#sadly put much more thought into this than i should have LOL

[alrightbuckaroo]

Thanksgiving is a week away and I do not have the time to write a Thanksigiving story (even though I'd love to, we need more Thanksgiving settings) so instead, I present some 126 Thankgiving head-canons:

Owen has deigned himself the host of Thanksgiving and everyone tells him to finally take advantage of the chance to eat as unhealthily as he wants to.

Nancy and Tommy both agree to bring dessert - Tommy brings homemade blondies and Nancy brings store bought vanilla cupcakes. "Don't look at me like that, TK. I did "bring" them."

Carlos calls Andrea to let her know that she's invited to the 126 thanksgiving and Andrea tells him that she already knows, Owen invited her first.

Grace reprimands Carlos over how long it's been since he's been online and she's been stuck kicking everyone's ass in Overwatch all by herself.

Mateo, Carlos, TK, Paul, Judd play touch football after dinner. Owen is invited to join but he's still the only one gnawing on the vegan turkey roast that no one else wanted to eat.

Judd keeps nodding off after dinner to the sound of Spaghetti Westerns while Charlie lies on his lap. He keeps waking himself up and telling everyone that he's just resting his eyes.

Paul is in charge of the dinner party playlist - it's a jazz mix with Miles Davis, Bill Evans, Nat King Cole, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald and Chet Baker. He finds a way to sneak Frank Sinatra's Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas somewhere in there.

Marjan's recently started taking pottery classes with Joe and she brings over homemade dishes to hold the sides. Marjan's looks perfect, Joe's not so much.

Tommy and Andrea have both been obsessed with the same telenovela and Grace has to tell them both to stop spoiling it; she hasn't caught up just yet.

Carlos, without a doubt, plays peek-a-boo with Charlie.

TK spends a good ten minutes trying to convince Tommy's girls to ask Tommy for a bearded dragon so Lou II can have someone to play with.

Paul and Mateo break the wishbone - Mateo wins and wishes for more wishbones.

Both Owen and Judd agree that Carlos should be the one to carve the turkey, something Gabriel always used to do during the Reyes Thanksgiving.

Mateo and Nancy are both cheating at Phase 10 and the other one knows it but they both don't mind.

On the drive back home, TK makes an awful pun about the 126 being #SquashGoals and while Carlos acts like he hates it, he not so secretly loves it.

[lovesickhughes]

Can I request a sweetheart letter with Jack and the dialogue “I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.” ?❤️

a/n: i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting! (not edited)

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You should have known as soon as you slept through your alarm earlier in the day that today, the odds were not in your favour. Not only did you sleep in, and that resulted in being late to your first class of the morning, but your coffee from your favourite campus coffee shop had mixed up your go-to order.

You were too reserved to go back and order the employees to remake the drink, so in light of trying to find the positive out of your morning, you tried to force yourself to like the weird drink combination. Your brows pinched, face contorting in disgust as you swallowed the bitter drink, and as you walked to your next class of the day, you thought to yourself, your own drink that the other person had gotten, couldn't have been half as bad for them, as theirs was for you.

You sighed as you sat down in your usual spot of the lecture hall, finally catching up with your restless morning, and relaxed, letting the thought pass your mind that there was potential for your day to get better.

That was until you headed towards the doors of the building you were in and you saw the downpour of rain hitting the pavement. Your legs slowed, coming to a halt as you realized the day could in fact get worse as you took in your own appearance of jeans and a sweater, with no jacket. Your outfit was a recipe for the rain to ruin if you were to step outside, so you spent longer than you would have hoped, finding an alternate way of getting to the library for you to set up your belongings to study.

Your disgruntled self sat down in the overly busy library, pacing through the rows of books to find an open desk, and as you pulled out your laptop, the light from your phone shining in your bag grabbed your attention.

You opened your phone to see the messages from the one person you wished you could see in the very moment and state you were in, the words written across the screen making your heart swell.

Jack 💞: hey sweetheart hope your day's going well. thinking of you 🥰

You smiled down to your phone, eyes filling with tears as the exhaustion from your fast-paced morning caught up to you. While you were in school, completing your degree and battling through assignments upon assignments, Jack was battling through his career in the National Hockey League. You had met shortly after he was drafted, running into one another at a party you were invited to through a mutual friend. Almost instantly the two of bonded, forming a connection like no other.

There were times where you envied Jack, knowing he would never have to face the hardships of being a college student, but then again you knew how much time and effort he put into his own profession, and you were overwhelmingly proud of his hard work.

Y/n: hey, could be better. really wishing you were here rn tho. i had a rough morning and want nothing more than to be back in bed lol

Jack 💞: i'm sorry baby, if there was anything i could do, i would. i love you

Y/n: i love you too, just missing you

You smiled again, this time more sadly as you realized it would be a few more days before you would be reunited with Jack— his team away on a road trip. But, you knew the next few days would pass quickly.

You set your phone away and began working on your assignment that was due in a few days, letting your surroundings fade away and time slip from you as you immersed yourself in the paper.

All the while you were busy away at school, unbeknownst to you, Jack was on his way to your shared apartment. He managed to leave earlier than anticipated, pulling at a few strings and maneuvering around the schedule. He stopped by your favourite flower shop, buying a bouquet of your favourite flowers, along with some of your favourite sweet treats and a smoothie from your favourite store just down the road.

When he slipped into the apartment, the quiet filling the space, he quickly arranged his gifts for you on the kitchen island counter, smiling triumphantly to himself. He plopped himself on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone as he waited for your arrival which he knew was around the corner, based on your messages updating him that you were done for the day and heading back to the apartment.

Jack's head turned when he heard the click of the lock and the door creak open, smiling brightly as he watched you slip your shoes off, all the while he sat before you, waiting for you to notice.

You turned around sharply, determined to rid yourself of your school belongings, but came to a halt when you saw the familiar brunette sitting in the living room.

"Jack!" You exclaimed, eyebrows raising and eyes widening at the sight. He had completely taken you by surprise, "What are you doing here? I thought—" You stammered, watching as Jack stood from the couch, walking over to your with a sly grin on his face.

"That I wasn't going to be home for another few days?" He cut you off, his arms reaching to rest on your hips. You looked up at Jack, eyes softening and smile breaking on your face as you dropped your bag, your own arms finding their place wrapped around Jack's neck. "I made some arrangements." Jack shrugged, chuckling lightly as you playfully scolded him.

"Well that was quite the surprise, I wasn't expecting you." You said as you pulled away from his grip and began to walk into the kitchen in search of your favourite water bottle. When you turned the corner, expecting the state of the kitchen to be the same as it was when you left in the morning, the sight of a beautiful arrangement of your favourite flowers alongside a smoothie and your favourite snacks, you turned back to Jack who was slowly following your steps. "What's all this?" You asked hesitantly.

Jack shrugged once again, "You said you were having a rough day, so I wanted to make you feel a bit better." He said reaching to interlock your fingers with his own.

"Yeah, but just you being here made my day." You pressed, toying the inside of your cheek with your tongue as you held back a smile.

"I was planning on coming back today anyway, but when you texted I made a few stops on my way home." Jack continued, pulling you behind him as he turned to lean his back against the counter, bringing you into his embrace as his hands intertwined together and rested on the small of your back.

"Well, thank you." You spoke softly, smiling up at the boy in front of you. Jack leaned down to place a soft kiss against your lips and you inhaled at the sudden contact, melting into his familiar presence and feeling. "I missed you." You mumbled against his lips.

"Missed you too," Jack mumbled in response, pulling away and looking down to meet your gaze again. "Oh, and just so you know?" He said as he slithered away from your grip, going to the fridge to pull out his own smoothie, "I'd come for you, no matter what." He said, looking over his shoulder.

"I appreciate that, Jack." You smiled, glancing down to your feet as you fought the feeling of heat flushing your face.

"I mean it, Y/n. When you need me, I'll be there."

[fluffypinkpillows]

This is take 2 of a headcanon post that somehow got deleted. (Thanks, tumblr…)

OKAY, SO. This morning I was reading Shadow headcanons, because yes, and I came across a Yandere Sir Lancelot headcanon post. Not gonna lie, I was a bit disappointed because it was more so just regular knight stuff.

BUT!! It gave me a thought. In the game there isn’t a character filling in for Guinevere, king Arthur’s wife (nor Mordred). So I was like… “What if Reader fills in for a Guinevere character?”

Because, well… Guinevere cheats on king Arthur WITH LANCELOT.

AND WHO’S SIR LANCELOT? YEEEEEE. SHADOW. So, this just fucking works.

I can hear people asking “isn’t that essentially betraying the king? Shadow is super loyal to King Arthur!” Well, yes. Even in the original tale Lancelot was extremely loyal to king Arthur, even though he was having an affair with his wife. Which doesn’t make too much sense to me but king Arthur does banish him for it and (tried to) burn Guinevere at the stake for the affair. (Honestly, the punishment does not fit the crime, even if she was eventually sent to a convent…)

I feel like, though, this would make an amazing fic! The original tale doesn’t really cover the affair between Lancelot and Guinevere much (that I know of) so really anything can be written lol.

Headcanons-wise.. lol we’re finally getting to that part. Since the characters are generally gonna be the same, I’m going to focus more on the romance between sir Lancelot/Shadow and Guinevere/Reader

Also, note, that I’m not gonna follow the original tale… like at all lol. I’m just going to be using some key points from both the game and the tale.

ALSO, NOTE, I HAVEN’T SEEN ANYTHING FROM THE GAME. I JUST REALLY LIKE LANCELOT SHADOW. My friend is gonna play through the game with me sometime soon so THESE HEADCANONS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE!!!

