#identity 🪓!!

[officialdaydreamer00]

Floyd is selling your husband on Ebay

well lucky me, i bought his qposket and it's being shipped ^-^

[officialdaydreamer00]

CALM FLOYD IN THE MORNING WHY MUST YOU MAKE HIM SO ADORABLE 😭😭

Event?????

1 or 7, domestic style fluff with my favorite eel?? ♡♡ (it's Floyd of course)

I leave romance vs platonic up to you, gn reader so everyone can enjoy as well :)

Can't wait to see what younc9me up with!!! If you need any help or ideas come bug me, floyd sits in my head constantly like a very annoying song

Warm Mornings; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Floyd? I am here to deliver soft Floyd(TM) hours! (he also sits in my head constantly; the song is the low-quality Funky Town)

Even when Floyd was dead asleep, he squeezed you, and that was your situation now. You were lying on top of him, and he had you in a comfortable yet strong bear hug. Just tight enough that you couldn’t wiggle free from him. And it was normally fine, but last night someone had left the window open and now it was warm and humid in the room, making you feel sticky.

“Floyd,” you whispered, trying to wake him up gently.

A gentle snore was your answer. You should have expected that though, he sleeps like a damn log.

You tried wiggling around a bit, but Floyd just hugged you tighter on unconscious instinct and rolled over, trapping you under him. Yeah, you were officially stuck. “Floydddd,” you groaned, poking him right above his hips. “You’re crushing me.” 

Usually he would wake up by you repeatedly poking him, but he was out cold, he only just shifted, trapping your face where one cheek was pressing against the mattress, and the other was smushed up against his chest. Normally, you wouldn’t complain about this situation, but it was grossly warm. You were also too far away from your usual ‘escape the crushing weight of my dearly beloved eel route’, which was just tickling his legs and feet. Too bad your arms were pretty much pinned against the bed. 

“Floyd, get off me,” you grumbled, squirming around like a worm on a hook.

Still nothing.

Sighing, you accept your fate. Besides the humidity, it was rather nice. Sure, you couldn’t make out the crashing of the waves on the beach, the steady beat of Floyd’s heart was right up against your ear, and it was slow and steady.

Slow and steady, not two words many people would associate with Floyd. It was a calmer side that only you got to see; when you were overwhelmed, or when he was feeling soft. Yes, he was usually a bundle of energy, but even he had his quiet moments. Within the hurricane, there was always the eye, where things remained still, despite the wild winds outside.

“Mmm,” Floyd groaned, the first sign of life you’ve seen since you’d been sandwiched.

He slowly blinked his eyes, working out the sleep from them, and tilted his head down so he could actually see you, since you were still stuck between his chest and the mattress. “Heh heh, I caught a Shrimpy in my sleep!~” He drawled, voice chipper but still heavy from sleep.

“Yes, yes you did. Can you please get off though, it’s gross out,” you groaned. At least he was cute, which the wild bed head only played in his favour. How can he look so good in the morning? Maybe it’s a mer thing… “Floyd?”

He hadn’t moved, and was instead giving you a wide grin. “Hmm, maybe I should’ve called you Crabby instead of Shrimpy, Shrimpy,” he pinched your cheeks teasingly, “since you look pretty crabby right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “And maybe I should use that mushroom risotto recipe that Jade gave me for our dinner tonight. But that’s only if you don’t get off.”

Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make out if you were bluffing or not, since last time you were dead serious and did exactly that. But he rolled off of you, grumbling a bit. “Meanie,” he muttered.

You shuffled over to where he was dramatically splayed out, his head slightly turned to you, and giving you puppy dog eyes. Chuckling, you kissed him on the lips, as that is what he was being dramatic about.

Giggling, he captured you in his arms yet again, and trapped you against the mattress for a second time this morning. He was giving you a shit eating smile. You weren’t leaving this bed until he had his share of kisses.  

“Floydddd,” you groaned, but you weren’t annoyed with him, if anything, you were amused. There was never a dull moment with him around.

“Shrimpyyyyyy,” he mimicked your voice with a more prominent whine. “You know the drill!~”

Sighing, you ran your hands up through his messy hair, and brought your lips together, deeper this time. You knew the drill; neither of you were getting up until both of your lips were tired, sore, and most likely bitten… which may not be for a while.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[saintjuanas]

new intro

hatchet system

medically recognized truamagenic sys, jew, queer, trans, phys disabled, ocd, adhd, autistic, schizo ,

isl / eng / esp, learning hebrew + asl

we like: _boisvert, persona 5, identity v, apex legends, the walten files, cry of fear, tlou, bloonstd, life is strange + way more

i just want 2 make more friends + I HATE TWITTER 😭. ok yasss thank u BYEEE.

also tags will have sign off of who makes which post

[ketchupandaxe]

Hello Horror! I got around to making you some art :) I hope you like it <3 -sk (now non anonymous)

my identity has been revealed >:)

*Wow! Thank you, Sk! I really love it! Your art is amazing!

