relationships, personal tastes and cool stuff. Just ask in my Q&A box!~

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Sooo that's it!! If you noticed, I basically did a remake of the first blog I made about her, but I redesigned it and made it more harmonious and pleasant. So that's it!! I'd love to answer things about her and I hope you liked my lil green bean!! 👋✨🩵

Have her lil playlist for funsies ↓

[chrissturnsfav]

can you PLEASE explain how you make your bots?? they’re AMAZING. I need to knowww

yes !! i am not great at explaining things, but i did the best i could !! here is a detailed post on how i make them :) let me know if you have any questions or need help.

ᡣ𐭩 for the picture, i find a picture i like on pinterest and crop it how i want. then i go on picsart and canva to edit the picture how i like—i use the blurring filters on picsart and the aero filter on canva sometimes !!

ᡣ𐭩 as for the greeting, i try to keep it short and sweet yet packed with important information about the dynamic between user and the bot along with a scenario and setting of where user and the bot are.

ᡣ𐭩 for the description of the bot, i write in first person (i, me, my, etc.). this is where i mention their race, eye color, hair color, height, age, and a few personality traits. make sure you speak in simple terms !! it is a lot easier for the ai to understand. for example, don’t say ‘not friendly,’ say ‘unfriendly.’

ᡣ𐭩 to use as reference, this is what the description box of my rapper!chris bots look like:

ᡣ𐭩 the definition is the most important part of making your bot !! this will determine the way the bot acts, the way it responds, and how it speaks.

ᡣ𐭩 in the definition section, i solely only have the bot talk about itself, i don’t use the user dialogue. i write the definition in third person, writing actions and words. i make the bot speak how i want it to, for example, my rapper!chris bot tends to abbreviate words (ex. i am from=m’from or i don’t=ion).

ᡣ𐭩 when the bot speaks about things, i make sure to have it’s actions show how it feels about what it is talking about. for example, if a bot has a bad experience with it’s family, this is how i would write it (using matt’s name as an example): {{char}}: “i don’t really talk much about my family, there’s not much to talk about,” matt mutters, crossing his arms over his chest in a guarded manner, his eyes avoiding yours as a wave of uneasiness and melancholy washes over him.

ᡣ𐭩 in the definition section, i write about the bot’s backstory and traits. where they live, their job, their interests, the dynamic of it and the user, more of their personality, their family, etc. while also showing how they feel about these things with actions.

ᡣ𐭩 though the definition section has a maximum of 32k characters, the bot actually does not remember anything past 3.2k characters. exceeding largely over this limit will cause your bot to forget anything written past the 3.2k mark, so try to keep things short to get more information packed into your bot.

ᡣ𐭩 in the definition section, when the bot speaks about the user, substitute the name as: {{user}}

ᡣ𐭩 basically in the definition box, i act as if the bot is being interviewed about its life and asked questions with no outside dialogue, i only have the bot speak in this section !!

ᡣ𐭩 to use as reference, this is a small part of what the definition looks like for my rapper!chris bots:

i hope this helped !! please don’t hesitate to ask me questions, i’m here to help and i’m so glad you enjoy my bots !! :)

[eazy-peazy54]

"Welcome, babies. To the Fruity Pebbles Castle of Torment: a scary castle with 100 rats."

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There comes a time once in every f-slur's life to make an intro post for this god forsaken hellsite.

Now is that time.

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GREETINGS, TO EVERY FOOL WHO HAS MISTAKENLY STUMBLED UPON THIS TUMBLR PAGE!

(This is my sick ass and very cool intro post!!)

SOME MAY CALL ME A MAD SCIENTIST, OR A "RINGMASTER-TYPE," BUT MOST THINK OF ME AS SOME SORT OF WEIRDO WHO THINKS THAT BILL CIPHER IS "SO ME FR" AND TYPES LIKE THAT FOR FUNZIES IN HER INTRO POST SO SHE LOOKS COOL.

(The last one is true, I'm truly a nerd trying to impress you all so you stick around and like me. In all honesty I'm just a kid who wants to be both Bill Cipher and also a vampire. I wanna bring a real Will-Woodian vibe to your function [aka your dashboard.])

