#im still slightly dissociating sorry

[emarezi-backup]

i played that incest ""horror"" game yesterday it was really fun actually. the characters r really complex and the story has enough of an atmosphere to make you wonder where the fuck you are. the codependency of the characters is insanee, they just casually cover up murder for each other snd just refuse to be apsrt. didny really like when it turned into murder cleanup simulator but whatever

[koqabear]

hiii this is for the 2k event, i wanted to ask if u write hybrid!au cause yeonjun dressing up as nick wilde has got me feeling a little delusional. if u don’t completely ignore this but if u do, can i request fox yj and maybe bunny reader?

[2K Masterlist]

"Yeonjun is adamant that you’re a pretty, porcelain doll. You’re more than ready to shatter that idea and show him that you’re stronger than he thinks."

fox hybrid! yeonjun x bunny hybrid! reader // wc: 1.9K // genre: hybrid au, pwp. this is just straight filth im sorry. MDNI.

warnings dom!yeonjun, sub!mc, somnophilia (consensual), oral (f rec.) pet names (bunny, good girl), degrading, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, kitchen sex, manhandling, dacryphilia, begging, scratching, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, aftercare kinda, girl idk i literally just dissociated when i wrote this i forget how exhausting this all is!!

Notes: the healthcare system is fucked even in fanfiction, you can’t escape. 

Every decision you’ve made throughout your relationship with Yeonjun has led to where you are now:

Face down, ass up, tears in your eyes and words muddled through the drool that spills through your lips. 

You’ve told him countless times that you’re not fragile; that the sweet, docile image he has of bunny hybrids is nothing but a sham, and that you can take anything he offers with a confident stride— and though he simply laughed in endearment and shook his head at your claims, you insisted. You insisted throughout all the sugary sweet times he made love to you, during all the moments where you felt his hands hesitate to hold you, as though he was afraid that putting pressure on your body would be enough to make you shatter. 

The words were tiring to both his and your ears at some point: the petulant whines asking for more, your pathetic attempts to try and take control and change the pace entirely— Yeonjun’s sharp, narrowed eyes that flickered at you in warning was the harshest thing you received from him— but judging by the shivers that flowed down your spine like water, your fluffy tail twitching in attention, you knew that your body only craved for more and your brain wouldn’t settle down until you got your way.

You could say that he warned you. He really did, technically, sitting you down for a serious talk about something you two never really discussed in detail. You watched with wide, slightly confused eyes as he explained to you that his heat was approaching, and that you definitely shouldn’t be around for it— when you perked up to interrupt, he merely shook his head to shut you down and continue his explanation. 

“I usually take medication, but my insurance no longer covers my usual prescription.” he told you, his ginger ears twitching in annoyance from the mere memory, “I’m taking a leave from work for it, and… I want to spend this time alone.”

“It gets intense… I don’t want to hurt you.”

A bruised ego and terribly confrontational personality was truly a god awful combination. Though you suppose it helped you for the better, considering that after a good argument with your ever-so loving and doting boyfriend, he finally gave up. 

You can remember the sight so vividly; his ruffled hair, the fluffy tail that whipped from side to side as he finally slumped back against the couch, out of breath and exhausted— his ears pinned against his head in defeat the moment he took a good look at you, in all your still fired up and energetic glory. 

He knew it was a losing battle the moment you cocked a challenging brow at him, as though begging for him to continue.

The word okay has never sounded better from your boyfriend's mouth. 

••••

That all leads you back to today. It’s been— oh, you really can’t remember. A day? Maybe two? You don’t think it matters at this point, since the only thing that fills your mind now is the feeling of being full, stuffed, and warm. 

Yeonjun gave you a chance to back out the second he opened the door for you. He spoke to you calmly, softly, nervously, watching you hop around his living room and throw your overnight bag on his couch, overjoyed to be taking such a monumental step forward in your relationship. You dismissed every slow, anxious sway of his tail as you ate dinner together, listening intently as he told you about how he’s gotten with his previous partners. 

It was too much for many of them. He gets aggressive. He gets insanely needy, it goes on for hours, even throughout the night. 

You prayed that he didn’t notice the pathetic clench of your thighs and slight arousal as he told you about his details, nodding sweetly when he asked if you were okay with doing the things he mentioned. 

You established a safeword, coddled him the moment you noticed his temperature beginning to rise, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead as you murmured your goodnights. 

About six hours passed when you first felt it; you’ve always been a light sleeper, so you were doomed the second your sensitive ears picked up on the sound of restless rustling behind you. You tried your best to ignore it, your drowsy mind eager to go back to sleep, but the white noise of sheets moving around was quickly accompanied by something else— breathy, desperate gasps.

“Bunny…” Yeonjun’s raspy whine was enough to have your ear twitching slightly; more rustling, and suddenly, a scorching heat hovers behind you. “Bunny, need… need you s’bad…”

His hands are heavy on your skin, almost scorching with the way he restlessly makes his way up your shirt, groping at your tits before they slide down your stomach, feeling you up all the way down before they stop at your thighs— without warning, he presses flat against you, a hand snaking beneath your body to wrap around your stomach and pull you flush into him. He was so hard, so needy that the very feeling of your soft ass pressing against him was enough to rip out a broken sob from him.

“Let me fuck you,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, words that slurred together showing that he was also half-awake, probably not too aware of his actions and the way he rutted into you helplessly, “C’mon bunny, lemme use you.” 

Your ass that pressed back into him and the sleepy whine that left you was enough for him.

You can only remember drifting in and out of consciousness that night; the sloppy, wet sounds of skin against skin and desperate grunts was nothing but white noise to you at that point— Yeonjun was glued to you for hours on end, fat cock thrusting harshly into your poor, abused cunt, filled with so much cum that it could only smear onto your inner thighs and his balls, leaving a mess you wouldn’t be able to clean anytime soon. 

When you woke up, you were on your back— your pussy was sore and a whine bubbled up uncontrollably from your throat, hips canting up and against Yeonjun’s face— your hands were shaky as you fisted the sheets, tears pricking your eyes as you listened to Yeonjun’s sweet nothings against your skin, leaving bites and kisses against your thighs as he promised you that he’d be quick, that he just needed to eat your sweet cunt— you’d get cleaned up nicely after. 