Firstly, Shadow/sir Lancelot had been in love with Reader/Guinevere since before king Arthur became king. (Here’s already a deviation lol)

Reader/Guinevere knew of Shadow/sir Lancelot, as he was one of the many guards Reader/Guinevere had guarding the castle home, but other than his attractive looks and mysteriously stoic personality she didn’t really give him much thought. He was just a knight to her, of course.

Of course, as with the original tale, King Arthur sees Reader/Guinivere and falls madly in love with her, much to Merlin’s chagrin.

Reader/Guinevere isn’t into the relationship as much as king Arthur is, which puts a strain on the two’s relationship. Being the king’s wife wasn’t what she wanted nor envisioned for herself.

Time passes by and King Arthur no longer respects nor dotes on his wife like he used to. He’s now yelling at Reader/Guinevere, berating her, laying his hands on her. The relationship has turned completely toxic.

Shadow/sir Lancelot can only watch the fights from afar, feeling horrible for what Reader/Guinevere has to go through. So, he decides to try to comfort her as best as he can, which is probably awkward at first.

This, tragically, creates a rift inside of Shadow/sir Lancelot. Should he obey his king and stand by his side at the round table? Or should he covet his king’s wife and pursue the love he has for her?

Why not the best of both worlds? Keeping his king’s wife’s company isn’t so much of a crime now, is it?

Because of Shadow/sir Lancelot’s chivalrous actions towards Reader/Guinevere she starts to see what she once wanted before she was married to the king… in him. She can’t help but want to be with her knight who has been with her since even before day one as queen and begins to develop romantic feelings towards Shadow/sir Lancelot.

The two end up forming an unspoken bond of love and companionship, sadly kept secret from the entire world.

I imagine a beautiful scene where it’s just the two of them in a field of flowers on a breezy, sunny day. They go here frequently to relax no matter cloudy or shine. Reader/Guinevere is crafting a flower crown, something she’s been practicing since she was a little girl, and Shadow/sir Lancelot is handing her flowers, a blush on his face. By the time she’s done she puts the flower crown on Shadow/sir Lancelot’s head and the two stare into each other’s eyes for the longest of moments before Reader/Guinevere flutters her eyes shut. Shadow/Lancelot leans in for a kiss that’s so tender and feather-soft you would barely even feel it if not for the warmth.

I hate being a romantic sometimes.

[awriterinthenight]

"You Know Where to Find Me"-Luke Castellan

words: 1810

warnings: fluff in the beginning, A LOT of angst at the end, lowkey I imagined the 2nd part in the rain but I didn't write it in the rain sadly lol

a/n I'm trying to write more so hopefully this is good, there will be a part two, and also I didn't mention it but reader is most likely a Hades kid (and will be in part 2) just for plot purposes, also I plan to make one for a lot of character I write for cause I love this idea so much hehe

summary: Luke's been distant since Percy came back, but he asks you to met him in the woods, and something you never thought would happen comes true

The word inseparable didn't do enough justice when it came to your relationship. You and Luke wouldn't leave each other's side no matter what. If either of you had a quest the other always went with. When someone looked for Luke at camp it was no surprise when you were there too. Every activity led by one of you was co-led by the other. Nothing could tear the two of you apart, no matter how hard they tried.

Luke being the popular counselor he was, many girls constantly flirted with him, before and during your relationship. Occasionally the ambitious Aphrodite girl would try her best efforts to break the two of you up. One girl even went as far as trying to spread rumors you were cheating on him, but were quickly shut down when you confronted her. It was safe to say Luke didn't want anyone else, only you.

Luke loved you and everything about you. He'd give up the world for you, would fight any monster just for you. But somehow something did seem more important to him.

"How are you my darling?," a familiar voice said, as an arm wrapped around your shoulders. Luke was nothing if not very affectionate, and loved to show you were his.

You couldn't help but smile at his affections, "I'm good," you murmured, still a bit drowsy from waking up.

He gave a small noise of acknowledgement, "Don't forget we have sword fighting lessons today," he teased, since he started to remind you what activities you had to lead.

You rolled your eyes, "I forget one time that I was supposed to lead an activity and you never forget."

"Oh, it was way more than one time," he said, starting to count on his fingers, "You missed swimming from oversleeping, stable duties last week, arts and crafts multiple times-"

"That was on purpose," you remarked, "I hate glitter and the Apollo and Aphrodite kids always use it."

"Still not an excuse, especially since I had to take over and had glitter in my hair for weeks. Now let's see you also skipped out on-" Luke voiced, but was once again cut off by you.

"Alright just tell me you don't love me," you joked, putting your hands up.

Luke pulled you closer, placing a small kiss on the top of your head, "Never," he whispered to you. A chorus of shouts and disgusted noises came from the Hermes table where Luke's siblings sat.

"Get a room.

"Ewwww."

And the ever classic, "Gross," followed by a strawberry being thrown at you. The Stolls were something else in your opinion.

"You're just jealous," Luke defended, sitting down at his table while you followed after. Technically you were supposed to sit at your parent's table, but after so long Chiron and Mr. D stopped caring, and if your parents actually cared so much, then maybe they should be a better parent.

Chris shook his head, "I don't know what's worse, the pining, or the actual relationship," which was followed by a chorus of, "the pining," since everyone collectively agreed they'd rather willing let the Ares kids test out a new weapon on them, then have to deal with Luke's pining again.

"Come on, I wasn't that bad," Luke defended once again, but even he knew he was down bad when it came to his pining over you.

"Not that bad," voiced Connor Stoll, in a rather high pitched voice.

Connor's statement was then followed by a very animated Travis, "You stared for weeks, which was only barely less creepy than finding out every book she read and everything she liked, just so you could talk to her about it."

"Remember when you made me give you $40 just so you could buy those stupid Star Wars comics just to impress her. You don't even like Star Wars," Chris mentioned, practically yelling at this point.

You turned your head around to face Luke so quickly you could've gotten whiplash, "Are they saying you never liked Star Wars?" you asked in astonishment.

Luke put up his hands in mock defense, "In my defense I did not care for it when I first met you, but now I love it I swear."

"Mhmm sure," you said, crossing your arms.

"I swear," he pleaded, "I'll watch all the films with you if you forgive me," he offered, even though he would watch anything you wanted, or do anything for you.

Satisfied you turned back to face him, "Okay," you said, planting a small kiss on his lips. Which consequently enacted another chorus of, "Eww," and, "Get a room."

"Why's everyone yelling this early in the morning?" a disgruntled voice questioned.

You jumped up at the voice, running over to him, "Percy," you shouted. He'd been resting so much from his quest that you hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Hey," was all he could manage, still not fully recovered yet.

You ruffled his hair, "I guess I'll see you around more now that you're back."

He nodded, "I guess so," he murmured before walking towards his table. Percy seemed a bit off, but then again he had just returned from a rather eventful quest.

Luke stood up from the table, grabbing your hand, "We should go before we're late," he said, referring to the lesson you were teaching in a few minutes.

"Alright," you said, waving bye to everyone, "See you later."

Luke had been off the past couple of days. He seemed quieter, even around you which was odd. He snuck out at night more often, leaving you in an empty bunk. He said he would wake up early and go on a walk to clear his head, so you didn't think anything of it. What was weird though was how he came back late at night sometimes, but he just said it was to make sure the camp was safe after the truth was revealed about Zeus' lightning bolt being stolen.

You and Luke hadn't been alone in awhile, but tonight broke that. Luke left you a note saying to meet up with him tonight in the forest a little after the fireworks started, since it was the 4th of July. Luke liked to surprise you on summer nights like this, but to you something felt odd. You did your best to brush it off though.

You dressed normal, but tried to put in some effort, and even wore a little more makeup. Now you were walking through the dark woods in hopes of finding Luke. He was most likely at the little clearing you always met up at, so you went there.

To no surprise he was standing there leaning against a tree. The only difference was that he seemed more sullen than usual and he had his sword with him.

"Luke?" you said, unsure of what was happening.

His head shot up, his eyes a bit glossy in the moonlight, "Hey."

"You said you wanted to see me here, what do you have planned?" you asked, since he usually had something planned for the night, but everything felt different for some reason.

Luke took in a deep breath before speaking, "I just, I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?"

Rightfully you were confused, but he still answered, "Of course, why wouldn't I."

He nodded, "Good," he reassured, "I want you to come with me," he said, not elaborating.

"Come with you? What do you mean? Where do you want to go?" you questioned, getting more and more nervous each second, "Luke what's wrong? What's happening."

Luke finally looked up at you, merely an inch apart from you, "I can't stand it anymore. The gods don't care about us anymore, our own parents could care less about us. We're overlooked and underappreciated, they don't care about us unless they need us. I'm tired of it. I want to make it right, I want justice for all of us demigods. The gods don't deserve to rule when they can't even be bothered to protect their own kids," he said, as the realization fell upon you heavily.

He was the one who betrayed camp. He stole the lightning bolt and blamed Percy. He was the one leaving to lead the revolution.

Even though you knew what was happening you didn't want to accept it, "No, no, please Luke," you pleaded silently, "Why you?"

Luke shook his head, "We deserve better. You deserve better," he argued, holding your face in his hands.

"But is betraying your friends, your family, really the way to go about this?" you said, taking a step back from him.

Something in Luke's expression changed, and he seemed to only look more sullen, "You're not coming with me are you?" he said, more of a statement than a question, as his eyes met the ground.

He wiped a tear rolling down his cheek, looking up at you again, "I could give you anything. We could live free together. I could keep you safe and you'd never have to deal with the gods again."

