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[hollywoodsargeant]

oh look who it is. florida keysmash. the one and only! agonized over this title for like 5-10 business days but it’s okay we got there. bottom logan <3

[nostalgicsneeze]

this is the only website i post art nowadays and i’ll keep doin it but DAMN…

[trainpalsforthawin]

PLEASE READ THE SIGN OH MY GOD . I DO NOT WANT TO SEE MY 2021 ART 😭😭😭😭

STOP IT. I APPRECIATE IT, BUT I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT IN MY NOTIFS.

pleasseeeee stop liking my old art its so embarrassing thank you - taylor trainpals

[party-fic]

hey...... itz freakbob here... IK U KNOW NOTHING ABT PHIGHTING BUT BUT BUT BUT PLEAZEEE BANHAMMER X READER PLEASAZE PLEAZE HEADCANNONZ TOO PLEAZE PLEAZE PELAPZLPEA you know who thiz iz...

Thats omniums... but ok :D. All info was provided by my phighting friends and the wiki.. maybe a bit of me playing for research

☆⤍Banhammer x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ You neck HURTS talking to this man. Even if you're 6'0, this mountain of a man still towers over you. (6'11 according to the wiki)

☆⤍Dating Banhammer is kinda like dating you're own bully. You're not safe from his taunts Light Hearted teasing. ☆⤍Banhammer being the #1 mamas boy, his mother has to approve of you. Once she does don't even worry, you're part of the Family! ☆⤍Loves cuddling, like a lot. Just holding you gently, or resting his head on you're stomach. Just got to be careful of the horns. ☆⤍Speaking of horns! Grab them. Only way to shut him up. Just grab them and pull his big ass down to you're level. What happens after is entirely you're own fault though. ☆⤍Banhammer is bull headed. In battle or in his relationship, rarely is he ever wrong. At least in his eyes. It takes patience to deal with him. ☆⤍That being said, you're the only he will ever bend his will for.

☆⤍You're also the only one he'll physically bend for. If he needs to Banhammer is on his knees just to talk to you. ☆⤍He also really enjoys just throwing you around, with love of course. Tired of walking? On to his shoulders you go! ☆⤍Banhammer hates to leave you alone especially with how many dangerous phighters and criminals he deals with. ☆⤍God, He loves showing off to for you though. If he knows you're in the crowd, or watching from home, pray for who ever he goes up against. Their coming out on a stretcher. ☆⤍Love langue is physical touch and words of affirmation. Tell him what a good job he's doing and hold his hands- drives him up the wall. ☆⤍Hope you enjoy never going anywhere and having piece and quite. He's loud, in voice and in presence. ☆⤍One time you called him Banny as a joke. Banhammer threatened to end the relationship then and there. ☆⤍BANHAMMER IS SO LOUD AND PROUD ABOUT YOU'RE RELATIONSHIP. Any chance given, he has to mention that you're in a relationship with him. "Yes, MY partner likes their food like that!" "No, I dont think My SPOUSE, would like that." ☆⤍Easily jealous, like sees someone he doesn't like, just being nice to you. Nu uh. Perfect time to come and kiss you! and aggressively stare that person down for the rest of the conversation.

[theaveragegentleman-eep]

I'm rewatching the series and I noticed something, in the majority of the previous translations, Katuski's nickname for Izuku was 'Kacchan' but in the newer translations, his nickname is spelled out 'Kattchan'. Now this is important becauze Hori uses the first syllable for the word for "victory" in Japanese or "kats" to spell out Katsuki’s first syllable, 'kat'. This means his intent on making sure Izuku always considered Katsuki as his pillar of victory by very carefully and very consistently calling his childhood friend 'Kattchan'...I don't know, what do you call that? Soulmate behavior?