Yeonjun was a liar, of course— because none of his sweet promises included his burning desire to fuck you after you came, cleaning you up only to push his cock back in and fuck you right into the mattress; legs pressed against your stomach, wails leaving you as he plunged into you with abandon, frantic hands scratching down his back as you cried from the overstimulation— it only ended with him pressing deeply into you and emptying yet another load into your tired cunt. 

The semblance of normalcy that followed after didn’t last very long, either— yeah, getting carried to the shower and having him clean you up and scrub you down was nice, and sitting at the counter as you watched him make a quick breakfast was nice too, a heartwarming glimpse into a domestic future with him— but you were only able to get halfway through your meal before Yeonjun decided that he’d much rather bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there instead— moaning wantonly as he watched your trembling legs fail to keep up, buckling under his pace and forcing him to hold you up with his insane strength— and just when you thought he was getting tired, he simply flipped you on your back and laid you on the counter instead; he always did think you looked really pretty when you were totally fucked out, anyway. 

Maybe that’s when hours started blending together— he was sweet and caring when he needed to be, cleaning you up with a feather-like touch and kisses that warmed your heart— only to give you the whiplash of the century when his pupils dilated and the only thing he honed in on was you. 

You. You you you. 

His ears would press against his head and his tail would flicker dangerously, narrowed, focused eyes meeting your bleary ones with ease; you could only sit there and let him maneuver you however he liked, shivering and falling limp with each time he’d slide his cock into you, as though you finally felt complete. 

You looked so breathtaking to him— under him, over him, whatever position he suddenly found himself needing you in— teary eyes and swollen lips calling his name like a mantra, a prayer, a plea for him to use your body until he got his fill.

There was something so addicting about the way you trembled from the overstimulation, sobbing and writhing yet never saying your safe word. It had Yeonjun fascinated, the guilty part of his mind berating him for trying to see how far he could take things— yet, no matter what he did or what he said, you only seemed to beg for more, like you’d been waiting for this moment for ages.

“Take it, T-take it like a good toy,” Yeonjun hissed, fingers digging into your hips as his cock battered into you ruthlessly. You merely cried and moaned, cotton tail wiggling with every drag against your walls, the soft fur coated with dried cum, “said you could handle it, right? Stupid fucking bunny— nothing but a cumdump for me, hmm?”

Your squeals and chants of yes! Yes yes yes! only spur Yeonjun on even more— his body feels as though it’s on fire, bright hair sticking to his sweaty skin as he merely pushes himself further— you can practically feel his back hover over your own, able to tell that he’s close from his faltering pace and shaky breaths that fan across your skin. 

“Want me to breed you?” he asks, though there’s no need to ask anymore if the previous loads he’s dumped into you are any indication of your answer. Yet he still does, almost like instinct; it’s much more satisfying to hear you beg for it, anyway. 

And you do— your begging is so cute, how could he ever resist? Yeonjun’s nails might break your skin with how tightly he’s holding you, teeth digging into his pouty lip as he pumps himself into you, once, twice, then empties out everything he has to offer— your back arches and your hips move back to try and glue yourself to him, crying out his name in satisfaction as he fills you for the nth time of the night. 

The way you keen out, the sight of your ears that are pinned to your head along with your tail that shivers with satisfaction is like drugs to him; he’s hopelessly addicted to you, to all of you, from your stuffed cunt that continues to suck him in to your soft voice that whimpers out at every sensation you offer him.

Such a good girl, Yeonjun thinks to himself, butterfly kisses spanning along your sweaty skin, your barely conscious form curling into him for more, how did he get so lucky?

Even after he’s given you a moment to rest, laying down with you on top of him, you still cling onto him, sighing in content as you allow him to cockwarm you, already bracing yourself for the moment he feels himself needing you again. And as you both drift into a much needed nap, Yeonjun can only find himself thinking one thing. 

Thank god for you and your argumentative nature.

[scatterpatter]

YOU CAN'T BRUTE FORCE THE RECOVERY BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP MY STUBBORN ASS FROM TRYING

I think the biggest thing that sucks about dissociating disorderly is like

you can't brute force the recovery or else your brain will eeby deeby you to the shadow realm

[crazylittlejester]

Do you have any angsty/general hcs of Wild?

yesssss yes i do >:) i actually have a lot of thoughts about Wild (sorry for taking so long to answer this im real behind on asks)

- Fluent in a TON of languages, which he only discovered when he actually went to the other regions of Hyrule and got a few memories back. If you asked him to think about it he wouldn’t be able to, but plop him down and have him have a conversation with someone from a different region in his Hyrule and the memory of the language will come back and he can understand and speak with them

- His poor body is so used to getting thrown around that he rarely if EVER experiences motion sickness (never let him challenge you to see who can roll down a hill faster. it will be him because he will make it to the bottom and you will have to stop because you got nauseous.)

- There’s something INCREDIBLY odd about him that is both extremely uncanny and alluring at the same time, and its not because he’s covered in scars. Like people will look at him as he passes by and they can’t STOP looking at him for some unknown reason and they get a full body chill when they do. It took the chain a very very long time to stop feeling like that near him because they just had to adjust to him (it’s not caused by anything Wild does, he’s not in control of it, it’s just that he has the aura of an ancient dead being and it’s so fucking strong that those who are more attuned to magic can like. literally feel him.)

- His eyes used to be a very dark, stormy blue. In a way, they still are, but they seem unnaturally bright and almost turquoise, but if you actually got up in his face you can see the stormy blue beneath it, it just looks very oddly dead

- He’s hard of hearing, and it’s harder to hear from the ear on the same side as his scars which he why he really liked learning the chain knowns sign because he CAN read lips fairly well but sometimes it’s just hard and annoying to have to do when people are talking quietly. He can hear like, a slightly louder than normal talking volume if the person he’s chatting with isn’t too far from him, but anything softer than that becomes very hard for him to make out

- He has no memory of his mother, and the guilt eats him alive. She died so long ago there’s no one alive who remembers her still, not even the few older people who’ve survived the calamity and stuck around for a hundred years, and he feels bad that he has a few faint memories of his dad and sister but not her

- He’s a bit scared of Warriors at first because he looks at him and wonders if that might have been what his life would’ve looked like had he not failed, but once he spends more time with him and realizes that Wars is just a person, and a person who lives under so much stress and regret at that, he realizes he has a lot in common with him and they connect really well

