#i will have something of real substance to give later on. probably

[slightly-sigilant]

Bathtime For Naughty Pens, aka "the header image for Phosphor's TED Talk on why in-universe Correspondents probably don't use fountain pens unless they're extraordinarily cooked"

RANT AHEAD.

First of all, the story behind this pic: earlier today, I went, "Gee, the ink in my violant sigil pen is drying out faster than I'd like. Maybe I should screw the cap on extra tight this time?" like an absolute FOOL. because the cap had DRIED BUT STILL VERY STICKY INK ALL OVER THE INSIDE. INCLUDING THE SCREW THREADS. And thus, when I went to unscrew the pen later, it would simply Not. Things were pretty dire there for a while, but after soaking the upper half of the pen in warm water and winding a thick rubber band around the barrel for extra traction, it finally came apart. I took the opportunity to disassemble it and give it a thorough cleaning, including a good long soak.

Anyway, while scrubbing dried ink out of the everything and dying the kitchen sink violant (sorry roomies), I got to thinking about how this would have been even more of a pain in the ass with actual violant ink, and how Correspondents probably use dip pens for a reason. Because we do have some canon text indicating that they do, from writing flaming missives:

Which is like, why not use a fountain pen and skip the dipping part then, right? But I have a bunch of reasons to suspect that this would only be worse.

First of all, the ink. Important fact: not all inks are safe for fountain pens. Many inks that can be used with dip pens cannot be used in fountain pens unless you want to ruin them. This is because many dip pen inks are pigment-based, which is to say that they're made of lots of little particles suspended in liquid. Those particles can clog a fountain pen if they're too big. Most fountain pen inks are dye-based, in which the color-substance is dissolved instead - think sugar in water as opposed to sand in water. (There are some fountain pen safe pigment inks that have really fine particles, but you still don't want them to dry out in your pen. Likewise for shimmer inks, which have lots of fine glittery bits.) I'm not sure how violant ink is made, but if it's ground-up violant zee anemones or something, it's not going to get along with your pen.

And even if you did have a dye-based violant ink, I still wouldn't trust it in fountain pens. As described above, real violant ink is troublesome - it doesn't want to leave the pot. It doesn't want to leave the nib. It probably would not want to leave your pen cap and grip, either, which means it would do a very good job of gluing your cap to your pen. Even if you were fastidious about cleaning ink out of your cap, it'd probably not want to leave the reservoir, and then it wouldn't want to leave the feed, and you'd spend so much time madly scribbling in the margins of your letter, trying to get it to flow again. And that's assuming the ink is wet and fresh, and that it hasn't dried out in the pen. God help you if that's the case, because you are NEVER getting that residue out.

(And speaking of maintenance, refilling fountain pens is often a messy process that gets ink all over your fingers. I hope you enjoy slowly absorbing violant through your skin, because it's not going to want to leave your skin. I hope you enjoy leaving traces of violant everywhere when it does leave your skin. I hope you enjoy having very, very memorable fingers.)

Finally, fountain pens are just more expensive than dip pens. In today's economy, dip pen nibs are like 2 USD on average. By contrast, the Platinum Preppy, one of the cheapest fountain pens out there, is 6-7 USD - and that doesn't include a converter that'll allow you to use bottled ink. For that, you'll have to cough up 11 USD for a total of 17-18 USD. (You could also buy a Jinhao Shark for 4 USD or less, converter included, but tariffs are fucking that up.) And those are cheap pens made with modern manufacturing. They cost quite a bit more back in the day, relative to inflation and the average wage.

So, in other words: using real violant ink in a fountain pen would probably fuck it up really quickly, especially considering the kind of stuff you're writing as a Correspondent, which might just set your nice expensive pen on fire. Either way, it'd be a real dent to your time and finances to keep repairing and replacing them. While annoying, it'd just be more cost-effective to use a dip pen and to replace the nibs when they inevitably melt.

That isn't to say that you can't use a fountain pen for Correspondent work, though. Just that it would be unwise. And what else are Correspondents known for, if not for making unwise decisions?

[simstationdance]

HAPPY BIRTHIVERSARY part 1 - THE SIMS 2 IS 20???

FUN FACT: The Sims 2 (2004) was released 3 days before the date upon which I was released from my mother's womb, therefore making me younger than The Sims 2 by 3 days as of September 14th 2024, but objectively older by 6 years as of September 17th 2024. The march of time is inevitable and frightening! Let's celebrate!

Admittedly I didn't have very much to give when it came to sharing content for the Sims 2's anniversary because I've been battling the Chronic Exhaustion Demon, but then I realized I still haven't released those hair colors I showed a while back. And then I realized I could share EVEN MORE content by spreading it out across a few days instead of condensing it into one day. And it just so happens that, as stated above, there are two special occasions (for me at least... lol) close together on the calendar. SO. HERE'S SOME COOOONTEEEENT.

Today's bundle is mainly a resource for creators who use GIMP 2.x, and includes 11 UNNATURAL HAIR COLORS in the form of Curves that can be used on just about any texture you want, as long as you use it on a Volatile base These only come in Curve form, but if anyone would like to convert them into Photoshop actions, you're more than welcome to.

The colors are named, in order of appearance above: Sapphire, Tanzanite, Azurite, Alexandrite, Moonstone, Aquamarine, Bloodstone, Ruby, Entropy, Blue Moon, and Lily. You can read more about them under the cut.

DOWNLOAD (sfs)

(btw I made the Gemstone colors and the Alien black and brown a year ago, and I made Ruby and Lily this year, which is why they're in separate folders in the .zip)

The Gemstone colors were inspired by, of course, gemstones. They were my first attempt at making a hair color palette of my own. Out of them all, Moonstone, Bloodstone, and Alexandrite are my favorites.

I wanted to go for something fantastical. I also wanted to push GIMP's Curve function to the limit and see how many shades I could put into one color without it looking like garbage.

I use Bloodstone, Moonstone, and Aquamarine as Red, Blond, and Grey respectively in my (still hypothetical) Alien hair color family.

Entropy - intended to be alien "black", a very desaturated indigo color. since Alien sims born in game typically have black hair genetics (unless using a pt mod that changes this), I wanted it to really stand out against both the Maxis mint green and any alternative Alien themed skin tones despite its overall 'plainness'.

Blue Moon - intended to be alien "brown", I wanted to go for a color that was strange and unsettling in comparison to human brown hair. I think I originally intended it to be more blue but it came out more desaturated teal instead. Attempts to change this made it too similar to Entropy for my liking, so I left it as it is.

These colors were originally created and named after the sims I specifically made them for, and I was going to use them only on a small handful of hairs. But I liked the shades so much that I decided to incorporate them into my personal palette. And so, with that in mind, it didn't feel right to keep them to myself.

'Lily' maintained its name as a color, but 'Ruby' was renamed to what it is now. In my game I bin them as Brown and Black respectively because they're meant to be considered 'dyes' in-universe and I wanted to be able to make their associated sims in CAS without having to make them go to the mirror in-game every time I put them in a new hood, but you can do whatever you want with them lol.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Multiverse Police (pt.3)

JL very soon finds out there's no reasoning or controlling this particular brand of crazy. Amity, as they like to call themselves - 'Because saying Interdimensional Law Enforcement every time is long and ILE is boring', Dani explains to them - do whatever they want and deem necessary, and no one can stop them.

They have bargained with the US government to let their whole town stay for a week in Illinois like one would ask to stay in a hotel room. They have all but swiped all the tech shops in the nearby area, and somehow, they had real, actual money to pay for it, despite not even originating from this dimension. They claimed it was due to the Ghost - or God, the opinions were mixed - of Time making it work. They visited a bunch of people. Heroes, that was.

One memorable visit was one they paid to Flashes. Vlad, the mayor of Amity Park and unofficial leader of ILE, and Tucker, a kid with an insane knowledge on all and every kind of tech, performed a whole lecture to Flash family as well as their friends and colleagues, on importance of safety while time-traveling, the best ways to fix the timelines and even on upgrades to their costumes.

The other important visit was the one they paid to Diana, although that one was not so climactic - Jazz just gave her a bunch of letters and a card with a summoning sigil on it. 'It's for Pandora, she enjoys having a cup of tea with Themyskirians,' the redhead claimed.

Now, it was Batman's turn, it seems.

Danny was standing - more like floating - in front of Red Hood. They were at the Watchtower since Batman did not like Amity coming to Gotham. In his opinion, that would be just calling for trouble, and both Valerie - head of ILE security - and the records of other Batmans said he was not wrong.

"Yeah, this one's fucked up," Danny says after almost three minutes of looking straight at Hood, and the man huffs:

"Thanks, I got that part," he throws back, but Danny just laughs softly.

"No, sorry, I didn't mean it as you personally. Just, like, compared to the other Red Hoods I've met. At least you're not fucked up beyond reason, I can still help you," the ghost boy says cheerfully and claps his hands, "Ready to get rid of the boiling rage in your veins?"

And, before either Hood or Batman can say anything, he reaches his hands inside Jason, and the man tenses up, holding his breath. Batman hovers close - he's read about the same kind of procedure being performed by Danny on other versions of Jason in the files, but reading about it and witnessing it is two entirely different things.

Danny's hands start turning green. The same thing he did with the portal before happens again: glowing, Lazarus green flows up his hands, like veins outside his skin. Only this time, it's not as bright as the portal was. It's murky and dull.

A few seconds later, Danny slowly takes his hands out of Red Hood's chest, and Bruce is really glad he was standing so close because Jason all but falls down to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Batman holds him by the shoulder, keeping him up, but Danny shakes his head:

"No, he better sit down. He's probably gonna feel lightheaded for a few minutes. Oh, and catch," he throws something to Batman, which he catches on reflex. It's a weird, jello-like substance of dark, dirty green color, almost like a stress ball.