THIS BLOG IS ONLY A GLIMPSE INTO THE ENIGMA OF THE LONG AND VAST MAZE THAT SOME MAY CALL A "BRAIN." I PREFER TO CALL IT A MIND-HOLE.

MIND-FUCK, MIND-HOLE, SAME DIFF.

ANYWHO, ONWARDS!

🧪 ABOUT ME: ~ My name is Peazy ~ She/He/They ~ Bi ~ Minor ~ I PROBABLY HAVE AUTISM!! (we can tell) OR ADHD OR SOMETHING !! OR BOTH!! PROLLY BOTH!! 🫀 WHAT I DO: ~ I shitpost. A lot. Mostly, actually. But I am ALSO: ~ An artist! ~ Singer-Songwriter ~ Starting a band! (Mr. Amnesia and The Surrealists, check us out if we ever drop anything!) ~ Writer (of both real stories, and fanfiction!) ~ Creator of the Mary Bell Township ARG! (check out my TikTok and Youtube links if you're interested.. :3) 🐇 FUN FACTS: ~ Once again, I make music! ~ I'm making an ARG that I might make a sideblog for, so stay tuned! ~ I am allergic to gluten ~ I fuckin LOVE cats ~ I'm somehow Goth and Emo and Scene all at the same time?!?? ~ I play the pianooooo!

💫 CURRENT HYPERFIXATIONS: ~ Will Wood ~ LITWTC/Life in The World to Come ~ Gravity Falls ~ My own ARG ?? somehow ?? Don't ask, I don't know how this happened.

~ Moral Orel

🌊 FANDOMS: ~ Will Wood ~ LITWTC/Life in The World to Come ~ Gravity Falls ~ Smiling Friends ~ Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix ~ Portal ~ Once again, my own ARG somehow.

~ Moral Orel

~ Sonic The Hedgehog

~ Hatsune Miku/Vocaloid

~Undertale

~Deltarune

🎹 MUSIC I LISTEN TO: ~ this list is never gonna be EVERYTHING i listen to so bare with me

🎼 GENRES: ~ Goth ~ Emo ~ Vaporwave ~ Alternative ~ General "Weird Kid" music ~ Rap ~ Swing ~ "Indie" ~ Folk ~ Punk ~ Hyperpop ~ Basic white girl music that I will not admit as to specifics 🎶 ARTISTS: (in no particular order) (also this is NOT all of them) ~ Will Wood/Will Wood and the Tapeworms ~ Lemon Demon ~ Tally Hall ~ Oingo Boingo ~ DEVO ~ That Handsome Devil ~ Crystal Castles ~ Glass Animals ~ Man Man ~ Tyler, The Creator ~ Kendrick Lamar ~ Desert Sand Feels Warm At Night ~ Infinity Frequencies ~ POiSON GiRL FRiEND ~ Girls Rituals ~ Black Dresses ~ Jack Stauber ~ Mitski ~ She Wants Revenge ~ Joy Division ~ New Order ~ Joey Valence & Brae ~ Chappell Roan ~ Gorillaz ~ SOPHIE ~ Charli xcx ~ Kesha ~ MF DOOM ~ TV Girl ~ Ethel Cain ~ Lamp ~ Panchiko ~ Yaelokre ~ Radiohead ~ Billie Eilish

🕯️ AESTHETICS IM INTO: ~ Yes, this needed its own category. Hush hush. ~ Gothic (I'm goth don't come at me for putting it in the damn aesthetics) ~ Emo/Scene (SAME SHIT APPLIES AS THE LAST ONE) ~ Frutiger Aero (and anything relating) (<- I will yap about this for ages hold me back) ~ Frutiger Metro ~ Southern Gothic ~ New Wave ~ Utopian Scholastic ~ Vaporwave (IM AN OG PLEASE CHAT) ~ Weirdcore (NOT THE ONE YOU'RE THINKING) ~ 2000's/Y2k (once again NOT THE ONE YOU'RE THINKING) ~ Twee (oopsie daisy) ~ Whimsigoth

~ Halloween shit ~ General vibes of mad scientists and circuses ~ Whatever the fuck Will Wood has going on

