#shark hypno

[cocoamilka]

swirly sqrk

[spineless-lobster]

I like to think that if poseidon had a chthonic companion it would just be a blahaj

[theblueshark]

honestly a full body shark blanket was a great idea and it still is, it’s gotten me through a rough stomach virus and eczema flare ups, but it WILL put you to sleep and it won’t let you go, no matter how hard you try to awake up it’s not happening

[lydiasfalling]

SUNSHINE , TEMPTRESS

percy jackson x apollo!reader

➸✧˖*°࿐ taglist : open!

˗ˋˏ warnings : none! pure fluff ˎˊ-

‧₊˚✧ lydia’s yap fest ! ✧˚₊‧

AHHHH first post!! i hope yall like this cute little fluffy one-shot cause i had a fun time writing it. recs are open!!

while you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, something about sleeping in percy’s bed made naps better. the warmth of his skin as he pressed into you was a feeling that would never get old. there you laid, basking in the sunlight that filter in through the window. you were tangled in percy’s sheets and blankets. he had white sheets, with little sharks printed on the fabric, and a light blue duvet. you could feel him shift in the space next to you, gripping your waist and pulling you further into him.

he let out a gentle huff that tickled the skin of your shoulder. judging by the way the sun sat in the sky, you two had napped until around five pm. carefully, you began to shuffle out of his tight embrace.

“Mmm—where ya’ going, angel?” percy grumbled, voice clearly gone due to his slumber.

“to paint. you look so pretty. couldn’t help it.” you shrugged sheepishly, sitting down at your easel. percy had taken it upon himself to get painting supplies in his cabin because he didn’t want you to leave, which benefited both of you.

“your paints will be there later. . . !” he drew out the final syllable in the last word. you giggled at his annoyance, dismissing his protests to you painting.

you picked up your paint pallet, getting a base color on the entirety of the ivory canvas. as your brush danced across the surface, you answered percy. “chill out, water boy. i’m right here. just wanna start this before i lose the idea.”

“what’s the idea?” he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and leaning back on his hands. he looked at you with such an intense gaze, eyes focused on the movements of your hands as they guided the brush.

your eyes connected, “the ocean. it’s gonna be for you.”

“you know what would be even lovelier for me? you coming back to bed. miss you.” he flopped back down, gesturing for you to take back your place next to him.

“give me one minute. just to finish the base color.” you continued, covering the final place on the canvas before getting up to rejoin him. he noticed your movements towards him, getting comfortable in the bed once again. you laid back down next to him, head resting on his chest while he traced shapes on you back. “you’re so clingy.”

“mhm. only for you, sunshine.” he closed his eyes as his breathing became even once again. soon after him, you succumbed to the hypnos’ realm.

safe to say, chiron was not happy about you two skipping dinner for the third night in a row.

taglist : @dancingwithourhandsuntied @laufeysvalentine

my masterlist

[monosminecraftmania]

It started with a fish

how did it end up like this-

Bdubs - Pleco/leafsheep  ::  Cub - Dumbo Octopus  ::  Doc - Sea dragon  ::  Etho - Eel  ::  False - Swordfish ::  Gem - Rainbow Trout ::  Grian - Flying Fish  ::  Hypno - Tiger shark  ::  Impulse - Orca  ::  Iskall - Tetrafish  ::  Jevin - Jellyfish ::  Joe - Remora ::  Keralis - Octopus  ::  Mumbo - Catfish ::  Pearl - Short Beak common Dolphin ::  Ren - Dogfish ::  Scar - Manta Ray ::  Stress - Pink Betta  ::  Tango - Red Lionfish  ::  TFC - Anglerfish  ::  Beef - Bull trout  ::  Wels - Sturgeon  ::  Xb - Guardian  ::  Xisuma - Hermit Crab  ::  Zed - Clownfish ::  Cleo - Zebrashark

*drawn sizes are not to scale

long story short someone (@kitsunespawz) mentioned fish-ificating hermits in discord right after i woke up and all of my neurons fired at once. and ive now spent all day drawing all the hermits as mermaids.

i. fucking love fish. i apologize for nothing except for the above mentioned who i stole this idea from. im very sorry.

full canvas down here. colored and uncolored

[sheepfish03]

around the end of 2023 (yes you read that right) I was messing around with some ideas for a hermitcraft mermaid au, I never posted that particular art but I really miss drawing them so I did just that.

Wels is a seahorse, Hels is a leafy seadragon, Jevin is a jellyfish, Hypno is a great white shark and evil X is an octopus (I haven't decided on a specific one yet)

old art under the read more (contains shipping)

I also did some experimenting???? with these way back when and tbh I do like the vibes. (the "stickers" were free clip studio assets I found)

[raediggitydog]

Hypno Bankshot is known as a pool shark in the world of competitive pool. Too bad he’s never played a living soul

[chloessleepystories]

Rabbit Hole

Based on a true story

Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.

Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to… She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.

Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers… how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted… But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted… to get drawn in…

She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.

“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts…” Miss Thompson was saying.

Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.

The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ… 

She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted… like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer. 

Or been conditioned, came a whisper. 

Been brainwashed. 

Cuntwashed.

Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy…

BUZZ. 

Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going…

This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words the way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one… oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny… making her a mindnumbed cockslave…

She tapped the little pencil symbol to make a public post.

“You guys are making me so horny!!!” she typed.

I’m supposed to be paying attention to the teacher right now but my tumblr feed is full of porn and 3 of you fuckers are having hot conversations with me trying to make me horny and IT’S FUCKING WORKING I’m sure my neighbors can smell me I’m so turned on I can feel how drippy I am goddammit I need to stroke I’m not gonna make it

That was a mistake, of course. As she knew it would be. The sharks smelled blood in the water, and circled.

“Just keep watching little slave. Soon you’ll be my little cock hungry whore”

“It’s just so nice to be able to turn off your brain for a while, ya know? Join me?”

“And when I say “horny bunny” you’ll have a powerful urge…”

“Mmm damn what a view! Your nice tight pussy wrapped around my cock feels so damn good. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, bottoming out hitting your womb”

“…And then one day you wake up and you’re an empty headed pink bimbo, with no thoughts in your dumb bimbo head but getting bigger tits and pleasing your Mistress’s pussy…”

Another public post:

Ogod now ur all piling on cumming our of the woodwork why csnt i turn off this app why do i keep lookin im not gonna make it im such a dumb hotny cow 

Sent.

And back to messaging, the words pummeling her brain –

Blank. Obedient. Responsive. Counting from 10. Letting your mind slide away. Relaxed. Empty. No thoughts. 8. Letting go….

Then, even before she could register the shadow over her desk, a hand snatched the phone from her fingers.

“You know the rules about phones in my class, Zoe,” said Miss Thompson. Zoe made a choked whimper, her fingers mindlessly twitching after the phone.

“You can get it back later. If you’re good.”

If you’re good. If you’re a good girl. Good girls obey.

Zoe whimpered again, as Miss Thompson walked away. She was going to have to sprint to the ladies’ room when class was over. The phone would have to wait. Her clit was throbbing… and she needed to obey.

*****

Later, after everyone had filed out, Miss Thompson carefully and (BUZZ) meticulously wiped clean the blackboard. She liked the board to be as neat (BUZZ) and tidy as her desk.

(BUZZ)

What on earth was – Oh. Right. That girl’s phone was still on the desk. Vibrating away, for some unknown reason.

She sat down and picked it up, turning it on. Silly child didn’t seem to have a lock on the –

A rainbow of porn leapt out of the screen and slapped Miss Thompson about the face.

Cocks going into young women’s mouths. A girl’s tongue on a pussy. “Zoe, are you still there?” Breasts, so many breasts. “Zoe, girl, look how hard you made me…” A maelstrom of dark and light flesh that she couldn’t make sense of for a moment, until she saw the caption “gangbanged fuckslut made airtight with BBC”… which, to be frank, didn’t ENTIRELY explain the picture to Miss Thompson, but it let her figure out what some of the shapes were…

Horrified, repulsed, Miss Thompson started scrolling. And couldn’t stop scrolling. Stories of incest and bondage. Lewd photos and gifs, scenes of decadence and degradation. She shook her head, her mouth open, but she couldn’t stop…

And the hypnosis. Over and over in the girl’s feed, the hypnosis! Glassy eyed girls with drooping mouths, baring their breasts… Women with spirals in their eyes, and cocks in their mouths… Flashing gifs with pictures and words, too fast to follow, telling her how she should be, how she must be, how she knew she already was, if she would just admit it to herself… Inductions, and fantasies, and more spirals, and submissive, drooling women, eager to serve cock, to serve pussy, to become slaves to their own needy cunts…

Miss Thompson hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. She hadn’t noticed how wet her own cunt was, until she found herself dipping in a finger… She bucked against her hand, but didn’t stop stroking… just kept scrolling… 

Someone calling himself Master of Mystery – except with some of the letters replaced by numbers – BUZZed into a private message. “Getting pretty horny, Zoe? Pretty needy and desperate?”

“No,” she found herself typing. “I mean, no, I’m – I’m not… No.”

“Oh, you certainly sounded pretty desperate to me. You sounded like a little slut who needed permission to cum… A naughty fucktoy who can’t stop touching her princess parts even though she’s not supposed to…”

Miss Thompson bit her lip and with an effort pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not Zoe. I am Miss Thompson, her teacher,” she typed.

She tried to pull herself together.

“And you should keep a civil tongue in your head, young man.”

“Ohhh! Naughty, naughty, teacher… Are you looking through a confiscated phone? And getting TURNED ON by someone else’s Tumblr porn? You are, aren’t you… Go ahead, you can admit it…”

“i” she typed and sent by mistake.

She cursed.

“I will do no such thing. I am… I am putting the phone down now.”

“No you’re not.”

She hesitated. He seemed so sure. She waited, panting.

“You won’t, because you would have already without saying anything. You would have before you got so horny scrolling through her feed.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Because you are horny, aren’t you? All pent-up, tied up in knots…”

“Yes, yes, I am, OK, but there’s nothing wrong with that”

“No, not at all. Tell you what. You seem tense. Let me help you relax. Can we do that?”