- He. LOVES. to. talk. Whether he’s using sign or running his mouth he LOVES to talk, and he has so much to talk ABOUT. He has so many pictures and he’s seen SO many things and now he has friends to share that with who also love to learn???? This is so good for him. However he will stop talking the second he gets overwhelmed or overstimulated, and sometimes it takes him a day or two to start talking again

- He documents everything with his slate to show Zelda when he gets home because even though she’s free now, he feels bad that he gets to see a side of the world she never will so he takes pictures of it so she can experience things through HIS memories in a way to pay her back for letting him re-experience life through hers

- He sometimes has trouble feeling like he’s actually IN his body and it scares him. He mentioned it to Wars at one point (because Wars has moments where he doesn’t seem all too there) but neither of them can figure out if he’s dissociating because of trauma or if his soul is literally just loosely tied to his body because he died and he ACTUALLY starts to drift out of it. It scares him that Wars doesn’t have an actual answer for him, and no one else seems to know either

- He gets overwhelmed at times, especially when people hover over him because he simply isn’t used to it, but if he gets hurt he will let Twilight hover all he wants because the alternative is Twi working himself up and driving everyone else insane and Wild knows that Twi just needs to feel useful and taking care of people helps him keep himself calm. So Wild puts up with it

- Will spontaneously try new food dishes or just combine ingredients he was curious about and feed it to the chain without telling them he’s testing out a brand new recipe so they aren’t unconsciously biased when he asks them how it is (obviously he avoids allergens, diet restrictions, or foods that will just make them uncomfortable because he’s not an asshole, he just doesn’t tell them its something he’s never made before)

- On a similar note one of the first things he did when the chain started getting comfortable with eat other was take them all one by one and have them cook with him a dish they liked from home so he could learn the recipes and they could all share their cultures and food with each other

- It’s not that he DOESNT take care of his hair, he just also barrels down hills, crashes through bushes, and falls in mud puddles so by the end of the day he’s a hot mess. He takes very good care of his hair, and he WILL NOT go to bed without combing it out and braiding it to keep it from tangling, no matter how fucking tired he is (or Twi or Wars will end up doing it for him)

- TERRIFYINGLY intelligent and a brilliant strategist. He’s the only one who’s ever outsmarted Wars in a game of chess, and no one in the chain has gotten over it. Sometime’s Wild’s head is really foggy and it’s hard for him to think but on days of clarity he’s wicked smart and he thinks FAST

- It’s very hard for him to sleep sometimes because of his century long nap. Sometimes he’ll be up for multiple days in a row and then crash for 15 hours

- It is not necessarily that he’s reckless, more so that he had to relearn what it is like to be killable. His recklessness is accidental. He woke up, grabbed a stick, and just fucking WENT, and when he got mipha’s grace he was invincible for a bit. Obviously he knew death was a thing but until he recovered the memory of himself dying, it was almost like he didn’t think it could happen to him. Because of this, sometimes he just jumps at things before he remembers “hey, you can die doing this- maybe do not”

[vinestaffery]

Scythe X cop or detective reader where Scythe kidnaps reader to join her cult or somthing

of course!! im a bit tired atm and my schedule bursted up again, so the other people that have requested, i will be taking a bit of a while to post them fully, but i promise i am working on them!! sadly this is gonna have to be a drabble, im so sorry </3

Characters: Scythe, GN! Reader Prompt: One-sided Romance I think???, Small Drabble Warnings: Usage of (pet) names; Mentions of murder; Slightly descriptive but vague of how Scythe killed civilians; Religious themes; Kidnapping; Drugging; Scythe being a literal serial killer; Indoctrination(?)

Days were never suppose to be this harsh. You were always looking for new angles for the strange disappearances of many civilians in Lost Temple, yet it seemed like every new case was to mock your work.

Someone was watching you, for all you know.

Days were becoming longer, more dissociative then regular. Someone was watching you, you could feel it. It was like being played with like prey, if anything, a piece of meat in the claws of a carnivore.

But, it didn't let you shoot you down off your pedestals. You still, somehow, no matter what found a way to link to your suspects. White, gold and teal clothing, and the way the victims were left.

Cut, bloodied and garnished. Ripped apart in one slick-move, a slice. Head, shaven off of it's horns before being squashed like a tomato with a heel.

You were connecting up the dots to your very last suspect; Scythe.

You met her a few times, once at a bar, another when you had nearly gotten into some beef with some stragglers late at night. She was somewhat always there to support you, but would be never seen again. You took note of this.

When the investigation was left up to you, the police huddling outside for their break; the sun blared down below the alleyway. The shadows were your spectators, witnesses to a brutal massacre of several.

It was her. It was her, how she always disappeared, how everything seemed to become more of a blur. She was always there.

All she had to do, was find her, or catch her in the act.

"I'll get you, one way or another," you whispered to yourself.

"Well, you've bet to get on wit' it, don'tcha?"

A voice seemed to silence all thoughts. You didn't turn to face the new opponent.

You readied your hand-gun that was strapped to your left thigh, hand hovered cautiously over it.

"You and ya littl' ol' brain, finally come to make senses haven't cha? Fufufu..." Scythe laughed, a claw raised and a large weapon rested on her shoulder.

Your heart was thumping, you had no clue what had happened to the people that were here before; blood leaked across the floorboards.

"You must watch yourself, Snake, or else," you threatened, vile in your throat and hatred in your words.

"Or else what, my fine sheep, you goin' to do something?" Her name-calling was getting on your nerves. "The sheep, the one who follows, threatenin' big ol' me? Why, what a show."

"You best watch your tone, or else I'll get those men to take you away-" "And do what? Shoot me with this?" She plucked a gun from her pocket, you could hear it fall and chatter on the cold, hard ground. It rung in your ears.

"Say, maybe if you are ta hear me out, I'll leave ya' be!" Scythe snarled in a smirk, eyeing at you as you gave a small turn. Your hand still readied by your waist.

"And what must that be?" You questioned.

It took her seconds before she was up close, hand over your prepared one as she pulled you into a hold. Your hands, crunched in her soft leather glove while the other one, outstretched and squished by her metal.

"Scream, and everyone in this town's blood will be on your hands, rabbit," You were petrified but held in your sounds, clogged in your throat. You could just throw up.

She took notice, and started dragging you away. In a sorts of type of kidnapping, it was uncomfortable. She caressed your cheek, holding you close as she kept viable eye on you.

