#muted yellow stim

[cutiepieautistic]

Regressor! Six stimboard

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[talos-stims]

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[gmanmedias]

day 4: make a board based off of a headcanon that brings you joy!

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[igetthedisneybox]

Hugo Madrigal

Inspired by @hannahhook7744's Encanto AU, and her own character headcanons.

Third image made using https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1558575

Fourth image made using https://www.dolldivine.com/la-colombiana

Fifth image made in Disney Dreamlight Valley

Hugo’s full name is Hugo Diego Madrigal.

His first name means “mind”, and his middle name means “teaching”. 

He is the first adopted child of Camilo Madrigal and Marcos Vasquez.

He has slightly curly black hair, brown skin, and brown eyes. He has a tiny mustache that he worked very hard for, and will never shave.

He is fourteen years old.

He has two younger biological brothers, José, younger by five years, and Héctor, younger by eight.

He likes girls, but is single.

His gift is the ability to manipulate insects. He acts as the queen bee or ant of any insect he sees, and is able to control them that way. He personally loves his gift, and the Encanto has no problems with it either…it’s him they dislike.

His door portrays him smiling, with his arms stretched out on either side of him in a t-pose. Various flying insects swarm around him.

His room looks like an entomologist’s dreamhouse. The floors and walls are wood, and the walls are covered in informational posters about insects and bugs, as well as dead (of natural causes) ones pinned up in glass cases. His bed has bug-patterned sheets. He has potted plants everywhere, and on every available flat surface are his pet bugs in terrariums. Pepito’s perch sits by his bed.

His symbol is a horned beetle, mid flight.

Hugo is very quiet, and Camilo is very loud. They don’t always see eye to eye, but Camilo never makes Hugo feel lesser for his oddities.

Marcos and Hugo are both quiet, and they seem to understand each other more than Camilo. As Marcos was an orphan too, he can also connect to him through that experience.

His birth parents were very neglectful of him and his brothers before they died when he was eight. Hugo was essentially the only parent José and Héctor had, and he rarely ever saw their actual parents. Hugo doesn’t hold them in very high regard.

José, like Camilo, is loud and eccentric, compared to Hugo’s calm quiet. They get along better though, because they lived with their birth parents for the longest, and Hugo basically had to raise José.

Héctor was much too young to remember their parents, but Hugo still acts like a surrogate parent to him. They both are more quiet, and so get along better. Pepito the toucan also loves Héctor.

He ends up hanging out with the other “outcast” cousins: Sofía, Fuega, Andrés, Zoe, and Óscar, not because of his gift, but because of ableism.

He gets along best with Bruno, Dolores, and Zoe.

He is autistic and selectively mute. This is the reason why so many townspeople shun him.

His Tio Antonio gave him a service animal, in the form of Pepito the toucan. Pepito helps him stim, and negates his anxiety.

His favorite bugs are butterflies, beetles, bees, and ants.

Despite the fact that he barely talks, he gives the best advice, and is very wise for his age.

He doesn’t like large crowds, and prefers to stick with his cousins when they go into town.

His favorite colors are yellow, red, pink, and orange.

[the-ravenist]

My Angel

Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader

This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic

The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.

A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.

In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?

Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.

Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.

"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.

Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.

Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.

Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.

Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.

This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.

"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.

Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.

"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.

"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.

Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.

As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"

You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.

"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.

The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.

You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.

"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.

"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.

"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.

"I love you," top of your spine.

"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.

"I love you," your right shoulder.

"I love you," your left shoulder.

The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.

Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.

You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.

You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.

There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.

Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.

"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.

Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.

If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.

But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.

Just maybe...

fin

Translations:

εραστής - lover

Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love

Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry

Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks

Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower

Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel

[that-weird-skeleton-bastard]

Undertale fankids :3

Colonna:

Eldest papyton kid.

Inherited Papyrus's energy and friendliness, and Mettaton's sass.

Loves to sing (it's also his way of stimming)

Besties with Achilles.

Enjoys being the center of attention, but also has mild social anxiety.

Fav colour is pink, fav food is waffles, fav animals are bunnies and foxes.

Despite being sometimes annoyed by them, is very protective of his little siblings.

