#like with full names and pronouns and whatnot

[cyncerity]

ok cause of content dip, i’m gonna post a picture of ocs cause y’all said you were interested in that like a month and a half ago lol

From left to right their names are Penny (the one in too many colors), Charlie (the mask guy), Mo (cottagecore gnc icon), Roger (the guy who’s on the ground smoking), Ervin (they’re in the purple and green and also me oldest and favorite oc), and Jeda (punk guy with way too much detail in his pants)

i don’t love making oc content, i just have this bunch and i’ve had some of them for close to 6 years, but i just draw them a lot hsksksh

i won’t be making stories for them, especially since they don’t fit with the content I make on tumblr, but know that i have them and i love them. I can definitely post way more pictures and facts about them if anyone is interested but unless anyone asks, i’ll probably only post about them if i don’t have anything else to talk about for the moment.

[ugh-yoongi]

Congrats on the 1k!!!

Can I request an idol boyfriend Namjoon and y/n drabble? Something like they’re on a museum date and Joon is being his intelligent/passionate about art self, talking all the artwork and whatnot, and y/n just gets so turned on so they end up hooking up in a hidden part of the museum? 👀

namjoon being an enthusiastic art heaux? this is right up @effortandmore's alley. thank you for this request, though. this one was fun.

most of the history on the piece described here is from the met's website, here. it's a really interesting and heartbreaking piece; i encourage everyone to check it out.

(also, this is more "waxes poetic about art" than anything else. smut takes me forever to write and i figured you've waited long enough, so you'll have to headcanon it, i am so sorry. also, something about this piece just screamed namjoon to me and i wanted to write it. hope you enjoy anyway!)

nydia

pairing: namjoon x reader (no pronouns used) genre: established relationship au; fluff warnings: can be read as idolverse or not, one mention of suicide (the story behind the sculpture is pretty depressing), light swearing, namjoon being hot and smart, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k

The next gallery you walk into is vast.

Full of windows that cast a mid-afternoon glow on the floor. Stained glass casting colors. In here, everything feels grand. Feels a little overwhelming, reminds you of your place in the world: small, irrelevant, hopeful. You’re standing in a room of giants, both literally and metaphorically.

Namjoon is large on his own, but here it feels endless.

Diana is centered in the room, light dancing across the bronze. As you stare up at her, you wonder if she’s happy with this iteration. If she mourns her original purpose, poised atop one of the city’s most recognizable buildings, now long-gone. Demolished. You wonder if she’s content to be stationary when she used to go the way of the wind.

She’s stunning, even as a replica of her original self, but she’s not what Namjoon came here for.

What Namjoon came here for is also in the center of the room. The marble she’s carved from is more modest than Diana’s glittery bronze, but no less impactful. Her name is Nydia, and Namjoon has been obsessed with her since he’d gotten his hands on a first edition of an old novel, out of place amongst his poetry, but inspired by art and weathered by time and someone else’s devotion to it.

“There she is,” he says, and the room is vast and empty but you could make out the hushed awe in his voice from miles away.

You tuck yourself into his side, feeling just as small next to him as you do next to all of these sculptures. Laugh softly, endlessly endeared, at all the pamphlets he has clutched in his hands. History upon history, always something else to learn, and you could write just as many on the man beside you.

“Tell me about her.”

Namjoon looks down at you. Smiles. Says, “Her name is Nydia,” even though you know that already. “Randolph Rogers sculpted her in 1856. She’s based off of the character from The Last Days of Pompeii.”

You study her. Admire all of her intricacies, all the love that had gone into creating her and telling her story: her closed eyes, the broken Corinthian column lying at her feet, the movement of her dress. You’re vaguely aware of her story, recited to you by Namjoon over the span of three afternoons, one for each volume, so you know enough to know the tragedy, but you’d be able to feel it if you hadn’t.

“In the novel, she was kidnapped and enslaved and rescued by a man named Glaucus. She falls in love with him, but he’s betrothed to Ione.” He sighs, subdued; probably knowing too much about unrequited love. Probably relating too much to the sculpture standing tall before him. “There’s a lot that happens in between, but Vesuvius erupts and Nydia leads Glaucus and Ione to the Bay of Naples, where they’re able to board a ship to safety.”

Namjoon reaches out, careful not to touch, and traces the air along Nydia’s fingertips, her hand that’s raised to her ear. “She’s blind, so she’s used to navigating by sound. Everyone else in Pompeii is unable to see through the ash and rock, but Nydia has never been able to see, so she’s able to get them to the ship by listening to the ocean.”

The two of you share a quiet moment. You wonder what it must’ve been like, living through the chaos of that day. Watching, hearing the world burn down around you, helpless to stop it. Knowing you’re doomed to your fate. You wonder if you would’ve made the same decision as Nydia, if the pain of loving someone who doesn’t love you in return would hurt too much to be selfless. You wonder if it would’ve haunted you.

“What happened to her?”

Namjoon remains quiet. You almost think he doesn’t hear you, but then he answers, just above a whisper: “She decides that death is preferable to the pain of her unrequited love for Glaucus and kills herself. Slips into the sea.”

“Oh.”

The huff of laughter that tumbles out of Namjoon surprises you. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to be depressing.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll just have to write a strongly-worded letter to Edward Bulwer-Lytton.”

A full-on cackle. “Yeah. Let me know what he says.”

“Probably, ‘Sorry my novel upset you, but I’ve been dead for a hundred and fifty years.’” You sigh, trying to shake off the dregs of sadness. “Tell me about Rogers. Is that less depressing, at least?”

Namjoon lights up the way he always does when you ask him about art: entirely, with his whole being. Looks like the first time you told him you loved him, and you think they’re probably the same, that they say the same thing. “Mostly. C’mere.”

You follow him to another sculpture. Ruth Gleaning, it says. “He carved this one, too. It was his first large-scale work, since he’d mostly sculpted busts of tourists after he moved to Italy. Nydia was much more popular, though; a year or two later he was commissioned by the U.S. to do the bronze doors for the Capitol building. He was also commissioned to do a statue of John Adams but it got lost at sea.” Namjoon looks anguished at this. “Fuck, can you imagine? He had to redo the whole thing.”

“Sounds a lot like you.”

“Wow, rude.”

The two of you share another laugh, but you’re struck by all of what Namjoon is. Intelligent, empathetic, eager. Always wants to bring you into what he loves, always wants to share it. Doesn’t deem anything unworthy of knowing, because you wouldn’t have thought Namjoon would know all of this, the history of an American sculptor forgotten behind the likes of Calder, Nevelson, French. But he has assigned spaces for everything, so of course he knows.

It’s a little overwhelming, how much you love him.

How much you want to know him the way he knows everything else.

The gallery you’re in is vast, but it’s filled with love. An artist’s love for its subject, your love for Namjoon. They say the same thing.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Got any trans HCs for the amphibia trio? I love the many different interpretations I've seen from this fandom

I don't know about specific headcanons, I know I'm considering making Anne trans in RiAAU but I haven't decided yet.

In one hand: it would be interesting to think how she deals with her first periods because, well, amphibians don't have those, and Hop Pop assumes she's dying (she doesn't tell anyone else because she's so embarrassed). Not that he tells her that, but it really freaks him out. He thinks she has some sort of internal damage, and it's only after months of research that he finds out about some rare mammalian species, such as a few monkeys and rodents, that experience the same cycle Anne goes through. The whole point of this is that it makes Anne feel even more out-of-place. She doesn't remember her world or her parents, only that she came from "somewhere" (possibly another continent) full of people of her species, and she wonders if things would have been easier if she grew up with her biological family. I mean, surely this would be easier. It just serves as a reminder that she knows nothing about her species, not even its name, and she has no idea of how her biology works or what is good and bad for her or how long she'll live or what changes she'll go through.

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BUT, on the other hand: Trans Anne. Let's start with the obvious: amphibians don't have penises or vaginas and they reproduce externally, meaning they like... release eggs and sperm in the water and they mix without the involvement of either parent, meaning no one knows what the cultural significance of a "penis" or a "vagina" tends to be in most human cultures. As a literaly 3yo, Anne probably didn't have an extensive understanding of s.ex and gender, and it wasn't like the clothes she showed up with told Hop Pop much. She just knew that, as time went on, she found herself relating more and more to the female frogs of Wartwood, and she almost subconsciously began to refer to herself as a girl. There wasn't any big coming out moment, more like a point in which, after months of ambiguity (this kid kept using different pronouns for herself) she just settled on some good ol' she/her and began picking somewhat girly clothes when Hop Pop took her to the market.