“Um”

“Just focus on your shoulders for a second. Feel how tight they are? Tighten them up even more, just for a second. Take a deep breath in. And then let it out, and as you do, feel all the tension go out of your shoulders…”

“what”

“Sshh shh you don’t have to say anything just listen. I’m going to count, and with each number you’re going to release a little tension, and it’s going to turn into warmth… warmth spreading through your body… 

“And then maybe we’ll look at a spiral together for a while… You’ll like that…”

*****

Zoe was feeling SO much better – though her legs were still a little wobbly – as she walked toward the classroom door. She couldn’t believe she’d left her phone behind! She hoped she could get it back quietly, without much fuss. There didn’t seem to be a class in there now. Maybe she could just slip in and grab it?

She eased the door open gently… and then almost dropped her backpack in surprise.

Miss Thompson was sprawled, nearly nude, in her wooden rolling chair! Her skirt was bunched around her middle, panties on the floor, white blouse and bra tangled on her desk. Most surprising of all, one hand was operating Zoe’s phone, and the other hand was operating Miss Thompson’s bushy cunt!

She stepped closer, sliding the backpack gently to the floor. The teacher’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy… and sure enough, Zoe could see a spiral on the glowing screen. She tiptoed close enough to read over her shoulder.

You want to watch

To let the spiral suck you in

To let my spiral suck away all resistance

You want to become mindless for me, because it feels so good to stop thinking

Each word you read will bring you pleasure, and each second you spend watching will make you sink deeper and deeper, until you can’t help but obey…

She reached around her teacher’s body, and cupped both breasts at once.

Miss Thompson gasped, and then relaxed with a moan as Zoe began kneading her nipples.

“How are you doing, miss?” she whispered.

“Can’t… Can’t cum. Need to… but don’t… don’t have permission…”

“Mmmm.” Zoe tweaked her nipples, massaging her surprisingly full and warm tits. “I know it’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to it. I’ve been sliding into this rabbit hole a bit at a time for months, so I’ve built up a liiiittle bit of an immunity.” Partially true, anyway. “But my feed and my followers must have hit you like a ton of bricks.” 

Zoe giggled to herself, as her teacher panted.

“Who are you talking to,” Zoe murmured.

“M-Master of Mystery,” Miss Thompson gasped, her back arching.

Ah yes, thought Zoe. Also known as Kevin.

“Tell him I’m here. And ask him what I should do to you.”

“Master…” Miss Thompson typed, and after a moment, responded.

“He says to get on your knees and lick my s-slutty, juicy c… cunt.”

Zoe smiled. “That’s what I was hoping he was going to say,” she murmured as she knelt.

After all, she thought. Good girls obey.

[hihimihwa]

OMORI in PJO

Omori characters as demigods with very complicated family drama for some reason

Let's start happy- Kel and Hero are both sons of Apollo with different mortal parents who... married each other. So like the they're step siblings in the mortal side but also siblings in the Godly side 😭 Their Mama, with Aphrodite's gift passed down, fell in love with Apollo first, giving birth to Hero. Papa got mad for a bit but he also fell in love with Apollo and brought Kel. Orrr they met after getting kids, and became a couple as exes of Apollo, but I thought the former was funnier.

Kel, child of Apollo, Legacy of Hephaestus

Has the gift of Archery, but he mostly uses his perfect aim for basketball. Pretty fast and athletic. Curses rhyming couplets speech on others for pranks hehehe

Really likes music(ref: his jukebox in his room) but doesn't sing or play instruments much. Or well, he doesn't sing the lyrics- he keeps forgetting them lol

Can't heal, but his fast recovery(slightly more than average demigods) makes up for the random injuries he keeps getting running around

This applies to Hero too but they can't lie. They might get better in the future but rn, everyone's alive timeline, they suck at lying(ref: the poker game photos)

I actually added the Hephaestus thing last minute. It's pretty far down the family tree, so the only thing he inherited was speaking to machines(ref: the rock hector) no Kel, the messiness wasn't passed down, stop blaming your great great grandfather.

Hero, child of Apollo, legacy of Aphrodite

Their mother is from a legacy of Aphrodite, so not only did he get Apollo's gift of healing from his fatherly side, he also got Charmspeak from his motherly side.

Since he's naturally good at music, he learnt that one piano piece from Mari very quickly. I have a headcanon that he can't sing but like it's a headcanon so you can ignore that if you want.

Unlike his lil brother and other demigod half siblings, he does NOT have any athletic abilities. Man will run for barely a minute and can't go on any longer. He sticks to healing ppl.

The one time he's actively trying to (nonserious)charm someone, Mari seems sooo unaffected lolol

Next- Sunny and Mari. Mari is a daughter of a mortal mother and demigod father of Poseidon.

Later on, though, Mommy fell in love with Hypnos(God of sleep) which was the beginning of Father's dislike for Sunny.

Sunny, child of Hypnos

Demigod powers were kept a secret from the kids bec that'd be admitting Mommy cheated. Sunny always had conscious and vivid dreams, thinking it was normal.

Later on, him and Mari are taught by Hecate bec of their good visualisation and memory, though Sunny used it for fun and battle while Mari only manipulated the mist to keep up her good student record at school. Ok wait shoot this supposed to be abt Sunny.