Broadway:

Third born papyton kid (his twin sister, Harlow, was born about half an hour earlier)

Trans boy 🏳️‍⚧️.

Plays the keytar.

Very shy and reserved, lets Harlow and Colonna do the talking.

Fav colour is yellow, fav food is chicken nuggets, fav animal is cats.

Cannot defend himself for the life of him.

Both him and Harlow has shit vision (visors are prescription)

Has heterochromia, left eye is yellow and the right one is red.

Harlow:

Second born papyton kid (like mentionned above, was born first)

Professional annoying little sister, loves to tease Colonna, but still cares a lot about him and the rest of her siblings.

plays drums.

Avid Maretu and Kikuo fan (doesn't know what the lyrics mean-)

much more extraverted than Broadway.

Fav colour is red, fav food is chicken nuggets, fav animal is foxes.

She has pretty weak, uncontrolled bone magic, so she just whacks people with her drumsticks.

has heterochromia, left eye is red and the right one is yellow.

Garamond:

Fourth born papyton kid, was born a bit early.

very feisty, picks fights with bullies at school.

has a strong sense of justice, and won't let bad people go unpunished, even if he more often than not just takes the blows instead.

Really enjoys spending time with uncle Sans.

Undyne teaches him self defense.

Wants to learn how to play bass.

Fav colour is black, fav food is homemade hamburgers, fav animal is deers.

Not easily scared, reckless, and often bites more than he can chew.

Lindas:

Youngest papyton kid.

Single celled organism (JUST LOOK AT HER-)

Her ghost sheet kept falling off because of how short it is, so Mettaton wrapped a ribbon around her neck to keep it in place.

Very happy baby, giggles a lot.

fav colour is currently unknown, as well as her favourite food, as for her fav animal... she really likes her unicorn stuffie, so unicorn I guess?

Courier:

Sansby kid (debating wether i should give them a little sibling or not-)

Selective mute.

Introvert, but really enjoys their cousins's company.

Was born prematurely, still has a weakened immune system to this day.

Loves tea, wants to open a tea shop someday.

Kind and softspoken like Grillby, a lot smarter then they let on like Sans.

Fav colour is navy blue, fav food is macarons, fav animal is dragons

Their flames only burn when they want to.

Achilles:

Alphyne kid.

Plus-sized, and will punch you if you make fun of his weight.

Quick to make friends, but Colonna is his number one bestie. (may or may not also have a slight crush on him- *COUGH* *COUGH*)

Very hot-headed like Undyne.

inherited both Undyne's sensitivity to heat and Alphys's cold blood, so maintaining his body heat is a bit trickier than normal.

his weapon of choice is electric spears he can summon at will.

an absolute nerd who love to infodump about cartoons and anime.

Fav colour is orange and red, fav food is tacos, fav animal is sharks.

[peridots-pixiwolf]

woe! first art post since a month ago be upon ye! take my gay bugs

[Start ID of the first image. A digital drawing of the five bugs forming Team Taranoake, drawn without anthropomorphized biology, short clips of text describing each one's name, pronouns, species, and size. The background is a solid-color pale orange, with the rest of the drawing being similarly flat-colored and golden-toned. The first shows Kritto, an azure damselfly, who stands on two legs with short stilts to counter the length of xer abdomen. She's light teal with black stripes, holding a brown scroll in one claw, the other pair of arms tucked between her two backpacks behind xer. Next is Lidii, a worker of the ant species Myrmecocystus mexicanus, yellow and orange. She's rambling about something excitedly, just barely propping up the thick wooden weapon beside her. Third is Rantan, an ox beetle, brown with yellow fur. He subjects himself to whatever Lidii's talking about, sitting with all six limbs on the ground and a mildly tired expression, resting their head on one claw. Gorge, a light purple coquina clam, is settled beneath two of Rantan's legs, his shell decorated with small notes and scribbles from work as an archivist. Last is the sea slug Ceras, a single-stalk aeolis, pink with bright stripes of yellow and white along their cerata. She's drawn further away from the rest, his head turned back towards the other four bugs. Like Kritto, they're marked as an honorary member of the team, lacking the seaglass bracelets shared by the three close-knit bugs from the center of the drawing. End ID.]