🎪 OTHER INTERESTS: ~ Danny Gonzalez, Drew Gooden, Kurtis Conner ~ Flamingo ~ Making PLAYLISTS RRRAAAGH ~ Aesthetics (ask me about this shit I will yap for ages) ~ Liminal Spaces ~ Jfashion ~ Gyaru fashion ~ Other Subcultures ~ Everything creepy! ~ Song analyzation ~ Vampires ~ Circus stuff ~ Mad scientist stuff ~ HALLOWEEN ~ Playing piano! ~ YAPPING

🏷 TAGS TO LOOK OUT FOR: ~ #asks :3 - everything people yap to me in my inbox! ~ #fanfic shenanigans - I want you to take a WILD GUESS. ~ #peazy's yapping - general stuff, or long posts of me yapping ~ #long post - again, take a wild guess. ~ #reblog - like a normal reblog, but I said something in the tags! ~ #art reblog - same as the last one, but art I really liked and had something to say about! ~ #important - actual important things, like awareness posts and all that good jazz :) ~ #mutuals/#THATS OOMF 😭 - MUTUALLSSSS

~#mary bell township/#mary bell township arg - my arg! Arg content goes under both tags, but there’s usually more content under #mary bell township :)

🔎 OTHER SOCIALS: ~ TikTok ~ Instagram ~ Youtube ~ Ao3

🦇 DNI: ~ Jokes on you, there is none! Except... ~ Homophobes, transphobes, nazis, racists, terfs, radfems, pedos, proshippers ~ Blogs who solely post NSFW (a few suggestive things are fine! but if you're posting straight-up PORN or only nsfw and only smut, then no thank you brother) ~ Adding on to that, if you have a NSFW side blog, that's fine! ~ Also don't tag my posts as NSFW pretty please. I'm a minor, and if I'm talking about my mama, I mean my mother. ~ people who don't fw bagels /j ~ Either way, I block as I please!

PHEW, FINALLY THATS OVER WITH. BEEN MEANING TO MAKE ONE OF THESE FOR A WHILE NOW.

ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED LEARNING ABOUT ME, AND IF YOU READ THIS FAR..

thank you! :)

It means a lot!

NOW,

BEGONE.

[puuuders]

In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 4

Ghost fanfiction

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Happy International Ghost day! Hopefully I'll be able to draw later but I can feel art block watching me 😔

I've been super into writing this recently. Hopefully I can keep up with it better now lol

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Omega doesn't know how to feel about Terzo.

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Read on AO3

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It was maybe 2 hours later that Omega awoke, in a relatively comfortable bed compared to his pile of clothing that he normally slept on. He woke up in a temporary state of sleep paralysis before his muscles slowly grew stronger and of use. He turned his head with a burning ache in his neck, catching the attention of the fire ghoul that sat in the chair of a small black vanity in the right corner of the medium sized dorm. Alpha looked at Omega with concern, watching his typically robust arms quiver under his own weight as he peeled himself off of the bed. 

“You need to go fix Delta.” Alpha spoke softly, but sternly. “He is in the infirmary with Terzo. His-”

“What is wrong with you?” Omega hissed, swinging his legs off of the bed. “What the hell are you sucking up to him for?”

“Don't you even start to lecture me about trust, bastard. He told me what you said.” Alpha looked away with an annoyed glint in his eyes. "You were sucking up to him too, anyway." Omega rolled his eyes.

“I didn't want to get beaten." Omega hissed. "Obviously, you just can't handle yourself. And neither can Delta, and neither can Pebble. Maybe Aero. But-”

“You were the only one to get aggressive, did you forget that? You started a fight.” Alpha interrupted, rummaging through the drawers on the vanity. He pulled out a white candle. 

“I didn't start a fight, Papa did! He was trying to piss me off. And Delta fed into it, that's why I ripped his fucking vocal cords out. He doesn't deserve to talk anyway.” Omega moved towards Alpha, watching as he explored the other contents of the vanity. 

“We could use these.” Alpha collected all the candles, placing them neatly in two bunches of three on both sides of the vanity. The orange tips of his fingers began to glow and he pinched the wicks with his index and thumb, igniting each candle into a steady flame. They appeared to be cheap and scentless, but the room was quickly filled with the smell of cinnamon, earning a pleased hum from Alpha as he looked up at the bigger ghoul. Omega glared down at him, somewhat annoyed, somewhat intrigued. He leaned over Alpha with his hand pressed against the edge of the vanity, tapping his claws and fiddling with the already peeling black paint. 