"What is it?" He asks, and Danny grins:

"A souvenir. That's his Pit Rage," he nods to Red Hood.

"My what?!" Jason snaps his head to the ball in Batman's hands.

"The parts that made it actual Rage. Think, like, an infection, or a parasite, or just- You know what, it's what you get when some crazy asshole bathes you in ghost sewers," Danny shrugs, completely disregarding the face expressions Batman and Red Hood are giving him. "Speaking of which, do you wanna come with us when we get rid of those Lazarus Pits of yours?"

There's a bit of silence, before Red Hood breathes out:

"Hell, yes."

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I'll be writing another part with Amity getting rid of Ra's and Lazarus Pits, yeah. In the meantime, Sam is looking for Constantine to give him a slap on the hand because all the John Constantine's pieces of soul were like a massive jigsaw puzzle to her, considering there's more than one John Constantine and all of them can't stop selling their fucking souls even for a minute and Sam is so done.

Tucker and Tim are nerding out in WE with no sleep or food, Damian gets to play with Cujo, Kon is discussing clones' trials and tribulations with Dani, Jazz is giving Supes a long overdue lecture on how to treat clones, Dan is looking for someone to fight - so far he's found Captain Marvel but he knows he is just a kid so instead of actual fighting they are playing Mario Cart - Val is having fun with Arrows because sharp shooters gotta stick together, and Vlad had abandoned all of his responsibilities and is hiding in Lex Luthor's penthouse, discussing cat breeds and how annoying heroes can be.

Paulina made her way into Gotham without anyone noticing and befriended Harley and Sirens, so Batman may or may not find a particular clown dead when he comes back to his city. Dash is actually not up for trouble, so he is on duty in Amity Park, doing tours for all the curious people who got interested in ghost town and decided to visit. GIW agents are in the process of locating all the Pits, Maddie is elbow deep in a scientific discussion with Martian Manhunter, Jack is upgrading the Amity Ship with all the new tech he's got, and Cyborg is keeping watch on him.

Did I forget anyone? I most likely did.

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[hellyeahsickaf]

The way addicts and chronically ill people are dehumanized is so exhausting

The normalization of this shit in medical and casual settings is genuinely mind boggling. Addicts and disabled people go through so much bullshit. I've dealt with many fucked up doctors when I just needed help

I had a kidney infection, some months back. This is always extremely medically urgent, and I was likely only hours from sepsis. I went to the hospital reporting my pain to be a 9/10. 9 because my 10 was gallstones. I experienced severe malpractice at the hospital and the doctor reported exams that never occured and false information while making me wait with nothing more than tylenol to hold me over (didn't touch the pain) and bring my fever down but that's a whole other story

They did however, deny me the pain medication I needed until it was time to go home. I'm deathly allergic to NSAIDS, but that's something an addict might say so they witheld pain relief because they'd rather me suffer just in case I'm a different kind of sick. An entire night, maybe 6 hours in the ER and they couldn't give me anything, not a small dose of morphine or one norco even a few hours prior to take the edge off of the pain while I was curled up shaking and crying. Just in case I was an addict looking for my fix, and my suffering was just withdrawals and good acting. In that case maybe I deserved it and should be denied my humanity. God forbid in that case I'm so desperate to alleviate unbearable withdrawals that I spend all night in the ER crying. Not the first time I've experienced red tape just to get relief from excruciating pain

But whatever. As per protocol I was asked to follow up with my pcp. So a few days later I called to set an appointment, but I'd also run out of norco and desperate to relieve the pain I asked if I could be filled even enough for a few days, until the pain was bearable. I had difficulty walking, laying down, and I again, can't take most pain relievers. The receptionist was nice and understanding, actually got me in touch with the doctor because she wanted me to be able to get my refill. Probably heard the pain in my voice even. She believed me

She transfers me over to the doctor and I tell him I'd like a follow up and ask if he could fill my painkillers. I would've acceped a no from him, I just needed my follow up. He asked about my condition, I told him my diagnosis and how much pain I was in

And he laughed.

Got a real hoot out of it, like he had me all figured out. Like he caught me trying to cheat the system. I must be trying to get high or make some money with a few days worth of norco as i'm nearly in tears from the pain even while calling

He tells me through his laughter "I don't prescribe painkillers for 'kidney infections'" saying it with a mocking emphasis on those words, as if I'd said "stubbed toe". Follows with "Yeah haha, bye." and hangs up on me. No follow up like I called for. Needless to say I no longer have a pcp but truly if he thought I was an addict trying to take advantage of him he should have still treated me professionally. Maybe not cackled when I said my pain was excruciating for a start

I just don't understand why the hell so many doctors can be so apathetic to people's suffering. Addicts deserve better and so do disabled people- whether you think they're addicts or not. The assumption that we're lying, trying to trick them and are feigning pain to do it is disgusting, listening to your patients is so important. And if that were the case they could have some sympathy and ask themselves what it would take for someone to go those lengths, take such drastic measures and go through that trouble to obtain those substances.

Addiction is not a moral failing. Many disabled and chronically ill people unfortunately rely on medications that have addictive properties. About 80% of heroin addicts first misused prescription drugs. However only about 4-6% of those addicted to prescription drugs switch to things like heroin. And instead of help or compassion for people who just need help (addicts or not), they just figure we're one in the same and treat us like subhuman degenerates, leeches on society. And I think people need to change how they view addiction. Doctors need to change how they view addiction

[hbheavensent]

Beelzebub/Vortex

Boy oh boy they are so deceptively healthy!!! Let's get into it ⋆.˚

For Bee's design, I really wanted to keep her general "overwhelming" look. I've always sorta loved how Beelzebub looks, it makes a lot of sense for the Gluttony Sin to be A LOT to look at. That being said, I took away her fire motif as that is sorta given to too many characters and I changed her colors to match her "formal" look (which I HEAVILY prefer). I also put a little splatter marking around her mouth like she has food on her muzzle, which I think is sorta cute :333 ALSO I wanted to bring in the BEE in her design, esp her Big Fuckoff Demonic form. So I turned her normal tail into a little stinger in both looks and kept the antenna on her ears. I also decided a horrible maw of teeth on the underside of her tummy is a good move, just in general it adds some body horror. Also, naturally, I put some meat on her bones and she will no longer be ✨weirdly fatphobic✨. She can be chubby and still the hottest girl in the room and it's weird that she was skinny in the first place. As for her personality, I still want her to be surface level very pleasant and fun loving. For sure some mean girl vibes and very manipulative as all temptations are. She's the type to get someone high and one they're having a Shitty Time to leave them alone because they're a "buzzkill". Her dating Vortex is a majority because she's bored and she's had other partners in the past. Of all of the sins she's the one that "hangs with the color class" the most. Once Vortex doesn't scratch that itch for her, she'll be gone pretty quickly without a any real explanation. She's always chasing honey so to speak, a new high. I also wanted to focus in on her making The Pounds in Gluttony for Hellhounds, like I touched on in Loona's post. She not only is the reason for so many orphans/unwanted Hellhound pups, making parents of these kids be in compromised positions and having them addicted to substances, but she also made the shithole that the pups would go to. And while there's something to be said about her making the thing in the first place, she only cared enough to create the idea and not monitor it, why would she? Hellhounds live and die so fast, she's eternal, it's a speck to her despite her having more empathy than most sins.

At the very least, she's not judgmental, she knows that it certainly isn't her place to be. This is also probably a good place to talk a bit about what I'm doing WITH the sins. I'm going with the telling of them being former Angels that fell after The Apple Thing. Lucifer being the only one acting of his own volition to DO The Apple Thing and basically groom Lilith and Eve into a relationship before they even had FREE WILL (why does not one talk about that?? help????) Anyway, Bee was the third to fall and it was mostly due to messing with Earth's Plants and MAKING illicit substances able to be made. * I MIGHT change that, since in The Bible, Beelzebub falls because they go against Adam's wishes but it doesn't make sense with the timeline I'm workin with * The Sins are destined to be what they are the second Sin is created, Beelzebub can't help how she acts as much as Mammon couldn't help picking up a dollar on the ground. It's a compulsion at the end of the day and an eternal punishment that SOME have taken better than others. Bee is a prime example of leaning into it fully and trying to keep upbeat, sure she may never see Heaven again but she's having a hell of a time. Just hope she never gets sober or has a party go poorly because THAT is when it's dangerous. (I plan to showcase this eventually and give her a reason to dislike Loona/Blitz). But there's more Sin Stuff to get into laterer and NOT right now. AS FOR VORTEX, my sweet boy. I always really liked how normal he was in cannon. Just a Good Dude who can be a bit silly, which is exactly the type of guy Bee would go for (this century). Vortex comes from an Actually Together Family in the Lust ring and still works for Verosika as a guard when she's in Hell (currently reworking succubus magic so we'll get there when we get there). So, due to his family, Vortex is accidentally sort of ignorant of how MOST Hellhounds live. Loona has a earring in her ear where her Pound Tag was ripped out, Vortex has a earring there because he saw a bunch of other Hellhounds doing that and only realized after that fact because of Loona WHY Hellhounds have earrings there. Vortex also sorta fell into this relationship with Bee, and he very much sees it more seriously than she does. I don't think Loona talking to him about it would be enough to convince him that Bee is a bad person, sorta has rose colored lenses on for his girlfriend, but this is a DOOMED relationship. For Vortex's look, I didn't change much really- I just realized he looks SO much like Loona. Literally "siblings or dating". So. That sums up what I did with him besides what's literally in the image.