Uhhh when their demigod sides were revealed, Sunny used his power to manipulate his friends' dreams when they come to him for nightmares (ex: Aubrey, Basil.)

Mari, legacy of Poseidon

Ok yall are gonna be like "why didn't you make Mari child of Apollo instead of Kel and Hero" ok it's because she'd been more sporty before she started learning piano (i think?? Ok maybe that was more fanon than canon) but her piano skills had to be learned.

Her knee was bad for a while and bec of that she avoided swimming. That time Sunny was drowning, however, Mari didn't care and just jumped in to save him. Looky here, her knee healed up! Should've gone swimming sooner.

Can't control the water, can't stay dry, can't speak to animals, but they all like her so she'll never die of tsunamis and sharks. Can't drown either, but it still isn't a good idea to stay underwater for too long..

Actually no she can control a tiny sprinkle of water, just enough to make Iris messages or cause distractions. Or scare monsters into thinking she has more powers from Poseidon.

Aubrey, child of Zeus

Please don't just think I'm gonns make her like Thalia. I mean her mom's messed up too and they got the cool aesthetic and. Um. Sighs.

Latched onto Mari immediately bec of the Big Three Godly power attracting monsters. She's more powerful than her, being a direct daughter of Zeus, but respects her a lot ++

Can fly but she'd rather ride her motorbike. Bec of this, people thought she's a kid of Ares. The war god does wish she was his kid, but alas, he cannot adopt.

Hera hates her the most. The feeling is mutal.

Gives tiny shocks to Kel when he's annoying her. He always thought she was being too harsh on him, until he saw what she does to the real enemies. It's very dangerous to be in her vicinity when she's mad.

Basil, child of Dionysus

Thought he was a child of Demeter? So did he. IM SORRY DJWNDNSAHAHAH I thought it'd be hilarious. This isn't plot convenient, it's joke convenient.

""Basil.. My daughter- I mean, your mother died when you were so young.. Please forgive me for letting this happen.." Grandma held his hand sorrowfully.

"It's okay, I understand," Basil smiled kindly, all the while thinking his mom was a lesbian who fell in love with Demeter.

Has pretty powerful vine control. He only used his powers for battle and never for his planting hobby, so he didn't realise that his powers were limited to grapevines.

Besties with Aubrey, especially when she told him her home situation. Made all her mother's alcohol taste bad. Hates Hera along with her and calls her granny.

Extras:

Kim and Vance are children of Hermes. It's the catalyst for their mortal parents' divorce

Angel is a child of Ares. Again, I thought it was funny 👉👈 his sister(Artist) is completely mortal but can see through the mist, even ones made by other half-bloods

Charlene and her siblings are children of Hades. Doesn't she have 5 siblings? Hades what the heck.

Mikhael, Daphne, and Bowen are children of Athena. I did this for Mikhael's journey throughout the game, trying to find another talent to separate himself from his family. Absolutely hates his cap of invisibility.

Cris is a child of Poseidon, very cool and lowkey. Actually the one to tell him *not* to claim her bec swimming had been her favourite thing until she spiraled wondering if it was because she was a child of the sea god or if it was really her. :)

Mincy is a child of Demeter! :D she likes to use her powers to make places look prettier(ex:playground) and practice flower drawings.. and when she's on the art grind, she just summons a fruit to eat rq and continue. Gotta be careful, if she overworks herself, she gets artblock until the next spring.

Polly, all hail Polly, I heard ppl theorize that Sally from pjo was a daughter of Aphrodite so I'm gonna do that with her. Polly's a daughter of Aphrodite. Ofc she is.

[ihatenotreading]

PART 3 🗣🗣🗣🗣

🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛

"Do I have to stay here?" Nico asked his doctor. "YES!, you need the rest Di angelo"

Nico wasn't sure why, but he felt a need for the sunshiny blonde to call him Nico. And that was weird only his friends like the 7 and reyna could.

He saw Will walk away talking to Max, a fellow Athena son apparently training to be a medic and a weird feeling bubbled through him. It felt weird. Almost like … jealousy? No that couldn't be it, definitely not.

He looked around and saw lots of injured campers sleeping. Tired, he decided to do the same and quickly fell in the arms of Hypnos.

                              ☆☆☆

(TWT: overdoing/working)

Will walked from injured camper to injured camper. Unsure who was who and what treatment they needed. Proof he gave the somnifer that Mia, a demeter daughter, needed to Mike, a child of nemesis. Luckily, Max helped him with Harley, the son of hepheatus, who clearly had a nack for getting injured while building.

"Will, Max said, I think you should get a rest"

"No Max, I can do this. I need to do this."

"Will! Youv'e been healing people since this morning. You haven't even had breakfast!"

"I'll take it later, I still need to go treat drew, nora, taylor, katie and travis!"

"Will, stop or I'm calling kayla, and we both know she'll force you to stop, so either you do my way, sleep a little and continue or kayla's way, banned from the infirmary"

Will's face crumbled, as if imaging the thought of being banned from the place. Max thought he was going to start shouting in that deep texan accent that he used when he was angry or stressed.