“Delta is probably fine,” Omega sighed, moving back as to not give in to his temptations, “but I will go check.”

Alpha sighed in disappointment, not realizing he was holding his breath beforehand. 

“Then you will come back?” 

“Only so you can show me where my own room is.”

“Then ask ‘Papa’.”

Omega narrowed his eyes. 

“I don't trust him. He used one of those spells.” Omega grumbled. 

“You were actually about to kill Delta though. You deserved it.”

“No,” Omega turned to Alpha again, “he was reading the Grimoire yesterday. You are going to get yourselves killed if you are going to buddy up with him.”

“He wants to revolt,” Alpha said with a grin. Omega scoffed. 

“Bullshit.”

“Then what do you think?” Alpha snapped, turning his whole body to look towards Omega  “What more could he possibly want from us? We have to do what he says already or it's The Pit, so what would he need to trick us for?"

Omega parted his lips as if he were going to refute, but nothing came to mind. His silence made the edge of Alpha's stare soften, and he shook his head.

“You are so paranoid of losing that you don't realize there is nothing left to lose. We have lost it all already.” Alpha said empathetically. “There is only room to gain if you stop being so scared all the time, Megs. Terzo is good. This is what you wanted two days ago at the ceremony! For him to be good, and now that he is good, you don't believe it. Even Delta knows, and he was ready to fight him less than 5 hours ago! If Delta is such a hothead and trusts Terzo, why can't you?” 

Omega did not say anything, his eyes weighed to the floor, a sour look still present on his face. Alpha scoffed and dropped his hands. 

“Nothing I say will do anything for your stubbornness. You will learn eventually. Go fix Delta.” Alpha slumped back down in the chair. 

Omega reluctantly trudged down the wide hallways of the ministry, dwelling heavily on what Alpha had said to him. He was supposed to be a quintessence ghoul. Could he simply not reach into Terzo’s mind to identify his true intentions? Or maybe he was too afraid to find the absolute truth, to be proven right that they would be trapped under the same oppression they had suffered through Secondo. In a perfect world, Primo would return. Their true Papa, their summoner that treated them like lost puppies. That is essentially what they were. Lost puppies in need of direction and care, and Primo delivered. Though, the ministry was not in the same financial stability that they were now, so the ghouls were still, stuck with ugly, uncomfortable rags and a small room to share. But they could forgive that, as Primo allowed them to roam. Allowed them to speak freely, engaged with them in a friendly manner, encouraged them to serve the Clergy not by threats and acts of violence, but by reciprocation of respect and care. Primo was their Papa, but it was only a matter of time before he would have to retire. It was not possible to have a Papa like him again. 

The heavy infirmary door pushed open, where Omega was unwelcomingly greeted with silent glares from Delta, and an uncomfortable look from Terzo. Delta had a thick cloth wrapped around his neck, faint spots of red bleeding through it. Omega locked eyes with Terzo, briefly holding eye contact before he felt too disturbed by the man to continue looking. Instead, he reached out to carefully unwrap the cloth, examining the damage. He was exaggerating when he said that he had ripped his vocal cords out; there were four pierce marks soaked in almost black, crusted blood. 

“It will still be a few days before it is fully healed.” Omega spoke in an apathetic and monotone voice, showing no care for the injury he caused to Delta. He placed his fingers on his neck with a sigh, his horns emitting a faint purple glow that travelled down his veins and to the tip of his tail. Terzo watched in fascination, trying to ignore the gross sound of stretching skin as Omega's quintessence pulled Delta's skin together and closed the wound. Terzo examined Omega's now uncovered face as well; mostly dark gray, with dark purple around his eyes. Tufts of white fur below his pointy ears, matching slicked back hair. 

“Wrap it. Keep it dry.” Omega suddenly mumbled, startling both Delta and Terzo. 

“That's what he said.” Terzo smirked. Omegas eyes slowly moved over to Terzo, his face flushed with embarassment and irritation. 

“‘That's what she said’.” Omega corrected. He had no interest in his joke, only wanting to be right about something.

“Are you homophobic, ghoul?”

“Okay.” Omega wiped his blood stained fingers, slamming down the gauze he used to cover Delta's wound and turned to exit the room. 