^ once again, these guys are from a universe I made with @froggoexists :]

[Start ID of the second image. A colored sketch of two humanized original characters, Ceras, a sea slug from the previous image, and Thorn, a Hollow Knight vessel. They're both drawn from the waist up, facing forward, close enough that Ceras's hand wraps around Thorn's shoulder. Ceras is shown as a young Black person, their cerata incorporated as long locs dyed pink, white and yellow, and piercings stud their ears and tongue. Thorn is paler-skinned, taller and thinner than Ceras, with pointed ears, and white hair styled at the top into two rows of spikes. Ceras is wearing a studded denim vest, thoroughly decorated with eclectic pins and patches, mostly of bands, bugs, games, and simple declarations of hope. Thorn wears instead a black leather jacket, with long studs at the shoulders and smaller ones along the sides and center. One sleeve is torn off, as they don't have a right arm, and the other is cuffed to display the adaptive device making up half their left. Ceras is sticking their tongue out and smiling, one eye shut and the other turned to Thorn, stimming with their free hand. Thorn's looking back at them with a smile.

The background is simple, a pink horizontal wave. There's a bright, pale halo behind Ceras' head, one which resembles a spoked wheel or a sun, seeming to cast light upon the two of them. A line at the bottom of the image reads "part-god mute disabled they/she/he bug punk BESTIES", and at the top of the image there's a small doodle of their original forms sitting together contentedly. End ID]

[rotten-apple-stims]

Cotton Pot (original character) board with rose, cotton, muted yellow and black stims

(☁️) (🐑) (☁️)

(🌹) x (🌹)

(🌃) (🐑) (🌃)

(requested by @po-mi-ka ; stims unspecified)

Proship / Comship / RPF Do Not Interact Please !

( Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more )

[eomereadig]

Snippet: Locked In With Me

Another fill for @whumpril because I apparently just like hurting Fox (and making him better again). This time the prompt was 'Why didn't you tell me?'

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Commander Fox & Commander Wolffe

Rating: T

Tags: whump, mentions of torture, mentions of malnutrition, implied/referenced neurodiversity, dissociation, selective mutism, there’s some stimming in there too, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, guilt, sensory issues, alternate universe - canon divergence, palpatine is dead

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As one week fell over into two, Fox’s bruises began to fade, slowly becoming yellow and giving him a sickly pallor. The force lightning scars were taking far longer but the healers had assured Wolffe that it was normal when he’d asked. Fox didn’t look so gaunt, either, which Wolffe was happy to see. According to the healers, that was mainly due to him no longer being dehydrated, but they were confident he’d be back to a healthy weight in a few months. 

Despite Fox’s physical recovery going well, the other man still hadn’t acknowledged Wolffe’s constant presence once. A trauma response, so the healers had told him, saying that Fox had retreated so far into himself that coming out in the blink of an eye was impossible. One day, he might, they’d said. 

Might being the key word. 

Wolffe tried to be patient. It wasn’t a strength he had, but by force he tried. There wre so many questions burning a hole in the roof of his mouth. Why had Fox never breathed a word of this? Why had he never said anything? He must have known Palpatine was a sith - the force lightning scars were a guarantee of that. Whatsmore, why were all the guards in such rough shape, down to their newest shinies? Sure, none were as bad as Fox himself but Wolffe baulked at the idea the whole GAR could have missed this. 

If Wolffe tried hard enough, he knew he would have been able to fill in some of those gaps on his own, but thinking about it made something small and guilty crawling around in his belly. He wouldn’t make Fox try to justify the torture he endured. And Wolffe knew apologising or trying to justify his own failings wouldn’t be much help, either. He and Fox were alike in more ways than different and neither were the type to grovel. 

On a whim, on one of Wolffe’s daily visits, he brought a blanket with him. Between the barracks and the temple, there was a shop he’d been eyeing up for some time; a large, fluffy blanket folded in the window in a muted orange that reminded him of Cody’s armour. Perhaps it would remind Fox of the same. 

He clutched it under one arm as he entered Fox’s room, smiling as the other man’s head twitched in his direction. That was all, but that was enough.