Everything started to become fuzzy, did she slip a drug into you by chance? No, she couldn't have. That's not her sense of style. But, everything and everywhere became unrecognizable.

"That's it, we're nearly there, my sweet," Scythe was astonished at how you were still able to walk, to even keep yourself up with her as you seemed to become tired and unable to respond.

Her scorpion tail came back close to her once more.

"Fucking- scorpion.." You pointed out, the tip of her stinger dripped a certain chemical before you fell into the warm-heated sand.

Light's blared into your face as you suddenly awoke. Your back was in pain, brain spinning and pleading to be free from it's coffin.

"Fuck-.. where?"

"Ah-ah ah! Don't want the doctors hard-work to be demolished shall we?" Scythe's voice rung through the room. It echoed in your ears.

"Where am I!" You screamed, but it seemed no use as she walked over. Her heels clicked to the solid, clear marble ground.

A hand reached over, two clawed fingers pinched at your chin and made her look up. God, she was tall, and quite beautiful, for a serial killer. "Wouldn't wanna wake up the others now, do we?" Her scorpion tail threatened as it reached in view.

Eyes widened, and a simple nod in command. She let go in a rough manner.

"Now, you best listen to me, or else you'll end up the same way those people ended up," Your ears wanted to close, but you made eye-contact with her.

She took it as an agreement.

"You've rose quite an interest in me, my sweet. I wouldn't think such people like ya' would be so heavily fascinated in my work of art," Work of art? What is she talking about? Those were never work of art. Those were polished crime-scenes of horror. Onslaughts.

"Now, I wouldn't want my favourite detective, my favourite sheep to be close to finding out about me now do I?" You shook your head.

"Good. Now, if you want to live and make it out of this room alive, you best follow my words," Alive?! "What do you mean 'make it out alive'? I have no deeds to share with you!" You spat.

"Oh, but you mustn't think of it that way. Think of it as a way of... saving you and mine's life. You see, I work for someone quite special deity," Special? Who could be anymore special then the SfOTH? The respected deities, gods if you will?

"There's no one as special as the SfOTH, those deities would crush someone as despicable as your boss."

That struck a nerve.

"You best keep that mouth shut, or else I will do more damage then what my boss would do to you and everyone in this god-for-saken town," Her weapon in hand, you squeaked. You stayed quiet once more.

"... Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I want you to join me, in order to protect you from the harms that might come your way for your... case," "Work with you?" "Yes."

You could nearly laugh! But you couldn't, you'd die.

"...Any benefits?"

"Oh, darling. Benefits were already arranged the first time we met," You snarled. Of course, she was planning this all along at the very start.

"Now, do we have a deal?"

Silence.

A long, period of silence.

"Well?"

You couldn't stop thinking about your family. Your friends, people you considered close.

"You best answer me, clock is ticking."

Your father, mother, what about your pets? What about, what about, what about?!

A slam of the chair, and a rising heat of pain strucking your face as you cried out.

"I've given you one chance at this, now you best answer me! Yes, or nay?" Scythe knelt down to face at you.

"One."

No Answer.

"Two."

No answer.

"THREE-"

"I ACCEPT! I will join your stupid- fucking team!"

...

"Good."

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 6

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter six

Toby got home that night, realizing what he had done to his hands on the way home. They were chewed, bloody. Most of the blood was dry, but it wasn't hard to wash off.

Toby found some old pairs of winter gloves, they were black. He cut the tips of the fingers off, pulling them onto his hands to hide his scarred skin. He mostly wore jackets and flannels so the gloves wouldn't stand out as much. He really didn't want to be bandaged up again.

Lyra came opening his door, looking at him wide eyed. "What's up? I had an odd feeling just now."

"Eh? Oh, I'm fine, just- sitting, yep." he shrugged, tugging his hands into the creases of his elbows.

"Wait, Lyra, I have to ask, why was dad so mad yesterday?" he spoke, now thinking about how his head was healing. A white strip of gauze wrapped around his forehead halfway.

Lyra came in and sat down on his bed, hopping a little as she did so, making the bed bounce. "I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you. I quit my job, and well now we don't have much income."

Toby looked down slightly, kinda upset too. "heh..let me guess, dad did-didn't like that because you we-were the only one making money?"

She nodded. "I couldn't handle the drama, I wasn't getting promoted, I was only getting yelled at, work used to be my only escape from the verbal assault but I just didn't feel safe there." Lyra explained. This made Toby wonder, was Lyra skipping school? She never talked about it.

"You're still going to school right?" Toby asked. This earned a guilty side eye from the blonde girl. "Look- don't tell mom and dad okay? It was just too overwhelming and i had to work and- and-"

Toby grabbed her hand with a weak smile. "it's safe w-with me, why would i tell them? I know how dad would react, and mom would nev-never see the end of it." He looked down, a few facial tics leaving him.

"Let's go somewhere." Lyra randomly suggested. "Anywhere, for a drive, walk, even running doesn't sound so bad, I bet I can beat you in a race." She winked childishly. Despite being five years older than Toby, Lyra was a rather playful person. She was just overall chaotic. All she wanted to do was to make her brother laugh, see him smile. He never smiled much, or when he did it was an awkward smirk.

"Nuh uh, i-im way faster than you, believe it." Toby responded, taking on her challenge.

Lyra laughed stupidly and got up, lightning the mood. "Get your shoes on." She left the room quickly.

Toby got up and pulled on his old converses, they were all dirty and worn out from wearing them for so long. Toby followed the girl who disappeared into her room.

Lyra was putting her hair into a loose ponytail. She had bangs that fell perfectly above her eyes, and side tails that were just too short to fit into the ponytail. Her hair was thick and naturally a yellow blonde color. It was rather messy too, a family trait. She pulled on her own pair of plain white converses. Despite being white, they were still in way better shape than Toby's. Her style was pretty casual for their time, baggy jeans, band T-shirts with flannels or other sweaters layered over. They did live in a colder area so thicker and warmer clothes dominated their wardrobe. Plus the family's poor income only allowed them to mostly thrift all of their things, and stick to the same pair of shoes for years.

It's a good thing they never really grow out of old clothes. Both of the siblings being underweight and pretty malnourished. Lyra keeps Toby in check by doing things like they are now, exercising, without knowing it. Lyra and Toby honestly just liked being active. Staying inside all day was a bummer, and so what if it was 50 degrees out, they weren't going to suffice being bored to death all day.