It's not like the concept of trans people doesn't exist in Amphibia, it's just that Anne didn't realize that was her situation until, at least, meeting Marcy, and noticing the differences between them. It's not like either of them had ever seen another human from up close, so they didn't know what to expect anyway. Anne's only encounters with Sasha beforehand had consisted on magical girl swordfighting in the sky and whatnot. Certainly not enough to discuss their unique biology, which is something Marcy is very excited to discuss, since she's never met anyone with her same "condition" before, and she wants to know everything, so she uses her as her little rat lab whenever she has the chance. Even then, since she also lacks all knowledge of human s.exual dimorphism and its cultural implications, she doesn't associate anything about either of their bodies to any specific gender that could possibly be asigned to anyone based on biological feautures. Since Sasha remembers the most from Earth, she's probably the only one who could maybe possibly remeber her mom or the kindergarden teacher saying something about "the difference between boys and girls", but by the point she's in speaking terms with Anne, and by the time she realizes their bodies are different, she doesn't really care.

That's not to say Anne doesn't experience dysphoria or that she never undergoes any kind of physical transition. It was probably around the time her voice started to change during puberty that she realized her case may be kinda unique: neither Marcy nor Sasha's voices have changed that much, she can tell even though she only sees Marcy in person like once every 3 years and all the words she exchanges with Sasha consist of death threats and insults. Plus, there's a clear difference between """male""" and """female""" voiced in frogs too. She doesn't want to sound like a man! She doesn't want to be anything like a man! Men are gross! Sorry Sprig, Hop Pop, but it's true. Men are icky icky yuck yuck and Anne is a girly girl. She doesn't want to turn into Stumpy! Or Buff Loggle! Oh, no, is that her future? She commits the triple mistake of 1) sending a letter to Marcy that same day, 2) knocking on Maddies' door promising her firstborn if she can save her from turning into Stumpy, and 3) she becomes obsessed researching mammalian biology in the archives. Bad decision. Bad bad. She's discovering things to feel dysphoric about she never even knew existed! Did you know mammalian mothers feed their offsprings with "milk" that comes from their "mammary glands"? Did Sasha and Marcy have those? She hates herself a little for checking out Marcy next time she sees her and she realizes that, indeed, in the past years she's grown a pair of those that Anne does NOT have. She notes that both she and Sasha are pretty much hairless. She used to think hair was a normal mammalian trait! That weasel that tries to eat the frogs every winter sure is covered in it!

Maddie shows up to her door with a bunch of new spells to try out, happy to have a willing subject. Most embarrassingly, Marcy starts doing her own research as soon as she gets Anne's letter and sends her all her discoveries, and now Anne feels mortified because Marcy knows about all the bad bad very bad changes she's going through (Marcy, for her part, is just fascinated by the nature of their "condition").

It takes a bit, but after a few very frenzied weeks, Anne comes to understad what's going on: her species had certain level of sexual dimorphism and she just happened to have been born with the supposed "sex" usually associated with "men" as a social category. When Hop Pop finds out, he burst into laughter. Oh, it was THAT all along! Anne made it sound so complicated, but it was just the same things he went through when he was younger, just the other way around ("Say what now Hop Pop?")! A few curses here and there and she won't have to worry about these so called "mammary glands" and "hair" anymore, though in the meantime, as Maddie perfects a human-friendly curse, she gets turned into all sort of different creatures. By the time it's done, she just wants to feel like... herself.

It's true that there are some things about her body that make her feel weird, like they don't quite fit in, but there are others she only worries about because she compared herself to Sasha and Marcy, which wasn't fair to anyone involved. Did she really want to fundamentally change parts of her body because of insecurities she developed last week over a book about lemurs? Then, a second set of fears come in: what will happen when she goes back to her place of origin? Because she does want to find her birth family. Will they recognize her, if they're looking for a boy? Will they think she's lying if she claims to be their daughter? If she changes only a few things but doesn't "go all the way", will people there think she's a freak? Will she ever be able to fit in with those of her species?

Does she really care so much about what other people think? She just wants to be herself. Some of the changes she's been going through are making her feel less like herself and more like she's being turned into a tax collector from Toad Tower. Those things have to go - her voice, for example. And she wants a more femenine silhouette (she may or may not show Maddie photos of young Mrs. Croaker as a reference). She wants a softer face. She's seeing her face changing in the mirror and she doesn't like it. She wants it to stay round and soft, not to grow hard and sharp or big and rough. She's not so sure she wants those "mammary glands". It's not like she ever thought about having kids, and the whole "breastfeeding" thing just seems gross, but after her research, and finding out she could have kids with, I don't know, maybe Marcy one day (a thought that makes her blush), she thinks it may be a good idea. She'll consider it. Maybe later. Her genitalia... well, she's used to what she has now. It already took her like 10 years to fully figure out what it was and how it worked and starting over with a whole new set just feels like too much work (also, the babies, the potential babies with Marcy). Frogs and toads have neither "penises" or "vaginas" so there's not a lot of information, and based on books about lemurs and her own empirical experience, comparing herself to other mammalian species isn't too useful. She'll leave it the way it is. She'll see if there's anything else she wants to change later, or if she wants to go back on something.

Marcy is surprised next time Anne visits Newtopia. In her letters, she described this strange transformation in excruciating detail, but seeing her in person now, holding her face in her hands, all she sees is the same Anne she's always loved.

A few more ideas:

HEADCANON: in Amphibia, two people of the same "s.ex" can reproduce through magic, which means there has to be a concious effort and intent. The external fertilization process there's no such thing as a pregnancy, and there's no such thing as s.ex. All reproduction is intentional, which means there's no need for abortion either. There are processes to destroy fertilized eggs and embryos, but they look completely different from human abortions.

Amphibians may perform acts resembling s.ex for pleasure or fun but they look different from human s.ex and have no relation to reproduction.

Andrias is the only person in Amphibia who knows enough about humans to know how they reproduce (a process he finds repulsive). He never tells Marcy, of course, though once she becomes queen, she finds his secret library and his hidden tomes on "alien biology", some of which talk about humans. He's also the only one who knows humans can have children on accident, and that Anne is the only human in Amphibia who could cause something like that to happen (he reads all of Marcy's correspondence). He knows his daughter is very close to this weird farm girl penpal of hers, and even though she's still a child, he worries for her future and the future of the crown. This new discovery could land the crown in the hands of a dynasty of aliens if he's not careful. Is it weird that he spends so much time worrying about his 12yo daughter getting pregnant from another 12yo? Yes, yes it is, but he already controls every aspect of her life, it's not like he's going to stop at her sexuality, future, real, or imaginary.

Man now that I wrote it all down, I think this option is more compelling than the first. Maybe I WILL go with this one.

[photographerstanheight]

FIRST DEAD BODY I'VE EVER SEEN...

THEY LOOK DIFFERENT IN REAL LIFE. THEY DON'T MOVE.

Hi. I'm Adam. Adam Stanheight. 26 years old. He/Him, what else do I say... I got no goddamn clue what I am. Bi? Gay? Pan? Don't give a shit. Women are cool. Men are fucking great. Like all those kinds of people. I'm that one guy, you probably know me, from that fucking bathroom shithole or whatever. It fucking sucked. ...And now I'm here. Posting on some random website I thought was interesting, plus it's full of freaks to make fun of. What will I post exactly? No fucking idea. Cats, photos I've taken, maybe some death threats to Jigsaw... By the way Jigsaw go kill yourself. Old Prick. Anyway. Do whatever. I really don't give a shit, you wanna talk? Talk. You wanna send memes? Send memes. Make sure they're fucking funny. You wanna whine to me about how sad your sorry life is? Go right ahead. I'm not a therapist so I'll probably laugh in your face.

Everyone shut the fuck up we have a fucking art fridge now this is a new addition yes I’m serious

Art 1. (Mr Millipede ily /p)

Art 2. (Aka me kissing billy its canon)

Art 3. (Smiling friends… smiling friends save me…)

Art 4. (Me and the HOMIE!!! A COUPLE OF BFFSSS!!! Unless… WHO SAID THAT!!!!)

By the way look at my cool ass cat. Her name is Mabel.