“Wait! I am only kidding! I'm sorry. Let's talk!” Terzo called out, following Omega. Omega continued his way out of the room, letting the door swing shut behind him, which Terzo caught. Omega did not wait despite hearing the patter of Terzo's footsteps desperately trying to keep up. Omega looked at the key number, his eyes moving up to the left as he thought about where his room could be located. Then, he continued walking in that direction, gritting his teeth as Terzo continued to follow and call out for him, not stopping until they were both at Omega's new room. 

“Let us talk again. I want to talk to you.” Terzo gasped, out of breath. For every stride of Omega's longer legs, Terzo had to take three jogging steps. 

“I hope it is an apology for what you did earlier.” Omega hissed, jamming the key into the slot on the door and pushing the door open. He wanted to slam it in Terzo's face, but his better judgment stopped him, and he gripped the door tightly to avoid hitting Terzo with it. 

“I do want to apologize.” Terzo stepped in, gently closing the door behind him as Omega looked around his room. It was pretty much a copy of Alpha's, the only difference being the quality of furniture. Omega's room seemed less run down as if no one had been in here before. 

“I am sorry, Omega. You didn't seem to hear me when I was telling you to stop hurting your friend.” 

“Stop using those fucking spells if you expect to befriend a ghoul,” Omega barked, shocking himself with how comfortable he felt speaking to his Papa like this. 

“I study the Grimoire not for you. It was circumstantial, it will not need to happen if you are a good ghoul.” 

“What do you need it for then?”

“For summoning more ghouls.”

“We don't need any more ghouls. There is enough.”

“Not for what I have in mind for this ministry, And what I have in mind for you.”

“Oh, you want to rebel, I heard. Is that it? Is that what is in your mind?” Omega seethed, sarcasm dripping in his voice. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly grabbed Terzo by the jaw, claws poking into the painted skin of his cheeks, huffing as he got closer to his face. Terzo's eyes widened, fear radiating from his body. Yet he stood still. He balled his hands into fists, tilting his head up to meet Omega's gaze. He could feel Omega entering his mind, scavenging for ideation and emotion. Terzo watched his facial expression shift from his discoveries, morphing from irritation, shock, disgust. After maybe a minute of this, he was calmer, and slowly let go of Terzo's jaw, listening to the frightened breaths emitting from Terzo's nose and gritted teeth. 

“You are so insignificant,” Omega mumbled, “you are only Papa because you are an Emeritus brother. No one actually respects you. And I can see why with your filthy brain.” He looked Terzo up and down as he fixed his posture. 

“No one will fear you.”

“No, but they will fear you.” Terzo choked, the confidence stripped from his body at Omega’s brutal honesty. “That is why I need you, you are big and scary. And strong! And that thing you did. That felt strange.”

“It is useless,” Omega sighed, “it is only to spread temptation and to understand others. I cannot control minds, if that is what you are expecting me to do.”

“Well it certainly works for what it is for.” Terzo tilted his head with a grin. Omega was unamused. 

“I will only participate in this if you give me the Grimoire.” Omega demanded, ignoring Terzo's lustful comment. 

“Deal.”

Omega's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. He was mostly saying that to spark a reaction out of Terzo to prove that somehow his unspoken thoughts were lying. 

“Do not destroy it, though. I have been studying it. If it is destroyed, I will lose you all to The Pit.” Terzo added. 

“I will keep it safe.” Omega reassured. 

“Then it is settled,” Terzo turned to leave the room, “you are a good ghoul. I will be back shortly, yes?”

Omega couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up each time Terzo would say that. 

“Yeah.”

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▹ intro ! 🌌 *16 yrs old* ᯓ.

⊹ ₊ *shifting* ₊ ⊹

🌠 *~~main drs - mha & better cr~~* 🌠

🔭>> “i knew u in another life; u had that same look in ur eyes” << 🔭

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Welcome to my shifting blog! I hope to find shifting friends and become a part of this community! I am new to tumblr and I hope the shiftblr community will be welcoming to me!

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About me!; I’m an aquarius, infj. I have lots of hobbies and don’t like going outside lol; my hobbies include: music, crocheting, drawing, reading, baking, watching anime, playing fashion games and overthinking (T_T).