AND the fact that Katuski never EVER once told Izuku to stop calling him that is very telling. Like the guy actually enjoys his childhood friend calling him "victory-chan" and all I hear are wedding bells. Please Hori, PLEAZE make dkbk real please please please please plea-

[in-my-feels-probably]

MY HUSBAND CARMEN OMFG PLEAZE CARMEN X READER ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP AND IM JUST IMAGINING READER HAVING LIKE TJE WORST DAY POSSIBLE AND LIKE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AT THE RESTAURANT AND JUSG LIKE PRACTICALLY IN TEARS BY THE END OF THEIR DAY AND CARMEN LIKE GIVES HER A MASSAGE AND TAKES CARE OF HER AND MAYBE LIKE SOME SWEET INTERACTIONS WITH THE OTHERS AT THE RESTAURANT IF IGS OKAY

Mishaps and Bear Hugs

Request: MY HUSBAND CARMEN OMFG PLEAZE CARMEN X READER ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP AND IM JUST IMAGINING READER HAVING LIKE TJE WORST DAY POSSIBLE AND LIKE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AT THE RESTAURANT AND JUSG LIKE PRACTICALLY IN TEARS BY THE END OF THEIR DAY AND CARMEN LIKE GIVES HER A MASSAGE AND TAKES CARE OF HER AND MAYBE LIKE SOME SWEET INTERACTIONS WITH THE OTHERS AT THE RESTAURANT IF IGS OKAY

Hi! Sorry for the wait. I’m still getting used to writing Carmy’s character, so bear with me while I get the hang of it. Thank you for the request, this is a cute idea. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: a shitty pun in the title, swearing, slight injury, a bad day, let me know if i missed anything)

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“I’m gonna fucking kill Richie,” you said as you walked back into the kitchen, taking a deep breathe.

“You can’t kill him if he isn’t here,” Marcus called over as he loaded his trays of bread onto the racks.

“I’ll kill him tomorrow, then,” you said, walking over to Tina’s station. “Tina, I am begging you to work the register for a little bit. Richie called out, and I’m going to lose my mind if one more asshole walks in here and tries some shit. I’ll do your work for you, please—”

Tina laughed, putting her knife down. “Alright, alright, we can switch. You’re taking the heat if I slap someone, though.”

“Thank you, thank you,” you sighed in relief, pulling an apron over your head.

Tina nodded, walking through the kitchen doors and into the front of house.

You went back to Tina’s duties, chopping up the vegetables she hadn’t finished. You put a pot on the stove, turning on the burner. You added all the vegetables to the pot, looking around for any stock to boil them down in.

“Sydney, do you know where the stock is? I thought I brought it out this morning.”

“Walk-in, top shelf,” Marcus said, pointing. “Sorry, I thought you were done with it and I put it up.”

“That’s fine, thanks,” you sighed, going to the walk-in.

Of course it had to be on the top shelf. The one thing you needed, just out of reach. You stood on your toes, pulling it down. You managed to get it down off the shelf, but as you adjusted your grip on it when you turned to leave, the lid slipped and the container fell to the floor.

Luckily, the container didn’t turn over and spill. But it did send the stock spurting up at the impact, splashing you. Your apron took the brunt of the impact, but it still splashed up into your hair, coating your shoes.

You groaned, opened the door with your back and pushed through, the container now in your hands. “Marcus! When you put shit back, could you at least make sure the lid is on tight?”

Marcus took one look at you and stifled a laugh, biting his tongue. “Shit, I'm sorry. Need me to grab a towel?”

“Yes,” you muttered, returning to your vegetables.

As you looked in the bottom of the pan, you realized they had begun to blacken on the bottom from not having any liquid in the pot with them. You had taken too long with the stock, and now the vegetables were likely ruined and would need to be re-chopped and boiled.

You groaned, reaching for the handles of the pot to take it off the stove. When your hand touched the pot, it immediately singed your fingers, making you quickly retract them.

“Fuck!” You said, blowing on them to try and stop the heat of the burn. “God, that hurts.”

At all the commotion and the sound of your distressed voice, the door to Carmy’s office opened. He peeked his head out, only to see you standing by the stove, clutching your hand to your chest, fresh tears brewing in your eyes and threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he said softly, coming up to you and holding you by your shoulders. “What happened?”

You scoffed, nearly laughing with anger. What hadn’t happened? What hadn’t gone wrong?