OOC UNDER THE CUT

Frowns... Hi chat... It's me... Dew... Sighs....... I have been uncovered from the depths of hell.... sad face emoji... but hi :,]

I'm sure all my mutuals will come swarming so i'm not gonna go thru the whole junk ab pronouns or whatnot ugh... he/him just in case. also don't be weird. I am an adult and yeaes ... so yeah if i see age below 18 i will nawt be doing weird 18+ stuff BITES OWN ARM OFF

But heeeeeyyyy, I'm a chainshipping, rustynailshipping and yapping FREAK so i made this to hopefully hang out w chatters... but also i wanna bother the fuck outta apprentices and other people sorry not sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Erm.. what else... my writing of Adam will be that he's trans!!!!! Omg ur transgener... That is so cool... He has top surgery but not bottom surgery,, guh... girl queen pussy boss....

AAAAnd I think I'm gonna let a bit of my chaos out so expect poootentially sooome sexual schtuffs?? Yours truly has some sillies in mind as a hypersexual loser like myself... I won't make it his whole personality tho idk :P

How did Adam get out of the trap? I don't fucking know and I am too goddamn lazy to think of it rn. I'll post tho when I actually can think , puts splinters in my eyes

Tags... lame. Whatever yapyap i'm a loser and i like 2 b fan see

|📸| ~ 𝑴𝑶𝑫 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑺. - ya boy is yapping

|📸| ~ 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺. - ask replies ofc

|📸| ~ 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. - hes talking to people waoah,...

|📸| ~ 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺. - he's talking!!!!! just for fun

|📸| ~ 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑺. - beginning to roleplays perhaps idk i just like to have them

anyway erm... face reveal!!!!

[josephslittledeputy]

OC Smash or Pass

Tagged by the ever so lovely @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @strafethesesinners thank you!!

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

For further propaganda, here's her tag on my oc blog

QUICK FACTS:

Full Name: Sidra Navros Height: 5'7 Age: 27 Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual

PROS:

- High libido/Kinky (sex is life changing) - Devoted/Romantic - Painter (will paint you like one of her french girls) - Animal & Nature lover - Protective (if someone wrongs you, she'll take that personally lol. she'll fight your fights) - Likes to gift things to her partners/friends (if she sees something and it makes her think of you, she'll pick it up. i.e. something you mentioned liking or whatnot)

CONS:

- Jealous/Petty/Vindictive (plays the long game w/revenge) - Unhinged/Low sanity (sometimes, mostly she's toootally fine!) - Has a handful of vices (smoking, drinking, occasional substance abuse, likes to fight, likes to party, etc) - Doesn't trust easily/Has more than a few secrets (doesn't like when others she's interested in has secrets though) - Sometimes develops feelings for a fwb/one night stand (says she won't, is usually lying) - Lots of admirers, probably has an a few unhinged ex(es) out there

Tagging @clicheantagonist @tommyarashikage @alexxmason

@inafieldofdaisies @la-grosse-patate @direwombat (no pressure ofc!)

[northstardrabbles]

nightfall's intro post

tw for human experimentation and a bit of cannibalism in the backstory section—it'll be below the cut if you don't want to read that

basics

full name - nightfall/0011 age - 27 gender/pronouns - transmasc (he/it) species - human (sort of)

appearance

extra appearance notes:

he's 6'2

the purple bits glow in the dark, he cannot turn it off

he has a bunch of little bone spikes on his shoulders/arms. i'm just too lazy to draw them most of the time

physiology

i genuinely need a section for this because this guy is messed UP. all of this is a result of the experiments run on him and/or how they went wrong.

his need for food/water/rest is about half that of a normal human. he still feels hungry/tired/etc at the same points as most people, but can push through it for MUCH longer

he can see in the dark and his pupils are reflective

has a significant healing factor, he's not unkillable but can survive a frankly stupid amount of damage

its saliva is basically acidic, corrosive enough to damage skin. he's not immune to this effect so it seriously screws with his throat and whatnot

personality

generally pretty antisocial. since he lives in a rural area and looks as fucked-up as he does, he prefers not to interact with people most of the time. when he does (normally because he has no other choice), he tends to get straight to the point and can be somewhat impatient. while not exactly prone to violence, he knows his strength and is willing to threaten people if necessary.

when he does form attachments it's very slowly, and although he never really drops the blunt attitude, he's seriously defensive of the people he likes.

backstory summary for the people who need to heed the tw

basically he got experimented on, broke out of the lab, and fucked off to live in the woods on his own

side tangent before the backstory

there are going to be a lot of mentions of these things called 'exoliths' in this project, including nightfall's backstory.

the tl;dr is that exoliths are fist-sized stones that are conduits for EXTREMELY concentrated magic, they're fully sentient and can take control of a human body to use as a host. normally this isn't permanent and control must be traded back and forth, but stronger exoliths can make a permanent bond with their host and basically replace them—the person ceases to exist and the exolith is in control of the body full-time. when this bond is made, the 'person' is also referred to as an exolith.

backstory

most of his early life is unimportant, and he'll tell you so himself. he ended up on the streets at a young age, eventually taken in by a stranger named sev. alongside a large handful of other kids/teenagers, nightfall was raised in an almost clinical environment that turned out to be a testing ground for making new exoliths and testing their abilities to form permanent bonds. he was stripped of his name and given the designation 0011, as well as the eventual project name of 'nightfall', which he uses to this day.

once he was deemed fit for the next round of testing, sev and their team attempted to forcibly bond an exolith with nightfall's body. initially the test actually seemed to be successful, but it didn't take long for his body to start rejecting the process. instead of having his consciousness overwritten as intended, nightfall actually survived—somewhat. the partial bond resulted in serious damage to his mind and a slew of physical mutations from the unchecked magic in his system.

in this unstable state, nightfall eventually made an escape from the lab, leaving a trail of carnage behind him as he went. nearly-feral, there was no difference to him between humans and any other kind of meat—food was food.

even in this state of mind, he recognized there was no safe way to return to how he'd been before and sev would surely come to recollect him—so he simply walked off into the woods, now finding cover in abandoned shelters and hunting for food as he travels from place to place with no real destination in mind. he still regresses back to that state from time to time, going back to the same violent tendencies, but is more stable nowadays than he was before.

[robotlearnstolove]

2024-06-04

The Stained Knife

As soon as Peter reached the mailbox, he realized, to his horror, that he had brought the kitchen knife with him. The nine-inch, polished steel blade flashed back the dappled sunlight that filtered through the overhead leaves and branches of the tall maple tree, still stained with the thick, reddish juices of the pickled beets he’d been in the process of dicing. In his excitement to check the mail, he had completely forgotten to leave it on the cutting board. His eyes darted up and down the street to see if any neighbours or passersby happened to be looking in his direction. He could already feel his forehead and cheeks becoming hot and sweaty as his mind’s eye conjured strangers’ faces wearing terrified expressions at the sight of a man walking out of his house holding what appeared to be a bloodstained knife.

In reality, however, there was no one around. A slow sigh escaped his mouth as he stood still and alone, watching for any potential onlookers. He kept the knife tucked at his side and pointed downward. It was as inconspicuous as he could keep it without risking a beet brine stain on his clothing. He hadn’t even been living in the neighbourhood a month and this was not the kind of first impression of himself he wanted to be giving his neighbours.

When he was completely certain that there was no one else around, he took a step forward, collected the letters from the mailbox with his free hand and stiffly turned around to walk back into the house.

Before he was even halfway there, a voice behind him said, “Mr. Sargent?”

Slowly, Peter twisted around around and saw the mail carrier standing at the intersection of the sidewalk and his walkway.

“Thought you already came by,” said Peter with a vague gesture from his handful of letters. He was still holding himself in an uncomfortable twisted position.

“Found one more for ya,” said the mail carrier, brandishing forward a single letter, clearly waiting for him to come take it.

Peter didn’t move and they both stood motionless, quietly staring at one another for several seconds. Then, he watched as the mail carrier’s eyes casually drifted downward. When they noticed the knife, Peter shivered and his heart began pumping self-conscious dread through his veins.

“I’m holding this knife,” he said, feeling nauseated. Then he paused, unsure of what to say next and, when he couldn’t think of anything, he continued, “for completely normal reasons.”

“If I had to guess,” said the mail carrier with a shrug and and subtle nod, “it looks like you’ve been cutting beets with it.”

“Ah. Yeah,” said Peter, deflated. He shifted his grip on the knife. His palms were hot and damp. After several tense seconds, he asked, “How did you know my name?” It was the first thing he could think of saying that would change the subject and immediately regretted it. The answer was so obvious. He was making fool of himself.