School or work was the only reason they left the house, sometimes it was good to get out.

••••••

[maxillo]

Hi again I'm that one person who said how much I love the way you draw Bambi (unnecessary but I felt the need to say it I'm sorry) but I actually had a question about him !! If that's okay of course, you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. It's a stupid question but ik how in the comic he said he and Dave are still friends but does he actually mean it? Like did his opinions or feelings towards him change whatsoever, even slightly?

Oh and if you'd like to answer this too, not forcing you whatsoever, what about Dave? Because of the accusation of Dave hurting Tristan Bambi threw out, I was wondering if Dave is like super upset at Bambi about that. I'm so sorry for the long ask. Again, you don't have to answer any of this if you don't want to

People have gotta stop apologizing for asking earnest questions in my inbox I LOVE QUESTIONS!!! GO CRAZY GO STUPID!!! IM AUTISTIC I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS STORY (/pos btw) ^_^

anyways, yes he did mean it! Bambi is very straightforward and honest. It doesn't mean his opinions haven't changed, it just means their friendship hasn't.

As for Dave...well, yes, he is not very happy about that, to say the least. He did blow up on him for that accusation in their initial fight, but the reason he seems unbothered in p2 is mostly because he's dissociated/exhausted.

[junior-high-nene-official]

// Underneath the cut is a suicide attempt. if this would trigger you in any way, please skip over or proceed with caution. nene is not dying. im not killing her off. /srs/gen

..its quiet up here.

Nene mumbled as she lay on her roof. Climbing up there was a pain with this cast- and she didn't know how she was going to get down safetly..

..she knew how she was going to get down, though.

Nene prayed Rui didn't walk outside and happen to look up. She'd be devastated. She'd have no excuse to tell him what she was doing.

..But it seemed he was inside still. Luckily for her. She looked up at the stars in the sky and sighed. They were bright out tonight. She was glad it was clear and bright. It was like the stars knew what she was doing and were saying goodbye. She liked that thought, so while it was unreasonable, she didn't try to say otherwise. The stars were bright to say goodbye. That was all.

She let her mind wander a bit, dissociating yet aware of everything going on. Time seemed to still for Nene. She hoped her mother didn't see the notes she left on her freshly made bed. She hoped she didn't notice how Nene actually put her gaming systems away, instead of leaving them out because she was going to play them later, because there would be no later for Nene. She hoped her mother didn't notice her hearing aids in her case, not in her ears like usual. She hoped her mother knew she was sorry.

Nene hopes a lot of things.

Nene hoped a lot of things.

She doesn't like to hope. If you don't hope, you won't be disappointed. Nene grew up that way. Yet, all Nene can do right now is hope. Hope this goes her way.

She wipes away the tears that have poured out her eyes silently. She sits up and looks down. It's a far drop from the ground. Nene is sure that if she does it well, she won't wake up. Nene is sure that even if she doesn't die on impact, no one will find her until morning, and by then, she'll have bled out. She's sure.

She looks up at the stars and waves slightly, knowing she'll become one soon. She always liked to believe that when someone passes, a star is formed. She hopes Rui looks for her star every night. Nene doesn't deserve that wish, though, so she casts it aside.

She steps towards the edge.

Why is there a lump in her throat?

Why is she frozen in time?

Why can't she just. Let go already?

Nene cries. Her lip shakes as she looks down. She hiccups. She shakes. She shudders. She cries. It's ugly. It's an ugly song from a supposed songstress. It's a song she's sung so many times before, though, and she can't stop it. She's a big loud, she knows. Her hopes are probably in the gutters by now. Someone will hear her ugly cry. Her ugly song. And she will have no excuse to give on why she is up there. Sobbing. Late at night. Severly underdressed for this weather.

Nene hates hoping.

She continues to cry her ugly song as she looks down, unable to step away or step forward. On the line between life and death, she wishes she could decide which line to side to cross.

[firebuug]

HELLOO!! waving really really fast :] 4, 9 and 26 for the oc ask game mmmaybe?

HII looks at u with giant boba eyes. sorry this gets really long because u asked me a music related question. this is unavoidable

4. How did you find the name for a certain character?

god so a lot of my ocs come pre-named, like my lobcorp ocs (all randomly generated ingame) and some of my town of salem ocs (buggy comes from the firebug skin, skuggy is just...sk (serial killer) buggy....) but i think i can list some (slightly more) interesting ones :3

will (my g corp housefly limbus oc) comes from the author of the poem he comes from, william blake

maggie (one of the names of julian's boss) comes from maggot lol

adànor (my dnd character based off...adam lobcorp) was difficult because i was stressin like "uhhhghh how do you name an elven characterrrrrr" but i found this fun website and used it to come up with a first and last name! i chose the prefix Adàn because it's literally jsut the spanish way to say adam lol....also bcuz im hispanic and it sounds better than just a d a m .... used the suffix -or because it sounded nicest and elfy lol, it also means flower (just according to this little site) which is fun. his last name is caldeth which sounds epic but also means eternal faith which...fits his character lol. i pulled up a bunch of name meanings for adàn and used the one i liked most LMFAO so in the early days of the campaign (when he was still innocent.......and very egotistical lol) he'd introduce himself like "i am adànor caldeth, which means earth flower of undying faith . . " or some pretentious shit like that. it was pretty funny while it lasted

bierrab kaluk (my aaracokra dnd character, which is a giant bird) is literally just mangled up "birb" and "cluck" LOL. my friend fuzz helped me come up w this one and it stuck

5. What is one of your character’s theme songs?

GIGGLES....so this is difficult bc i have whole playlists for ocs rather than single songs, but i can definitely go through and pick out the songs that fit the most for them?