I also love Animals, especially sea animals!

Topics that interest me;

-*; the butterfly effect

-*; activism

-*; quantum physics

-*; cartoons

-*; psychology

-*; frutiger aero

-*; tenshi kaiwai

-*; musicals

-*; the universe

-*; history

-*; shifting!

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I’m autistic and I will NOT tolerate any ableist/hateful comments! I really want to spread good vibes in this community so please DNI if you aren’t going to be positive!

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The chances of you seeing this post is low, but it’s the sum of every choice in your life that’s brought you here, reading this post. Life is strange, isn’t it?:) This is your sign to shift!_~*

thx for reading my intro!

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(Open Rp) Valentines Day in "Letters To Beauty"

A long time ago, On the Beautiful Highschool day in the Classroom and The teacher Began to Annouce about the Lovely New girl is coming from The beautiful Distant Place..The teacher told the students That This Beautiful girl Is the Daughter of the Powerful Buisness man, and She is allowed to wonder in the halls, doing arts in art class, Singing in the music Room and Also Staying at the Library and The Secret garden itself…Then the Beautiful New Girl comes in, wearing a White and pink Dress, her hair is White as Snow and her eyes Is Beautiful blue as a Blue sea. Every Young men Sees her from the moment when she set foot in class, Alot of girls who wants to be friends with her But One tough Male Bully laid eyes on her fell in love with the new girl…but he's not the only one, The One genius Student boy saw her and feeling as a Cupid just shot him with a golden arrow…Then the Teacher introduce her to Other, Their eyes:

Teacher: "Class This is Saphira Lorraina Fox, She'll be Wondering in the halls, Singing in the music room and Doing some good arts, reading at the library, and Relaxing at the Secret garden…so please don't be shy to come and talk to her and study with her too."

Saphira Smiles sweetly and start heading to the hallway to wonder. The Genius guy name (your muse name here) Fell head over heels with her, But he needs to plan to win her heart and then He had a Genius idea, he decided to make a Mystery love letter to her as His "Beauty" but sadly though..He looks alot of good looking guys wanted to win her heart, then he has an idea that he will create the Elixir to make himself look hotter and handsome then any other guys..So when he came home and began to Formulate to create an Elixir..when he Successfully did..the Elixir was Glowing blue…He knew it was a success..Then He began to Write a Love Letter to Saphira as the letter Says

"My Dearest Beauty, From the Moment That I laid eyes On you, You were beautiful like an enchanted Rose. I have never seen a White Haired angel before in my life before my eyes, Your eyes when I see was Beautiful as a Heart of the Ocean itself and my heart was Shot by the Golden arrow by aeros himself. You were Like The angel Sent from heavens, I hope I will see your beautiful face again, Also after school I want to see you at the Lovely Secret garden So I can get to know you So much better..yours Truely The Beast~"

After He Wrote this Romantic Letter To her, He decided To try it out for the first time and then it took affect..after that he looked himself in the mirror and he is amazed that the His Elixir has worked…So the Next day, Saphira Walk pass the male Bully Name "Butch Jamerson" Who was eyeing on her but saphira Ignoring him…Then she saw the Message..She smiles and decided to accepted it..and after school, Saphira went to the Secret Garden and looked around..but then He came to her and said…

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hiii friend, could i send "coffee splatters on paper" and/or" the smell of fresh coffee" and/or "empty coffee cup" (basically, any of the coffee ones) 😅 for fred and jo, please? <3 — @shoshiwrites

Shoshi, thank you so much for trusting me again with Jo. She is, as always, a joy and a delight. For those of you who don't know her, Jo Brandt is Shoshi's War Correspondent OC who has made several appearances in the TDS multiverse and appears here by kind permission from her author.

It was easier writing at the Aero Club.

There was always the extra work of bringing her typewriter with her from her room, but the portable was built for outings like this, and, too, there was something…comforting, about writing her column from the middle of things, or at least, as close to the middle of things as Jo was able to get at Thorpe Abbotts without being a security risk. Everyone came to the Red Cross club at some time or another, and the constant stream of chatter in the background made a nice change of pace from the birdsong and quiet tree rustles of the back garden.

And there was the bottomless coffee, of course. And the cat.