“What happened? What happened is Richie didn’t show up to work, so I had to take his shift on the register. And then a man and his buddies came in and told me I was shit at my job because I couldn’t ring up their five hundred fucking sandwiches they ordered fast enough. So, Tina switched with me and I chopped up her vegetables she had left and put them in a pot. I was gonna boil them down in a stock, but the stock was on the top shelf in the walk-in. I got it down, but the lid wasn’t on tight enough, so it slipped when I got it down and splashed all over me and my hair and my shoes. I went to check the vegetables, and they had already burned to the bottom of the pot because I didn’t get the stock quick enough, so I went to pull the pot off the stove and burned the fuck out of my hand. I’m just having such a shit day, I can’t do anything right, I’m fucking it up for all of you—”

Carmy gently shushed you, taking the towel Marcus had brought over and wiping any stock he could see off of you.

“It’s fine, Y/N, it’s alright. It’s nothing we can’t fix. I don’t care about the stock, I care about that burn. Come with me, alright?”

You shook your head, groaning. “No, I made a mess and I need to clean it—“

Sydney interrupted you, already moving to fix the stock. “Go get your hand checked out, we’ve got this. It’s alright, really.”

“Sorry about the lid,” Marcus said, clapping you on the shoulder.

You shook your head, letting out a breath. “It’s fine. Thanks, guys.”

You let Carmy lead you into his office, staying quiet as he pulled out a first aid kit. He held your hand in his, turning it over to get a good look at the burn.

“It’s not bad. I’m gonna wrap it, though. Does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that bad. It hurts less than my pride, that’s for sure.”

Carmy let out a chuckle as he wrapped your hand, finishing and moving his hand up to smooth over your hair. “You’ve got stock in your hair.”

You knew he was just teasing, and that he didn’t mean anything bad by it, but you could still feel tears well up again. Carmy sighed, pulling you into a hug. He let a hand rest on the back of your head, the other running up and down your back.

“Today fucking sucks,” you muttered into his shoulder. “I’m gonna kill Richie tomorrow.”

“Then who would work the register?” He joked, making you huff.

You pulled back, and Carmy brought a hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away some dried stock. He left his palm there, and you leaned into it, taking a deep breath.

“You’re alright, baby. Shitty day, I know. Tomorrow will be better.”

“That’s eerily optimistic coming from you,” you grinned, making Carmy smile.

“I didn’t say it would be better for me,” he said, bending down to put away the first aid kit. “But it’ll be better for you. Richie will be back, and you can yell at him tomorrow. I’ll put you with Marcus, he’s doing cakes tomorrow. You can help him, alright?”

You nodded, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. Your voice was quiet, defeated. “Thank you.”

Carmy pressed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He gently rocked you back and forth, and you could instantly feel yourself ease in his hold.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

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A/N - Hi! Sorry this is a little short, I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for the request!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It was only supposed to be a one-night stand (part 5)

Tw: sexual content, self harm, yandere stuff

Pleaz vote in da poll belowes

Thanx enjoyy

Part 6

Your touch snapped Montgomery out of his trance-like state. He looks nervous.

"H-have you found something you liked?" He stammered, his hands going to his pockets where his ratty wallet rested.

You shook your head and told him you wanted to go somewhere else. He was surprised and confused, asking what was wrong.

You said that you wanted to go to a nearby park instead, forget the car, the two of you could get there on foot.

He stared at you dumbfounded, but his attention was taken by someone squealing in joy because their partner gave them an exquisite box of chocolates and a new bag. They're filming their reactions with their phone. You can see his self-esteem plummeting down to hell.

You had to drag him by the sleeve, he stumbled a bit before finding his footing.

His fingers are intertwined with yours as you cross the busy street, your eyes are looking forward with the main motive of getting to the other side before the lights turn red.

Whereas Montgomery has his eyes darting everywhere, he looks overwhelmed and overstimulated having to brush shoulders with all walks of life. He must be used to using his car to get to anywhere in this city.

You brought him to the nearest unoccupied bench. Pulling him down to sit with you.

The park isn't as crowded, it's still lively; with joggers, parents pushing their children on the swing, boys and girls throwing things for their dogs to fetch and the occasional cyclist whizzing past the both of you.