You shook your head, your eyes welling up with tears, "No, no you can't. No matter what, if I stay here or go with you, I'm still stuck in this war, but at least if I stay I have my friends with me. And my morals," you said, a few tears falling.

"Am I not important to you? Is what I believe not important to you?" he asked, his voice rising a bit, even though he didn't mean for it to.

"You are important to me, but for the first time I can't follow you," the words felt bitter in your mouth, but it was the truth, "I can't leave all my friends and family behind. I know what the gods do is wrong, but I can't follow after you, please understand."

Luke took a step closer, "Then please understand me. Please just follow me, come with me. I don't want to do this without you. Please-"

You cut him off, sticking your hand out to push him back, "You know me better than anyone, you should've known I wouldn't come with you, if you don't want to do this without me, then you shouldn't have done it at all. I can't come with you. I won't come with you," you said, tears overflowing in your eyes, "Goodbye, Luke."

Luke stood there watching as you walked away. You wanted to leave him like that, to have the last word, and not say anything else, but after all these years you couldn't leave him like that. Something in your heart made you take pity.

You turned around, Luke's head shot up, hopeful you changed your mind, but he knew you hadn't, "If you ever change your mind," you said, your voice wavering a bit, "You know where to find me."

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[lexieloo28]

HAPPY S1 FINALE EVERYONE!!

OK CINDERELLA BOY NATION SOOOOOO

NOW THAT I CAN FINALLY POST THIS MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I HAVE SOME THEORIES/ COMMENTS ON STUFF AFTER EP. 61

SPOILERS AHEAD IF U HAVENT READ IT!

SERIOUSLY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WANT TO GET SPOILED FROM ME. PLS GO READ PUNKOS AMAZING FINALE FIRST!

Ok so throw back to Ep. 56

When bronze entered the book and only encountered that rustling. He himself states that either Buddy/Nox wasn’t there, or left the book.

The rustling in the bushes could have just been ambience ORRRR Buddy/Nox could have spotted him and left quickly! Bronze would recognize him right away, so it TOTALLY makes sense that he would leave. However, he didn’t show up at all when Deacon was Ridin’ Solo. So he probably either has a direct link to Silver, or Chase himself. If Violet is linked with Silver, Buddy/Nox prob skedaddled the moment he saw our peanut butter boy.

The book shown in EP. 61 shows a bunch of lines and junk (including Buddy/Nox's moon) with Violet's key presumably in her spot? Which could connect her to Silver? Idk

Another thing, I’ve been thinking about :

What role exactly Buddy/Nox has... When Chase first wakes Silver in Ep. 9

We can see here that Chase says purple key and villainess and Silver confirms. I saw someone in the comments mention that he has the moon on his back to mirror Goldie, so maybe he is the villain key? Like, for masculine roles while Violet is for feminine roles. He does mention that he’s never been the hero…

Some more food for thought,

Look at how sad he is here in Ep. 13 :( Chase has no idea that he’s saying that to a fellow key who probably knows Silver better than Chase does.

A few panels earlier Buddy/Nox calls her an “it” so I wonder if he was somehow turned into a key after they were separated, and never met her? Or he could just be throwing Chase off. He seems genuinely surprised when Chase tells him off.

And Next,

This episode had me thinking of Buddy/Nox bashfully asking Violet to make him outfits for each story LOL. I love when we get peaks into his shy personality. He has a snooty persona he keeps putting up, and I hope in season two we get to see him show more genuine pieces of himself :’)

(Ep. 40)

Now, discussing some moments from the actual episode 61 (and ofc I freaked out for a Hot Minute after The Reveal) I wanted to share a bit of a “haha” moment where this image

Did not in fact make me freak out. For the right reasons. I went “WOAH VIOLET IS SO BIG”

…

I was so shell shocked from the kiss that I didn’t even CONSIDER that Buddy/Nox is TINY 😭

And then we get to see more of his facade crack as he sadly reminisces after the kiss. Not a cute moment like Chase, but a realization that he’s fallen deeper than he should have. And it’s getting in the way of his goals. Their goals.

And finally,

Looking back at some of the other episodes, Buddy/Nox lets himself indulge in Chase sometimes. When he calls him a little idiot, strokes his hair, tries (badly) to idk seduce? him. Its making my mind RACE! Was he aware of his feelings? Did he look forward to seeing Chase in the books? Did it give him a sense of normalcy and make him feel human again? Did he feel a sense of dread when he realized that he likes Chase, or chose to ignore the reasons he shouldn’t and let himself indulge? Or push his feelings deep down and not once mention it to Violet?

Punko, you are a LEGEND I cherish this webtoon SO MUCH.

SO GLAD I CAN FINALLY POST THIS IVE BEEN FROTHING AT THE MOUTH RGRGAGGR

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Idk if you've already answered this, but have you ever thought of Yuu having a different physiology than the rest of the twst cast? More or less in the way that isn't really noticeable, but enough to make their friends feel "off"

(Like, imagine if Yuu's blood is so different from the rest that it needs an entire different study solely dedicated to it)

I didnt get this in my notifs

I think about this so often. Esp cause my ocs are not any race in twst

Like in a slightly different way: Yuus body digesting nutrients differently— and no doubt the food in TWST is better suited for the natives so Yuu has to play a fun game of "am I allergic to this" and "will this thing I like in my world taste like utter shit here orr?" All while getting half the nutrition or not even being able to process it. "Yes Jamil, you make banger curry— sadly it fucks up my body and I gotta throw it up"

Even little things like they don't have a blood type that exists there so they're fucked if something happens. Their magic tolerance is lower, so they get sick from it. They're not allergic to cats, but Leona's shedding is making them wheeze. Or perhaps they're allergic to Fae? Not even counting the flu/diseases that go both ways. A common cold nearly kills them cause they aren't vaccinated there, but a cold from them puts Deuce in the hospital

Did humans in TWST evolve from the same things?? "Lol we were fishies" "huh"

This can go the other way too. Yuus body being much more complex or "stronger' than the humans there (maybe even beastmen). Like yeah they can also hear that along with Jack, what do you mean you can't, Ace? Their bloodtype doesn't exist but ooh boy Ortho just found the cure for cancer scanning it– your antibodies are very impressive! Of course they don't need that many hours of sleep. A Yuu built like Epel or Lilia yet their muscles are on par with Jack?? Vil tries to help them with their skin but they need extremely concentrated face wash. Their brain scans are incomprehensible.

Take this to two other extremes and maybe the air there makes them 'sick' or is hard to adjust to. Maybe the sun there is too hot. Their eyes are "off putting" because too big/small. The oils on their skin are more corrosive— their stomach acid should kill them. Maybe they can eat "poisons" that the rest can't eat in large amounts or have to be cooked a certain way. Yet here is yuu swallowing cherry pits and that amount of capsaicin should make you sick— not even Cater can have that!

Yuu gets to exaggerate their body stuff and they're none the wiser. What if the cast are all very light for Yuu and you can pull students off each other when they fight? Vargas is impressed.

The other extreme is tolerance/defense. No diseases seem to affect you at all, neither does magic. In fact you seem to drain it from the world around you. A fireball your way fizzles out. You have to leave the magic exam room cause people keep failing in your presence. You can't be "beheaded" or turned to sand or cursed or hypnotized... there are exceptions to the magic that actually can affect you however, and once you're cursed, there's no going back.

Yuu gets critically injured and healing spells just won't work. They get a curse that will kill them and no potion or incantation cures it. It's a glass canon and people here are armed with bricks

Or– maybe yuu is a very conductor of magic (fav headdcanon). Which is why we strengthen people in game. We can unlock magic potential in others, and the simplest flame on a fingertip becomes an inferno when you step into a room. Aces magic well has tripled since being your friend. And Deuce and Epel got their UM very early with you around

Idk Humans are Space Orcs type things

[calamaroo]

Vegimal headcanons and my life is yours!/j/nf

( @urautismdiagnosis-wistie @animalsalvationassociation @oatzimir @hers-underwraps @mildy-vibing figured you all might be interested in this one )

Well, I've not very many headcanons for them off the top of my head, buuuttt . . .

Well, I've said it a million times, probably, but they're sirens in my au. I don't know how to link posts, but my big long rant about their biology should be on my "top posts" list 😉

But as for personality headcanons and such, I'd love to do a big post about it one day but I never know when I'll get to it 😮‍💨 so I'll give you a little of my thoughts here :]

Tunip (+ Sharchini) :

He's the ringleader/queen-bee of the veggies, and as such he's usually the smartest, for lack of a kinder way to put it (they're all kinda silly though, but compared to the others he's the brightest yk?). As the little leader, he works pretty hard to keep his fellow veggies safe and happy and at harmony (partly because he's biologically programmed to), but much like the Captain, he works too hard sometimes and has to be reminded to take a rest. Because of their hive mind, the other veggies, after too long of Tunip suffering, can feel his suffering as well (example: if Tunip is starving for too long, they'll all become malnourished).

(That one wasn't exactly personality based lol whoops, but ---)

Tunip, like I said, works himself to the bone, and when he's too stressed out or overstimulated or whatever is bothering him atm, he'll finally crack and his only comfort is cuddles with his Baba (Shellington) 🥺 sadly, Tunip learned this unhealthy habit from the two leader figures in his life: Barnacles and Shellington, who had the most influence on him growing up.

On a lighter note!! My Sharchini and Tunip are identical twins!! ☺️ (I'm a twin, so I gotta have my twin representation, y'all) ---- biologically, that just means they were born from the same egg that split in two. Sharchini, therefore, is extremely attached to Tunip, although because of their contrasting personalities, Tunip gets rather annoyed by Sharchini's clinginess.