“Well,” the mail carrier said in a kind tone “it’s kind of part of my job to look at names all day. My name’s Carmen, by the way. Pronouns she her. I’ll be delivering you mail for the foreseeable future. You must have moved in sometime in the past month. Forwarded mail and whatnot.” She was still holding out the letter.

“That’s right. I did,” said Peter, turning all the way back around. With the hand that was already full of letters, he reached shakily forward and managed to take the letter from Carmen, almost dropping all of them in the process. As soon as had it, she nodded and took a step backward. After a brief pause, he did the same and said, “I guess you already know my name’s Peter. Mine are he him.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter. You have a nice day,” said Carmen with another glance at the knife and a note of finality in her voice. “I’ve got to keep at it,” she added as walked away.

“Yeah. Nice,” said Peter. Dumbfounded, he stood in his front yard for at least another ten seconds before hastily making his way inside.

[azems-familiar]

this is a pinned post i guess

Welcome to my blog!

My name is Liadan or Lee, but I'll respond to various shortenings of the urls I've had over the years, so don't feel fussed to change how you think of me in your head if that's the case. I'm in my mid-20s and have been on this hellsite since 2016. I use either they/them or xe/xem pronouns and am a trans, bigender, ace butch, happily engaged to my qpp @ipreferfiction. I am proship, anti-censorship, and not afraid to use the block button if you start causing me problems.

I don't have sideblogs so all content I find interesting or relevant will be here on this blog. Ask to tag if there's something you'd like to filter out - I can't guarantee I'll remember it, but I do my best. All politics go under #politics. Big current events will usually go under #current events if I remember. I try to tag fandoms but that doesn't always particularly work. My personal textpost tag is #ramblings. For things I create, look under #my edits (screenshots/virtual photography), #my writing (snippets and whatnot), and #my fic (full-length fic posts or links). My ask tag is #asked and answered; my tag game tag is #things i'm tagged in; any ask games I reblog will be tagged with #ask me thiiings. Ultimately, this is my own personal space; I will do my best to adjust for other people's comfort but I won't completely put myself into a box for it.

If we're mutuals, I will politely ask you to tag posts with bug pictures/etc in them with #bug - I have a bug phobia and while I do my best to curate on my own, sometimes i still get images on my dash and that's definitely not the most enjoyable thing.

My current main fandom is ffxiv, but there will be occasional posting about star wars (especially swtor and kotor), dragon age (especially with the new game coming out), mass effect, and other various things I find interesting. I have ocs in most of the above fandoms, and tag them all as #oc: [name here]! Just in case you'd like to go looking for them.

There will be Lalafell/Non-Lalafell shipping on this blog. If that bothers you, unfollow me/block me/hit the back arrow now. I will not tolerate harassment for it. This is your only warning.

FFXIV OC Directory

Links will be added here as I write actual posts for these guys! First name is their current incarnation as of the Seventh Astral Era, second is their original, Unsundered, ancient self. Any in-between reincarnations will be in bulleted lists beneath the main headings.

Lelesu Lesu // Seleukos (MAIN)

G'lyhhia Heleh (Third Astral Era)

Rhaya Wolndara // Kyriaki

Savvel // Athanasios

Seika Valeriant // Psyche

Fic Directory

I use various pseuds on AO3 to separate by fandom. That said...

FFXIV fics:

your boldness stands alone among the wreck (series): Catch-all series for everything related to Lelesu's and Corrain's shared universe. Childhood friends Helios and Seleukos rise to prominence in their society, building a home for themselves, only to watch it all come crashing down during worldwide calamity. Lelesu and Corrain, both chosen by Hydaelyn, struggle to navigate the life of a hero among personal griefs, world-ending threats, far too many politics, thirteen-thousand-year-old pasts returning to haunt them...and the trials and tribulations of crushes.

in the shadow of the sun (series): Broken by grief inflicted during the Final Days and tempered to Zodiark besides, Azem - an Unsundered Ascian - discovers the fragmented soul of their lost best friend in Corrain, the Warrior of Light. Unable to stay away from him, Azem slowly learns how to live again among the loss, and how to look to the future instead of stay mired in a nostalgia- and pain-tinted view of the past that never truly existed.

Both the above series are cowritten with @sunderedazem, and Corrain and Helios belong to him.

All Star Wars fics can be found here

MDZS/The Untamed

[catt-nuevenor]

for brief context: i like to keep a document with all my favorite i.f. games and summary, my MC's/MCs' notes, said games' tumblr accounts, and whatnot. one of the things i also like to keep note of is the creators' preferred address and pronouns

i tried to find your preferred name (which? i assume?? is Catt?? but that could just be for giggles, idk if you want to be called by your url, some do and some don't) on your blog, on mobile and desktop, in your desktop "Author" tab, in tumblr's terribly unreliable search-bar, and haven't found much of anything

so, i wanted to ask if i may: dear author, what do you prefer to be called and what pronouns accompanies your name/pseudonym?

Well, I'm very flattered to be considered among your favourite If authors, especially seeing as I don't have a full game/story out yet.

Catherine will do just fine, and my pronouns are she/her.

Thank you for taking the time to ask!

--EDIT--

Also, thanks for the nudge to update my author info! Should have done that a while ago.

[shzmluvrs]

very very specific request but 2019 freddy x clown collector reader? like reader collects clown dolls and all that kinda jazz and just how freddy would feel about that

(😭)

For some reason, as I go through dark times, this triggered such motivation and inspiration within me, so I thank you deeply🥲🫵🏽🫶🏽.

Also, I'm gonna name you bc I can pretty much guess you have a thing for specifically 2019 Freddy and that's pretty unique about you, so your name is 2019 (unless you have something more creative in mind lmao-).

~ Star✨️

Circus Baby

Prompt: The weird and overly fan-obsessed didn't particularly have a place at Fawcett Central. But, there they were, anyway, to be gawked and mocked at by the relatively common and "normal" student body. And while yes, Freddy was a prime suspect in the 'overly obsessive' category, he had to admit you definitely took the cake for the 'weird' department. In a good way to him, of course. Besides, who else is he gonna jokingly refer to as a wanna-be Gotham villain?

Timeline: Post Shazam! Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Clowns (if they scare you, you not gonna like this at all, I'm sorry😭)⚡️Cursing⚡️Mentions of insecurity/anxiety and whatever relating⚡️Me being a little unhinged about this subject (for some reason-)⚡️Cringe? A little. But get over it tbh...

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns! Clowncore Aesthetic/Style!

Requested By: Anon (2019?)

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I know you said clown collector, but because I'm literally insane, I wanna take this a step further...

Reader who is just full steam ahead into the clown-lifestyle😻🤡!!

Surely, it all started at a young age with your odd habit of collecting any bit of clown-related memorabilia you could get your grubby little hands on. But it soon escalated (and I'm betting startling your parents💀) into you basically being a clown.

Well, not literally.

I mean, you entertained the idea that you were decently humorous, and the occasional animal balloon tricks were attempted, but besides that, you managed to take something known for its silly (sometimes scary) wackadoo nature, and made it ✨️girlboss✨️.

And it helped that you didn't exactly shy easy, so you were proudly showing up places in your colorful, rainbow, clown-esque outfits...

Unless, of course, you happen to have a specific and favorable color, to which then it was your clown-esque wear themed specially in that color.

And your creative makeup that managed to be both cute and clown. Clute, if you will. Or maybe Cu-own...? Uh...😬...

And you could never forget about your hair. Unless you're a huge fan of styling and coloring your actual hair in cool, funky colors and ways, wigs were your best friend...

"Places" included school, for the most part, and you had thankfully become desensitized to the rude and teasing stares and the unprompted comments and whatnot... And at some point, so did the rest of the student body and staff, because it was clear no matter what they said, you weren't gonna tone down yourself for them.

Plus, it was fun! You felt as though the positive outweighed the negatives, thoroughly enjoying the bright-eyed and excited looks on younger grade's faces when they saw you occasionally pass through their section of the building, or when you'd actually receive compliments on your makeup from some of your peers. Plus, you were routinely asked to do other people's theater makeup, so-...

You got to try out new looks, new styles, new whatever every day without a care in the world!

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It was something Freddy found himself admiring about you from afar. It's not like you were exactly hard to miss, but it didn't change the fact that every seventh period, he'd wake himself up from an exhausting school day in complete, full anticipation for your arrival. He adored your outfits, your makeup, your hair, and once the day came when he'd finally gain the courage to speak to you, he'd hopefully adore you as whole, too.