julian is hard because you kind of need the Whole playlist to get a gist of all of the multitudes he is made up of. man stuck in a time loop. man who is exhausted but keeps running anyways. man who cant stop thinking he is full of bugs and worms. man who is deeply in love with someone who keeps dying. but my friend showed me a few songs that really clicked so i can say that as of rn the most julie themes are for the departed and rule 21: momento mori :3

eva. grabs him so hard squeezes him SHAKES HIM AROUND SO HARD. his are piedmont by destroy boys (the autism. the alienation of being raised on one track his whole life isolated from normality (he was a nestie raised solely to work at a wing) and having nothing in common with anyone because all he was allowed to be was a success story. nostalgia for memories he's never had (time loops erased except for little bits and pieces from past abnormalities. he woke up one day knowing how to play perfect piano from la luna). blue. dissociation. eva song fr) and usseewa by ado (if youve listened to this song you know. corporate slave anger and rage. u get it). as a bonus his distortion themes r machine gun poem doll by cosMo-P and abnormality dancin girl by guchiry

adanor's is 100% cannibal by tally hall im so fucking normal about this i can't explain it completely but it fits in line with how his plot went and its. grips . GRIPSSSSS GRIPS he's haunted by his dead wife. to the point where he will undergo horrors and get actually ripped apart for her if its what she wants. he ends up getting manipulated by an evil entity disguising herself as his dead wife into sevrving her by doing exactly that. and he just believed it was her because she loves him and would do him no wrong. hiding in the corners disguised....he's really idolizing the blood moonstone and not his dead wife and he had no idea....until he finally opens his eyes later on but it's too late he's been consumed by what's manipulated him and it's left a permanent scar onto him he doesn't think he'll be able to redeem himself from.....grins so hard my teeth fall out

narae has hall of fame by jeff rosenstock. he has a specific brainrot that causes him to think everyone is out to get him and he needs to constantly be proving himself. he needs to be the one on top at all times etc etc he needs to be competitive until he dies

ummm bonus but. julipede's theme song is bug by kairiki bear teehee. i love how frantic and energetic it is but also u can Feel the paranoia radiating off of it. i love the silly double meaning it has for julipede because bug as in "disease / glitch / illness" ya but also BUG BC HES A BUG.......also i. cant pick apart the lyrics rn but. um. he's . Yeah

26. What’s your favorite relationship/dynamic between a set of OCs?

IDK IF YOU CAN TELL BUT IM A BIG FAN OF DUBIOUSLY ONE-SIDED FRIENDSHIPS. i love it when some guy is so sure he is this other guy's best friend but that other guy wants him to die so so so badly. and the other guy refuses to admit that the only reason he hasnt beat the other guy into a pulp is because that guy genuinely makes his life a little better. this is the julian + eva dynamic and it is also the dynamic between buggy and skuggy the alternate universe besties / twins . also the dynamic between salamander and narae...i just really like it ok.

[idyllic-affections]

M.I; C1

 "It's quiet today." - ok, already got me on, although there's no actual way I could not be on, loved the vibes

"conscious and coherent individual in the room." - this is so funny, why am I reading this with a sassy inner voice?

" Usually it signalled unfavorable conditions." - the top-tier mood setter.

 "Hm. Does that disturb you?" - Name has my heart in their hands alredy. Im easy like that

"he hardly ever held a conversation with them." - Doc, you are an incredible antagonist, but stop being a little b**** and respect your employes

" One, two, three… five… seven...  It didn't last too long." - ok... why do I think this in a "holding fingers in the air" way? Am I watching too many cartoons?

"they had absolutely no completely safe or trustworthy allies, so they're unsure of what "allyship" Krupp is always nagging about." - ouch...

"Anything else, any other job or request, would be more favorable than having to fix something like that." - Dottore is Miranda Priestly, and Name is Andrea, Krupp is Emily, obviously.

"and for a brief moment, their heart sank into the endless pit of their stomach.

       Was she actually gone?

       Then, with a cough and a wet splatter that made them grimace slightly, the woman replied.

       "Haha. Very funny, [Name]."

       "Just making sure you know that your actions have consequences."

       "My actions?" she huffed incredulously. Despite her tone, a tired smile played on her lips as the lab assistant approached her side.

       They gingerly brought a hand up to her face, brushing the hair that was sticking to her forehead away with their calloused fingertips, causing her to flinch but she made no attempt to pull away. She was sweating. Worrying, but not unexpected. "Yeah. Your actions."" - This part is so good to me because it shows the psych terror that it must be to work in the Fatui while (still) having a bit of morals, especially under the 2dt, we know the subject is not at fault, but we also know Name has to stick to their boss above everything to guarantee their survival.

"It was as if those voices had never been there in the first place." - INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS EVERYONE

"Lying was an unfortunate but necessary skill in their career. Subsequently, dissociation was also a hell of a skill to have in a career such as theirs." - I'm honestly surprised that they are not catatonically depressed

 "Hell if I know"—they shrugged—"I call them by their names, not their numbers. Everyone knows that. Check the tattoo on her wrist. That's what it's there for, no? Look, I'm running short on time. Just… do what I've asked, okay?" - why am I actually cheering and praising basic human decency?

Im so excited for the rest!

HII DEAR I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING SOONER i promise [name]'s relationship with the dottore segments varies depending on each one, some of them really like talking to [name] 🙏🙏🙏

[name]'s ACTUAL AND REAL intrusive thoughts almost won in that scene....... and not in a funny way, they almost MURDERED A WOMAN????

tbh [name] would side with dottore almost always just to keep themselves alive. though i feel as if... sometimes, just sometimes, they'll challenge him to throw him off. they know the occasional challenge makes him more fond of them. they're always doing what they need to to stay alive 🙏

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

hey so i have a kind of issue ive been pondering over for a while. i currently identify as a trans man, but for a while i thought i might be genderfluid and identified the two possible "genders" i switched between. i gave them names, ill call them s and k here. s was my more feminine gender, i used to describe them as my "girl" gender but now it makes me kind of uncomfortable identifying even partly as a girl. for a while, s used he/she/it pronouns. k uses he/him pronouns and is strictly masculine presenting. sometimes, i will feel like a mix of both "genders" and to be honest, it confuses me because more often than not they feel very distinct and separate, but weirdly similar at the same time? because, well, i usually think theyre both still me. but recently ive been wondering if they really are both me? if that makes any sense at all. because ive been thinking that the two "genders" might not be genders at all but instead like, separate personalities? because my interests change sometimes slightly and sometimes drastically when my "gender" changes, or sometimes i feel conflicted on what i *should* be interested in, if that makes sense? like both hypothetical interests are there, sure, but i feel confused on which one im supposed to like at the moment. and now that im really thinking about this, and typing it out, i have a feeling i might have some kind of plurality?? but im also scared that im getting way ahead of myself and jumping to conclusions, because the "genders" or "personalities" or whatever they are, people maybe, arent always so clearly distinct from one another? because i feel like if they are separate personalities than they both come from a singular base personality maybe? and theres also the issue that if they are two separate personalities or people, than I don't know which one is the real me.

sorry if this was like, really confusing. i just would really like some input on what you think this could be. if its not too much trouble, i hope this could be answered quickly because it's something thats really bothering me but if thats too much stress or whatnot, like you have other asks to get to first, than i totally understand and no pressure! thank you in advance

Hi anon,

It's fairly possible that you could be plural given the experiences you described. It's common for people who don't realize they are systems to experience their plurality in terms of shifting their gender, name, and pronouns, as well as their interests, likes, and dislikes. It's possible that the shifts could be different parts fronting, and it's also possible that the blending between them could be chalked up to blurriness or being cocon. It's understandable that the idea you may be plural could be causing some unease or uncertainty, even as to who you are personally, and please know that you're not alone.