--- Sharchini is . . . an odd baby, but a lovable one, of course. For whatever reason (I said so), he's more snippy than the other veggies. He's more prone to anger (anger-issues rep, hey, wistie look) and "freak outs," as the crew calls them (when the veggie-sirens act more feral due to excessive stress, threat, or exposure to their natural habitat for too long). He also bites excessively, but for sirens, that's a show of affection, a soft nibble or pinch, but with how much the little baby has, he forgets not to bite down so hard. Shellington's arms are covered in bite marks, mostly from little Sharchini's love for his Baba ☺️💚

Also, Tunip very clearly adores Veggie-Bot, and Sharchini is absolutely jealous, but Shellington has already gotten onto him once for wrecking Bot so he let's it slide hehe

Codish & Tominnow

My Codish and Tominnow are closer than the other sirens (because it seems to me that I've seen them interact more frequently in the show than the others lol). Codish is very much Tominnow's big brother, more-so than the others are to her.

Codish is also close with Calico Jack as they both have "calico" patterned skin! I just thought they'd both look at each and go, "Aren't ye a cute lad?" "Chrrgeed. (Agreed.)" --- this one is mostly just for silly and cute design purposes, lol

Tominnow is also the youngest of the main five vegimals, but in MY AU, she is not the youngest out of ALL the vegimals (as going by the wiki, there are 16 vegimals, and I headcanon that Tominnow is the youngest of the "First Batch" of hatched eggs, but older than the second batch (lovingly called "The Littles"), so not the youngest overall).

Grouber & Barrot

I also headcanon that these two are closer, and Barrot will sneak Grouber snacks knowing fully that Gouber is on a diet and shouldn't be having so many snacks! But Barrot doesn't listen to Baba, so Shellington is running out of options to get them to stop 😔.

I wish I had more thoughts on them, but I literally can't think of anything for anyone else aside from Tunip and Sharchini 😭 very sorry for that 😖