"Fine,fine I'll sleep but only for 1 hour no more" he sighed defeated

Max smiled slightly,"Of you go then, you sleep-deprived doctor"

Will grumbled and walked away to the private infirmary room, hopefully to sleep.

Max sighed, and then took off to talk to Kayla.

A/N 💜💚💜 so I thought about it and decided to only make Will have a texan accent when hes stressed/angry. Got this inspiration by a post by @star-dust-shark on tumblr!

@apjofan @lylakylie609 @your-local-depressed-fangirl @lemedstudent2021 @moth-in-the-lake @wordsofwizdumb @kendalltheaceicon @randomactsofweirdnesslol @biggestqiblifian @boobersandstuff @goblinofpeacelol @aurantiumred

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heyyy hope you are doing well!! Can i request a Leo Valdez x reader where reader is a child of hypnos plss :))

Oreos and Olaf---Leo V x Child of Hypnos reader

You turn the fairy lights on and pull the blanket to the side as the kettle starts to whistle from the little bench in the corner of the cabin. Once the water bottle [it had care bears on it] was filled and hidden in the pile of blankets you’d made, you had to wait.

»»————-　★　————-««

The fort was small and a bit squishy inside, but that made it all the more cozy, really. Not that the rest of cabin 15 wasn’t cozy, the beds were more like bean bags than bunk beds,  couches, annotated books, pot plants, and nintendo switches covered every possible surface that wasn’t already filled with small flickering candles. 

There were a few spare beds in the corner, with silk sheets and empty of the teddies, for demigods that were not born of dreams and nightmares that were still plagued by flashbacks in their sleep. The beds were usually full, especially during the summer months, when more demigods at Camp Half-Blood meant more monsters, which only stirred memories that had previously been hidden. 

“Did you take the last of the oreos?” Quill asked, peering into the pantry, which was full of biscuits and tea bags. Quill was your sister, her name was short for Tranquility, but it was a mouthful to pronounce, and they liked guardians of the galaxy. 

You glance to where the packet of cookies and cream flavored biscuits were nestled between the zebra squishmellow and the portable DVD player. “Maybe…”

“Really?” She complained, her shark slippers squeaking on the light brown floorboards as she trudged over to Clovis’s bed. Then they pulled the mattress up and grabbed the packet of fantails Clovis had hidden away. 

“...They’re Leo’s favorite.”

Quill tossed a fantail over to you and stuck their hand in the bag again, fishing out more of the lollies. “Simp.”

You stuck your tongue out at them, screwing up your nose and turning the heater off. Snuggling in a fort of pillows wasn’t fun if you were hot, being cold was the best way to get comfy. Quill slipped their shoes on, leaving the sharks by the door as she opened the door. A gust of wind and snowflakes blew into the doorway, leaving a pile of soft fluffy whiteness inside. 

Winter was awful, for the campers who had things to do outside. For you and your siblings, on the other hand, it was great. Hot showers wouldn’t overheat you instantly, tea and hot chocolate were just better to drink in general, and the nights were longer. The only downside was the flu that would submerge camp in tissues and snot.

“Why are you going out?”

“I don’t wanna listen to you two making out for the rest of the night,” Quill teased, shrugging on their baseball jacket and sending you a peace sign. “I’mma go chill with Austin.” 

“Be back by curfew!”

There was muttering outside, a loud barky laugh [definitely Quill], and then the door swung back open, and Jake Mason stuck his head through with a grin. “Hiya!”

“Jake, you look- oh.”

He shuffled through, a cast on his right arm and a crutch in the other to help with the moon boot on his foot. Of course, why had you expected any differently? He put on a fake deep voice. “We have the package, I repeat, we have the package.”

“Why are you so dramatic?” Nyssa huffed, and came in, leaving muddy snow footprints through the cabin as she held Leo over her shoulders like she was a firefighter. “Where do you want him?”

You blinked a few times. To be fair Leo was pretty light, but holy Hades, Nyssa must be buff underneath her hoodie. Then you folded back the part of the blanket acting as a door, for her to drop the squirming boy in. “He’s resisting?”

“I have stuff to do! The prototype isn’t finished and-”

“What did you expect,” Nyssa grumbled, and dumped him on the pile of pillows, smoothing down her jagged brown mullet and stepping back. 

Leo took a moment to right himself, fluffy hair askew and a vague look on his face. He scrunched his nose and then turned away quickly and sneezed. A burst of flames shot from his face and he fell back with a sniffle, wiping his nose. “I’m not sick!” 

“Bro, you just sneezed flames, take a night off.” Jake chuckled, and Nyssa helped him adjust his crutch. The pair left with a wave and a promise to handcuff Leo down if he tried to climb through the window back to Bunker 9. 

“This is betrayal, amor dormido, and I will never forgive you,” Leo sniffed haughtily, untying the laces on his boots. You pulled off his snow covered army jacket, the nuts and bolts in the pockets clinking as you discarded it. 

“I have oreos, and the 10 Things I Hate About You DVD,” you prompt, pulling the makeshift curtain down as he wiggled into the blanket and pillow fort. 