That day came when you two were assigned to be partners for an upcoming project. A bittersweet emotion ran through his chest. Wasn't this what he wanted? The perfect excuse, chance, opportunity to get to know you? He was so nervous, he broke out into a cold sweat. Hands growing shaky and clammy, watching as you approached through the gaggle of other students shuffling around to get to their partners. And once finally sat, he stared, completely tuning out the teacher's next set of instructions.

At first, he couldn't bring himself to speak. For what seemed like the first time in a long while, Freddy Freeman was speechless. In complete awe by your presence (and ecstatic you hadn't grimaced or groaned when he was announced to be your partner), he admired every single detail of your purposefully paled face, the random little specs of glitter, elongated eye and mouth features thanks to eyeliner, and the outfit was definitely another one for the books.

At first, this boy's intense stare up and down your figure made you hope he wasn't actually the weirdo he was coming off as. Granted, you...did look like a clown, but once the stare surpassed the entire rant the teacher had gone on and then some minutes afterwards, you felt it necessary to speak up.

"Um... So, do you know how you wanna go about the project? Or...?"

"Sorry for- Oh my god, I-...Sorry for staring, that was probably really creepy for you and that's, like, the opposite of what I wanna do here-. I just think that this, whatever this is, this whole..." He used a big hand gesture to reference your ensemble. "...Is the coolest ever and I'm literally blown away."

"?!?😃 Oh my god, thank you 😃?!?"

And that was all it took before the two of you were hyperactively conversing back and forth on, not even just style choices, but on any and everything else that came to mind. It was like a force had been sparked between you two, the fire unable to be put out, let alone dimmed. It led to the start of an immediate and solidified friendship. Which, of course blossomed into something more. But I wanna focus on more of the "firsts" for now.

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Aka, The first time you had entered his home and met his family, which was the same day y'all met. He hadn't prepped you or anything, simply guaranteeing that they were bound to love your company and to pay no mind to any comments they might make. And while sure, you were pretty much used to having that mindset already, for some reason, this time made you nervous. Nervous like the very first time you had truly discovered you even liked this style and wanted to go out in public dressed as such, nervous. It had you adjusting your pins, clothing, and other accessories the entire walk there, and you swore that you had probably stress-sweat all of your hard-work makeup away.

To keep this short and sweet, every interaction was... unique, to say the least. First, there was a tall brunette sporting prep-wear, waltzing around the house with her phone pressed against her ear and determination in her voice to ace this interview for a nearby community college. But upon seeing you, stopped dead in her tracks and (much like Freddy) s t a r e d.

"That's Mary." "Your sister?" "Yes, out of two." "She's pretty."

"Freddy, why is there a clown in our home? Darla's birthday isn't for another four months."

Ngl, that stung you a little, but nothing you haven't heard (or expected to hear) before...

"Wh- No, shut up, that's not- She's a friend from school, we have a project together. This is just what she looks like, this is how she looks." "...Oh :). Well, you're gonna have to teach me how you have such a smooth base, because my products could never. Anyways, talk later, interview..." And with a shy point to her phone, she left you with a grin that you returned, growing flattered at the compliment on your makeup.

Then there was a boy, about shoulder height with glasses, who barely gave half of a glance in your direction. It's not that he didn't see you at all. He just... didn't care. Clearly, too focused on the TV screen that he stood basically directly in front of. "Optimal gaming stance, he claims..." Freddy informed, swiftly pulling you along before you could become engrossed in the Mortal Kombat fight yourself.

You were lead to the kitchen, Freddy rummaging through the pantry and fridge on the hunt for proper sustenance while you worked together. It was there, you were met with his mother, who gave a very "mom-happy" yet clearly confused smile. "Hi...!" She greeted suddenly, which urged you to awkwardly strike out your hand for her to shake. If you knew you were gonna be literally seeing his entire family same day, you would've toned down a little bit, at least. Just to let them get used to it all... but alas...

"Hi, I'm (Y/N). I'm just here to work on a project with Freddy." "Oh, I see! A theater project."

"Nah, science." Freddy corrected with a tone of casualty, kicking the fride door closed with the stub of his crutch, his other hand/arm supporting the weight of all of his gathered snacks and drinks.

"Oh." Rosa smiled again, still innocently confused. And before you could try to explain, Freddy was already insistent on the hurry to his room. It's okay, though, because once Rosa realized what you wore was just a creative, style choice a while later, she found it just that. Creative. And totally supported and compared it to alternative styles she'd seen back in her high school days, bless her heart🥰😭.

On the way towards/up the stairs was where you encountered what you had to assume was Freddy's father and older brother, who breezed past the two of you at first, but then did quick double-takes. "Ohooh, you look sick! What is this, like a statement, or...?" You received an immediate compliment from Victor, a chuckle leaving your throat along with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Something like that, I guess." And then Pedro, who did a scan up and down your figure much like Freddy had in class, before giving a satisfactory nod.

"Cool." "Thank you :')."

Walking down the hallway en route to Freddy's room, there was one more escapade that involved your purse accidentally falling open and your makeup going everywhere. It was the glittery stuff, too, so not only was it an expensive loss, but it was now going to be permanently marked onto the hardwood floor (yes, you felt beyond terrible, but it doesn't really matter bc a. There's already stains and glitter and whatnot everywhere in that house that are permanent, Rosa and Victor have given up on them, you can't convince me otherwise. And b. They ended up renovating by the second movie anyway, so it's fine😭).

It didn't stop you from desperately trying to scoop it all up, anyways, though (cuz I would, too, ngl-). Freddy informed that he'd go to his room to set the food down and would be back to help you, which was fine, but it left you in his hallway desperately scrambling at loose makeup like a weirdo. But clearly, that isn't what Darla saw when she poked her itty bitty head out of her room at the commotion. In her eyes, you were a mystical, magical being that harbored one of her favorite things in the whole world (glitter, duh), and she squealed so l o u d-

It scared you at first, especially when she came barreling towards you and almost managed to tackle you in an unexpected but returned hug. Rambling on and on about what a honor it was to meet you, "...whatever you are...!" She added, which pulled a giggle from your lips, and how excited she was and how she had so much to show you and-

"Oh my god, D, why..." Freddy sighed, having left for what was barely even a minute or so and had come back to find his youngest sister perched in your lap and talking your ear off. He should be doing that! Well, I guess minus the sitting in your lap part.

Unless you're into that🥴.

Idk. Anyways-

"DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, DID YOU KNOW SHE WAS HERE?!" "😐Yes, I did. I brought her here. She's my friend and we're BUSY, so you need to go back to your ROOM, and mind your BUISNESS, please."

It took a lot more convincing, but after promising you'd converse with Darla another time (without Freddy💀-), she did as told and you two had finally entered his room. You found yourself quiet impressed with his superhero memorabilia, something about it reminding you of your own "little" collection back home. Maybe the obsessiveness of it all, or simply just how much of it there was. But you didn't have the pleasure of questioning, because-

"What the hell...?" "Dude, don't start-" "-I wasn't gonna say anything." "You literally were, I can tell by that dumb look on your face." "Freddy, I guarantee you, I'm not the dumb looking one in this room. And don't get me wrong, it isn't her either..." "Harhar, you're so funny. Why don't you leave and go do stand up comedy? I think you in particular would make an excellent CLOWN, don't you think, (Y/N)?"

"I... uhm...uh... ;-;." You weren't expecting a fifth sibling, that's for sure. His family was clearly very diverse. And at first, you couldn't quite tell if he was getting ready to bully you or not, seeing as Freddy was very quick with his wit in order to defend you. You wouldn't doubt it. Billy seemed to suffer from a bad case of RBFS.

Resting Bitch Face Syndrome.

"Ignore him." Freddy advised, whipping open his laptop while Billy scoffed.

"I'm right here, y'know. This is my room, too, you guys can't just-" "Okay, fine, then ignore him harder."

You giggled. It was grounds for Billy to address you separately/on his own.

"I like your outfit. It just...caught me off guard." You smiled, giving a nod of understanding. "Thanks, I get that a lot."

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The first time Freddy visited your house was months after the initial meeting. Not for any particular reason, there just hadn't been any real excuse until now...

"My parent(s) have been dying to meet you, like, I swear, if they keep pestering me about it, I was going to actually go insane. On some Joker type shit."

Freddy laughed at your last remark, but as we all know, the boy is quick-witted and smart-mouthed, so it was always easy for him to launch off of literally anything you say with a teasing remark that... sometimes you swore was him actually flirting. But, you couldn't be too sure. You didn't wanna ruin a good thing.