It brought such a visible change to Montgomery, he's a lot more relaxed and relieved. He enjoyed the sunrays hitting his face, unlike the cold, artificial lights illuminating the shopping centre. The air is fresh and not stale and perfumed, he is much more in his element.

You sat with him in silence. He does not say a word and neither did you.

But you had to tell him what you had to say. You assured him that although it is common to see other men spoiling their partners in a much more extravagant way, and how the people here carry themselves high, it doesn't mean you don't appreciate him. Montgomery is enough as he is, he's doing so well and you're grateful to have him around.

He kept his lips sealed. His shaggy hair covers his eyes, not revealing anything to you as he looks forward.

You felt a little hungry. So you stood up to try and find something to eat.

But Montgomery grabbed you by the wrist and forcefully pulled you into his lap. You felt the air knock itself out of you as he squeezed your smaller frame with his strong arms. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and sobbed. Sniffles reached your ears and soon you felt wetness on your shoulder.

"I'm not from here. I don't fit in." He whimpered. "I didn't want to disappoint you."

He hiccuped. "You mean so much to me... I just didn't want to disappoint you..." He repeated. "I was trying to be the best man for you, but I-I couldn't do that if everyone around me was so much better. I was trying to be like them, I was trying to fit in, I was-"

You stopped him from spiralling out of control. You told him that he's fine the way he is and you see him as a wonderful boyfriend. He doesn't need to be like the richer population he sees in malls, he is more than good enough for you.

He held you tighter, you had to pat his back to signal that he was hurting you.

"I love you. I love you so much. I don't know what I would do if I lose you." He mumbled. You're clawing at his arms, desperately trying to get him to loosen his death grip. "You're my everything..."

A sudden whack to his head brought him back to his senses, as you managed to fling your shoe against his head. He released you and you stumbled out of his lap, gasping for air. He looked horrified, Montgomery shot up from his seat and apologized non-stop as he tried to gently hold you and help find your balance.

Once everything was settled, you continued sitting on the bench with Montgomery by your side. Staring at nothing in particular as you enjoy the peace and silence between you and him. His larger hand encased yours, thumb asserting mild pressure to your palm and knuckles to massage them.

You stood up and pulled your hand out of his. Montgomery had a panicked look on his face as he tried to grab it again.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

You shook your head and said you wanted to get something to eat. He released the tension in his shoulders and stood up as well. Montgomery intertwined his fingers with yours and stood closer to you. He brushed stray strands of hair away from your face before kissing your forehead.

"There is a hotdog stand nearby. But... You don't like hotdogs, do you?"

You shrugged and said that you're flexible. Whether you like hotdogs or not, it is the closest and cheapest option. Given that you already blasted numerous holes into his wallet, might as well go for it.

His eyes lit up as he began to lead the way, preferring to wrap his arm around your waist instead.

--

A couple weeks gone by since that talk and Montgomery is glowing with glee and excitement. He became more talkative and comfortable enough to let his real accent reemerge, taking on a drawl and calling hotdogs, 'Hotdawgs'.

Winter is in a spitting distance away, he's using the money he saved for the trip preparation after you chastised him not to buy you too many gifts, especially the roses. It's not like you could eat them anyway, even if you did, they tasted horrible. Montgomery still bought you a bouquet once a week, now just a bit cheaper. He feels horrible for not being able to spoil you, however, you had to remind him that he should be saving up.

You helped him budget, and taught him how to cook something simple; scrambled and sunny-side-up eggs, he now knows how to cook rice using a pot. It was hard, he was struggling to get a grasp of how the electric induction stove worked. But he got there eventually and would make egg-fried rice in bulk.

You don't know how he does it. But he eats the same thing three times a day, seven times a week. He never gets bored of it and he never got a clogged artery, Montgomery used so much oil that he had to replace a bottle fortnightly. His wallet is quadrupling in size, though.

You tried your best to cook when he's not looking. Because he gets extremely guilty seeing you 'toil away' in the kitchen, he would end up ordering takeout for you and him. You would scold him for wasting money when groceries are already bought and food is already cooked, he would whine about how he doesn't want to see the love of his life sacrificing time and energy in the kitchen when you could be relaxing from your stressful job instead.