He visibly brightened, even though his eyes were lidded and red. Leo wiped his face with the sleeves of his hoodie and moved closer, snuggling into the mound of pillows and Squismellows. He peeked up, “maybe a few kisses and I'll forgive you?” 

You smooth his messy hair back off his forehead and press your lips to it. His scarred skin was colder than normal, like a fever in reverse. He grumbled, tucking his legs over yours and sinking further down. You cupped his jaw and gave him a kiss on the cheek, reaching over him and pulling the hot water bottle over to his lap, which he hugged immediately, a loopy grin on his wilting face. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him once more, on the nose this time, and start the little DVD player, the intro playing out as Leo curled into you, head tucked into the crook of your neck. 

                                          »»————-　★　————-««

As you twisted oreos open and ate the cream inside, then the dark biscuits around them, Leo snored softly. There was a montage of a very obviously lesbian underground club on screen, as Patrick wandered around. 

You finish the cookie, pulling the blanket further up over the two of you and snuggling down, Leo’s curly hair tickling your chin. He moved a little, sneezing in his sleep, and then blinked up at you with hazy brown eyes. “Mornin’.”

You didn’t bother to correct him, that he’d actually only been dozing for an hour, and instead you kissed his nose again. He smiled, hiding in the pillows. 

“You’re a dork,” you mutter, and turn back to the screen running, your fingertips up and down his back, your fingers tracing the strap of his binder. 

He nodded happily, and blinked at the movie, his blank stare turning to a small frown. You didn’t notice until he was glaring at the footy team running back and forth on the grass. “Does it bother you?”

“Hm?”

Leo shifted, drawing his arms back into himself a little. “Does it bother you that I’m not, you know, like them…”

“Sweaty, loud, and probably a dickhead?”

He smiled but it was strained. Maybe the cold was muddling his brain, but usually he wasn’t worried about this sort of stuff, you’d reassured him so many times that he wasn’t perfect, but that was okay, it really was. Still, this happened, he’d get too lost in his thoughts and end up breaking. 

“I love you Leo, even if you aren’t super strong. You have an incredible mind and you like the orange and yellow starbursts, so I get all the good ones, and, and you aren’t scared to tell me things like this. And I love that you don’t have a deep voice and I'd love you if you did. And I love you even if you admit that you accidentally burnt all of the camomile tea bags. I love you.”

“I didn’t burn the tea bags,” he grumbled with a smile, pressing himself closer to you in all the ways he could. 

“Sure you didn’t.”

“It was… It was Clovis, I saw him.”

“Clovis isn’t allowed matches anymore.”

“Fuck.”

                                      »»————-　★　————-««

“Amor dormido?” 

You let out a violent groan and roll over, blankets swaddling you and making the cocoon of wool and cotton even tighter. It was comfy and warm and perfect, the smell of vanilla candles, oreos, and sawdust. 

A squishmellow, probably the purple axolotl, became your pillow as your own was yanked from beneath you with a, “love, you’re gonna have to get up, come on.”

You had two options at this point, stay in bed for another five dragged out minutes of groaning and moaning, or sit up and hiss like a Fury or a Drakon at your boyfriend until he left you alone to trudge around and make a hot chocolate. You smirked into your bundle of blankets for a moment. 

“Nyssa is gonna kill me if I don’t show up to the workshop, but I want a goodbye kiss.” Leo mumbled, shaking your shoulder a little less gently this time, but still with soft and calloused hands. 

You gave him a moment of false safety, and then leapt up with a screech, hands clawed, “you adorable piece of fucking shit I’ll slit your pretty throat-”

“Oh no,” Leo giggled, falling back onto the empty Oreo packet with a grin on his face. You were between his legs with a glare, arms around his middle and head on his shoulder as you tickled him with sharp fingers. “You’re killing me!”

He sighed, and you felt arms around you tightly. Then he rolled with a villainous cackle, out onto the floorboards, your fort falling to pieces once a blanket was pulled out from underneath. Teddies fell in every direction while Leo let out a high pitched squeal, like he wasn’t the cause of the chaos. 

“You’re evil!”

“But I have a pretty throat, don’t I?” Leo smirked, and then his face dropped when there was a thud on the other side of the cabin. 

Quill stood by the kettle in her shark slippers, a cup of tea in their hand and a glare on their face. You felt a giggle creep up as your cheeks turned hot, but you hid it. The pair of you were already in an awkward enough position, you laying across a red Leo who was scared for his life. 

“Out.”

»»————-　★　————-««

You pull your ugg boots on and hide the palms of your hands in your green fingerless gloves, then shoving them in your trench coat pockets to protect yourself from the cold outside. After finishing your hot chocolate [which had rainbow sprinkles on the top], you were finally ready for battle.

‘Battle,’ meaning going outside, of course. 

The door creaked, and a fresh pile of white snow spilled onto the welcome mat. You yawned, and stepped out into fresh hell. 

“Gods, why does Chiron put us through this?” You mutter to yourself, and plod along outside, snowflakes crunching underfoot, and when you look behind you, there are little dips that were your footprints, already filling back up with snow. 