(You say as you literally bring him home to your parent/guardian(s) as if that's not the literal thing you do when-...nvm).

"Oh, so you've been gassing me up, huh~? Cute, cute... D'you tell them how much I adore you? Wouldn't want them thinking I'm neglecting you or anything." "Stop it." You giggled, nudging at his shoulder before pulling out your house key.

Freddy didn't exactly know what he expected upon entering your household. He supposed it'd reflect yourself. Colorful and creative, lots of little knick-knacks and trinkets, endless amounts of stuff to fill any empty space... At the very, very, fantasy like most, your house would be some foreign cottage in the woods that resembled a lot like the witche's candy house from the Hansel & Gretel tale (before it rotted, ofc).

So naturally, he was a little thrown off to find it was his very least thoughts that had come to play, the house almost gray compared to you. White walls, furniture organized hyper-symmetrically, every last item in its very clear-cut place. Not a spec of dust or dirt, not a thing out of place... and quiet. Almost eerily so. Well, maybe not. It could just be the fact that he wasn't used to seeing and hearing a house as such, given his living situation (loud family, messy-homey-actually looks lived in house...). But regardless-

"...I'm home!!" The call out to your parent(s) startled him for a moment, and though you did receive an answer back that sounded like it came from a room close by, it was almost like it echoed against the silence. Freddy shook it off. You didn't judge anyone or anything when you had first come over to his place, so he wouldn't do the same. If anything, they were just loose observations he couldn't help but make/notice.

But anyways- You lead him into your kitchen and there, he met your parent(s), who was quick to make a comment on how surprisingly "normal" he appeared to be. And usually, something like that might sting a little (for you, because like, uh, rude?? But dw, they meant it in a teasing/jokey way). But to Freddy? Normal? That meant the world, seeing as usually, most people couldn't see past his crutch, should they choose to see him at all. But he supposed the apple didn't fall far from the tree in the "non-judgemental" department. You must've got it from them.

That went relatively well, but here came the part you were always nervous about when inviting guests into your room...

"Woah..." The same way he was captivated by you was the same way he felt about your room. It was the splash of color amongst your house. Figures, all of what he'd expected of the whole/entire house would be crammed off into your one room, I mean, duh, where else would it be? It was littered with posters and trinkets and stuffed animals, clothes lying around that you scrambled to pick up and shove into your closet out of sheer embrassment. Even the walls were painted the color(s) of your choosing/liking, and my god, did you have so many different shelves full of things he wanted to mess with. He wouldn't, for now, waiting for the right time to ask permission before touching anything.

And then...he saw it. The corner of your room dedicated to that one specific, niche little thing you loved so much and based your entire personal being around...

The clown corner🤡.

"Oh...my god..."

You quickly spoke up before he could say anything more, the initial shock of your odd clown figurines, dolls, books, whatever the fuck else could possibly be clown-themed/related collection being enough for you to just assume the worst of thoughts he may have. "I know, it's weird. I mean, weirder than normal weird. But-" "I love you." He had whipped his head towards you just as fast as the confession left his person, a lazy smile etched into his features while you grinned almost manically because like, huh??

"...Excuse me😃?"

He shook the expression away, shaping himself back to normal as fast as possible at your reaction.

"No-! I don't. I mean, I do! Like, I meant it like, I love how you're like me, with the whole, "corner of the room being dedicated to this thing," thing. Superheroes are my thing, clowns are yours... obviously, and I love that. I love that you're me and I'm you and we're basically one."

"Freddy-..." You sighed, only able to laugh to yourself and at his rambling before gently pulling him closer to one of the shelves by the hand. "Look at this..." You encouraged, watching him lean closer to inspect some of the figurines and newspapers and other lose things in one specific place on the shelf.

"Oh my shit, that's Harley Quinn...!!" He gushed while you nodded proudly.

"My idol." You added, Freddy turning to you as you explained. "I know people consider her a villain, or whatever. Or that's she's crazy. But, I don't understand how that could be possible when the woman literally has a PhD and was an entire psychiatrist before she met Joker. Not to mention, the only reason she did half of the crazy shit she did was 'cause of that cunt-wad, so when I heard she finally emancipated herself from him, you have to understand... I literally love her."

Freddy didn't know how else to respond. Here he was, in your room, being one of your closest best friends, you talking to him (willingly, might I add, because even after all this time, he still can't even fathom how and why you genuinely love spending time with him and being his friend even though you remind the poor boy 24/7😭), and rambling to him about his favorite subject no less! And how it relates to your favorite subject! A combination of niche interests!! He-!

"I'm going to kiss you on the lips, (Y/N)." "Pfft-!" You snorted, the second confession catching you off guard in a flurry of amusement and surprise once again. But this time, he didn't have any excuses to back the claim up. Like, surely, he could easily pass that off as a joke or an intense way to say something along the lines of, "You don't know how much this topic interests me, especially coming from you, and it's making me so excited and happy and I want to talk/hear more."

But at the same time...

"What, like, actually?"

So now, you've presented Freddy with the option to mean it. For real. Which, like...

"I- Uh, like, only if you'd let me or you did it first or something." He laughed boisterously. "I wouldn't just do it without asking, that'd be craz-"

's m o o c h !'

You giggled. You had left some of that white and red behind on his lips.

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Okay, beyond this point is just some random other stuff I thought of...

DOING THE MAKEUP!!! Omg the way this boy BEGS you do his face the way you do yours, and girl, lemme tell you, you pop off...! You turned him into the clown-boy of your dreams, call that a Laughing Jack makeover/cosplay.

...*coughs*...ignore that, I had a phase, don't judge me.

Anyways, seriously, I think Freddy would rock the clowncore look so well, especially if you take advantage of his freckles and make them all individually a different color against white/pale foundation.

I also think he teases/flatters you by randomly gifting you trinkets he finds to add to your collection. So dolls he finds in thrift stores, or figurines he saw at a random strip mall shop, things like that.

Hella Harley Quinn discussions ensue, y'all love her.

Kissing him or him kissing you anywhere on the face is always funny because the white/pale foundation will transfer and it's the cutest thing. Or when you hug him and he's wearing super dark or super light clothing so your makeup is just smeared across his shirt and he's looking at you like, "😐" and you're looking at him like, "😕my fault bro🙂."

He also likes to steal some of the dolls/stuffies you might have, so if a clown is missing, you know that he probably has it. Y'all be treating them like your lil' babies, naming them and all😭. He sends you blurry, chaotic, cutsey type pictures of them and it'll have a corny ass caption like, "Jester won't lay down for his nap, I think you might need to come over and cuddle for a bit or something" yk💀.

Him stealing your wigs, too. And just literally any loose/baggy clothes of yours that will fit him. But it's okay bc you do the same with his when you're dressed down for once. He actually is so used to you all clowned up that when you're bare face and in one of his sweaters and shorts, you look like this cute little random girl to him.

"Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)😧🫵🏻🙊?!" "Dawg😐..."

Ngl he hates sleeping in your room at night. He loves you and all of your quirks, of course. And don't get me wrong, he loves y'all children (the clown dolls n stuff)...but look man, they a lil' scary at night, just staring down at him from the shelves and shit and it freaks him out more than he wants to admit. You have a night light just for him when he stays over, though (it's a jumbo ladybug pillow pet you've had since you were like, eight, but the shit is so bright, it'd be a waste to just throw it out. Plus, it now helps Freddy sleep at night so win-win).

On that topic, bro has been jumpscared so many times bc you play too much and like to place your life-sized dolls around the house. He'll be thinking someone broke in and will be on the b r i n k of saying "Shazam!!" out of total fear before he realizes it's you just fucking with him. And is mad he can't do it back bc you're too used to seeing them💀.

Nicknames!!! Lord, this boy has some many! Just to name a few, "Circus Baby" "Harley" "Funny" As in he'll use it the same way one uses "Pretty". "Hey, Funny, you feelin' okay? Yeah? Okay, good." Also, "The fourth Flying Grayson" which you find pretty distasteful🥴.

If you post on social media, he spam likes and comments on all your post, especially if you make TikToks. He doesn't care what content it is, either. It could be you just talking about your stuff, it could be you posting little scenarios, it could be you showing your makeup routine, you could be making cringey ass thirst-traps for all he cares. You're posting and showing off your style? He's giving you all of his support and love shamelessly. He always does and will💙.

This was long but that's okay, that's just what I do lol😆.