He doesn't get the concept of cooking as a hobby, or that cooking isn't torturous to some. So, when you're cooking, the door to the kitchen is shut and locked. The walls are quite thick, so Montgomery wouldn't hear you pick up a frying pan.

A habit that is notoriously hard for him to kick is: buying you takeout for lunch. He still visits your workplace to bring you lunch, definitely not his oil-drenched egg fried rice, something nicer and pricier. So, being the good Samaritan you are, you only accept the dish that hurts his pockets the least, reject all others no matter how tantalizing.

You would take a couple of bites before declaring that you're full, leaving Montgomery to become your personal garbage disposal. You definitely snuck back to your cubical to eat your own packed lunch or takeaway.

He certainly gets creative with his pet names. And they're all very... southern.

"Mornin', gorgeous." Paired with a brief kiss on the lips would be a standard greeting from him. Montgomery tends to call you "Sweetheart" in front of others, "darlin'" or "Sugar" when you are alone with him in the day, but "honey" or "precious" at night. You asked him what's with the different names for their respective environments. He was confused, not understanding what you meant. Looks like he's just doing this out of instinct.

You appreciate that he fixes things around the house. You get to save hundreds of dollars in maintenance and you get to have it done immediately. Montgomery never complained, quite the contrary, he seemed to enjoy doing menial tasks like these around the house.

He's much more assertive than before in the bedroom, but he's a good man, knowing when to back off instantly. Montgomery would try to arouse you by roaming his hands under your clothes, kissing you from your jaw down to the base of your neck. If you reciprocate, he will proceed with the lovemaking.

If you stay still, he would become insecure and ask if he did anything wrong or if he smells. Just tell him that you're not in the mood, he will sulk for a bit, thinking that there's something wrong with him. He thinks that you're just being nice by making up some valid-sounding excuse.

He will leave you alone until you initiate some affection. He wouldn't go on unless you're 100% on board, which means you have to play along in some way, even if that means just leaning a bit more into him.

If you harshly shove him away and leave the scene, he will beat himself up all day and splurge on a gift for you. Montgomery would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for whatever transgressions he committed against you. He doesn't take well to rejection, drinking himself to death while sobbing and yearning for your love. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, Montgomery doesn't get why you're so cruel to him, but he thinks that he deserved it somehow.

But that doesn't mean he can accept that you're barring him from loving you up, so he would try everything in the book to get you to be kind to him again. Even if it means slicing his wrist open right before your eyes.

So you quickly learn to reject him gently. You wouldn't want a boozy, crying, puking and bleeding Montgomery on your couch.

All in all, life with your fling-turned-serious boyfriend isn't too bad. Sure, he isn't the most confident, or the richest, or the most charming, or the smartest, or the most emotionally stable... but he still is at least decent.

However, a pit of dread is growing in your stomach. For some reason, you felt uneasy with the fact that you're going to meet the family of the man that's currently eating you out or sucking you off.

You wrap your legs around his head as he feverishly jerks himself off, tongue lapping at your sex. Meanwhile, you're lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, pondering about what his parents are like. What his siblings are like.

You don't know why, but you just don't feel great about the decision to come with him.

[clipzicle]

@gradient-jeremy-asks i made tgiz juz 4 you pleaze enjoy‼️‼️

[blocktalesconfessions]

OMG WRITE MORE PLEAZE

gives you my most evil grin. sure

The king was not entirely sure how he had gone from interrogating a time-traveling intruder to resting on his bed with said intruder in his arms, but he was sure of one thing-- he was never going to ask the voices for romantic advice again.

They shifted in his grasp, snuggling up against his chest without a care in the world. He sighed and moved one of his hands to ruffle their hair, casting a brief glance at the door as he wondered what the chances of a knight walking in on this were. Still, he couldn't deny that it had been a long time since he'd been close to someone like this, so he would enjoy it while it lasted.

In the back of his mind, the voices urged him to freeze them quickly, to plunge his dagger into their heart while he had the opportunity. Perhaps he should have, but... he simply had to know. At least that was what he was telling himself.