I really need to draw them all at some point, I never finished my first attempts from months ago 🥲

~~~ But I hope you and everyone who read this enjoyed it! 💚

[the-inkwell-variable]

author ask tag

thank you so much for the tag, @the-golden-comet! ooh this is gonna be fun!

i'm going to focus on my current wip, Why Should I Be Careful? I'm Going To Die Anyway! because it's still very much in the planning stages (despite how much I'm writing for it) and I have Thoughts

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I'll be honest, I haven't really thought that far ahead. I suppose, if there is a lesson to take from WSIBC?IGTDA!, it might be that you should always chase your goals and desires, and screw what other people think. Maybe put a little more thought and planning into yours than Aura does hers, though. I mean, she almost dies due to her recklessness. Don't be like Aura.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Well, it's a zombie book - I love zombies, in case you can't tell - so the world is an amalgamation of zombie stuff I love. The zombies are based off of the Train to Busan zombies. This is a self-insert mess, so I'm using the town and people I know in the town as location and characters. Little tropes here and there that I love in movies and books alike. It's just a big chimera of stuff that I grab from stuff I remember and shove into it. It definitely needs polish when it's done, but I'm having a blast so far, so I'm'a keep doing it :3

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

Uhhhhhh this is a tough question. Right now, Aura is trying to make it to Roger's Grocery Mart to save her girlfriend, but most of the time, she's just trying to have a good time in the zombie apocalypse and hopefully not die. She does eventually grow into a character that (mostly) thinks things through and takes other people's situations into account, so I suppose the lesson is "the world doesn't revolve around you - be kind and helpful to others"?

As for what I'm trying to achieve... mostly, to be honest, I just want people to pick up my book and have a good time reading it. I want to write a zombie book because it's my passion and because there aren't enough zombie books out there. I guess I'm trying to inspire others? To show them that you can survive an impossible situation if you work hard and think things through?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

The only time I've written a full-length book (sorry, the only two times, forgot about Zero: ALPHA), it had about twenty-odd chapters. Z:A had...uh...thirty? That was a long time ago and I sadly no longer have that draft. This one is going to go until it's done. Hopefully more than thirty though!

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content! I have no idea where I'm going to post it. I'm torn between Draft2Digital (originally Smashwords) or Substack. Thing is, I'm really bad at marketing and keywords and all that technical stuff that goes into publicizing, so I'm really hesitant to share it at all. I'm the type of person that gets absolutely morally devastated if my own self-inflicted goals aren't met, and I'm not sure if I can handle that kind of crushing heartbreak with this one lol

So yeah. Might publish, might not. Unsure right now.

When did you start writing?

My dad set up a Windows 95 computer for me in his office, his old one, and taught me the basics of using it. I was five, about to turn six. I immediately sat down and wrote a story about unicorns. I've been writing ever since.

I didn't start writing fanfiction until I was thirteen and had just binge-watched Lord of the Rings for the first time. We don't talk about those works. They were awful.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Write it. Oh it's cringe? Who cares? Write it. Oh, it's a rare pair? Write it. You're worried people will hate it? Fuck the haters. Write it. Writing is about having fun. Writing is about pouring your soul onto the page. Writing is about getting those ideas out of your head so they don't drive you insane. It's about reaching that one person that finds your work and loves it. Even if no one reads it - you still accomplished something. You still wrote it. And no one can take that from you.

I have so many writers in my follow list. Uhh. I have no idea how many are still active, so I'm just going to tag who I know and hope for the best lol

@idyllicocean, @keeping-writing-frosty, @bloodtiesnovel, @asher-writes, @kitswrite, @theink-stainedfolk, @karkkidoeswriting, @lavender-gloom, @orphanheirs, @aquixoticwrites, @alinacapellabooks, @marlowethelibrarian, @flock-from-the-void, @dyrewrites, @storycraftcafe, @writer-imagination, @toragay-writing, @inseasofgreen, @stephtuckerauthor, @thatndginger, @finickyfelix, @eternalwritingstudent, @drchenquill, @paeliae-occasionally, @the-golden-comet, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @watermeezer, @goldfinchwrites, @winterandwords, @badscientist, @clairelsonao3, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @leahpardo-pa-potato, @mjparkerwriting, @rowanwriting, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @emelkae, @rita-rae-siller, @rebelxwriter, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @stesierra, @francineiswriting, @sunset-a-story, @chauceryfairytales, @hollyannewrites, @jaydenswaywrites, @captain-kraken, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @romy-thewriter, @pure-solomon, @writingmaidenwarrior, @koiwrites

go, go follow them. they're all so good and make my timeline glow.

[revalition]

OCT 16 - PAIN THRESHOLD Shrug off the pain. They’ll have to hurt you more.

I love this guy a lot! even if he has some really questionable advice. I ended up dumping a lot of points into him in my first playthrough!

really simple drawings today, I've had a pretty bad headache all day. which you'd think would allow me to channel the pain threshold vibe better! but it really didn't. sadly the amount of love I hold for a skill doesn't necessarily correlate with how much effort I can put into drawing them (with a few exceptions lol). the one on the right was an old sketch I coloured... it was a relief I already had a halfway decent design for him haha

lots of quotes under the cut as usual!

pain threshold!!

fun fact - he does not refer to you as harry once. however he does call you: - pal - baby - son - buddy - man and none of these more than once. weirdo

PT also has the most anti-passives (passive failures) out of the skills, by a large margin. He has 31, second place has 19. He also has 3rd least passive checks.

quotes:

these two idiots!! causing mental and physical damage with their screaming... H/E coordination trying to reel it back in

<3 (this heals endurance!)

actual idiot skill

dudeee

he's so funny. he's fucking got this.

dying here

nooo

sigh

super normal.

he's a sad, sad guy

if you haven't been told yet that he has depression PT can figure it out for you!!! <3

sad PT in the final dream :(

this one too

he knows! he recognizes *fake pain*

dialogue after failing to save ruby... urgh

I really like this. 'A race to beat your own heart's pulse to some dark finish line.'

as always this is amazing.

:((( this is re: pawnshop roy

hehe

this one is always delightful. he has a sense of humour sometimes!

this whole scene was a mess, but this line in particular... I don't know, it just stuck with me. It's very vivid.

honestly, true

lol

sometimes these skills say some unhinged stuff, sheesh

poor guy, he's so sad

:(((

this one is brutal.

this guy has *issues*

ending it on this very important one!!! please look! during the last dream pain threshold tells you to pick the dialogue option that will cause her to leave and the dream to end... and volition tells you to keep dragging it on. hghh guys...

pain threshold is quite something. there are lots of instances of him telling you something painful feels good, or encourages you to do something that will hurt (both physically and emotionally). he also leads the finger on the eject button thought dialogue. My first playthrough I had FYS of 4 and I ended up dumping a ton of points in to PT cause I was fascinated by him. But I also had mega high volition cause I adored him too. they definitely did not have the same goals...

the first time I remember hearing from my personal PT, we were bowling and my wrist was really starting to hurt. and he was like, you should keep playing. thanks bro :/

anyway that's all. for tomorrow, physical instrument's design isnt super exciting to me, but I do have a bunch of good quotes picked. I can make a coach calling people a binoclard compilation...

[boxheadpaint]

juice induced hill depression. Back on meds again and hopefully going to get in touch with a new psych who can prescribe me something else. Have been very tired and unjoyful the past week but better now and playing modded Skyrim, initially just to make my oc in it but then just kept slamming more thangs in there. Mod that puts bunny rabbits everywhere. Also is there a mod that adds cute animal ears/suits as wearables or one that even makes the girl armor less sucks. Like im either fully leaning into the immersion breaking for self indulgence sake or im getting rid of the annoying shit.

visiting mom in Vegas earlier this month was nice except for the part where I hate Vegas. I know im not great with travel and settling into places can be a tough one for my brain but also my god it’s just evil there. Brilliantly so but still evil. I would have loved to enjoy the scenery surrounding the place more as deserts are just very beautiful and fascinating places but at no point during the day was the temperature less than a full hundred degrees Fahrenheit. It barely dropped during the night either. Between that and varying physical ailments (Oof Ouch My Digestive Sensitivities Lol) (Oof Ouch My Tendons Lol) (Oof Ouch The Agony Caused By Using Stairs Lol) it was the perfect conditions to be a miserable pile when I wanted to be with my family. As sad I was to part ways again I was not sorry to leave that place. Gained a new appreciation for changing up what I eat randomly to keep my body on its toes. At one point mom brought us to a pub and her husband asked for Diet Pepsi while I asked for regular Pepsi. Visually there’s no difference so we got handed the others pepsi and swapped. And then later after he refilled his Diet Pepsi another waiter came up and wordlessly refilled mine as well. With Diet Pepsi. Wasn’t even asked. Fucking stunned. Also went to a near dead mall that was nice anyway

stuck on brain zaps as a symptom of Specifically antidepressants withdrawal. There’s some things describing them as “mini seizures” in function. To me it’s like the body noticing the usual isn’t happening for some reason so it tries to jumpstart the brain into working good like before. universities I can go to with my theories. Back in and at it this week, hopefully to remain consistent for longer than before which will also likely help with the depression and anxiety. More people should just put stuff in their blood if they can

it can be embarrassing to express your misery more clearly to someone, specifying the fact fact thoughts running through your head. But then again it’s only embarrassing because your mind convinced you so, and will convince you that holding it in is also cruel and selfish. Finding it funny that animals probably don’t have as complex spirals and bouts of depression because they dont have a language to articulate to themselves in their own heads that something is awful in a very specific and contradicting way. Or actually no because there is still pattern recognition but that’s more a paranoia learned thing. Is there an animal that can randomly, for seemingly no reason evident to anyone including itself, experience crushing dread and self doubt. Is there an animal that feels shame besides man

had a tilt table test that was embarrassing too but for much more clear concrete reasons. Somehow didn’t know about that second part, and did complain through most of the first part because Oof Ouch Everything Hurts Lol. REALLY did not know the iv thing and had to once again sadly state that no, It has to go in the hand . I will say the experience was funny in the second part from the other ways because my first reaction was literally just “Uh Oh.” The moment I realized it was going to get worse. all I know is my blood pressure stayed consistent throughout, I don’t know what else im gonna hear about it. Hopefully something helpful.

is setting up an ABLE account difficult? Can anybody do it? It’s an issue dealt with by a lot of people but I should at least try to find a way to save money from benefits for the future or in case some stupid medical shit happens that the health won’t cover. I just looked up and saw Vinny sleeping while propping lubics head up with his foot. Hoping I can enjoy things normally again shortly,

8/26/2024, Still better than july

[marzipanilla]

For the "I wish you would write!" and while you've already written a time loop invincible fic, which I still love so much (˘˘ ♡), I am still a sucker for time loop / time travel, so, I wish you would write another time travel/loop fic, however you wanted to go about it.

Or, if you haven't done a invincible crossover already, what would you choose and how would you go about it? I know this is more vague than the prompt asks for, but I'm just so curious, haha! (o^ ^o)

Haha that you should mention Invincible and time travel stuff, because I've actually thought about doing a few others. One where it's Debbie who is sent back into her body after everything and it basically turns into a (sadly) tamer version of Gone Girl while she tries to expose Nolan, another one where Mark ends up back when his parents first meet and goes through the whole 'but wouldn't the world be better if I didn't exist/can I be complicit in putting my mother through that/maybe if I don't exist dad wouldn't have left and then the world would have been really fucked and I have to make sure things work out or my planet is screwed and my happiness is worth my planet isn't it?' stuff lol I've also thought about doing Nolan's POV for my existing time loop fic, just so I could play around with exploring all the different ways he might react to watching his wife die without having to actually fridge Debbie. Nolan getting sent back is also such a neat idea to me, because depending on where in the timeline you send him from he could have some very fascinating reactions to getting his pre-reveal life back on Earth.