However, as a nonprofessional and as someone who doesn't know you personally, it's not my place to say for certain whether or not you are plural. This could be something to explore further with the guidance or mediation of a mental health professional such as a therapist, ideally one who specializes in dissociative disorders and/or LGBT+ experiences. A therapist, especially one with these concentrations, could help you figure out whether this is to do with gender or if there's something more going on.

Please know that it's okay to explore your identity and discover who you truly are. Identity is a complex and personal journey, it can often fluctuate, and it can take time to understand ourselves fully. Remember to practice self-care, being gentle and patient with yourself along the way. You deserve the space and time to embrace and understand all parts of yourself.

Best of luck in getting to the bottom of this. If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[chaoticanarchies]

//to compensate of me delaying one of the short stories i made of my karl au, heres a new one i made !!!!!! :3 i am genuinely so sorry im delaying it its bc im too busy i dont have time but i have time to make a new one :D !!!!! i have attempted of doing like,,, karl dissociating because since he has like ptsd google has been telling me its common for that to happen and i want to see if how i write it is correct (to anyone who experiences it (whether its ptsd or smth else) please educate me bc i do not know how its like ^^;) anyways lets begin

…everything feels…dark.

i…don’t understand…

how i got in this state…

everything feels fuzzy…

everything feels blank…

why am i here…?

it feels like im surrounded by darkness…

yet, i can see that im in backstage. 

am i…dissociating? 

i can’t feel like i can control myself,

its as if im viewing it from a different perspective.

those unwanted memories, 

they keep coming back. 

i dont want them to be back,

i want them to be gone.

i…-

‘karl..!!!’

i hear someone, calling my name.

my vision feels slightly blurry,

but i see a blurry version of my friends trying to help.

they managed to make me snap out of dissociating by splashing cold water at my face.

‘thank goodness you’re alright, we were worried you did something bad,’ Rachel said worriedly.

ever since that happened,

they stayed by to keep me company,

in case something bad happens again.

im glad i have my friends around,

since they’re very kind and trustworthy;

and would stick by my side if something bad happens.

//mun’s note: still, im genuinely sorry if the way i wrote it is incorrect i have searched stuff on google about it before i wrote on the short story so it may be incorrect 😭 i just hope its fine ig

[crybabyfucktoy]

Could you describe what dissociating means for you? Like how do you feel lr think or not when you are dissociating?

ur second question slightly confuses me haha but let's see..ill give u an example cuz that might be easier to understand haha. So I was driving home from work they other day and something on the radio triggered me to a past rape (which then just kinda makes me spiral down a previous abuse tunnel) and I immediately felt disconnected from my body. Almost like my mind is trying to escape? And then I just feel like I'm drifting and nothing is real for a min? (Sometimes dissociating for me starts with flashbacks but not always.. just depends...in this instance it did)

It's a little hard for me when that happens while driving bc at that point my body is just on auto pilot and im driving without really paying attention to the fact that im driving? Eventually I snap back tho but I'm still glad driving is such an automatic task for me haha. But yea thats basically what dissociating is like for me, I'm sorry if that doesn't make much sense but it's hard for me to explain haha

[biohazardousvoidwithfangs]

same anon as the one just prior, but i considered your post's tags a little more and as an autistic schizoid as well i think you're referring to the experience that is a lack of connection to anyone and inability to fit in. sure, we may not understand some social rules or not realize them due to the autism, but for me there is also a lack of connection even when the Autistic CommunicationTM goes just fine. they may try to talk to me, but they can't reach me, so i'm always somewhere in the distance (emotionally as well), watching people if i'm forced to be there at all. i don't know what it's like to fit in, either

in response to your post abt feeling far away from life, im a schizoid and yeah i very much relate. my pretty much constant and default state of being is dissociation, so i always feel disconnected from my feelings, like i was emotionally killed and taken away from my body then placed within it again as someone undead but who lacks control and true understanding of what was inside the body. my feelings feel trapped away, like my ribcage has been locked and the feelings locked inside somewhere not for me to access. sometimes i can slightly tell what's going on but they feel very far away and not within my reach, i cannot truly feel them at all. i'm being very metaphorical here, but i figure as someone who deals with the very experience of metaphorics that is dissociation i suppose that comes as no surprise. i hope this makes sense, anyway :)

gonna put these on the same post together. but YEAH!!! EXACTLY!!! even if the communication goes well, there's still that disconnect. That most just-autistic people don't seem to experience. They seem to feel "normal" around other autistic people. I've never really had that. I always feel far away. I think what you said makes sense, that the disconnect, the being unreachable, is more schizoid, while the social rules part is more autism. They often do happen at the same time, but they don't always

and I get what you mean, about like being a ghost in your own body. It's weird and disconcerting, but at the same time you feel almost-numb to that too. You know you feel emotions you know you have them, but they're not "yours" they are "other", you know them but you don't "feel" them. it's exactly that

idk I'm rambling. It's Very Nice to not be alone in this, but at the same time I'm so sorry you know what I'm talking about ):

[venom-system]

i very recently came to the conclusion that I may have DID and at least two more alters, out of wich i'm only "getting to know" one.

the problem is everyone's experience with DID here on tumblr seems to be the same, and it confuses me. not that their experiences aren't valid.

speaking hypotetically since I don't want to assume anything until I get a clear diagnosis, if I were to have DID i'd have at least two more alters. for now, ive only been semi-conscious about potentially switching at least once, and as I did, i realized it wasn't the first time. when it happened, I barely had control over myself and what I was doing, and when I snapped out of it my mood changed drastically. as I said, not the first time.

it's all extremely blurry right now, i can't actually interact in any way with this possible alter, and they don't seem to have a sense of self/identity, at least for now. i briefly refer to them as 2, and have associated some traits to them that I've been noticing. so when others talk about how their alters all have names and distinct personalities and feel like actual people, it makes me slightly lose hope that this might not be the right hypotetical diagnosis.

yet I have almost every other symptom of DID, the most prominent one being memory loss, and I do have to say I endured quite a lot of emotional trauma the past 18 years. not to mention that since my thinking is mostly visual, it's hard not to notice when it seems like theres another voice in my head.

so, i'd love to hear your opinion. do you think there may be a possibility i have DID? or am I just overthinking it too much?