“Good morning. Nice day out, today.” He stepped into the room and the door slid shut behind him. Wolffe kept his voice soft and level, just as he’d done for the last week. “The senate are voting on operation rebirth this afternoon - there’s talk of a clone rights bill coming into force after that, when most of the heavy lifting is done and we’re no longer needed… I’m not sure how long it’ll take, but the Jedi seem hopeful.”

There was no response from Fox, but Wolffe hadn’t been executing one. He untucked the blanket from under his arm and all but presented it to his batchmate. 

“I err… I bought this for you… The beds are nice and all, but I thought you might like it…” Wolffe wasn’t the type to get embarrassed easily, but he felt his face beginning to heat up at such a silly thing. He cleared his throat and ripped off the ribbon that had been keeping the material neatly folded together. 

Shaking it out, he draped it over the foot of Fox’s bed. 

Fox’s fingers fluttered a little quicker before he began to wring his hands together. It was a movement Wolffe had seen some brothers do when they were nervous, but he wasn’t sure that was the case with Fox. 

At least Fox had heard him. A sliver of hope burned in Wolffe’s chest, a hope that Fox might actually have been in there somewhere, but he tried not to get carried away with it.

Full fic now avaliable here

[dailysarachidouin]

DAY 24: APRONS!!

[ID: A colored digital drawing of Sara Chidouin from Your Turn To Die in three different aprons. Underneath the aprons is a pink sweater, light gray shorts, and brown loafers. She has ginger hair, freckles and violet eyes.

The first Sara is shown from the legs up. She has her hair up in a bun, tied with a green hair tie. The apron she wears over the outfit is a muted pink that reads in white and red letters; "I'M ABOUT TO START KILLING WITH MY BARE HANDS". She is smiling, holding her hands behind her back.

The second Sara is a full body. She has her hair in a ponytail. The apron she wears over the outfit is yellow that reads; "avoiding spills like i avoid conversation". She looks more nervous, almost displeased with the apron. An arrow points to said apron, labeled; "From Keiji".

The third Sara is shown from the bust up. She has her hair in a ponytail. The apron she wears is space patterned, with stars all over it. Sara looks happy, her eyes squeezed shut and smiling. She's stimming.

The background is a pale pink with yellow and orange shape around the three drawings. End ID.]

[pleasantspark]

Can't draw so here's an idea.

Cho is taller than the Cell Juniors, in a design aspect, he would have star like spotted patterns and one of his eyes would be pink while the other a muted red. Instead of blue, he's light yellow. He has a confident stance for a render.

Chromo wears glasses, he has more spiral designs than spot. He has a light blue color, he also seems to wear a labcoat? He has Light Yellow eyes. His stance is pretty much conceited.

Teria is pretty much the standard Cell Junior, he has heart design patterns, he has red eyes. He has an awkward stance.

Eyme is a light blue cell junior with art splat as a design, he always is covered in paint, he has a apron. His stance is proud.

Cyto has a more dark color palette being dark green, more darker than Cell, his patterns are inconsistent with one another, suggesting its a birth defect, his eyes are always hidden, mainly because of something obscuring it, but in general he has orange eyes, he has a slouching physique.

Cleus is a bright colored cell junior, hes hyperactive and his patterns are crecent shaped, and hes kinda similar to sparkledog core, but in a more less neon way, he has yellow eyes and stims in his stances.

Mito is the only Cell Junior that retained it's original form, I'd imagine he has a similar color scheme to Cell, his patterns being different shapes, he has muted red eye color, hes half blind, his left eye being the one. His stance is shy and timid.

[cutiepieautistic]

Disability pride flag stimboard

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[mogai-transcriber]

[PT: STIMTHING

a gender related to stimming & being a thing and/or being a stimy thing!

the flag and gender are free to use! (check our dni before interacting) End ID]

[Image ID: Two 6 vertically striped flag where the colors from left to right are saturated yellow, neon green, saturated sky blue, desaturated pink, orange, and muted light orange. End ID]

✦ . ♡　 . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . ♡　 . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

🎉🪅 STIMTHING : a gender related to stimming & being a thing and / or being a stimy thing ! req @ someone on our discord server ! coined by joy ! -> the flag and gender are free to use! (check our dni before interacting)

[nerdybirdboy]