Maybe it's just because of the genre of it (and the fact I'm not actually super into comics or superhero stuff, the low hanging fruit of Inv crossovers lol) but there's very few things I think about actively crossing over with it? And I am a massive fan of fic crossovers tbh, so maybe it'll change and I'll think of something in the future. I mentioned it in another post recently, but I was thinking about doing a Lois and Clark crossover, because I do think Nolan and Clark interacting would be fun- not to mention Debbie and Lois- but the only other real crossover I've thought about was Doctor Who.

Ten and Donna were going to accidentally pick up/kidnap Debbie while she was drunk early post-Nolan reveal and the Doctor was going to be like, well, shit, need to get her back to Earth, she's important- and Donna was just like ?? We aren't leaving a drunk woman alone to choke on her vomit in a gutter are you insane?? And Doc would follow up with 'her emotional suffering is really important for this guy's character development later' and Donna would beat him with a shoe. Debbie would spend all of 5 seconds alone with the Doctor and be like 'ah, you're a compulsive lying alien conqueror too. neat' and he'd stfu and Donna would be like 'nice cold read, but that IS my friend and his self-esteem is actual trash so-' but really it would just give Debbie some breathing space and time to process stuff without having to worry about Mark et al and despite the life threatening nature of her adventures on the TARDIS she would have a better time than the life threatening shit that happens to her on Earth.

Rather than proper crossovers I lean much more 'full AU version' for Invincible ideas. Like, a BtVS one where Debbie is a slayer but due to stuff doesn't get noticed until she's in her 20s and the Council (Cecil) are definitely not people she wants to listen to and Nolan is basically Spike (asshole vampire who has to put the effort in to gain a soul)

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - March 8

aftermath anon, closeted anon (2?), engineering anon, intrusive thoughts anon, poetry anon

aftermath anon

I understand, I am sorry for asking. I cannot seek professional help rn, and my partner isn't willing to communicate much sadly. I guess I will try to manage myself, thank you though! Can I at least ask what your opinion is on me, like, a bad or rude person? I am sorry if I come off like that, my partner usually says that and I want you to know I didn't mean anything that could come off wrong! Thank you for answering, even though you won't listen to my main problem, the fact you answered makes me happy!

Hi! I mean I don't know you, but you haven't come off as bad or rude at all. I do want to say though...if you and your partner are having trouble communicating, I really don't think you should be doing things that require a lot of communication. It sounds like you have some things to work through first. Trust and open communication is important in a LOT of parts of a relationship, and it seems like that's what you need to be focusing on right now.

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closeted anon 2

hey cas, i think i'll be today's closeted anon??

how do i cope with a homophobic family?? like a few days ago i told my mother that i want to pursue fashion designing, and she sat me down and straight up lectured me for an hour or so about how the industry is so focused on the lgbtq community (which idrc about, they're all such beautiful people), and how she doesn't want me to mingle with such people. she sees homo/bisexuality as a mental disorder, and that's why im not even allowed to now discuss my career with her or my dad anymore, as she thinks i might be bi as well. which im pretty sure i am, but now i feel all suffocated because i'm not allowed to talk freely with my "family" anymore, all my sibling have been brought up this way too. i've been following your blog for a while and finally decided to tell you this, i'm sorry if it's a long yap but i've seen your previous asks and i thought you'd get this better than anybody else. thanks.

Hi! I can't tell if you're the same closeted anon who's written me in the past?

Anyway, the fact that your mom is relating a career choice to a sexuality is insane. One doesn't cause another, and that's so unfair of her. I'm so sorry she's not supporting you and her homophobia isn't okay at all. If you want to be a designer (whether you're bi or not) you absolutely should be!

I'm here if you ever want to talk more!

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Intrusive thoughts anon

I'm not saying this in a complaining way at all- I truly do not mind how long the ask was- but I didn't copy it here because I was nervous about word limit lol

I think it's okay that you didn't want to win! I understand why you feel that way and you shouldn't feel guilty about that.

As far as your friends...I mean, they can't control their parents, but they can control what they promise you. They need to stop making commitments they can't keep, and I completely agree with you that you need to stop expecting so much and putting in so much to the relationship. It sounds like they're not respecting you, so why respect them? I think your message was great, and I'm proud of you for communicating your needs respectfully.

For your family...I honestly think it's a really common thing for siblings to experience very different things from their parents. It's very frustrating and can really affect self-esteem and even drive siblings apart.

I know it probably doesn't mean much but I personally am glad you didn't listen to your intrusive thoughts.

Happy Ramadan! It started on the 28th, right? You're right, brookies are amazing.

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Engineering anon

and I will try to find it, I doubt so though. But, I practiced a lot with fake skin and I started with the places noone sees, like thighs mostly, so I don't think it will affect my possible future job yet, but I really wanna learn!

Thank you for advice!!! I don't mind using myself as canvas, but to make them hide easier, I usually don't make them on noticeable places, I still visit my family sometimes after all. And about the piercings, I didn't know that, I will ask my brother for a few aid things then! Though I know general first aid and how to take care of bleeding injuries etc, it shouldnt be that hard I guess? Thanks for answering-

No problem! I'm gonna be honest though, as much as I believe that everyone should have power over their own bodies, this really does make me anxious. I looked up all the dangers of self-piercing and self-tattooing and yeah. I'm not judging at all but I really think it's a risk.

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poetry anon

Hi!

Wow, the poem you sent me is...very relatable, and I think it's a great way to get those feelings out. I don't think it's dumb at all, it's really moving. I do have to ask though...is telling about that topic snitching, or is it helping someone who needs it?

[sweetponythings]

Tipiskaw International High School Part 3

Beware that this story contains bullying, homophobia, mentions of abusive relationships, transphobia, heavy subject matter. Please take care when reading. (Disclaimer: story doesn't fully follow how characters would act in canon, i needed a mean girl (very much inspired by Regina George) and Riya just fit the bill lol, plus there's no way she would choose to hang out with James and Yul in canon lol. Maybe I should give her some tragic backstory to flesh her out 🤔)

It's Amazing To Be Young

Across the school, a split-haired young man was happily chatting to his two dear friends, Lake and Rosa María. Aiden couldn’t help but feel a bit like a third wheel sometimes, with Lake and Rosa being so close. The two girls tried their very best to include him as much as possible, but Lake and Rosa lived together; Lake’s parents had kicked her out after she refused to marry a man they had arranged for her to become engaged with immediately after graduating high school. Lake’s family was very wealthy and had moved to Canada from Germany; her family’s high expectations and academic pressure had put Lake under a lot of strain, affecting her eating and general well-being. Lake knew deep down she could never be the perfect girl they expected; she was a lesbian and didn’t want to obey people who saw her as nothing more than a status symbol. Rosa and Lake were as thick as thieves; Rosa had even introduced Lake to one of her Spanish-speaking friends, Mariana. Mariana and Lake had both hit it off and were now dating happily. Rosa’s family saw Lake like she was their own daughter and took her in without a second thought, despite them not being very well off financially. The fact that Aiden and Rosa had both dealt with poverty in the past is part of what brought them together, bonding over the shared struggles they faced at home. Sadly, the majority of Lake and Rosa’s classes were on the other side of the school; Aiden only saw the two girls in the odd class they might have together, at lunch or in between classes.

The next lesson was a good one, Art. A favourite of Aiden’s and Lake’s. Rosa waved them goodbye as she departed to make her way to her woodwork class. Rosa María was everyone’s friend, thoughtful, kind and affectionate. Despite being the only girl in the class, all the boys in woodwork loved and respected her. She was no pushover, however. You would know if you had ever pissed the Latina girl off; she was able to whip all of the boys in her class back into line within a moment's notice.

“I still don’t know how she manages to deal with all those boys!” Lake remarked with her strong accent as they both continued down the buzzing hall, both teens weaving back and forth in an attempt to not bump into people. “Oh, come on, we’re not all that bad, you know.” Aiden joked with a little poke on his friends arm. A voice cut through the conversation, interrupting the two friends; a female form was standing right in the middle of their path, so they couldn’t get past. “How would you know? It’s not like you actually count as a boy.” Riya had appeared from nowhere and stared right into Aiden’s teal eyes, getting off on the pained reaction that her stinging words had brought. Aiden’s mind went blank, rattled by the remark. “Leave it, Riya. No one asked for your opinion.” Living with Rosa had certainly brought Lake out of her shell, taking on more of Rosa’s confidence and attitude. The Indian girl scowled, raising a finger in preparation to spit venomous insults into the German girl’s face when another voice joined the conversation. “Don’t worry about her, Aiden.” Came a deep voice with a strong Brazilian accent that Aiden was all too familiar with. James. “Sure he’s a boy, Riya. A very cute one.” James added with a wink. For some reason the Brazilian loved nothing more than to tease and wind up Aiden whenever he got the opportunity. Aiden knew it was best to ignore it, but it pissed him off to no end. He never bothered anyone; why did people constantly feel the need to get in his business?

Lake was giggling at James's remark, playing along light-heartedly. “He’s not wrong!” Lake’s warm smile never failed to make Aiden feel lighter, rolling his eyes with a sarcastic smile and tugging the German girl’s arm to remind her they needed to get to their next lesson. As they started to step away, Riya’s voice called out again. “Hey, I’m still talking to both of you. Where’s the other one of you girls?” Aiden felt his blood boil at that remark, marching forwards without so much as glancing behind him, shouting out “At least I’ve actually got real friends!” as he flipped Riya off over his shoulder. It was no secret that Riya and Yul were more rivals than friends, constantly bickering and trying to one-up the other. Aiden and Lake could both hear her. James burst into hysterical laughter at the quick-witted remark. “Teu cu! Oh meu Deus, isso é tão caralho engraçado. I have to make a TikTok about that!” Riya ground her teeth together as she watched the pair walk away; she would’ve snapped metal at that moment if she wanted to. She grabbed James harshly by the collar of his t-shirt and dragged him away. “C’mon, dumbass, we’re going.”

The art lessons that Lake and Aiden had were always peaceful and enjoyable. Sitting side by side at a table with two other girls that they both got along well with: Tess Morgan and Ellie Parker. Each student was working on their own project, an important part of their final grade. Lake had made a collage, depicting a princess and a knight. The knight was a young woman who had a strikingly similar appearance to that of Mariana; it was clear to see who the princess was supposed to represent. Ellie's art was a line of mannequins all in the same outfit moving down an assembly line, no doubt some 'deep' commentary on society and its structures. Tess was painting a young woman in a dark void, a string attached to her hands like that of a puppet’s. Finally, there was what Aiden considered his masterpiece. An image of a pink cocoon, the cocoon resembling the distorted image of a little girl. The pink pod was being broken open to reveal a handsome young man breaking free from the confines and growing beautiful blue angel wings, reaching out towards the light and flying away into the sky. Truly something that truly spoke about Aiden’s experiances since starting high school.