The warmth of their body was surprisingly nice. He'd almost stopped noticing how cold he had started to feel ever since he had taken the Icedagger. They began to fall asleep, their breathing evening out, and he pulled the blanket over to cover them. The buzzing voices rose to a crescendo as he settled into a more comfortable position, extremely displeased with his inaction, but he thought back to sunnier days and decided to deny them for just a bit longer.

Tomorrow, he could get his answers. He had lost far more than a mere night of sleep for the sake of his kingdom, so perhaps he could indulge himself just this once. Just for one more night.

[hejustwontdie]

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[ectonurites]

do you have any batfam fic recs that aren't fanon or are mostly true to canon? i started out as wfa fan and i used to really enjoy the more fanony fics before i started reading comics and realised how much characters were changed. so if you have any recs that stay true to canon, i'd love to read them!!

oh anon honestly I haven’t touched batfic in a long time [mainly because i just get so picky/i can only take so much heavily fanon-y stuff before it just stops being enjoyable for me personally] so I really am not the best person to give recs like this </3

if anyone following me has recs though pleaze feel free to reply/add onto this!!

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi possesses the rational justice of blue, the destructive desire of red and the hatred of boredom of green. In a world where everyone has only one color, a colorful person like him seems to be betraying the world. I wanna see people understand more about those aspects of him and love him more (the plot is up to you pleaze 🥺🥺🥺).

I imagine this being one of those post-ROK moments where Fushimi is just being sent absolutely everywhere to handle various situations and everyone accompanying him gets to see him being competent. Like maybe initially Kusanagi asks for his help for something similar, like there was a power outage at the bar which screwed up the computer system on the cash register and Kusanagi knows Fushimi should be able to fix it. Fushimi is a little hesitant agreeing, feeling awkward still after everything that’s happened, but Kusanagi just smiles at him when he comes in and promises him a free drink for helping. Fushimi ends up under the bar with his PDA plugged into the register, Anna and Yata watching him as his fingers just fly over the PDA. There’s some small spark from the electrical wiring and Fushimi deflects it with a Blue shield without even thinking, being very methodical and focused. Yata mentions that Fushimi really is skilled at this kind of stuff and Fushimi just shrugs, it’s not hard to make code transform into what you want it to be.

As he’s finishing up he gets a call from S4 about a Strain incident and Kusanagi suggests Yata go along with him, maybe Anna decides she wants to come too. Yata is hesitant but Fushimi says for them both to stay out of his way, Yata’s like hey don’t tell me that. They meet up with the rest of the S4 alphabet squad and the Strain is causing all kinds of mayhem in the background. Yata is ready to jump in but Fushimi tells him to stay back, taking charge and giving orders. Except then during the fight maybe Hidaka accidentally steps into danger and Fushimi uses his knives to block an attack. Fushimi notes that Yata and Anna are still nearby and imagine him switching from Blue to Red as he attacks the Strain head-on, and behind him Anna quietly smiles and tells Yata that Saruhiko’s Red is beautiful. 

Once this is finished they get another call this time from Shiro, some rogue jungle member has hacked into Ashinaka and the virus is causing the cleaning robots to go haywire. Yata and Anna tag along and so do a couple alphabet boys so Fushimi now has a whole entourage. He ends up in Shiro’s dorm happily defeating a computer virus, grinning wickedly as he’s like what an amateur this is too easy to defeat. Shiro laughs and says Fushimi-kun certainly enjoys a challenge huh, Fushimi just clicks his tongue but imagine there’s the smallest hint of Green electricity as he’s typing on his PDA. Yata leans over his shoulder and finds himself thinking that Saruhiko really does fit more than one color doesn’t he — Yata can’t imagine himself in any color but Red, but Saruhiko has bits of Red, Blue and Green and somehow they all manage to fit him.

[campsunshinevalley]

For Pip: opinions on Damien? Like what do you think of him? Do you think he's nice or cute or do you not like him at all?

PIP: not quite sure what your trying to ask me unfortunately.

PIP: Though despite turning me into fireworks and setting me on fire on multiple occasions-

PIP: I do believe he's a sweetheart yes ^^

DAMIEN: we've been going to anger management classes a lot

THOMAS: for you? Right?