Sorry again for my long hiatus, y'all. I do be struggling in this economy😔✊🏽. I hope anyone who sees this is doing well, Moon and I love y'all's support so much, it makes our day🫶🏽!

~ Star✨️

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[avernusfuries]

NAME?: Hannah!

PRONOUNS?: She/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Karlach [ you are here! ], My original, Shi'ndra over on menzoberras, and Anne Bonny over at paddyfuck!

RP PET PEEVES?: Honestly, I don't have many pet peeves. I like to mind my business, rp, and maybe share tiktok memes and whatnot. The blog is my way to destress from irl for a little bit, and boy does it work!

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I've been roleplaying since I was 11 years old. 19 years. Been on this particular hellsite since I was 17.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I love all of it, but if I had to put it in order it would be: angst, fluff, smut. Smut is last because I need to have a little bit of a rapport with the mun/the muses and mine before I dive headfirst into the smex.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: Honestly? I hoard memes for when something tickles my fancy. I tend to thrive better on starting on the fly, then plotting as we go along. :)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I can do both tbh, I like both, but longer replies tend to take me a liiiiitttllllleee longer than short ones.

TIME TO WRITE?: I care full time for my partner, so I'm here when I realistically can be. Sometimes I can sit for a few hours, others I'm in and out of my seat every half hour. Depends on the day!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: A little? Mostly the ADHD lends to the bubbly energy but I think that's about it!!

Tagged by: @hcadlesshuntcr (thank you love!) Tagging: u. :)

[pretty-house-pretty-garden]

☆ INTRO POST ☆

"Locked in a cage with all the rats, I've slipped through the cracks"

ABOUT ME:

My name is Magic/Cora, but any IRL names work aswell <3

I use He/Xe pronouns

I'm bigender and queer

I'm 16 years old

I'm an IRL [IRL list, not my full list tho]

I'm latinamerican and speak esp/eng alike!

BYI:

I might change my layout a lot when more connected to certain IRLs!!

I love talking to mediamates and about my media!! Feel free to interact, share mems or ask questions!!

I'm not very double friendly.. but I can look pass it if we're mediamates/mutuals and if you dont talk to me abt that one in particular!

Fictives are not at all doubles (duh!) and are always free to interact!

I might have a DNI list for certain mediamates... I have my reasons for these and I may or may not state them.

I wont main tag with fandom tags, but if any content creator of my mcyt medias happens to find my blog, please be mindful that this is my blog and these are my memories. I haven't found good enough resources yet but if you don't know what IRLs are maybe don't lurk here??

Likewise, if any fan of my medias that isnt alterhuman nor plural at all wants to interact, you can do so as long as you're respectful!! And please dont force your headcanons and whatnot on me... its weird.

DNI:

Basic DNI criteria

Pro-Israel / Anti-Palestine

Wilbur Soot (+ lovejoy) supporters/defenders

Proshippers (blocked on sight.)

Fakeclaimers

Anti IRL + Anti fictionkin + Anti therian

Endogenic Systems

MY TAGS:

#important - Stuff like my intro post or boundaries!

#IRL stuff - Any posts relating to my IRLs!

#[name] IRL - Content of any specific IRLs!

#[name] IRL mems - Memory rambles about my canons!

#important [name] IRL - Important info about specific IRLs!

#IRL art - Any art my friends or I made specifically for my canons!

#missing home - Missing media/mediamates :(

#media lovelies - Lovemail for my media partners <3 (might be /rom or /qp)!

#family talk - Lovemail (or hatemail..) for my media families!

#fandom pet peeves - Rants/Rambles about stuff I dislike or make me uncomfortable with fans of my medias (mischaracterization, disliking popular fanon that isnt like my mems, just petty stuff! My space to scream for a bit)!

#the council & #council contestants - My highest overall IRLs & those very close to being put in that cattegory!

#the voices have spoken - Any asks I awnser!

#IRL vent post - Any post talking about terrible/triggering memories/media trauma

#IRL vent art - Either vent art about media trauma OR vent art projected on media

#the big bads - Posts talking about my worst media abusers

#song vent - Venting with a song/lyrics

#made by sister - My sister made that moodboard or art for me (or in general) !!

#pookies <3 - Talking about my fps out of media

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"And now I'm stuck with the scraps and I can't seem to find my way back"

[rotationalsymmetry]

Finch

There's this self care game app called Finch available on the ioS app store and Google Play, that I've been messing around with since a friend introduced it to me a few weeks ago. I am a cynical, cynical person and I want to hate it, but, uh, it is...actually pretty decent.

full thing behind cut for length

First, it is not either ad-based or microtransaction based -- there's an in-game currency that you can't directly buy by spending more money, and you're not in any way limited in how much time you can spend on the app if you don't pay or anything like that. There's free mode and subscription mode, and as far as subscriptions go this one's about as cheap as it gets except that the only option as far as I can see is annual, not monthly: base rate is $60 per year, but if you do a free trial the first week you can get it for $40. And...the free version is almost exactly the same as the paid version, the difference is that there are monthly themed events and if you're subscription, you get two daily rewards for participating and if you're free, you only get the shittier daily reward. Otherwise, same experience.

So, what it is: you get a sort of pet, a cartoon finch, that you can name and choose the pronouns of and dress up like a doll and who lives in a house that you can furnish and who goes off on daily adventures where it learns something (often very profound lessons like whether it likes the baby shark song or not), and who starts off as a "baby" and grows a little bit every day that you get a certain low threshold of whatever the heck ("energy") on the app. Which you get by doing self-care activities that you can either choose from a pre-set, well, set, or type in your own. And you can also "pet" it like this is Pokemon Go and gain friendship points. Anyways, I think you can see why I really want to make fun of this thing.

Oh, and your pet finch also gets its own "micropets", that can also grow to adulthood, albeit much faster.

And yeah, there's ways to interact with friends or "friends". Of course there are. Not ways that involve actually communicating in your own words of course, because then they'd have to monitor for harassment and whatnot, but in extremely cutesy and "positive" and "safe" ways, like complimenting your friend's finch's dress style or reminding them to drink some water.

There's a pretty solid although imo could use some improvement queer freindliness and a decent disability friendliness: your finch can use he/him, she/her, or they/them pronouns, although so far not any other pronouns or custom pronouns, there's a decent range of lgbtq+ flag stuff in the swag --

Oh, I should explain the swag, in addition to "energy" you also get "rainbow stones" for doing things, and "rainbow stones" can be exchanged in the "store" for, well, a t-shirt with a lesbian flag on it, or a purple top hat, or different colors for your bird, or a set of hearing aids in your preferred color, or whatever.

Anyways, the swag, there's lgbtq+ flag stuff (shirts, actual flags, weird hat thingeys -- also a disability flag flag and shirt) and some mobility aids (hearing aids, canes -- so far there doesn't seem to be a way to get your finch a wheelchair) and there's a lot of various gendered or not so gendered stuff and quite a lot of dress your finch up as a different animal stuff, and again also furnishings for your finch's house, and it is adorable and it just really scratches that itch of wanting to go out in the world wearing a tiger hat and golden dragon wings because you can. Or to decorate your imaginary home like it's a superhero secret base or a pirate ship or an ocean resort. October had a Halloween theme of course. November, sigh, appears to be cottage core. I'm complaining but fuck, it's adorable.

Anyways, both the house swag and the clothing swag are available from the beginning, the bird colors swag gets unlocked as you go along as does the ability to "travel" to different parts of the world. With the house swag and the clothing swag, there's a set of stuff that's always available, and a rotating set of random shit, largely from past monthly events, where you can reload the selection once per day for free and other times for a price. The "standard" set and the monthly event rewards let you pick your own colors, with the rotating stuff what you see is what you get.

Your main page is the goals that you set -- every day, once a week, Mondays and Thursdays, whatever -- which are again extremely customizable (oh, you can also set a goal for multiple times in one day, I do that for drinking water...if you do that you can only set one time of day or set it to "any time", so if you want to do a thing multiple times a day at specific times make a separate goal for each one) (of course you can get reminders, I have chosen not to) and there's also a thing in the upper right corner where you get a set of ad hock options, including: a wide variety of pretty decent reflection prompts, although their freeform reflection prompt is buggy; some guided exercises that I assume are chosen to be unlikely to cause harm but which nevertheless do not go well with my very exercise averse body; some breathing exercises which are OK but only vary inhale/exhale/hold lengths and don't include, idk, alternate nostril breathing or even so much as a reference to abdominal breathing, I don't know why you'd have a dozen different breathing-length patterns and not do anything else at all but whatever; a "first aid" section intended for if you're having a rough time in the moment; some suggestions for setting yourself more goals; and some other stuff.