[officialdaydreamer00]

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

DUDE LIKE HIS SHOES ARE SO COOL I NEED THEM

Life sized cutouts... He is so... He is so... God he really stands like he owns the entire place and I'm so into it 😩

So glad I wasn't there bc I would've been arrested for stealing a husbando cardboard 👍

[officialdaydreamer00]

I won't say (I'm in love)

in which, irene was in denial and the gang was not having any of that

characters: irene lovejoy, calira (@aqua-beam), ryoko (@i-like-forgs), remy (@identity-theft-101), elyssabeth alcyone (@cookiesandbiscuits), sereia aecor (@azulashengrottospiano)

content: irene in denial, ✨the muses✨, overall just pure fluffy crack energy

notes: disney can't be disney without disney music :) just a light-hearthed mutual shenanigans before the storm ^^

irene was sitting by the well, all alone in the courtyard. the moon was shining brightly on the star filled sky, illuminating her lone figure. in her hand was a single white carnation, bloomed and beautiful in the moonlight. irene lifted it to her face, inhaling the light floral scent with a silly smile as she thought over what had occured a few moments ago.

reality finally dawn on her as she recoiled, ripping the flower away from her face. a tired sigh left her lips, sea green eyes lingering over the carnation in her hand. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, knowing how the prideful, sarcastic dorm leader of ramshackle had been reduced to a lovesick highschool girl. "oh, what's the matter with you, girl..."

unknown to irene, a group of students heard her. it was her close friends, sereia, calira, ryoko, remy, and elyssabeth. elyssabeth recalled having not seen her in the dorm, so she called up the others to help find her.

"irene's in denial again, huh." said sereia.

"i say we play wingman until either one of them confess." suggested calira with a grin.

the group collectively agreed. they were hellbent on making their friend see the feelings she had been denying all this time.

a 'poof' was heard, the group saw their clothes were changed into pristine white chitons and sandals. their hair were held neatly in place with gold headbands. they all turned to a smiling elyssabeth, who was wearing the same outfit. faint hints of magic lingered on her fingertips.

"what can i say, character immersion." she didn't elaborate further.

"If there's a prize for rotten judgment

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that"

they saw irene stood up, brushing the imaginary dust off of her cream coloured chiton. she wandered aimlessly around the courtyard, when she saw a metal cupid figure on a marble pedestal, with his arrow pointing at her. she scowled and lifted her hand, turning the figure facing the other way.

irene glared at the white carnation in her hold, and threw it away. ryoko, who was standing the closest to her, caught it. the group shared a grin, as they began to sing and dance to the song.

"Who d'you think you're kiddin'?

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

"Girl, you can't conceal it

We know how you're feelin', who you're thinkin' of"

irene, who still didn't notice her friends, sat on a nearby bench with her face propped up with her hands. ryoko was nudged towards her as he dangled the carnation over her face.

irene shook her head and moved again with a long, exasperated "noo...", to which ryoko huffed.

"No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

(Doo-doo) You swoon, you sigh

Why deny it? Uh-oh

It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love...

Shoo-doo, shoo-doo, ooh"

irene walked along the hallway, immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice her friends behind. lately, she had been seeing this one guy poking around around her personal space. sure, she saw his appeals, and how gentlemanly and soft he was with her, but that didn't mean she was falling, right? how could she, when she had other things to worry about? but the temptation was strong...

"Girl, don't be proud

It's okay, you're in love..."

she sat down by the well, when she suddenly felt something in her hand. there was the white flower again, didn't she throw it away a while ago? (remy snuck up to her and placed it there, not that she knew) she stared at the flower, her other hand lightly touched its petals mindlessly.

maybe, just maybe, she could open her heart. just one more time.

"At least, out loud...

I won't say I'm in love~"

[harmfulblade]

hallo, here's my scuffed intro post. I'm Techno or Gold, but I'm a big fan of petnames or nicknames, so you can call me what you like. I use he / she pronouns, avoid they / them if you can, please. aand, I'm a bigender gaybian butchbear :] I'm roughly agestuck at 28.

blah blah I'm a deceptively sweet manipulator and all that. I think you get it by now

taken by my doll and my baby brother <3

some cisids of mine are ; cisimmortal, cismanipulative, cisnpd, cisbpd, 🍸

some of my transids ; trisharmful, transprogrammer, transmortal, transseverity for delusions, transgr00mer

not a fan of dnis or discourse, do what you want. don't int if you don't like. pretty obvious stuff

[the-limbuscompanybus-blog]

It is good to see a Limbus Company from another Mirror World. Please do enjoy yourselves and Faust wishes you the best for your endeavors...

Though be mindful to prevent Don Quixote from gaining access to any other sites. Whether your Don Quixote is similar to ours in sheer potential for horseplay is unknown as of yet.