DAMIEN:..... no

PIP: something inside me changed during that lovely game of dodge ball back then :)

ZE-MOLE: enough chit-chat. Hellzpawn. We need you to burn zis fucker down.

DAMIEN: yeah yeah I got it back up baguette boy

PIP: it's a good thing we didn't bring Felix and Carmen along- their fear of fire could have ended this horribly

THOMAS: FUCK- SHITASS- it's a shame- they won't be able to join us at the campfire tomorrow night :(

PIP: perhaps that's a good thing-

ZE-MOLE: none of uz will be enjoying such thingz anyway if we get caught.

ZE-MOLE: I understand zat you cannot control your condition Thomaz but pleaze do try and ztay az quiet az possible

THOMAS: uhm- yes sir?

ZE-MOLE: Gregory better appreciate zis or I'll burry him in ze ground he walkz upon.

[euclydya]

System ask questions. All of them.

YAY YIPPEE

Which headmates are the iconic couple - probably Inland and Concept tbh!!

Which headmates are the unlikely couple - Vol & PT tbh. quote from the night they became official:

Which headmates were enemies at first and now best friends and/or a couple - Inland and Auth. they fuckin hated each other for SO LONG AJSKDJCJCJZ no idea what changed between em but I'm glad it changed goddamn

Which headmate is the most different from the body? - i meannnn. All of us tbh DBDJSJFJCJXKD

Which headmates are city folk - Shivers 1000% tbh

Which headmates are country folk - idk actually!

Which headmates have the most unique music taste? - idk actually!! our music tastes r either v similar to each other or not very unique to begin with hmmmm

Which headmate has the most specific role? - either Auth [their role is to Be Cared For And Doted On when up front] or Suggestion [Its role is To Be A Sapient Stim Toy. Its role is to Literally be thrown around and hit. do not worry this doesn't hurt him at all and he enjoys it JAKAAKSJDJFJDJD]

Are there any headmates from a specific state/country/etc different from the body? - I mean technically all us Skills are fantasy French i guess. does that count

Which headmates are emo/punk/goth etc? - Aesthetic-wise? I don't think any of us actually!

What are some pet peeves headmates have about other headmates? - Scio & Cass are super annoyed by Mr. Soot's voice and demeanor tbh if that counts. Like the three do not get along well at all SJDJSJSKFJF

What headmate was the biggest surpise? - FUCKING CHILCHUCK??????????? BRO WE WERE EXPECTING SENSHI. WHERE DID YOU COME FROM AJAISJDJFDJ

What headmate has a skill that the body doesn't usually, but when they front the body gets it (or almost gets it)? - PT is hella skilled at friendship bracelet making meanwhile the rest of us suck at anything that isn't a chevron or smth really simple HSDJSJDJFJD so all the bracelets we make she's gotta be up front for

What headmate makes the most typos? - I DO AJAKAKSDJFJFJDJD i type FAST and unless I'm typoing my name I don't care to fix em because the typos add Flavour. They add Character. Also i dont feel like fixing em. Also Logic!! due to uhhhhhhhh psychosis shit he's really uncoordinated w the body now and has poor motor skills

What headmate has the weirdest (/pos) way of talking/typing? - idk!! rn we don't really have anyone w unusual typing quirks outside of Logic & his typos [lh] but talking-wise hmmmm. I guess Shivers! She kinda blasts her voice all through the headspace & into our minds when she talks and she is VERY loud but that's expected ig since she embodies the spirit of a city and all. and also Logic again actually, it's not Weird per se but he slurs his words a lot usually as a side effect of our last Big Psychosis Episode™. Also shoutout to Esprit who primarily speaks through barking and other animal sounds, love that 4 you but pleaze stop barking directly in my ear when u front AIAJSJSKD OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABT RHETORIC he sounds like he's choking when he speaks. Which. He is. On. His own neck LMAO

-Electrochem

[basil-from-omori]

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[tinfoil-catholic]

May we please, see Theo's teeth?

Theo said no pictures pleaze

Ollie however enjoys photos even if I'm blinding him