AND as a treat for such a longggg post-

Here's the silly height lineup we have so far

[quibbs126]

So I was attempting to practice the Cyberverse style Optimus and Megatron, though as you can see, I got a bit distracted at the bottom left, and sort of just had to put something else to fill up space

I actually started practicing yesterday at work, drawing on my cardboard sheets, so it meant I was a bit more practiced when I started here. Though annoyingly, since I elected to not go over my pencil sketches with pen, I could barely make out details in the drawings, and I could barely tell what I was doing on Megatron

It was also going to be more than just their heads, but not only was Optimus’ body taking up most of the canvas already, I wasn’t really sure how to draw it at the time. The stuff at the bottom right may have been for filling up space, but I also did need to try and at least practice their bodies

*sigh* the real struggle is making them 3D things. It’d be so much easier to figure out the shapes if I didn’t have to. But oh well, comes with the territory I suppose

But back to it, I think I did alright with the head sketches? They aren’t bad, but they feel slightly off, like I haven’t quite got them looking right

I probably need more practice, and to actually draw them full body. Also probably wouldn’t hurt to look at more Cyberverse fanart for more exposure to the style

I probably also need to start actually drawing characters more consistently, instead of drawing sketches of characters once and then never doing it again. It means I never fully get the hang of it and I keep not really making much of substance

But yeah, I feel like drawing them again at a later date, possibly even with lineless. I just don’t know what to draw them doing

But anyways, on to the bottom left

So I had finished the sketches, and my brain was like “well since we’re here, and we have helm designs right there, we could try making up fankid designs?” and eventually I gave in and decided to start sketching. I knew it’d end up on the final product anyways, but I had to give in to my impulses

Sorry, I’m sure people are sick of me bringing up this sort of stuff

Then with my first attempt, I ended up with something I actually quite liked. So I was like, might as well fully line and color

I still like the original sketch, so I’m gonna put it here, and also since I feel like the vibes are slightly different from the final

But then a problem arose after lining and going to colors. Namely that I had designed this on a whim and I had no deep thought as to what colors to use

After some tries I ended up with what you see here, but I’m not sure if I want to keep these colors. I’m not sure it fits the vibe the original sketch had

The blue middle piece I’m especially not sure on. I think it looks off, but I don’t know what to color it

Oh also, his purple isn’t exclusive to his helm, it’s his main color for the rest of his body too. At least that’s how it is in my head right now

Also as you may notice between the sketch and final, the eye shadow came later, mostly because I thought he didn’t have enough Megatron in his face. But also because of that, I hadn’t made the eyes and eyebrows with that in mind. So if I draw him again, those’ll get tweaked

I still in general don’t know if he looks enough like Megatron. I suppose I should be wondering more if he should look more like Optimus, since general shape wise he takes far more from Megs, but I’m also aware plenty of his colors stray more towards Optimus anyways

Oh yeah also, he has blue eyes here, but I really don’t know about that. I wanted to give him something other than blue or red, purple being my initial choice, but I was struggling with the colors in general and so right now he has blue. It works but I wonder if it looks too much like a fusion of their eyes

He needs more work, just like Overdrive I think. But he is here

No clue his name. I wasn’t even sure about his gender until drawing made me think “oh yeah that’s a guy”. I do have a name in my brain for a megop kid, that being Starcutter (which the two probably didn’t pick), but I don’t know if that works for him

I do think I’m going with that idea I posed yesterday (well not yesterday, but yesterday I said “what if I put it in Cyberverse?”) of him being the secret megop love child that no one but Megs knows about

I don’t know anything about him other than he’s probably on the Autobot half of Cybertron but was never really involved in the war much. To involve him in any plot, he probably comes over to Iacon after the war to try and make some name for himself

Also another idea is that he and Megatron met again during his multiverse adventures, in some universe where he was actually raised by Megatron, possibly where the Autobots and Decepticons never split because Optimus was able to properly reason with Megatron. They didn’t take him on their multiverse adventures, probably because Megatron knows he exists in his own universe and doesn’t know how to handle two versions, but also possibly because he died, I don’t know. But it was these encounters that led to Megatron attempting to search him out when he returned to his own universe. This also means Dead End and maybe Astrotrain knows about the kid’s existence, but they’re under the assumption they only exist in these wildly different universes, not their own. Which may lead to shenanigans

But yeah I haven’t solidified anything else really I don’t think. Should work on a name

And I think that’s about it for now? Yeah I should draw more Cyberverse I guess

[fungalittlefreak]

Hi very nervous to ask this cause I'm not sure if it sounds like a request or not? I don't usually send these in but with your post where you mentioned drugged sex I was wondering what you thought of the ninja? Like whether it's them being drugged and doing the drugging and if so who likes which? Again so sorry on the phrasing I'm not sure how to ask it without it sounding like a request or writing prompt since you've already got so many😭 I hope you have a good day! Love your writing and i hope you get through your requests and work nicely!! 🎉🎉

hi anon !! thank you for the ask, love, and support <33 this sounds like a question to me so i will answer it real quick, might expand on it later. i also added the other characters in my masterlist as a bonus ! when i say "drugged sex" this could mean a spectrum of substances, from being drunk on alcohol to being doped up on opioids. i want you guys to be aware that the spectrum is quite large.

minors: do not interact !

lloyd

might like high sex. he's probably the type to get all dopey when he's stoned and weed is kind of an aphrodisiac (if i recall correctly), so that's his kind of drugged sex.

kai

likes sex when he's drunk or high, i have a thing i had a vague idea for in my drafts for him with that, actually. drunk sex with him is lowkey kind of silly but you'd love him for it.

cole

kind of isn't the type to be under the influence of anything to have sex—but chocolate can become an aphrodisiac with the right ingredients, so you never know. (let him know whenever you have edibles. he'll become a munch).

zane

bro is a nindroid. he cannot get high. or drunk. but he's a freak !!! if you give consent to him sober that he can do anything he wants with you when you're under the influence of anything, he will do whatever he wants !!

jay

the type to trust you to give him anything and believe you'll take care of him. he's also a freak.

nya

likes drunk sex, she's the giggly type. she's a dom and tops her partners half the time so, take that information however you want.

pixal

also cannot get high or drunk ! very similar to zane but less "are you sure you want to trust the nindroid ?" and more "she'll inject you with some sedative for experimentation so if you trust her so be it"

ronin

kind of a horndog when he's drunk. would prefer you sober unless you're just as flirtatious as he is under the influence of something so you match his freak.

garmadon

the type to be sober and be the one to give you sedatives. he likes the pliant submission you take on.

harumi

nah, she prefers sober sex over anything.

morro

THIS GUY IS SUCH A FREAK !! will initiate under whatever substance he's on, he does not care about anything other than getting off with you. if you say no at first he will try to convince you until you're adamant and strict with your "no". then he'd be a whiny idiot. morro is so into dubious consent he's such a WEIRDOOO !! A BRATTY FREAKAZOID !!

shhh no i am not exhibiting favouritism who told you that

[flo-zoinks]

How would the gang react if you reveal ur a time traveler

Okily dokily!!!!

HOW EACH RDR2 GNG MEMBER WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING A TIME-TRAVELER (MY OPINION)

This is VERY vague. So I'm going to imagine this scenario you're from 1920 USA with lots of inside info on the vld gang cuz theres more I can do w that lol, and a person similar to John in terms of age/likeness/physicality. Imagine this is aprx chap 2.

Arthur - probably not have many questions really, just ask you why you'd come to this time of all times (he thinks you're stupid)

Hosea - only asks if John finally left with his family, and if everything actually does fall to bits. Doesn't really care for asking how he dies himself - In fact he doesn't want you to tell him

Dutch - Immediately asks if he dies for an ideal, or if he becomes someone of great reverence post mortem. When he doesn't like the answer he says he can't be kept by the lines society has decided for him so will disobey and flee "like Cain was once he was shun"

Reverend - says you're either deep in substances or have demons in you. Insists you must be a satanic lunatic and leaves with his head up. Later drunk he reveals he worries you're real and asks if God ever gives him a chance

Pearson - "heh...lemme guess...I'm in the books..ain't I?" "Ok you're lying though"

Sadie - asks when she will die and see Jake, and (if before this) asks if she gets to avenge his death

Charles - questions only on the land, and if the colonists finally destroy all of it by then, and on behalf of the natives. Otherwise tells you he's not interested in what will be otherwise

Micah - knows he's in the history books, so just walks off trying to be nonchalant. "Then I guess you know who I am.." (hes really close and breathing quite loudly)

Abigail - forgets herself to bombard you with questions about Jack and John, if they ever move away, if Jack grows up proper and they live till old. She starts sobbing after

Jack (1907) - wants to know if he becomes a writer, then whilst embarrassed quietly asks if his Father stays for real this time. Later tells you about a book he read with a similar premise. Your answer makes him quiet and hee doesnt speak for a while

John - Can't even think of what to ask, so just says like "ok- do-" then says he'll get back to you when he has something good to ask. Later: "wait-wait I got a good one... (some stupid question about future inventions)"

Trelawny - "I am a magician, too! I suppose we are both similar as such.." however he gets too freaked out and goes back to his family for a while

Javier - IMMEDIATELY only wants to know about the Mexican Revolution; was it successful? Did his family live? Does he return to Mexico? He refuses to believe your answer about him in Mexico in 1911 working for the government, insisting he would never pick that over his own life. Refuses to believe John would be the one to kill him, too. Angrily storms off after threatening you if you spit lies like that again (even if you proved to him ur fr)

Bill - gets scared of you thinking you have some other powers too, but then tries to toughen up and look unafraid. Demands, asks to know if becomes respected and feared in the future. Air punches when he hears he runs his own gang, then just looks straight up HURT hearing John kills him (trying to mask it) "But why wouldn't we be friends?"