It hadn’t been easy telling the people he was close to that he was transgender; by the grace of God, his parents were accepting and encouraging. Other family members hadn’t been so open-minded, however. Lake and Rosa accepted who he was with love and open arms. As long as he was loved by them, he was happy. It was just as his mother said, ‘If people accept you, then those are the people you should love and care about; everyone else is irrelevant.’ It was easier to remember that than to practise what his mother preached. Some family members would still accidentally refer to him as his dead-name, but luckily most students at school had no clue, and if other people did find out, most simply didn't care; he was just ‘Aiden’ here, and he was all the more grateful for it. Riya was the boy's biggest tormenter, and with Yul at her side, they had both made it their mission to remind him constantly that he was born in the ‘wrong body’ or that he 'didn't count as a boy'. Aiden had Rosa and Lake to go to when things felt lonely, but recently he had been hanging out with Ellie, Ellie’s girlfriend, Gabby, and their friend Tom more. The three friends were their own little group, and they had accepted Aiden lovingly into their fold when the other two girls weren’t available to hang out with.

“Aiden, your piece is so beautiful; is it almost done?” Tess enquired, dabbing the navy blue paint out of her brush onto the paper below her. “I think so… I’ve enjoyed doing this, but I can’t lie; I’ll be grateful when it’s done. Each girl hummed in agreement. “Where do you want to sit at lunch, Lake?” Aiden asked, being reminded of the topic by the growling of his stomach. “Oh, Aiden… Mariana and Rosa are helping me with my Spanish essay; we’re going to be in one of the Spanish classrooms; only the three of us are allowed. Are you going to be okay on your own?” Lake had mentioned it before, but Aiden had completely forgotten, his smile turning into a small frown as he recalled. “Doesn’t that count as cheating, Lake?” Tess asked with a smirk and a hand on her hip. “Doesn’t it count as cheating when you get Ally and Hunter to help you with your computer science and programming assignments?” The red-haired girl responded, tapping her lip and pretending to be in thought. “Touché, Parker.” Tess couldn’t really disagree with that. “Hey, come sit with me and Gabs again.” Ellie suggested kindly, and Aiden smiled and nodded enthusiastically, the boy thanking her wordlessly.

“Hey Ellie, speaking of Ally. She told me you got in a fight with Jake in your English class. What’s that all about?” Lake and Aiden put their pencils down and looked at each other, then at the other two girls upon hearing that. “Ugh, don’t remind me! He wasn’t doing any of the assignment; he was just staring into space and feeling sorry for himself as per usual! Then he decided to throw a tantrum because I called him out on it!” Ellie exclaimed. Aiden recalled something that Tom had mentioned to him earlier in the first lesson of the day in biology class. “Tom told me Jake was really upset today… He saw him crying in the hallway.” “It was really horrible what happened to him. The breakup and the leaked messages…” Lake added, always being sympathetic to the struggles of others. Not to mention, everyone knew that Ellie could be a little bit harsh at times. “Yeah, I know, but we all have our problems. Jake doesn’t help himself at all.” The American girl rebuked. The other three decided not to pursue the topic any further, the conversation going silent and each student quietly resuming their work.

Lunchtime rolled around not long later, and Aiden made his way with Ellie to the cafeteria after saying goodbye to Lake. The room was almost overwhelmingly busy with people talking, eating, and moving from one place to the next with friends. Aiden and Ellie waited in line to get some sustenance for the next couple of hours, chatting about what they were going to be doing after school. Ellie had her job to attend to, while Aiden had promised Tom and Gabby that he was going to come to watch the young man’s soccer game tonight. Tom’s team was playing a rival school with a bit of a reputation for playing dirty; it would most certainly be entertaining if anything, plus Tom always appreciated his friends supporting him. The two found Gabby was sitting alone at a table in the corner of the room, near a door that led down the far hallway, clearly waiting for Ellie to arrive; immediately rushed to give her girlfriend a rib-crushing hug upon spotting her, and Ellie blushed wildly and kissed the brown-skinned girl on the cheek. Aiden smiled as Gabby happily called his name in greeting and squeezed him tightly in a hug. The twin-haired boy couldn’t help but wince in pain at the Polish girl’s strength; there were definitely going to be bruises on his ribs tomorrow. Aiden gasped a little when Gabby let him go, air finally being able to get back into his lungs, then realising that Tom was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Tom, Gabs?” The split-colour-haired boy asked while looking around, wondering if the taller boy was nearby. Tom was Gabby’s best friend; he was always spending time with the two girls. He and Gabs were virtually joined at the hip. Gabby and Tom had a Family Studies class together before lunch, so they usually came to eat lunch together afterwards. “He’s sitting outside with the other soccer boys today; they’re planning tonight’s game, I think.” Aiden nodded in understanding. “It would make sense if they’re talking strategy; tonight’s game isn’t going to be an easy one.” All three of them took a seat; Aiden sat opposite the two girlfriends while they held hands, munching on a red apple he was holding with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other while muttering away about lessons. Ellie continued drawing in her sketchbook like she always did; it was always fashionable clothes she drew, or Gabby wearing the designs she had created. Gabrysia Nowak always had wild stories to tell. Aiden and Ellie listened in interest as the Polish girl explained how she managed to find out that a neighbour’s dog was the one who kept stealing things from her father’s tool shed, gesturing wildly and making the other two laugh like hyenas. Then Gabby had one of her ‘ideas’, much to the concern of the other two. “What if we help Tom later?” Ellie stopped drawing for a moment to look her girlfriend in the eyes. “What do you mean, Gabs? You know Tom would never cheat.” Gabby’s brown eyes grew wide with excitement. “What if we locked the other team in their changing room? We could jam a chair against the door so they would be late and get disqualified; that way we can make sure our team wins!” Gabby threw her hands up after announcing her idea, clearly proud of her strategy. Aiden stared widely at the brown-haired girl in amazement and disbelief, while the red-haired girl slapped her hand onto her own forehead, praying silently to herself that Gabby wouldn’t actually try to go through with her plan this time.

Meanwhile, outside, Tom sat surrounded by a few of his teammates. Diego and Logan were goofing around with each other while Spencer tried to talk seriously about team formations and strategy for the game that was in a few hours, desperately trying to get the other two to be serious for a moment. James was scrolling through his TikTok with a bored expression, looking up when he realised Tom was staring at him. “You okay, buddy?” James wondered aloud with his thick accent, poking Tom in the side to get his attention. “Yeah… it’s just… What were you doing this morning?” James raised an eyebrow in confusion, his dark brown eyes meeting Tom’s turquoise ones. “I wasn’t doing anything earlier, why?” The taller man rolled his eyes in irritation, his voice taking a more assertive tone with his next sentence. “Don’t give me that shit. This morning, at the lockers. You, Riya and Yul; what were you saying to Jake Hamilton?” James raised his hands in self-defence, trying to plead his innocence. “Seriously, my friend. I was just looking at my phone; I don’t get involved in what Riya and Yul do.” Tom accepted that answer; James was a fair few yards away from the other two; he didn’t seem to be paying attention to them when he came in from the courtyard and spotted the smaller, blue-haired boy being pinned against a locker in clear distress. Tom only came in after hearing the commotion all the way from outside in the first place.

“You could’ve stopped them though, you know.” James just shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly not too bothered either way. “Sim, eu sei, Tom… I’m sorry; I just wasn’t paying attention. I have waaaay better things to focus on.” The Brazilian’s attention went back to his phone, but Tom wasn’t done with the conversation. “He was in a really bad way, crying like that… I’m pretty sure I heard him throwing up before I went into the restroom.” The curly-haired man bit his lip slightly before turning off his phone and propping his elbow up on the picnic table they were sitting at, shifting to face towards his dark-haired friend and asking, “Why do you care?” Despite his tone, Tom could tell James felt a little bit bad about the situation, try as he might to hide it. “Because… I dunno, I see a lot of my younger self in him... He can’t even walk through a hallway without getting remarks. You know that I went through the same type of thing about two years ago. I don’t understand why Blake sent you those screenshots in the first place or why you felt the need to share them around.” Tom’s words had struck something in James; the two young men had known each other since middle school. Back then, Tom was the one to defend James whenever someone teased him about his accent or when he mispronounced something. James hadn’t long moved to Canada from Curitiba when they first met, and Tom had been a true friend and a rock on the worst days. James had seen firsthand the cruelty of people his age once again when Tom arrived back at school after three months of unexplained absence not long after they started high school. His friend had his new scars on full display for anyone and everyone to gawk at and comment on.

“I didn’t share those screenshots! I showed Yul because he was wondering what Blake had sent me before I even had the chance to read through the messages myself! Then when I wasn’t looking, he signed himself into my phone and sent them all to his phone; that’s how they ended up all over the school. Caralho, Tom! I couldn’t have given less of a shit about what Blake sent, to be perfectly honest, let alone wanting to go out of my way just to upset Jake.” Tom said nothing for a few moments, taking a long sip from his water bottle before offering some to his curly-haired friend, James gladly accepting and starting to drink. “I don’t get why you even hang out with those guys. I know they’re popular and all, but they don’t even get along with each other!” James smirked as he handed the water back to Tom. “Entertainment, I suppose. You get a lot of TikTok content out of those two.” James, hands raised in the air, as if to say ‘don’t blame me’, the scarred young man smiled and shook his head at his friends words before suggesting. “You should come and hang out with us; Gabs and Ellie wouldn’t mind, dude.” James stood up from the table, slinging his bag over his left shoulder and starting to make his way back inside as he waved goodbye to the boys, fist-bumping each of them as he passed by. “Yeah, maybe… I’ll think about it.”

Back inside, Yul and Riya were sitting with Grett; the British girl had her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through to find something she’d spotted earlier, intending to show the other two. Riya was growing impatient, tapping her foot against the floor. “Have you found it yet?” The brunette gave a sinister smile. “I have now!” Grett passed her phone across the table to the brown-skinned girl. Riya’s eyes scanned the phone as she scrolled down, a devilish smirk spreading across her red painted lips. “Oh, this is good shit; nice work, Grett.” “What were you even looking for?” Yul leant across the table, snatching the phone out of Riya’s hands, clearly unsatisfied with his findings by the look on his face. “Ugh, who the fuck is this bitch?” Riya pulled her phone out of her Valentino bag with grace, tapping on the glass quickly, suddenly on a mission to share something online. “It’s Aiden, and it’s just what I need to teach him a lesson.” If there was anything that Riya and Yul had in common, it was their pettiness and lust for revenge. Riya had revealed to the two others sitting at the table that Aiden had gotten a bit too cocky with her earlier that day; she needed something to get even, something to put her back on top and make Aiden think twice about daring to cross her again.

Grett was a master of finding old dirt on people, and Riya was the master of spreading it for all to see. What the two girls had found were old pictures from Aiden’s mother’s and grandmother’s Facebook accounts and a couple from Aiden’s old Instagram account, one he had forgotten to make private. The pictures showed a sweet teenage girl with long, pale brown hair and a cute, toothy smile; the person the photos displayed had little resemblance to Aiden, but it had to be him. He was an only child and didn’t have any cousins as far as Riya and Grett were aware. Before Yul and Grett could even ask what Riya was going to do, the deed was done. The pictures that Aiden so desperately wanted to never be seen by his peers were now sent to every group chat and account that Riya could find. A mocking caption that boldly showed Aiden’s name, as clear as day to see, underlined each image; there was no doubt about who it was in the pictures. Riya dropped her phone on the table and rested her hands behind her head, waiting for the chaos to commence.