Once you pass the Iris cabin your destination was in sight, and then, of course, everything had to go wrong. Hermes, of course, the root of everyone's problems, was the cause. You had been absentmindedly plotting the death of Quill [How dare she kick Leo out?] when a snowball hit you fair and square in the back of your head. 

“You little pieces of- oh wow.”

Instead of Cecil’s wicked smile and an armful of ready made weapons, you were met with a eight foot tall yeti like snowman.

“Fuck,” you groan, and watch Connor come sprinting across the frosty grass, yelling orders at his younger siblings.                                                Cecil came out of his cabin, a sword in hand and a frustrated expression. You watch the crowd yelling as they’re pelted with increasingly sharp and dangerous stalagmites of frozen sludge. 

The yeti turned in a circle, blasting teenagers with its frozen breath, and landing another snowball on your knee, this time. Connor called something to an approaching pair of Hermes kids, who had a net in their hands. They threw it over the monster [who probably came from more of Lou Ellen's experiments, if you were being honest]. 

“Booya! Take that Frosty!”

You weren’t sure why they thought it would work, because their cheering was quickly extinguished when the pile of grass and dirt covered snow the yeti had just become, tumbled over itself repeatedly and appeared behind Cecil. 

“Ah, fucknuggets!” Cecil screeched, and swung his sword, which chopped the ice yeti straight in half, like a knife through butter. “Haha, yes!”

It only reappeared, and by that point you had your head in your hands. It seemed someone else in the crowd had the same thought. “No wonder you guys aren’t in the Athena cabin, you never learn!”

Then you realized that it was your someone, and grinned. 

“Let the super sized mcshizzle take care of Olaf,” Leo smirked, licking his lips and then cracking his knuckles, which quickly turned as red and fiery as coals themselves. He was wearing his toolbelt and a hoodie you quickly recognised as your own. 

Biting your lip, you turned to the snow themed yeti monster and snapped your fingers. It stared at you for a moment, then its stoney eyes slid off its face and landed with small thuds on the ground. It let out a low groan, and then slowly sunk into a puddle, as if Apollo himself was standing there. 

“Night night,” you mutter to the last remaining solid matter of the monster, and kick it. Then you trudged through the corpse over to your boyfriend, and rested your head on the top of his, closing your eyes. 

He was so warm, and his arms were already around your waist as you started to doze, eyelids heavy, and somehow you were warm in the frost air. 

“Woah.”

“You couldn’t have done that a minute ago, when I still had my dignity?” Cecil grumbled.  

[agirlandherkinks]

Control Variables: Part 1 (Hypno, Expansion)

[Ally's Notes: The hypno and expansion bits come in the next part, this ended up being way bigger than I expected so I split it up] [I'd describe as weird corporate science-experiment-soft-non-con with a fun latexy skinsuit involved :3]

"HINATA! Where the FUCK did you put the hydraulic pump?!?"

An indignant voice barged into your consciousness, waking you up.

You were... somewhere? You opened your eyes, but only blackness greeted you. Were you in bed? Some kind of weight was pulling down on your head, so you must be upright. A helmet? You felt so, so tired and relaxed and comfy, the kind of grogginess that comes from sleeping 11 hours in a row. A harried voice with a strong accent (Japan, maybe?) barked back, making you wince.

"Well maybe YOU shouldn't decide to rearrange the workshop half an hour before a subject intake Lucinda! I have a perfect organizational system, if you would just. Stop... messing with the natural order of things... please?"

The voice trailed off until it was almost inaudible, and you realized that your ears felt muffled by something. Maybe you had a headset on? But why would you go to sleep wearing one of those? You attempted to bring your hand up to feel what it was, but with a gasp of surprise, found that you were tied up. Panic began to pierce your sleep-addled mind as you struggled against your bonds, your two captors seemingly oblivious as they argued. Panting from exertion (and embarrassingly, slight arousal), you stopped and took stock of your situation.

You were being held upright, against some sort of cushioned plank. Cold metal cords snaked tightly around your wrists and ankles, holding you spreadeagled and helpless. You could feel the cool breeze of an air conditioner caress your chin, arms, and legs, bringing up goosebumps. Your torso was covered in a clingy material, maybe some kind of wet latex? Your throat felt ever so slightly constricted, as if a wide metal collar wrapped around it. And with a start of outrage and fear, you realized you could feel cold air brushing against your pussy, nipples, and the side of your waist. There were windows in those areas! Were you in some sort of sex dungeon?!? Desperation overrode your self-control as you began thrashing against your restraints, yelling out against the slim chance someone could hear.

"Oh shit, she's come out of it-" Lucinda yelped. "Hinata! Get your sorry ass to that computer, or I will fucking end your career when the yearly peer review comes round! Ok, ok. Ok. Actually. Hinata, this development may be to our advantage. Begin recording."

Silence reigned for a few seconds, then bright light filled your vision as someone pulled your headset off. Blinking in pain as your eyes adjusted, you began to take in the space around you. If it was a sex dungeon, it had to be the weirdest one you'd ever seen. Pipes, wrenches, bolts and wiring filled the space around you, half of them not even connected to the convoluted machinery that surrounded you. Swinging your head around revealed no exit door, but you took in a few important details. A tank of fluid with a few... hoses, attached? Some devices that looked an awful lot like sex toys sat on the table next to them. On the far side of the room a reedy, anxious-looking man stood furiously tapping at a terminal, looking half-swallowed by an oversized lab coat. And uncomfortably close to your face, an immaculately preened woman with golden-red hair, clinically dead eyes, and an inexplicable boob window in her own lab coat stood smiling. It was a wide smile, very toothy, obviously meant to be reassuring. It put you in mind of a shark.