Uncle - "you should be well aware then...of when the Lumbago gets to me.. where in the history books is that?"

Molly - quietly asks if everyone grows to like her (very embarrassed). She gets silent after your answer and goes to sit far away in camp for a while. Dutch later says to you that "you better not have put her in some mood"

Karen - says shes too sober for this, promptly grabs a drink and tells you she doesn't have anything to ask, but wishes she did. Avoids you afterwards fearing she was too open with you then.

Tilly - asks if she has a run-in with the foreman boys again. Otherwise then that she asks what cool things have been invented since

Mary-Beth - fascinated by future books, and asks if you have a novel from the future you could show her. She doesn't believe she could ever be a writer so doesn't ask.

Grimshaw - thinks you're a freak for coming here, saying "we are doing just fine! She does inquire about her girls though, if they all do well. She grows very strict with Karen there on, but also nicer

Sean - "do I become the big dog of the camp? Replace ol' king Arthur? Hahaha" a string of random questions , giving you no time to answer each one. He actually walks off before you can answer them thinking of more questions

Lenny - starts thinking if its okay to know about the future before responding, if theres no consequences, or if we as people should be able to. Decides he's better safe then sorry, and asks camp to be responsible. Dutch and him debate this

Kieran - asks if they finally accept him, and if the O'Driscolls come back. Grows very anxious at your response and spends the day cleaning the horses whilst trying to gather his thoughts to act upon.

[thelovelydoggycatmadi]

A comprehensive thought dump by two idiots about MCD season 1 upon recent rewatch 9 years later.

Aphblr has lied to me.

for years I have been told that Jessica Bravura’s Minecraft diaries is the superior watch to her other main series Mystreet which is just simply untrue as of my rewatch of the series 9 years after watching it for the first time.

true to the art form and writing style popular at the time MCD is a jumbled mess of things just happening with no clear connection and in some cases direction.

so many wasted opportunities because we are put promptly into the perspective of Aphmau. A character with very little substance and is shaped by the characters around her rather than the characters own actions.

the most interesting characters and concepts remaining firmly in the background. Such as Dale and Molly’s struggle with their daughter being turned into a shadow knight.

Brian’s sudden and barely built up betrayal of his family.

Kiki’s daughter being Zane lets be so real that child is literally just Zianna 2.0 (oh but Madi she’s a werewolf! Idc Cope.)

to Logan and Donna’s love story.

Most characters in the for front don’t talk about there own trauma’s or really anything there feeling outside of there love feelings for or about Aphmau.

Even as the production value went up I find the most interesting arc is the pikoro arc. As it showed genuine comradely between our main characters and established a clear dynamic. Only for the Scaleswind war arc to completely ruin that by making Garroth lose all rational thinking and an extreme entitlement to Aphmau. Writing it as if Zane brainwashed it doesn’t make the uncomfortable and frustration go away.

Zane was a good villain, while motives are fairly unclear he had a genuine presence and had fairly smart well executed plans. (Ein is definitely not a better villain.)

Something that stuck out to me; was how much of the plot probably could’ve been solved with the poorly thought out magic system, specifically Kawaii-Chan.

Kawaii-Chan practices forbidden soul magic and is able to give inanimate objects a conscious. So Lion point out something interesting; couldn’t she just trap parts of the main characters soul in a doll and just, save them incase the worst happens? Imagine what she could do with relics.

Every time Lucinda is on screen I fear what comes out of her mouth. Because I’m just going to ask later “why can’t she just do this?”.

anyway here’s a list of our favorite characters in no particular order;

chicken shamen

Brendan

Logan

Yip

Donna

Katelyn

[matchaxberries]

Hello :) May I please have megumi from jujutsu kaisen x gn!reader but with female parts? It's not super important to me how you go about the plot specifics, but something like hurt/comfort? A healthy mix of fluff and smut probably. Thank you bestie<3

His Bunny

Megumi Fushiguro x Gn!Reader

One-shot, Requested, NSFW (smut)

Summary: (Y/n) and Megumi are sent on a small mission to scout out an abandoned hospital. With the suspicion there would be no cursed spirits, or no danger, only they were sent. That turns around for them when they split up to two different hallways. Megumi makes up for it later on, to (y/n).

Warnings: Reader described with female anatomy, Established relationship, I am bad at smut, blood and slight gore descriptions (not extreme), injured reader, angst into fluff into smut, oral (reader receiving), slight degradation, praise, pet name “bunny”, slight edging, slight begging, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie? I think that’s all?

(A/N) I know who you are anon :3 It is my friend guys they love me. Megumi might be a bit ooc, I actually do not like him that much. But I will write my heart out for you. I’m trying to think about how to go about this, so pretend you and Megumi were on a mission alone to investigate an abandoned hospital, with the intentions of not finding any cursed spirits and only to do a quick browse.

A groan slips through (y/n)‘s lips, “I thought we would have the day off today, this sucks.” They make their way through a slightly crumbled door, the framing of it cracked, and debris from the top lays at the bottom of it for them to step over. Megumi keeps his hands in his pockets as he steps over the rock and debris. He’s usually quiet, and doesn’t say too much back. But, (y/n) knows that’s just how he is, and doesn’t mind leading the conversations for them both. “Make sure you pay close attention. Even if we think there’s no cursed spirits, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.” He comments, watching (y/n) walk around without much thought.

“I know to be careful, Megumi.” They pout at him, lightly kicking a small rock around. “It’s weirdly quiet, don’t you think?” They ask, looking up at him. He gives a small nod, placing his hand on top of their head, “we should go down opposite hallways to clear more ground, we will meet back up here in thirty if we don’t find anything.” He ruffles their hair lightly, turning and making his way down the hallway to their right. (Y/n) let’s out a hum, going to the left of them.

(Y/n) comes across quite a lot of rooms, glancing into a few briefly. “I don’t sense anything or see anything…” They mumble to themself, deciding to go into a random room that was oddly blocked in by rubble. They rest their hand over top of the pile, pulling themself over it swiftly, hitting the floor on the other side with a small click of their shoes. They look at the wall, as it’s covered in spray paint and graffiti. “Geez, way to disrespect property...” They trace the paint on the wall with their finger, as a sudden rumbling starts.

Their eyes quickly flick to the source of the sound, locking eyes with many spray painted eyes, that begin forming into real ones all over the wall. The wall begins popping out with disgusting noises, purple and bumpy skin like substances forming around the big eyes. Arms begin to take form, as it pulls itself from the wall. (Y/n) starts backing away in shock, eyes still locked into the spirit’s multiple ones. They bump against the pile of rocks and debris at the entrance, putting a hand on it to jump out of the room and run to Megumi for help, but they’re cut short as a large purple hand smacks above them, causing more rubble to fall and block in the area they were able to slip in through before. “Dammit.” They quickly curse to themselves, going to put their hands together to start their technique, but they went too slow, as the large purple hand comes down onto themself, crashing and rumbling the room around them.

Megumi glances around himself, feeling the sudden pressure of cursed energy. Along with the rumbling beneath his feet, he starts running back down where he came from, into the main area, the rumbling slightly getting louder, he stops for a quick moment putting his hands together, “Demon dogs!” His black shikigami forming at the shadow of his feet, snarling and running down the hall (y/n) had gone down. Megumi feels a pit form in his stomach, swallowing hard and following his dog down the hall.

Purple energy thickens the air as he comes to a stop at a door covered with rocks, and debris. His dog butting into it as it crumbles down, Megumi quickly rushes in seeing (y/n) grasped in the large spirit’s hand. Multiple eyes snap to Megumi, with an almost disgusting noise. It’s hand comes down to hit Megumi the same as it did (y/n), but his shikigami jumps up biting through its arm, “(Y/n!)” Megumi calls out, but he receives no response. The pit in his stomach getting heavier, as he desperately hopes you’re okay.

The cursed spirit is finally defeated after some time, Megumi panicking as (y/n) lays against the wall. He runs up closer to them, crouching down. He lightly grabs their face, lifting it up to inspect them. Blood dripping from their mouth, and eyes shut closed. Their limbs are completely limp, and their head is heavy in his hands. “Don’t die, don’t do that to me.” He mumbles to himself, lifting them up and going as quick as he can to get you somewhere to be patched up.

A groan sounds from (y/n)‘s lips. Their ears filled with sounds of birds chirping, and a light breathing near them. They sit up suddenly, but pain shoots to their head. “Fuck…” they let out, hands meeting their head, holding it tight. They blink a few times, looking around them. They recognize their own shared room with Megumi. They don’t recognize the bandages wrapped tightly around their mid-section, wrapped over their shoulder, and the few regular patches of bandaids on their face. They glance over to a sleeping Megumi, slumped over in a chair.

(Y/n) gives a small sigh, of relief and worry. They throw their legs over the bed facing the other direction, throat dry, and mouth feeling like cotton. As their feet meet the cold floor, they begin to fall forward, eyes wide. A pair of arms quickly wrap around their waist, pulling them back up, and to the bed. “Be careful, (y/n).” Megumi states, stoic expression as usual, but under his eyes there’s dark lines, and a bandage placed over his cheek. (Y/n) reaches their hand up to his face, lightly rubbing the cheek that isn’t bandaged up. “I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.” They say, throat croaking. “Don’t apologize to me, I was so worried, (y/n).” He begins, “you’ve been asleep for four days, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.” His hand shaking lightly, as he brings it up to meet theirs, which still rests against his cheek. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t get there in time. You still were hurt because of me, we shouldn’t of split up.” He starts ranting lightly, something he does when worried. “Megumi, shh… It’s okay, we’re both okay.” (Y/n) pets his hair, bringing him into their own chest.