"Well hi there, mister, how are you?" Jo asked, as Spark Plug came up to rub against her chair and buff his head against her leg a couple of times. The black and white cat purred for a moment and then took the opportunity to jump up onto the table, narrowly missing Jo's empty coffee cup, and scratched himself against the side of the portable's carriage return a few times. "You're lucky you're cute," Jo said quietly, waiting for the animal to move out of the way before she started typing again. "Usually I charge for spelling errors."

"Excuse me, Miss, is this cat bothering you?"

Jo didn't need to look up at Fred to see that the woman was smiling at her own joke, coffee pot at the ready as she did her rounds of the room. "Yeah, as a matter of fact," she said, sitting back in her chair and holding tightly on to her empty cup before Fred could try filling it. "He was just yowling at me about when I'm going to do that piece about his owner."

The Clubmobile woman deflated a little. "Jo, I'm not -"

"But you are," Jo said, cutting into Fred's excuses about 'not being very newsworthy,' still guarding her cup so Fred wouldn't fill it and run. "You're the one everyone wants to read about! When all those mothers read about their sons they're sitting at home hoping someone's taking care of them -- and that's you."

Fred's smile could best be described as 'flat'. "Interview Mary - or Tatty! They've got much better stories than mine."

"Freda Torvaldsen, from Madison, Wisconsin, is very used to managing rambunctious attitudes," Jo said in a fake newsman's staccato. "Twenty-six years old, she put her career as a kindergarten teacher on hold to go overseas and entertain America's flyboys. From slinging doughnuts to singing tunes, there's nothing Fred, as she's known around base, can't do - and that includes rehabilitating stray animals." She paused for effect.

"You're making me sound like Snow White."

"I'll bet if I asked nicely I could find you seven guys to be dwarves," Jo shot back without missing a beat.

She was serious, and Fred knew it. "Please don't."

"And anyway, she's a brunette," Jo added, for effect. "Thirty minutes. And a picture. With the cat."

"No one wants -"

"Everyone will want a picture with the cat," Jo cut in strongly. "Especially after I tell them where he came from."

Fred got into enough arguments on a daily basis that she could tell when she had lost one, and she sighed (somewhat dramatically) and sat down just as the door opened and a fresh group of flyers rolled in. Most of them gravitated towards the counter and Mary Boyle, but one of them broke away to stand behind Fred's chair as if to look over her shoulder at Jo's typewriter.

"What's this? Fred Torvaldsen is sitting down? On a Tuesday?"

"I'm being interviewed," Fred said, looking up at the pilot with a fondness in her eyes that was hard to hide. Jo bit back a smile and allowed the pair their moment - Clubmobile girls weren't supposed to have favorites, but John Brady was one of Fred's. (If he had his way, he'd be more than a favorite, if Jo was any judge, but she supposed there would be time for that later. Hopefully.)

"Is our trusted correspondent going to write about how we'd all fall apart if you weren't here?" Brady asked, with absolute seriousness.

"I am, Captain Brady, thank you so much for suggesting that," Jo said strongly, before Fred could get a word in edgewise, grinning at him.

"You both are being very mean," Fred said with another one of her exasperated smiles.

"We are," Brady confirmed with a sly smile that did nothing to hide his delight. His hands never left the back of her chair, but there was something in his eyes, too, that was doing a lot of very heavy lifting for his favorite who wasn't supposed to be a favorite.

"There a party here I don't know about?" John Egan's voice came booming from behind Jo. When had he come in?

"I'm being interviewed," Fred cut in, before anyone could say anything else. "Jo's going to add me to her Rogue's Gallery for the Clarion."

"Excellent. Best news we've had all day. You'll make us all look good, Fred. Are you putting in a good word for her, Spark Plug? Are you?" The cat, which had formerly been relaxing next to the typewriter, had stood up as Egan approached, yowling softly for attention and closing his eyes to lean into Egan's large, warm hand and its energetic scritches, the cat's expression perhaps best described as 'pleased'.

Jo looked away to see Fred was watching her with an odd look in her eye and a secretive smile. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Fred said mildly, sitting back in her chair. "Are we starting this interview now, or what?"

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Now that pre-season testing is almost over for another year (😭) I want to know what everyone's favourite part of testing is (not the 2024 test, just in general)

(as always please reblog for sample size!)