Aiden was still sat with the two girls; the topic had changed from wanting to lock the boys that were coming to the school to play soccer later that day in their changing room to Gabby wanting to sabotage their chances by putting sleeping pills in their water bottles. Aiden tried desperately to convince Gabby that it was a horrible idea while Ellie listened with an amused smile. While speaking, Aiden couldn’t help but notice a lot of people turning their heads to look at their table, looking at him specifically and giggling. Perhaps they were just overhearing Gabby’s batshit plans; the e-boy tried to ignore them and just focus on the conversation he was having; however, something in the room felt very wrong. The American girl was checking her notifications while listening to the other two’s ramblings when a very odd message popped up. ‘Aiden Brooks is such an adorable little girl.’ Ellie gasped audibly as she clicked on the notification. Someone had somehow got hold of old pictures of her friend, mocking him and referring to him with some highly unsavoury terms. Without meaning to, Ellie had gotten the attention of the other two.

“Uh, babe? What is it?” Gabby scooted closer to her girlfriend before the redhead had a chance to move her phone away. Gabby caught sight of the images, and her eyes went as wide as saucers as she processed what she had just seen. The Polish girl was at first in shock, her attitude then quickly turning to anger. “Who the FUCK did this?” Aiden was fed up of being left in the dark and grabbed the phone so he could finally see for himself what the fuss was about, quickly coming to regret his decision. Oh no, oh dear god, no. There were pictures from his fourteenth birthday party, his middle school talent show, a picture of him with an Ariel doll he had been gifted when he was eight, and The Little Mermaid was his favourite thing in the world. The comments were disgraceful, too vile to repeat in public. Aiden dropped the phone from his hands, the case hitting the table with a CLANG as a cold sweat descended upon him and chills ran up his spine. It was him; everyone was looking at him, everyone was laughing at him. The young man stood back from the table, starting to shake. He was quite open with people who knew him about being trans. Many people at school knew; many others didn't, but being exposed like this for so many people to see and scrutinise, it was way too much to handle. Clutching his arms and hands to his chest, his heart felt like it was going to burst through his skin and land on the table in front of him. Moving backwards slowly, he bumped into someone. Riya stood towering over Aiden, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and chuckling at the boy’s horrified expression. “At least you’ve got friends, ‘Aiden’…” The Indian girl mocked, gesturing with her fingers on the subject of his name; no one at this school had ever known him by any other name, and he didn’t want them to either. The boy took off like a rocket down the hall, floods of tears leaking down his face hard and heavy as he went.

Yul cackled at the sight; Grett was clearly proud of herself. She was definitely in Yul and Riya’s good books now. A smart move, in her opinion. Riya was satisfied hearing Ellie call the boy’s name as he ran off, the American girl rushing to pack up her things and pick up the bag that Aiden had forgotten in his hasty exit. “You’re a bitch, Riya. Back off, all of you!” Ellie took off down the hall too, desperate to find her friend. Gabby scowled and bared her teeth at the other three. “Jestes kurwa najgorszy!” rang out from the top of her voice at the tormentors as she went in the opposite direction of her girlfriend, hoping to meet with Rosa María and Lake in aid of finding Aiden and calming him down. As she left the cafeteria, Gabby stormed past James as he came inside; he looked at the Polish girl with a confused expression and then shrugged it off, walking over to where Yul and Riya were gathered. “What was that all about?” The Brazilian questioned, jabbing his thumb in the direction behind him, clearly indicating Gabby stomping past him like a soldier on patrol.

Yul grinned deviously, pointing to the phone in James’s hand. “Have a look for yourself, friend.” James did just that. Clicking on the tidal wave of notifications that kept popping up, it took him a few moments to realise just what he was looking at, but when it sank in, Yul and Riya were more than confused to see James’s disgusted expression. “O que caralhos é isso? What the hell did you do that for?” Yul smiled as he wrapped his arm around James’s wide shoulders. “Because it’s fuckin’ funny and Aiden’s a little shit.” James’s expression grew more and more pissed. “Foda-se! That’s just fucking wrong!” Riya rolled her eyes, and she crossed her arms in annoyance. “Would you just speak fucking English? It’s not that big of a deal, dipshit.” James squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head in disbelief, recalling his earlier conversation with Tom. His hands were becoming fists; he could’ve punched each of them there and then. Turning to walk away, he had final words for the three. “How about you translate this? Vai pro caralho!” The three stood in disbelief before Riya shrugged it off and went back to their table. Just as if nothing had happened at all. Gabby had speedwalked her way outside, nearly passing by Spencer, Logan and Diego. The young men had to call out to her to get Gabby’s attention; the three boys were fond of Gabby due to her being Tom’s best friend. When she tried enquiring about Tom’s whereabouts, Logan had explained that Tom had gone inside to meet up with someone. The young Polish woman then quickly explained that something had happened and that she needed to get going quickly. Before she could leave, a familiar, handsome face had seemingly come out from nowhere. It was James. “Let me help you find him, please. What they did was utterly fucked up.” The brown-haired girl started daggers at the Brazilian man after hearing his request; she bumped her shoulder into his side as she moved past him, shoving him out of the way. “Oh, fuck off; you’re part of the problem!”

[drdemonprince]

A bit late to the party and a tad bit longer than planned(sorry), but I dream of programming my own living sex toy.

We would be roommates, my flat (that's the most unrealistic thing about the scenario right here lol) that I rent very cheap near a college so I can pick the hottest person applying, ideally a new student so no family or friends here. Once they move in I slowly start manipulating them. Playing hypno audios when they sleep, putting light aphrodisiacs in their food, gaslighting them on progressively bigger things to get them relying on me more and more.

I want to pretend to be their friend and have long talks where I slowly convince them that their family is abusive and they should cut contact. It would be easy considering I am already blasting them on many other fronts and at that point they would be too stressed trying to keep up with college, while becoming too dumb and horny to offer much resistance. I hope they do though just so I can stop the argument via hypnotically dropping them and leaving them more untethered and confused than before. I actually want them to freak out while we fuck so I can stop, keep my cock in them and see how the ,by then intense, programming slowly pulls them under again and they start rocking into it. Actively see the fight disappear.

Once it is in deep the actual toy part begins. I want to programm certain settings into it so via simple triggers I can have it switch between modes. Sometimes I would want an actual doll, no ability to move themselves, sometimes a puppy desperate to be filled, maybe even allow it some higher function back so I can have it work when I don't need it.

The power of having someone utterly under my control is the obvious kink here but far hotter to me would be the knowledge that it was involuntary and that I programmed it. The ensuing sex isn't the main focus. I would want the toy to respond like it's enjoyable, seeing it in pain sparks no joy, the hotness comes from knowing it only enjoys it because I programmed it like that.

That's why I want to be able to sometimes "reset" it only to pull it down again. That moment in it's eyes when it glides into trance would be the hottest thing ever. I would always want it to feel pleasure, the catch being that the pleasure wouldn't be there without my programming. Also the thought of a hypersensitive toy coming simply from pleasuring me or me telling it to come is hot.

This is also why I won't look for a CNC partner for now. Having an actual human involved that could resist and judge takes away a lot of the appeal. My main source of shame isn't wanting to corrupt, it's wanting to have an actual human following my every command and order instead of having a partner I share equal responsibility with and of whom I take care when they need it (instead of putting a dildo in them and storing them away when useful). That said I actually want that equal living together too, I would just not have sex with that person, because vanilla sex holds no appeal to me and I actually do care about consent IRL.

Sadly I have a hard time finding good hentai or comics where the main focus is the corruption itself not the fucking afterwards but I make do.

Anyways, thanks for letting us share these things. Some of the other asks that were sent in were incredibly hot and it was nice actually writing my fantasies down for the first time and claiming them as mine, not just a fic I wrote as a prompt.

ANON YOU ARE KILLING ME THIS IS THE HOTTEST SHIT EVER. this is one of my top fantasies. and largely what some of my favorite hypno erotica that i've written is about. i wanna live this scenario for real. this is why i'm saving for an early retirement dog. so i can be someone's brainwashed live in hole. hit me up when you are emotionally prepared to be a 24/7 sadistic owner for real

okay. im gonna compose myself. thank you for sharing. but seriously call me

[the-enzyme]

My MYou Bettina male, mature tiny BJD, with his new eye mods! I had to redo those sooner than I had hoped, because I learned that the plastic putty is not a permanent solution for modding tiny heads, sadly for me. I got a new batch of Aves Apoxie Sculpt, so I want to use as much of it as I can, before it gets too old to work with. Hopefully, I will remember to put it in the freezer this time, before it does go beyond saving. DX

I am supper happy with how these mods turned out. I still could have smoothed out a lot of the shape as a whole, particularly at the corners of either side of both eyes. However, working on tiny heads, even with opened eyes, that are much larger than true 1:6 scale action figures. Is still a huge pain in the lower back! I love this tiny dude regardless; I love him so much more each time I work on him some more! I look forward to completing something else, based on Ken Kaneki for him, since he is my fan-art doll based on him. I just want to keep on taking photos of him, even in crappy clothes, or no clothes! Lol! I find him incredibly beautiful, even with my crap-fest of a repaint job and mods! (:

I took a whole bunch of equally crappy photos, because I am super in-love with this tiny doll! I already loved him enough to purchase him, but now I am over the moon! I know I love narrower eye shapes the best, but I kind of thought Bettina already had narrower eyes. I am still wondering if I should have gone with Alan, despite me loving Bettina's mouth shape better.... >___<;;; Not regretting going with Bettina, just wondering. n_n;;

He's wearing the same top I can't recall who I made it for, but I feel it was for my MH Invisi Billy custom. It's a great fit on him, and I quite like it. He's also wearing the five wigs I've made for him so far, and I'll probably need to try to make yet another one, that's more anime-accurate. Try, is the keyword.

[fishklok]

whatever i'm drunk, so here's my mtl gender hcs:

nathan: cis guy, but hasn't thought about it that much tbf. mostly he/him, but okay with they/them or it/is in some contexts, especially when it makes him sound cooler

pickles: trans guy (it's a very important hc to me -- first popular transmasc hc in any fandom that didn't make me uncomfortable with the portrayals lol). he/him

skwisgaar: doesn't fuck with labels that much. people could say "so you're nonbinary?" or "so you're a gnc man?" or "so you're agender?" etc and he'll just be like "ja" to all of them. regardless of label, he's still gonna bone your mom. he/they mostly.

murderface: cis guy, but has thought about it a lot more than he's comfortable disclosing. maybe there's something about his need to protect his masculinity. maybe his need to draw attention to his own genitalia is his way of protecting himself from any doubts lingering in his mind. but that would mean he's thinking about it too much and he can't have that. lots of overlap with his sexuality issues as well. he/him.

toki: cis guy who has thought a lot about it, but came back to the conclusion that he's cis. however, this only made him more comfortable being gnc. i mostly like this because he's like the opposite of murderface in that regard and i imagine that would piss him off lol. i like them being gender foils. toki has what murderface wants, but can never let himself have out of fear of what it may unlock within him instead. no pronoun preference.

charles: cis guy. i have nothing else. navigating his sexuality is all the gender-related turmoil he can handle at the moment. he/him

magnus: cis guy, but on the topic of gender his reaction would probably be something like "yeah i would have fucked with he/they if i knew about that in my 20s, but i'm an old man now" and then he sighs sadly. he/him

melmord: i don't even know if i should put "cis" before guy. who even knows anymore. i don't even know if he uses labels. his gender is whatever gender it takes to close this deal. i did draw him post-phallo tho, but idk what his exact identity would be. he/him or they/them.

blues devil: agender (if you have to apply a label). i already wrote a lot about how their gender works since they're basically a manifestation of a piece of musical folklore. they/he

salacia: similar situation to the blues devil, but cool ranch flavor instead of nacho cheese