There's also a "journeys" feature if you want a sense that your self care goals are leading somewhere. A couple pre-sets, some prompts, and the ability to completely customize your own thing. (I don't know if they censor swear words or not, I haven't tried.) (Regardless, only you ever see any of your self care stuff, the interactions with friends don't include showing your goals etc, only what the game has your finch doing. It does show how you dress your finch and furnish your finch's home.)

Oh, also you can tie one goal at a time to hatching a micropet egg, which takes a week. I have to say I have personally found this one extremely motivating.

My cynical, cynical mind is half expecting to stumble across something unmistakeably bad on the race or culture front, but so far the worst I've actually seen is a quote attributed to Lao Tzu that he did not say and wouldn't have said. So far we've gotten one reference to Frosty the Snowman even though it's not even Thanksgiving yet, we'll see how they handle The Holiday Season when December gets here I guess.

Anyways. I do actually recommend it, if you want a little bit of a self-care push that's cute and fun and nurturing, and/or already spend too much time on your phone so might as well be using some of it on something good. There are things that I would have done differently, but overall it's pretty good and it does what it's supposed to do, ie give you little immediate rewards for doing the self-care things that you think you should be doing (plus some encouragement to think about which self-care things you should be doing.)

Even if they do seem to think gender should be a trinary, sigh.

[shishitoren-vc]

Get to know the mun ! repost, don’t reblog .

——— BASICS.

NICK NAME : J or Jess

PRONOUNS : They/them

ZODIAC SIGN : I'm a libra bitch

TAKEN OR SINGLE : married

ANYTHING ELSE ? : I have two kids?

——— THREE SERIOUS FACTS.

I had a partial hysterectomy last year on Valentines Day and its been the best decision I've ever made. No more periods, though I still have all the bullshit that comes with a period, its not half as bad as what it used to be.

My family is full of Trump supporters and it kills me on the inside.

I'm autistic with bipolar 2, adhd, anxiety and depression. I'm self diagnosed on the autistic / adhd front because I'm not going to spend my time fighting for a diagnosis when doctors wouldn't believe me. That and my doctor told me I'm "Too old" to be diagnosed with ADHD, but if I would have come in before I was 18 she would have diagnosed me with it! LOL

——— THREE RANDOM FACTS.

Oh god more facts. Uhm... we're getting a cat for my girls for christmas.

My entire life revolves around my children.

I can never think of things to put here

——— EXPERIENCE.

I've been writing since I was in high school 14 years ago, with a total of 16 years under my belt. I started on a website called playbyweb, moved to a website called gaiaonline, and then back to playbyweb, then to personal messages on sites like telegram and whatnot... I got on tumblr to write like... oh... 10 years ago?

——— MUSE PREFERENCE.

I tend to prefer the muses that are dumb and pretty lol. At least as far as the men go. When it comes to female muses I love the powerful as fuck ones, and tend to make them op as fuck.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT.

FLUFF : absolutely !!! i love fluff

ANGST : I love me some good quality angst though I've found a lot that people tend to take that shit personally when two muses don't get along so I avoid angst unless I know the person and can trust them to communicate.

SMUT : Depends on my mood. I'm ace, so the mood has to be right for me to be willing to do it (ha).

——— PLOT / MEMES : Again, it depends on my mood. Lately I've been vibing with memes more than plots, but sometimes its vice versa and that's alright. I will say it helps to have a plot in mind to write with me because then I will get more excited for the thread and more likely to keep it. Not that I drop threads at all, but I do prioritize the threads that I've the most muse for, and that tends to be the threads I have an idea of whats going on in

TAGGED BY : @cherriedrage thanks babe <3

TAGGING: @strywoven @gravesung @forgedivinity @gloryundimmed @galefcrce and YOU

[viscerawizard]

IC Intro Post!

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WIZARDBLR OC INFO

Name - Dermis Pronouns - it/its

Powers - Biomancy, leaning HEAVILY on Carnomancy. Personality - Sweet and naive, though insidious. Mentally approximately thirteen going on thirty, though its body is of-age. Dermis acts like a cat and thinks it is if not better then at the very least more dignified than anyone around it.

Appearance - Long, reddish curly hair fades to a dried-blood red-brown at the tips. Eyes are wide and full of black pupil ringed by bloodshot white, set in a soft face blotched with red scarring.

Its smile is thin with symmetrical rows of fangs, if any, though it has a resting hates-you face. Its robes are tattered and brownish and covered in dried bits of gook and whatnot, and eventually become so again despite the fact that its hench-clowns chide it and give it changes of clothes.

Its body is pleasantly plump, with four arms. One pair at its shoulders, the other, set right near the bottom of its ribcage. All of its skin is partially scarred, like its face. At the base of its spine rests one end of its tail, which is at least as long as its body and writhes like a cat's, though fully prehensile. The tail is hairless with a leech-like ring mouth at the tip.

Inventory - (Accessible through any of its mouths. Connected directly to the interior of its wizard tower's base, the Flesh Tree.)

Wizard Tower: [link coming soon!]

[kndrules]

in your take/au/adulthood shenanigans for Sector V, if they (like one of the couples or whatever) were to ever have kids, what would they be like?

ofc i stress "if" as by all means am only curious, doesn't have to be "canon" n whatnot lol

I AM SOOOOOO GLAD YOU ASKED...get ready for a long answer

Please note that all of these headcanons are cowritten by @sector-v and some of the kid OCs are his. I'll say which ones.

Let's start with Wally and Kuki

They foster kids, so a lot of kids have lived with them over the years, but three kids ended up sticking around. The two younger kids were adopted by them, and the older kid came into their home as an older teenager, so she just spent the rest of her childhood years with them.

Here they are:

Kat and Dirt Bug are in Sector V. I think Dirt's pronouns should be they/them instead maybe...I'm still developing these three, they're the newest of my kid OCs by several years. Dirt's name is like that because Wally let them name themself.

Kat- VERY energetic and impulsive. She's a bit sensitive, full of love and wonder, and prone to getting herself into trouble. She's very protective of her friends and siblings. She's also very into sports.

Dirt- Very curious and has absolutely no sense of danger. Also energetic, but mostly follows Kat around. Both Kat and Dirt LOVE bugs and collecting them. Dirt plays by their own rules, which they never share out loud. They somewhat live in their own reality, a lot like Kuki does.

Xue- She was in the foster system her whole life, so she's understandably standoffish around new people, including her new family. Her best friends are all internet friends. Wally and Kuki are trying to encourage her to get out more. I need to figure out more about her still.

Now for the Hoagie/Abby kids

I will admit my bias- Naomi is my favorite of all of them. Garth is @sector-v 's OC. Garth is short for Hogarth, making him Hogarth the Third!

(These drawings are from before I redesigned adult Hoagie)

Naomi is the leader of Sector V. Garth will join the KND too, but they won't be in Sector V at the same time, because of their age difference.

Naomi- Takes after both her parents to an alarming degree, but she has more energy than both of them put together. She loves inventing and engineering and is a huge extrovert. She's a natural leader who sometimes has a tendancy to be controlling. Her parents support anything she wants to do, so she's a very well-rounded kid with infinite resources. She's brilliant both academically and socially- and is a huge nerd...though she hates to be called one.

When she gets older, she's probably gonna start going by she/they

Garth- I don't know much about him yet, but he's definitely a typical younger brother in many ways.

Now...Lizzie and Nigel

They're a mixed family. Lizzie was married before she started talking to Nigel again, and she has one son from that previous marriage. His name is Joshua and he's @sector-v 's OC. Nigel becomes the Step Dad, but he hates being seen as the "parent" (he's got baggage about that). Lizzie and Nigel later have a child of their own, Monty Jr, who is also @sector-v 's OC. Actually this entire paragraph- pretend @sector-v wrote it, because these are all his ideas.

Joshua eventually joins Sector V, but was hesitant to at first.

Joshua- He and Naomi are inseparable best friends. Naomi got him to come out of his shell and pushed him to be more adventerous. Being raised by Lizzie, he's kind of meek and studious. He's a very well behaved kid, and Nigel doesn't know what to do with that.

Monty- I dunno he's a baby!

I could say more, but I think that's plenty! I have so many story ideas planned that feature them, but I have no idea if I'll ever draw them.