Megumi let’s out a small satisfactory sigh, and he allows himself to be dragged into a laying position on the bed with them, wrapping his arms around their torso. He keeps his head stuffed in their chest, breathing in their scent that he missed. He didn’t want to lay by them, and accidentally hurt them, so he’s waited to do anything but hold their hand while they were resting. (Y/n) continues to pet his hair, thinking for a bit while doing so. “Megumi,” they start, “Yes?” He replies quickly, looking up at them from his position in their chest.

“I know how you can make up for getting me hurt…” They pout, with a small teasing frown. Megumi sits up in the bed, crossing his legs. He looks at them, with a tilt of his head. “What is it?” He questions, not realizing the teasing intent of their words. (Y/n) sits themself up slowly, leaning back against the headboard. They lightly grab Megumi by the hair, pulling him forward. He allows it and falls over top of them, keeping himself up by his arm at either side of them, his body in between their legs. He stares into their eyes, still waiting for an answer. (Y/n) continues to run their fingers through his black hair, “don’t make me spell it out for you, Megumi.” They pout. He takes a moment to consider their position, looking down at himself between their legs. A light blush spreads to his ears, “whatever you’d like, bunny.” He places a gentle kiss to their lips, not wanting to shake them too much. Today, he will be much gentler than usual. He owes them, of course.

Megumi slips his hands into their shirt, pulling it gently up over their head, making sure not to mess with any bandages. (Y/n) only lets out a small hum, feeling the cool air hit their body that’s now been exposed. Megumi makes his way to their chest, rubbing his thumb over their sensitive tip. He begins to lay kisses, and light bites down their neck, and down the shoulder that isn’t damaged. (Y/n) keeps their hands tangled in his hair, letting out deep breaths of air.

“Megumi-“ (y/n) starts, as he presses his knee against their still clothed heat. Grinding it lightly against it, he hums into their neck continuing to leave his marks and bites all over it.

Another few seconds later, he’s down in between their legs, stripping them of their first layer of clothes, the only layer left is thin, the only thing keeping him from dipping himself into their folds. He runs a finger along the fabric, right over their entrance. (Y/n) let’s out a small moan, biting their own lip to keep themselves from unfolding so quickly, to keep from begging Megumi to just use their throbbing cunt already. “You’re already this wet, bunny?” He questions them, feeling the wetness through their underwear. “Be still, I don’t want to hurt your head.” He sits up a bit more than he was, to move a pillow behind them so they aren’t making hard contact with the headboard behind them. He quickly makes his way back down though, placing his fingers right where they belong.

He continues to tease through the fabric, rubbing and even licking at it every so often. “Megumi, please…” (Y/n) pouts. “Hm? I can’t hear you.” He continues rubbing their sensitive bud with his fingers, amused at the wetness soaking their underwear. (Y/n)‘s desperate pleas and moans fill the air. Megumi let’s out a small chuckle against their cunt, sending vibrations straight to their core. (Y/n) grips his hair a bit harder, forcing his face down into their underwear. He continues to lick at the fabric, earning more tugs and whines at his locks. He uses his free finger to pull the underwear to the side, diving right into their warm entrance. He uses one finger at their clit, rubbing it in circular motions as his tongue does the rest inside of them. (Y/n) let’s out moans of his name, and tugs at his hair as he stays right in between their thighs. Pushing them against his head lightly, back arching slightly at the continuous pleasure.

Megumi feels himself throb from the way their walls clench around his tongue. His stomach heating up, sending heat straight to his length still tucked away in his pants. He stops eating at them for a moment, “So desperate to cum on my tongue, aren’t you?” He comments. He earns a whine from (y/n), from suddenly stopping the continuous pleasure. He undoes the button of his jeans, pulling the waist band down slightly, along with his boxers. His erection jumping out as he takes it in his own free hand, the other hand to hold (y/n)’s thigh down, he goes back to work with his tongue, pushing deep into them. He lightly pumps his fist against his own length, earning low grunts from himself into (y/n)’s core. They begin to beg for their release, letting out pants and whines as they press their legs even tighter around Megumi’s head.

As soon as they feel that deep heat rushing to their stomach, Megumi pulls away. “Megumi!” They whine out, “I was so close…” They continue to whine, trying to stuff his face back into their dripping hole. He chuckles, rubbing his own pre-cum down his shaft. He moves up over them, hands pinned to their sides. “Do you want to finish, (y/n)?” He questions, rubbing his tip against their sensitive heat.

(Y/n) frantically nods, “please Megumi, I want to finish. Let me finish for you-“ they blabber out, already pathetic from barely any stimulation. Megumi continues to rub against them, dick twitching slightly from the friction he is gaining. He presses himself into (y/n), “only because you’re being so good, and because I owe it to you.” He continues pressing his length into them. (Y/n)’s walls flex around him, as he lets out a groan. He gets himself all the way in, beginning to thrust in and out of them lightly. He listens to their moans filling the air along with the wet squishing of their bodies coming together.

“Megumi! Please, more. I need you!” (Y/n) begs wrapping their legs around Megumi’s waist, and wrapping their arms around his neck. He continues his thrusts, keeping his speed and pace at a constant. He brings his hand to play with their chest, another hand gripping tightly at their waist to keep them in place for his thrusts. He’s biting his lip, knitting his brow together as small beads of sweat form at his hairline. “You’re such a good bunny, (y/n). So tight around my cock…” He groans, feeling his dick twitch, stomach tightening.

“Megumi! I’m gonna-“ (Y/n) begins, shaking ever so slightly under his grip. Their core flutters, gripping tightly around Megumi still fucking into their entrance. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and he pushes himself as far as he can, his thighs meeting theirs as he finishes deep inside of them, their own release coming at the same time. Moans and grunts sounding all around the room, Megumi takes a deep breath in, waiting for a moment before pulling his length back out of (y/n). When he pulls out, some of their mixer fluids begin to gush out, but he makes no hesitation in using his fingers to push it up back inside. “We can’t have my cum spilling out of you, keep it in there.” He chuckles, lightly pumping his fingers in and out of them for only a moment. (Y/n) whines, body aching and sensitive from the small touch.

Megumi comes back to the room with a warm and damp cloth. Kneeling back onto the bed and spreading (y/n)’s legs back apart. He hums as he cleans up the mess of their thighs, and makes sure to clean off their entrance as well. Nothing else is leaking out, so he praises them quickly. They whine at the contact, and sudden praise. Megumi’s boxers are already pulled back up, and he seemed to of changed into comfier pajama pants. His shirt is gone, and his muscles in his arms flex slightly as he continues cleaning (y/n) up. They watch as he finishes cleaning them, he sits the rag to the side walking over to a drawer at their dresser. He gets out a clean pair of underwear for them, and one of his own shirts.

He slides their now dirty underwear off them, which was only still on one leg. He slides the new pair up, fresh fabric meeting (y/n), and they let out a content sigh. Megumi chuckles at them slightly, pulling his own shirt over their head. “In the morning, you’ll be sore. From your wounds, and that, I’ll change all your bandages tomorrow.” (Y/n) replies with a nod, as Megumi pulls their comforter over them, sliding in by their side. He wraps his strong arms around their waist, very gently pulling them into himself. He nuzzles his head into their hair, sniffing lightly.

“I love you, Megumi.” (Y/n) mumbled. “I love you, (y/n).” He replies, as they both close their eyes and get ready for a much needed rest together.

Word count: 2,604

Character count: 14,300

(A/N 2) This took me kinda of forever to write. I’m rusty with smut, forgive me. A friend requested this, and gave me a list of things I could include in it, that’s why there’s a lot of things not mentioned in the ask. :3

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[shifterbee]

WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD

My Relationship With Reality Shifting

What I'm going to be talking about:

How I found out about shifting

My initial thoughts/ feelings about shifting

What led me to believe in shifting

Why I don't doubt that shifting is real

What doubts I do have (let's be honest, not everyone can be completely free of doubts)

My approach to shifting when I first started

My current approach to shifting

I didn't want this post to be too long so if you want/need me to explain anything further then let me know <3

Any trigger warnings will be in place wherever may be necessary <3

How it all started:

Like many people in this community, I first found out about shifting through TikTok in 2020. In my case, it was around mid-September when I was scrolling through my FYP and saw the video that changed my life forever.

OK, that was a bit dramatic, but you get the point. The video that I saw was this girl acting out something that she claimed happened in her DR. The scene went something like this (my memory is really blurry, so bear with me):

She had just shifted back to her DR, and It was during the battle at Hogwarts. there were a bunch of people coming up to her saying things like "Where did you go?" and "We missed you so much"(your typical 2020 misinformation). the battle was starting, and she looked at everyone and said, "I know what will help us. everyone close your eyes, trust me." IDK, I think she was trying to group shift everyone out of her DR???? either way it didn't work but when they opened their eyes the portals from Avengers Endgame(I think) started opening up and the Avengers stepped out of them. Her reaction to that was like "Well I guess that also works".

There might have been more to it, but that's all I can remember right now. Also PLEASE tell me if you also saw that video and/or remember who posted it. I wonder what they're doing now.

At first, I was a little confused, but then I looked at the tags and saw one that said: "reality shifting." at this time, my FYP was filled with a bunch of fanfic-related stuff, So I guess because of that, I just assumed that reality shifting was just a weird fanfic tope used in crossover fics. I was also sort of on DracoTok, so I wasn't really confused about why I would be seeing Harry Potter fanfic on my FYP.