"Buon compleanno, caro mio!" Lio says as he kisses Tim on the cheek and gifts him with a big, metalic bag filled to the brim with barely bigger than the size of a fist, handmade, crochet duckies in muted, but soothing colors, all squishy and the fibers of each thread has different textures, so Tim can choose which is better for each situation. "And this one is for you to keep in your bag when you go to work." He shows a yellow bunny, smaller than the duckies and attached to a keychain, equally as squishy, but perfect to carry around. "This way you'll always have a thinking-duckie or bunbun with you to help whenever you need stimming or just thought clarity." Lio's very proud of his creations and he made them all with much love and care in mind.

"There's also cake for later. I made that chocolate and coffee one you like, but I followed that crazy idea you had the last time we ate it and put on a parfait bowl with ice cream on top of it, so it's in the fridge." He smiles.

birthday stuff || @goldentemplariumcrow

Lio's lips were soft and warm against his cheek, making him feeling all warm inside. That feeling mixed with all the crocheted duckies made him laugh. The gifts seemed absurd, yes, but Lio knew Tim. Knew how much he liked, and needed, different things to fidget with and duck and bunnies were kind of their thing. Duck Boy and Bunny Boy. An odd friendship that had turned into a type of love Tim had never imagined he'd feel. Despite their young age, Lio was the person that made Tim understand saying such as 'my other half', since it truly felt like Emilio was a part of him he had never realised he was missing before he found him.

For a moment, he's just looking lovingly at Lio before picking up one of the duckies and squeeze it. It's perfect. Then he takes the bunny-keychain and immediately attack it to the keys he has in his pocket. "It's perfect. All of it. Thank you, Emiliano." The name that Tim ever only use when he's emotional. He likes the name, but Lio always seems to get... flustered by it, but sometimes Lio or Emilio isn't enough.

"Really? You did?" Tim laughed, giving his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. "You're too good to me, in so many way." He even went through with Tim's crazy food ideas. As long as it wasn't pineapple on pizza. Good thing Tim hated that.

[soft-stims]

Nomad stimboard for @iamdibandmothman2 🌻

🌵 🌵 🌵 - 🌵 🌵 🌵 - 🌵 🌵 🌵 

[asterales-transcribed]

ID: Page 1 - Avalon and Zanna, seen from roughly the waist up, stand against a pale beige background. They are both staring at the offscreen Cowboy Bed with a dead eyed look of muted horror. Avalon's hair is out from it's ponytail and Zanna's mohawk is a little more dishevelled. "Dibs on not sleeping in that FUCKING bed." Zanna says. "Shit." Avalon responds. Page 2 - Avalon, now with a side ponytail and dressed down to his yellow t-shirt, lies defeated in the cowboy bed in the dark of their room. He stares up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes and his mouth in a straight displeased line.

Page 3 - Jones and Millie looking mischievous as they use the pipes to launch a golfball at the sad, unsuspecting Ronbo who stands in the background with his hands clasped and crying. The colours of the Habitat's Courtyard are light indicating it's early morning as they dive headfirst into the chaos. Page 4 - Zanna sits with Dallas against a blue background, Zanna has shed her denim vest and Dallas is holding a mug close to his face. "PAINT WATER" is clearly displayed across the pink mug, Dallas does not notice as he stares off to the upper right corner in deep thought while Zanna holds up one hand, her pointer finger up as she happily rambles. "When you think about it, Hippie Fashion is defying Social Norms and being comfy!" She says. "I do like being cozy." Dallas responds. Page 5 - Avalon and Trencil stand in a shaded corner, chatting idly and having a nice time. Avalon has his hands folded behind his back as he speaks. By the context of the conversation they appear to be talking about Nat and Jones. "I get you, yeah. My nephew is the kid, uh, flipping off every camera he sees." Page 6 - Jones stims excitedly with his fists going up and down and Avalon impulsively salutes as they both watch Zanna pull off a truly SICK mid-air double jump to slap the polaroid of Gillis over the courtyard's camera. Zanna is shouting "TONY HAWK PRO SKATER STRATS" with her tongue stuck out as she kicks out one leg, showing off her pink and purple striped knee sock. /END ID

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