Hey,

sorry that it took me so long to respond but I have to focus in 100% when messages are long, I don't want to miss any part of it.

I don't know if you heard about OSDD-1A

You have amnesia like in DID system but your alters are.. you.

They have their own memories, they have their own hobbies, age, style, gender but they represent one person.

For example you but 12 years old you.

Talking about alters- to diagnose DID or OSDD you need just one alter = you + someone.

When switch in DID system takes a place you can't remember what happend, because ''someone'' else takes control of your body.

In OSDD-1B system you can remember when it happend, it can be blurry sometimes but you don't have amnesia.

You don't have to be a system to have some kind of dissociative disorder. That's why you can feel like someone else or have a feeling that you can't control your body. Dissociation + personality disorder= ''idk if it's still me or maybe someone else''. As you probably know you can loss your time or have a problem with your memory because of dissociation as well.

Another thing is- don't take everything on tumblr serious.

The truth is- every system is different and people like to misinterpret everything.

Some systems can't talk with eatch other , some of them can but after therapy process.

Switch is not like a super power or something, it doesn't work like this.

Sometimes you can say when it is happening but usually, expectly when you are ''new'' system you won't even know about it. That's why sometimes people are diagnose with DID when they are 60+.

Switch in OSDD-1B (usually, no, you are not alone) doesn't look like- I was green and now im red- it's more like... I'm yellow (if it makes sense for you).

You don't really feel like you are someone else ''now'' because you will always be you. You can see a difference in your actions or you can wonder why you did something even if you can't imagine to do it right now but that's all. Zero magic, zero fireworks.

Your body is not like a robot (still writing about OSDD-1B system)= someone else takes control while you sit and watch. There is no wall you stand behind. It's more like you are in the balloon, you never know which way the wind will blow and what your reaction will be. Sometimes the balloon bursts and you are here again wondering why you even flew when you are afraid of it...

(sorry for so much metaphor, but it's hard to explain otherwise)

Plus you don't have to have names and backstories to be 100% valid system.

I think that most of the people on tumblr experience DID/OSDD the same way because rest of them just remain silent.

Alters comunicate in their own way- they don't have to talk to you. Sometimes they can show you something, sometimes it's just a thought in your head but you can feel it doesn't belong to you.

Sorry that it took me so long to respond- once again.

If you have any questions I'm here for you.

I hope it helped you.

Thank you for your question

- Karina

[badmemoryneko]

Random HCs of Dolores and Camilo?

you didnt expecified if you wanted hcs of their dynamic,or separated,so i did both.

RANDOM CAMILLO AND DOLORES HEADCANONS

Camillo and Dolores’ dynamic:

When it was time for Dolores to get her gift, she got too nervous and tried switching places with Camillo.

This maybe would had worked... if camillo wasnt a 1yo at the time.

She did changed camillo into her clothes and tried to get on his. Didnt fit but did hide under the bed and expected it to work.

“ What?! It was a fool’s proof plan! ”

Once Mirabel and Camillo heard this story later on, they exchange places all the time and do favors for each other. At least til Camillo gets his gift,then only Mirabel changes clothes.

Dolores knows and has to hide it.

She did tells when they were about 9 and abuela asked ‘Camillo’ to help by shapeshifting for an adult so he could help with like... i dunno maybe putting something up or something like that.

She inmediadly tells on them. How the aftermath went ill leave it to your imagination.

Camillo stole Dolores’ shampoo for a while. She was wondering how could she spend so much til Felix notices and asks Camillo to stop. Went to tell her, but she already had heard it.

Not really the best combo usually, even if Camillo bothers Isabella more. But when they gotta work together they’re a chaos duo, very well coordinated.

Dolores headcanons:

Lil crackhead when younger.

She probably used to believe on love happening like on a 2000s high school movie when she was younger.

Yknow, walking on the higway with heavy books on your arms for no reason, crash onto each other, ”sorry,my bad” said on unison, they help you pick everything up, you loook at their eyes like youre dissociating a little, and then get stuck on that person and everyone knows the movie its about those two, and its gonna be cheesy.

She meet Mariano this way...except more realistic. She was carrying a basket with idk fruit to home, wasnt looking were she was walking cause she was concentrating on hearing something, hit mariano, tripped on her own feet, fell on the floor and all the fruit went rolling. She was annoyed and then Mariano helped her because, thats normal to do, and i like to think hes a nice person and just doesnt know to space his pace on relationships a little because of examples he has seen. So yeah, that happens and she goes walking home thinking “wow, i cant believe that happen... i think im in love. We must be destined together ”

Her view in love has changed with the years, but still has the crush on Mariano and has some of hopeless romantic still on her.

Loves her hair but hates how much hair keeping she has to do sometimes.

Would dance non stop at parties if she didnt got nervous at the thought of so much people watching her do it.

Camillo headcanons:

Tried to teach the rats for that one “ 7 ft frame, rats along his back, when he tells your name it all fades to black ” dance.

Thinks he suceeded when the rats follow the coreography, in reality Bruno teached them while he was sleeping.

Very proud of himself til Bruno tells him, then asks Bruno how to train rats.

Chaos of rats shenanigans for a week.

Mom’s boy. Just not very noticeable at first cause yknow teenager.

Will shapeshift into people, but having slightly bigger hair or gigant hands or something he finds funny about them, kinda like double trouble making adora’s hair as high as possible. (i actually think i saw this when he turned onto felix by being smaller, but im not sure)

Just likes to exgerate things a ton on general. Theather kid stuff.

Almost teared up a little when first ate a chocolate filled arepa (pancakes basically).

Would teach kids swear words if he knew any.