I scrolled away from the video and didn't think much of it until a few days later when I looked up the tag and saw a bunch of videos with advice and methods on how to shift. at this point I was very confused and I was just thinking "Wait, are these people being fr". After scrolling through the tag for a bit I found a video explaining what it was.

I don't know who made that video. But one thing I do know is that I have never doubted the existence of shifting since.

Why I started believing:

I'm just going to use bullet points for this section. but if you want me to go into more detail about anything, let me know.

my prior knowledge/belief of out-of-body experiences (i.e. astral projection)

my belief that humans are always more powerful than what we usually think/believe.

Also, potential TW: brief mention of drugs

probably the biggest reason was a story I heard from a YouTuber about one of his friends who, after taking DMT, claimed to have lived in a forest with elves for 3 years and was able to give a detailed description of what happened in those 3 years. The story I'm talking about is about 10 minutes into this video I immediately thought of this story when I saw videos of people talking about their experiences in their DRs. And since this drug is something that can be naturally produced by the brain, it didn't seem like much of a stretch to suggest that you could trigger its production without taking any drugs.

I want to make it very clear that I am not promoting or encouraging the use of drugs/illegal substances in order to shift.

My approach to shifting then vs. now:

I have always treated shifting like a skill. At first, I thought that if I practiced the methods/techniques I learned from Shifttok enough, I would eventually have to shift.

Now, I treat shifting as something you allow yourself to do rather than force. It's kind of like sleeping. The more you try to force it, the less likely it's going to happen.

More recently, I have been focusing more on improving my confidence when it comes to my abilities. In my opinion, it is not enough to intend to do something you also have to have the confidence to be able to do it.

I think that is why most people aren't shifting. There are only so many times a person can fail at something and not lose their confidence.

End Notes:

I think that this is all I wanted to say. But, once again, if you want me to explain something, let me know what it is.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

september 1, 2021 5:00 p.m. newcrest hospital

[five hours later]

[dr. winters] so, you’re an interesting case.

[grant] don’t i know it?

[dr. winters] fortunately, the excellent news here is that your physical exam is overall outstanding.

[dr. winters] all your blood work and vitals are great, your eyesight’s correctable to normal, and you have no other underlying disease besides the autoimmune stuff.

[dr. winters] disclaimer that you should lay off the cigarettes, but...

[dr. winters] still, based on these factors, i see no real reason to deny your medical on physical grounds. the MRI of your spine was very concerning, but i did read the letter from your rheumatologist clearing you for work again, and you passed all my exams just fine, so it’s not an issue in my eyes unless your disease and/or functioning significantly worsen.

[grant] well, that’s...good?

[dr. winters] not so fast. don't get too excited. as much as i'd like to send you out with your medical today, i can’t.

[grant] alright. fair enough.

[dr. winters] i'm not denying you, to be clear. i'm deferring your case to federal administration.

[dr. winters] this is the unfortunate part. because you suddenly admitted to having previous substance abuse issues, have brand new mental health diagnoses, and are on some medications that are neither approved nor banned, it’s out of my hands.

[dr. winters] you would need a special issuance medical, which is only something the administration can give out.

[dr. winters] if you’re granted one, it is a full first-class medical and will clear you to fly and hopefully approve your current medications with no issues, but it will tag you as having health conditions, and it’ll probably place restrictions on your medical, like more frequent medical exams and no flying if you’re having x, y, and z symptoms.

[grant] okay, sure. what should i do next?

[dr. winters] well, i'll forward all the paperwork from you to them along with my reports from today. at some point, the administration will send you a whole bunch more paperwork in the mail, and they’ll ask you to explain all your medications, your psychiatric history, and why the hell you were diagnosed with multiple psychiatric disorders all at once and so late in life.

[dr. winters] whatever you say, be as honest as possible. i will gently remind you that lying to them is a felony.

[dr. winters] you’ll mail all your responses back to them, and then they’ll tell you to submit to a neurocognitive screen and a psychiatric evaluation. i can go ahead and refer you to doctors who can offer you those screenings. they'll also want statements from any psychiatrists and therapists you've seen basically confirming they think you're stable enough for this kind of employment.

[dr. winters] and finally, after they review all the new materials plus your flight records, you’ll either get approved or denied.

[grant] there's some hope?

[dr. winters] yes. you have held a medical before. you'll just have to jump through more hoops this time to prove your capabilities. worst case scenario you lawyer up and sue until you get results. and no, i'm not joking. in complex cases like yours, i often recommend a lawyer.

[grant] i don’t want a lawyer.

[dr. winters] at least not yet. don't count the legal route out. the worst worst case scenario is that you're denied. if they deny you and you feel that's unfair, the law is the only solution you have left.

[grant] got it. well, um, thanks for all your help. i guess i'll wait for new paperwork from the administration then. how long should the whole process to take, assuming it all goes smoothly?

[dr. winters] oh, it won't go smoothly. your case will sit on someone’s desk until the file rots or the sun blows up, whichever comes first, unless you call incessantly. so, do that. call, call, and call again until someone does something with it.

[dr. winters] and maybe you’ll get a final decision in...

[dr. winters] six months? a year? hopefully not longer than that.

[lacyberpatate]

Hiii :D For the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask I have multiple questions, is that okay? *asks them anyway* 🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write? 💖 What made you start writing? 👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Hi Flower ❁ Thank you for asking not one but THREE questions?! :D

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

By instinct I would have said during the day but that's because I differentiate writing the rough draft and then really writing it.

The rough draft tend to be on the evening and it's almost theatre in the way it's written. It's mainly dialogues or actions done by the characters, there's plot hole, sometime it's just an idea I thought of. I'll spent majority of the time just listening to music (predictable I know...ahah) and letting my mind drift to whatever comes to my mind.

Then I have the real writing. This one I prefer to do during the day, where I'm awake and full of energy. I'll go over what I drafted and add the substance to it. It's usually where the thing just explodes in terms of word count... I can easily triple or quadruple the size of a draft in the writing time... x)

My phone says that I'm on my note app on average 2h per day, all throughout the day. I try my best to always proof-read, organise, slightly improve what my WIPs when I have empty time (bus ride, waiting for someone, etc...). It's not necessarily an activity worked on WIP, just any random one I'm inspired by at the moment.

💖 What made you start writing?

I always loved creative writing in school, even if the teachers were always confused by the stuff I was writing x) The year we studied Fantastic Literature was my year :D My writing got quite dark at one point during my teenage year and I had to completely stop for personal reasons.

I started again in 2024 randomly after talking to some people about HP and how the plot is objectively rubbish. I wrote a whole AU fic on Severus and what he does during his summer holidays, exploring the magic behind unbreakable vows, how he got groomed at 17 and giving him a mysterious muggle boyfriend :') (the thing is very self indulgent and will most probably never see something else than my WIP folder) Gosh it even feels weird to talk about it here xD

Eventually I watched Rebels and fell deep deep in the Kalluzeb fandom, I started to write again and my now ex-wife convinced me to post the small one-shot I had written for New Year. The rest is history, my ego exploded at the responses (kidding, I was stressed like hell and for once in my life I am experimenting impostor syndrome and still don't understand why people read what I write ahah) so I started to post other things.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip

I am almost tempted to not talk about the current WIP called "Tumblr Drabble" that we discussed previously just to punish you for the current 5k mess you encouraged x)

But I am weak so I'll talk about it...

My current WIP started after this post here from @a-corndog-named-schibbs (hi Hello :D sorry I brought you here but I have been spending too much time on this so it's also your fault).

The background is a 'what if Lasats had common traits with Bonobo' and Zeb asking Kallus on Barhyn to have sex to resolve their tension. Only Kallus comes to Zeb on Yavin IV months laters and ask if they maybe could try because even if Kallus is now a rebel, they still have strong beef and it's causing issues.

That's it, that's the plot x) I had an idea of Kallus being really submissive in bed and asking Zeb if he could cum and Zeb being really stressed because he had never lead in bed so he has no clue why Kallus is just being what looks like a stubborn pillow princess.

Only problem is that I started writing it, from the moment they enter the bedroom and after 2k words they were finally in bed naked :') Still I wrote the sex scene because that's why I started it and still had my idea. The thing reached 3.5k words. But then, terrible, I had an idea of after care. I told myself: Patate, don't write it, the whole thing must be a mess because at no point did you look back on what you wrote and you have another project more important!!

And then I talked to you and you told me to write the after care x) so now it's 5k and I am not done yet.

I'm almost tempted to publish the thing without even reading back what I wrote once because I don't want to know what my brain produced in the small free time I had whilst moving countries... :')

[anxiousgaypanicking]

At Long Last

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Prompt: Hey mate so I'm a sucker for Virgil being rendered helpless and overstimulated so like could I put a request in for Virgil × Remus with Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll?/Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll? Warnings: voodoo, sex, felching A request from my Wattpad

"Ooo," Remus sings, as he stops midway through the hallway after spotting a discarded little toy. Very open on the floor was a little, pale doll, with cute, dark purple bangs. Of course Remus recognized the doll; he'd made it!

Back when he made his own little voodoo doll, he eventually got the motivation to make the others. And though this all started with Virgil using his doll, Remus never got the chance to return the favor!

So, he's quick to slip into the room and scoop the doll up, before skipping back out into the walkway. 

He pauses outside of a door, though, before he peeks his head into Virgil's room as he passes it, basically pushing his way in unannounced when he sees Virgil isn't currently preoccupied. Virgil jumps at the rather violent intrusion, as his door swings open and collides with the wall with a bang. 

"Virgil," Remus sings, "you're not busy right now, are you?"