- Faust of @sinnerofwalpurgisnacht

A limbus company from another mirror world, huh? I never thought there would be mirror worlds of limbus company out there as in literally another "limbus company" unlike the others I've seen Freaky.... In a good way! And I'll be sure to take that advice about donny thank you dear! Although she hasn't even touched the tablet yet so until we know what happens when she does I don't think anyone's gonna do anything about it.... 🪓

[officialdaydreamer00]

as we should, in my defense it'd be funny :)

i like them cause thwyre stupid

[bloody-trio]

The hunter huffed as they stalked the halls. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he should take it as an insult or a compliment that LeRoy was able to use the basic survival skills he’d taught him so well.

The hunter needed some sort of bait to lure the man out of hiding it seemed, but what? His eyes fell onto the door of the bleeding-heart of a poet. He grinned, that would do perfectly.

A faint knock is heard as a voice comes from the hall. “Hello, dear poet. My friend seems to be in a bit of trouble, could you help me?”

-ζຽ|◍ ゝ◍|ຽ <🌿

((@manor-tea-time DBBDBDBDH Sorry Allan but you gotta deal with plant man now </3

The redhead had just finished writing a new piece when he heard the unfamiliar voice outside his door, curiosity peaking at what the stranger said he put down his fountain pen and rushed to open the door, becoming a tad bit nervous as he saw the hunter standing before him, clearly intimidated by the appeareance of the hunter before him, did something so serious happen that he needed the poor poets help? Nevertheless he craned his neck up to answer the hunter.

🖋⊂(•́ _ •̀⊂ G-Good evening, mister...you said you needed help with your friend, right? How may I be of help?

He gave a slight smile, shifting where he stood, the foresty look of the man in his doorway reminding him of his beloved in a way, his mind wandered.

[azulashengrottospiano]

I've told you of Soccer mom Floyd now pls consider Soccer mom Azul (Please note it is definitely Floyd/Riddle/Vil's fault)

soccer mom azul would work concessions at games i DO make the rules. i am a concessions working pro.

[officialdaydreamer00]

What seems to be the problem, officer?

[Several people lay poisoned in the background]

*COUGH COUGH WHEEZE HACK*

i see not a single dead body anywhere nope

@aqua-beam pspspspspspsps

[azulashengrottospiano]

OH MI GOSH I ACCIDENTALLY FOUND SOMETHING ELLY COOL

(it's music, BUT DEAR GOSH THE VISUALS?! THE VISUAL??!?! IM IN LOVE?!?!?! [bites the bars of my enclosure with feral excitement])

https://youtu.be/8HxdnHSpQUU

SBSKWKAKDJC7WJBDNDKADBDJKAJDJXJDAJSJ-

woah whoever did the visuals did a good job!! i literally can't do those edits to save my life :O

[officialdaydreamer00]

Terms of Service

ares may be the god of war, but he had a fair share of (lowkey funny) losses

ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS DEFEATED AND GOT CAPTURED IN A FCKING JAR FOR GODS KNOW HOW LONG

[officialdaydreamer00]

long boi

every time i draw him he gets longer...

god i love this funky eel and his brother so much

[maybe-im-dark]

The Subtle Art of Fashion: Logan vs. Victor

Okay, let’s talk about the iconic contrast in style between Logan and Victor. It’s honestly a whole essay on character psychology in itself.

1. Logan’s “Rugged Simplicity” 🪓

Despite being born into a wealthy family, Logan lives in flannel, denim, and leather—clothes that are tough, reliable, and low-maintenance. It’s like he’s actively rejecting the life of privilege he was born into. For him, it’s not about looking “put together”; it’s about clothes that can withstand the blood, sweat, and tears of a chaotic life. That beat-up leather jacket? The threadbare flannel? They’re his armor and the comfort of knowing he doesn’t need anything fancy. Logan’s clothes scream practicality over pride. This guy just wants to get through the day without his shirt ripping during a fight.

2. Victor’s “Luxury Escape” 🥂

Now, Victor was born into nothing—a life of poverty and neglect. So, of course, he’s drawn to the finer things in life. Fine silk shirts, perfectly tailored black coats, sharp boots. Every piece he wears is a reminder that he’s no longer that impoverished, desperate kid. He wears his wealth because he’s earned it (and feels he deserves it). For Victor, expensive clothes aren’t just a luxury; they’re his way of stepping into a powerful identity, one that he fought tooth and nail for. Silk shirts are his personal form of defiance.

3. The Psychology in Their Clothes

Logan dresses to forget the past, to strip away the wealth and status that once defined him. Victor, on the other hand, dresses to rewrite his past, embracing the opulence he never had. Where Logan’s style says “I don’t need anything,” Victor’s says “I deserve everything.”

So, next time you see Logan’s flannel vs. Victor’s silk, just remember: they’re not just clothes—they’re lifetimes of survival and self-definition. One refuses his roots, while the other reclaims what he never had. And honestly? That’s what makes their brotherhood, rivalry, and lives all the more complicated.