Virgil looks at him curiously. "I might be, depending on what you say next."

Remus pouts at the sarcastic answer, but holds the doll firmly behind his back in order to not reveal why he's asking. He wants it to be an unexpected surprise! "Are you going to be busy later?"

Again, Virgil's eyes narrow as he looks Remus up and down, before eventually sighing and saying "no. I have no plans today. I might nap if my body lets me but honestly, who knows."

At this, Remus grins, and promptly walks out without another word. it's good to know he won't be interrupting anything... even though he probably would have fucked the doll all the same if Virgil told him he was going to be watching a movie or something of the sort. He's not known for his patience, after all, and since discovering the doll a few minutes ago, Remus has been fighting back the urge to just ruin the thing in the middle of the hallway.

He basically sprints to his own room, tossing the doll rather roughly onto his sticky sheets as he quickly shimmies out of his clothes. As he kicks his boxers off, he digs his hand into his drawer, searching desperately until he finally finds a small bag. He gives it a little shake, and is pleased to find it's still semi-full.

It was the "magic" powder that needed to be sprinkled on the doll in order to activate the voodoo aspect.

Remus is quick to open the bag and basically dump its contents onto the doll, delighted as he sees the sand-like substance meld with the doll and sink into its fabric, no doubt seeping into each stitch, and into the thin piece of Virgil's hair woven someplace inside the plush. Remus gives it a few seconds to let it properly soak up the dust, before he's hopping onto his bed, no longer having the patience to hold back to any degree. 

He's quick to peel the clothes off the doll and toss them away. Curiously, he dips his finger into the hole on the underside of the doll, and licks his lips when his fingers sink into a warm, moist area. 

Truthfully, he didn't fully understand how the dolls worked either, but nothing was real, so whatever. 

In his room, however, Virgil is startled as he feels two objects begin to push into him. They don't push very far, nor do they stretch him open wildly. But it's still enough of an intrusion to have him gasping, and his back arching off the bed. 

His face flushes as he wonders what the hell is happening. Of course, he's not an idiot. To some degree, he knows this has something to do with Remus - why would he have come to Virgil's door otherwise - but he can't place what exactly. After all, he only knew that Remus had created a doll of himself, not the other way around. 

Remus has never exactly been known for his patience, and it’s not fingering the doll is going to help Virgil out anyway. That’s the only reason he bothers with prep anyway, so why would he waste his time stretching open an inanimate object?

He pushes his fingers deeper into the doll, delighted at the way just two digits make the doll’s fabric stomach bulge, grinning afterwards at the innocent looking plush held in his hands.

Truly, it was rather admirable; he was very proud of his handiwork.

He then sucks on his fingers after he pulls them out, vividly picturing what Virgil’s reactions must be. He’s half tempted to rise into his room and watch him lose himself on a phantom cock, but decides to deprive himself of the visible, reasoning that he’ll go see Virgil afterwards, and see how exhausted he is.

Remus flips himself to lay on his back, and holds the Virgil doll against his cock, giving himself just a few moments to teasingly rub the toy against his shaft.

“Fuck… if you were really Virgil, you’d be squirming around, and insisting you hate when I tease you,” Remus grunts, as he ruts his cock over the doll’s front. “Unfortunately, you’re just a pocket pussy replica.”

He lifts the doll up, and lines up its hole with the tip of his cock, before pulling it rather swiftly down, groaning to himself at the rather attractive visual of the doll being extra stuffed. He knows from experience that his cock will feel much bigger to Virgil, which it in fact does.

Virgil barely has time to put his phone down between Remus pulling his fingers out and pushing his cock in, but when he feels it he cries out immediately, thighs shaking as his toes curl. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him, trembling from the intensity of being so suddenly stretched open, with his stomach bulging from this invisible object.

While he still has his brain, and the ability to think, Virgil tries to come up with a reasonable explanation for what he’s feeling. However, he only comes to a conclusion seconds before Remus starts thrusting.

Gasping out “Re- Remus!” he tries to roll off his bed, perhaps thinking he could make it to Remus’s room, but only effectively manages to get onto his stomach before he feels the phantom cock inside of him begin to roughly fuck him hard.

Tears well up in his eyes as he moans loud, voice cracking as he pushes his chest into the bed and his ass up into the air. He holds to his mattress for support, body rocking as he’s quite literally used like a doll. Because Virgil realized that’s what Remus was doing. Using his doll.

The pure oversensitivity sets into his body fast. His face is pushed hard into one of his pillows, sobbing out cries of pleasure as he’s fucked. Remus’s cock feels so overwhelmingly large inside of him, to the point where he can feel his stomach bulging with its girth.

He moans Remus’s name, as if hoping Remus will show up and touch him properly, but muffles himself with his pillow shortly after, drool spilling into the pillowcase.

His arms tremble as he attempts to push himself up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down to his knees, while his shirt and jacket slide up, exposing his chest. Every time he moves though, he swears Remus’s cock drives deeper inside of him. It’s almost as though Remus is easily able to pick up on Virgil’s desperation, and wants him to be able to barely get himself upright. And it’s working.

As soon as Virgil’s clothes are removed enough, he gives up on getting them off completely, and falls back against the bed with a shuddering moan.

Remus isn’t slow in the slightest, grunting animalistically as he squeezes his hand around the doll, fucking up into it while dragging it down. He’s panting excitedly as he watches the doll repeatedly bulge with the size of his shaft, before he rolls onto his knees in order to thrust into the doll properly. He pictures Virgil beneath him, fucking him doggy style, and humps into the doll with more force.

His cock is enveloped in the fabric’s moist warmth, making Remus’s body feel hot as he pictures just how wrecked Virgil is.

And Virgil is wrecked.

Sweat drips down his face, slicking his bangs to his forehead. A mixture of tears and spit soak into his pillow, and he can feel his cock leaking pre beneath him. His prostate is slammed into almost immediately, causing a loud cry to be pulled from his throat. His eyes squeeze shut, and his knuckles turn white.

His thoroughly overwhelmed by the amount of sensations he’s feeling, loving the intense amount of physical pleasure he’s getting, but feeling as though it’s so fast. It’s too much at once, in the best way.

He should really be concerned that Remus has this much power over him. At any time, any day, no matter the circumstances, Remus could just interrupt Virgil’s routine - regardless of whether or not he’s around the others - and just stuff him full of giant cock. And while this should make him anxious, as soon as he realizes this, he’s fumbling to get his hand around his cock.

The idea is just so fucking hot, but Virgil’s already close. He resists the urge to stroke himself, and instead squeezes his hand around the base of his cock in hopes of prolonging his orgasm at least another minute or two.

A whine spills from his lips. The thought of Remus having full control over him…

He has no idea how close Remus is though, and so he knows that if he doesn’t at least try to last a little longer, he could end up so overstimulated that he’ll be unable to do anything for the rest of the day.

He clenches around nothing, soaking his pillow with fat tears as he cries loudly into his pillowcase. Every breath he takes is a gasp for air before he shakily moans again. His fingers squeeze harder around his cock, before he decides he can’t take it anymore. 

As his prostate is assaulted, Virgil strokes his cock quickly and sloppily, until finally allowing himself to be pushed over the edge, coming over his bedsheets as a mixture of tears and drool falls from his face just as messily. He can barely work his cock through his orgasm before he’s collapsing into his mess, falling on top of his hand and the puddle of come beneath him.

Briefly, he whines, dreading the fact he’ll have to clean it later, but for now he pulls his hand out from under him and twitches helplessly as he’s forced to accept the onslaught of pleasure still being exerted on his body.

He looks pathetic. If anyone were to see him, they’d easily see his hole stretching and clenching around nothing.

Partially, he feels as though he’s going to pass out from his oversensitive state, left with no indication of if or when Remus will be finished with him. He thinks he feels Remus’s thrusts getting less and less refined, but Remus was never one for rhythmic thrusts anyway. He much preferred to just use and abuse to his heart’s content, regardless of how overwhelming that mindset is for Virgil.

Thankfully though, it doesn’t take long for Remus to fully ruin the poor little plush. Pre fills the doll’s warm hole as Remus fucks into it hard and fast.

Repeatedly, his cock slams deep into the toy, Remus grunting and panting wildly as his body is overcome with warmth, sweat rolling down the bony crevices of his body and dripping onto both the doll and the bed. Unlike Virgil, Remus doesn’t try in the slightest to stifle his orgasm, and instead moans out loud and shamelessly as his brings himself to climax, fucking the toy through his orgasm before eventually keeping himself half pressed inside the doll, stroking himself the rest of the way. He grins as he watches the doll’s fabric body bulge with the amount it’s stuffed with. 

He lets his head fall back as he huffs, tongue lolled out of his mouth like a doll as he feels his own semen squeeze out of the doll and spill around his cock, but that cringe-inducing feeling is nothing compared to what Virgil is experiencing, letting out a trembling sob as he feels himself being filled with Remus’s load, his own cock working itself back up both due to being rubbed between Virgil’s body and the sheets, and because Remus thrusts into the doll a few more times after his orgasm is finished.

Ultimately, it leaves Virgil half-hard, but lacking the energy to get himself off again, and so he stays slumped against his mattress, messy with a variety of fluids.

That is, until, his ass is promptly slapped, making him yelp at the stinging sensation as he quickly rolls onto his side in order to look behind him, only to flush when he sees Remus grinning and nude standing at the side of his bed. He’s clutching Virgil’s ruined-looking voodoo doll, still dripping with the very semen Virgil can feel inside of him.

Remus holds the doll sideways, but tilted partially upward, in order to prevent any of his come from leaking out.

Virgil doesn’t have the energy to question why Remus isn’t being a messy little freak for once, too completely and utterly fucked out of his mind to say really anything, and so can only muster up the energy to grumble “a warning would have been nice,” even though he very much enjoyed the lack of such.

Remus doesn’t bother pretending to be sympathetic though, only able to fake a pout for a moment before cackling instead and pushing Virgil onto his back, crawling between his legs as he claims that he didn’t get a warning when Virgil did it to him. And Remus - disgusting as usual - doesn’t waste any time before holding the doll legs-spread above Virgil’s face, tauntingly musing “your little look-alike is all messy,” as a glob of semen falls from the fabric and onto Virgil’s cheek, making Virgil cringe.

Virgil’s face goes red, but he half-heartedly reaches up to push Remus’s wrist away, grumbling “don’t be weird.” But he’s tired and weak, and he can’t do much to stop Remus from making the doll pretend to kiss Virgil’s nose, before having the plush’s face bump against Virgil’s lips instead.

“You know, you should help clean up this mess,” Remus then says, which has Virgil’s eyes snapping towards Remus’s face.

“What?”

Lips stretching into a wide grin, Remus’s eyes gleam with mischievous delight. His free hand slowly rubs over Virgil’s nipple, which causes Virgil to let out a small moan, as he states “it’s your fault the doll got ruined in the first place. You’re irresistible, after all! It only makes sense that this doll of you is irresistible too.”

He runs his finger up Virgil’s chest, before using his pointer and his thumb to force Virgil’s lips apart.

“Now be a good boy, and keep your mouth open, unless you’d rather me make a mess of your face.”

His threat hangs loosely in the air as he lowers the doll to Virgil's mouth, pressing it's backside against him. Immediately, Virgil's tongue is assaulted by the bitter taste, and his ass is assaulted by the phantom feeling of him cleaning himself out. It's weird and hot simultaneously, making him moan against the doll's hole, dragging his tongue deeper into it and sucking the semen out. 

Remus, deciding to be nice, grinds his palm over Virgil's shaft, easily working him back up until he's shivering and leaking, eyes rolling back into his head as he eats himself out. 

Until finally, Remus squeezes the doll's midsection, rubbing his fingers against the wet muscle through the fabric and making Virgil suddenly jolt and cry out in pleasure, before Remus works him to another quick orgasm, making a bigger mess of his chest as Remus pulls the doll away. 

Grinning with satisfaction, Remus throws the doll onto the nearby nightstand, and lays atop Virgil's pudgy stomach, making Virgil groan at the feeling. 

"Feel good?" Remus asks, swiping his thumb along the corner of Virgil's lips in order to scoop up some leftover come, before pushing it into his own mouth. 

Virgil huffs. "I'd feel better if we showered." 

Remus sticks his tongue out, and squeezes his eyes shut, though he makes no move to get up and leave. "Gross. Count me out!" 

Despite this, they stay laying together, Virgil too blissed-out to move, and Remus basking in the mess. And they stay cuddled up like that for as long as possible, just nestled up against each other, sticky semen between them. 

[perkwunos]

It is the first morning of December, my final December in my ‘20s, and also the last December of what could be considered the early 2020s, insofar as this decade will be looked back on and thematized that way. We will soon be at the midpoint of the decade, and so now the pressure is on for any artists and writers to make their mark known, if they want to be remembered as “a figure of the ‘20s.” The covid-19 pandemic certainly gives this decade a meaningful and decisive start, so it’s reasonable to think that it will go down as an historically useful unit—something that will have its own chapter in the history books, that is--and, because of its start with plague, probably the name "the '20s" will be flavored by a certain pessimism or sense for the suffering of things.

As far as a first day of December goes, this one feels fitting. It is freezing cold, surprisingly cold after a very mild fall, and the entire day yesterday was spent below freezing. Some few pink clouds drifted upon the stark-clear blue when I woke up at dawn, and the sun has cut through and shines laterally onto the rooftops, and right into the windows of my third-floor room: small bits of light in danger of getting encased in icicles and glass.

Why do we commit to reasoning through the content presented to us? Why we do distinguish between that which is unintelligible (i.e., non-propositional content) and that which is intelligible, so that we may then usefully inquire after the latter, asking from whence it was derived or what derives from it, what makes it true or false? We engage in inquiry incessantly day-in and day-out as a matter of course, rarely thinking much of it. Eventually, however, this may intensify into genuinely scientific activity, and thus show in stark outlines what was presupposed all the time. Transcendental critique would show that this activity is motivated by, and thus presupposes, an Idea of ourselves as rational beings: it is an idea we act according to, by holding some hypothetical belief in, and that thus regulates our thinking, but which we never directly confront in the world. To be able to look upon ourselves, and those we engage with, as freely willing, judging, and desiring (insofar as such is the desiring after intelligible outcomes and not the mere impulses of the body): this is a kind of sine qua non, the rejection of which would only lead to performative contradiction, in the same manner in which one cannot articulately reject human language.

One could appeal to what Haskell Curry called the U language—the language within which we communicate to each other, which is thus presupposed by an artificial logical or mathematical language, and which serves as the ultimate metalanguage (i.e., that which no other language could be the metalanguage of). This must inevitably be considered not merely as the medium for scientific discourse, but also for the fueling of poetized content. More to the point, it can never be considered quite merely empirical, and thus always retains some reference to the Ideas, and a kind of orgiastic rite that remains unrecorded in any historical annals, but towards which we desire, and are thus made to speak about.

The mental energy to think and write comes with some difficulty, and only from time to time. In the winter one is inclined to stay indoors: it is a time that always threatens to feel claustrophobic and constrained. The internal universe thus becomes all the more real—but this internal universe is only our own reflection upon ourselves as agents, i.e., all Ideas are themselves the concepts of free action, not capable of any more real substance beyond our own movement.

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

Transfem Shrimpo Doodles and doodles for a…kind of self indulgent probably ooc au based on a Pokémon nuzlocke I’m doing.

Shrimpo and Toodles are siblings to me. Nothing will change this. Shrimpo will absolutely make fun of Toodles but if anyone else does she will throw her brick at them. She also lets Toodles paint her nails.

Poppy and Shrimpo <3. Honestly starting to sort of ship it but here it’s friendship. Poppy helped her figure things out. I’m imaging that when a few of the toons were first made they kind of came to the conclusion that they weren’t the gender that was originally intended for them, so that was fun script changing for Gardenview/j, Shrimpo was made real later on due to her…personality (I imagine the toons and Gardenview came before the cartoon, mainly to explain some headcanons, so some existed before the Cartoon such as the mains, the starters, etc. and others came from the cartoon such as Shrimpo), and didn’t realize a toon could be a different gender than what they were intended.

Shelly and Shrimpo friendship is everything to me you can pry it out of my cold dead hands. Ichor is pretty malleable so toons can change their appearance if they get a hold of some extra. Sprout didn’t have top to give surgery even before he realized he was trans but he gave himself the scars anyway because he thought it was neat…and now Shrimpo is in similar circumstances/j

Just Shrimpo and Teagan having tea. Nothing much to say here I just wanted to draw them

And now the weird au I have no name for

All these designs are based vaguely off of Pokémon and random ideas I had while doing a nuzlocke (specifically of a rom hack which is why the Pokémon are so mismatched) which is still ongoing.

Basically weird stuff happened, all the toons and twisteds got thrown into another dimension that keeps having other dimensions fuse with it to the point that this is just a regular October for them…anyway due to another substance in this dimension reacting a bit weird with ichor due to their similar properties it kind of started changing the most of the toons appearances and these are some of those designs

I got a Magikarp so of course I had to make Shrimpo the pathetic fish…and then the overpowered serpent. She started out with her canon design and then got the extra shrimp features…including arms. And also the marks from her skin, because I thought that would be fun.

Toodles ended up as a Togepi and the first move she pulled from metronome was FUCKING “Snipe shot”, so now she has a sniper rifle that no one can take from her because she can just summon it back to her. Not much changed much about her physically outside of her blush marks becoming triangles. The wings are just fakes because she got a new hoodie.

Rodger will one day be a graveler so four arms, not much to say. He is wearing alpha sleeper though since his suit got kind of…destroyed. By growing a second set of arms.

Razzle and Dazzle are a Galarian Yamask. They aren’t having a great time. They got knocked out at some point, Dandy found them and then got a terrible idea and enacted the first part of the idea on whichever one of them woke up first…unfortunately for Razzle, he’s an early riser. So uh, face shattered, Dazzle got lied to about the cause and then Dandy convinced him he could fix Razzle’s head if Dazzle just helped him with something. Razzle’s fucked up physically and mentally and Dazzle is just having a bad time.

CENTIVEE!!!! She got Venipede!!!! CENTIVEEEEEEEEEEE. I just like bug looking characters. She’s got a bunch of legs and three pairs of arms.

Shelly was the starter! Totodile! She’s got some croc stuff going on, nothing too distract she’s just a little reptile.

Cosmo probably would have come out normal looking outside having his caramel skins cheeks if he didn’t look a god straight in the eye. Now he’s gained their interest and if one gains a gods interest they can end up with some…new limbs or horns. In this case Cosmo got both since he ended up as Pidove and I wanted to incorporate the weird mask thing on Unfeasant so uh…Horn going straight through his eye! Fun!

Dandy is a Budew. Weird sleeve things aren’t sleeves, they are, in fact, a part of his arms. He’s got some twisted features too since…well, twisted dandy is dandy

Finn died in game. He was a Wooper, but he’ll be back eventually…the next time I get a fish Pokémon. Once that happens he’s never getting his legs back/j. Man is stuck as a mermaid…or Mayhaps a siren. Depends on what fish I get.