"Oh my goodness dear, we didn't realize you had woken up!" Her voice was chirpy and sweet, completely at odds with the fire-breathing she displayed earlier. "I'm so sorry for the distress you must be feeling. You see, subjects here are normally kept unconscious for the full duration of testing."

"T-testing?" You stammered, mouth feeling dry.

"Oh, do you not remember coming here? Many subjects have the same experience when interviewed afterwards, so that shows your procedure is still going to plan." Was her smile even wider now? "My name is Lucinda, that... gentleman over there is Hinata, and this is an R&D lab of BrainBlender Industries."

"That freaky sex toy company?!" you blurted, feeling your cheeks flare with heat. You had volunteered to test sex products? With THIS company?!?

"Not just sex toys," Lucinda cheerfully replied, smile now threatening to escape the bounds of her face. She clearly knew about the wild rumors surrounding BrainBlender. "We also produce recreational gear, leisurewear, and technology at the absolute cutting-edge of communication, biology, and psychology. We employ the finest minds for our development teams, and are absolutely stringent in the safety protocols of our testing sessions. And do try to relax. I'm sure you at least remember how much you're being paid for this."

The protests bubbling in your throat died as a 5-digit figure flashed out of your memory. Who could turn that down?

"Exactly!" she crowed, reading the expression on your face.

"Hey, so uh, what was the t-test going to be?" You stammered with embarrassment as you asked the question, having looked down and seen how stiff your nipples really were in the open air. You did have to admit though, the strange one-piece you wore was quite fetching. The material was a shimmery rose-gold with rose-red highlights running along its seams. It clung to your waist, hips, and admittedly quite small breasts in a way that made you feel sexy even while spreadeagled in a lab. And the way those windows curved around your nipples, they seemed to form the outline of cute little hearts. If you still weren't so mortified at waking up in a corporate sex dungeon, you probably would have giggled.

"Sorry sweetie, but we're conducting blind trials here. We'll start getting you back under in a minute." The redhead's cooed, corporate smile now unsettlingly authentic in response to your discomfort. "You see, we have to test your body's response to stimuli under completely controlled conditions. Otherwise, your expectations might change the way you process the input you're going receive."

"And speaking of input..." Lucinda produced a small device from her pocket, briefly holding it up to the light for inspection. Some sort of key? She began to dictate, completely ignoring your apprehension as she brought it towards your neck. "Test B279, new variation Delta. Variables of initial subject lucidity and individuality now left uncontrolled, to explore the effects of pleasure and conditioning on subject psyche in greater detail." You tried to shy back, but she continued inexorably forward, dictating over the top of your protests. One hand held the collar of your suit, and she began to sliiide the device into an opening within it. "First element of the conversion process: Initiated."

"Wait no no no n-" Click.

You gasped in euphoria as near-orgasmic levels of pleasure began coursing through your body, pulsing outwards from your neck to the rest of your torso. Biting your lip and arching your back, you couldn't decide whether to moan, giggle, or cry. Every inch of skin that touched your outfit blazed with pleasure, as if it was making your whole torse just as sensitive as your G-spot. Your self-restraint began to crumble as you started instinctively humping and twisting in place. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but all you could do was slide your ass and back against the plank. It felt gooooood.

"As planned and... visibly evident, the inserted module is circulating dopamine and oxytocin throughout the membrane of the pleasure-suit. The hormones are then transferred into the subject via contact with the skin." Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Lucinda circle behind you. "What is interesting is that this process appears to be causing the subject's skin to act as a primary erogenous zone. Note the elicited moans whenever it makes contact with the support plank."

She moved back to your side, and you heard the sound of a rubber glove being stretched over a hand. "Hypothesis 1: Sexual sensitivity increases exponentially with the skin's proximity to the suit." A firm hand gripped your ankle, and you whined in frustration as the plank moved away, leaving you held in the air. "Observe how the subject seems to attain no relief from contact with skin in its extremities. But here..." The hand crept up to your shin, and you shivered. "Subject's reaction is in line with a typical response to contact with the inner thigh. And speaking of-" Lucinda's musings were cut off by your moan as she squeezed your thigh. "Similar response to a tug of the nipple in an average female-" She cut off with a yelp as your hips unconsciously ground against her face. The brief contact made you moan even harder, feeling like someone had turned up a vibrator inside of you. "Subject rapidly losing composure, on the verge of a first orgasm. Two more samples required." And without warning, she slapped your ass.

Your vision went white as you screamed in pleasure. You didn't care about being recorded, or watched. You were in heaven and needed more. Warm fluid ran down your thighs, pussy leaking as you approached climax. You wanted them to do things to you, needed them to do things to you. Bucking blindly, you screamed for them to keep going, to use you.

"Okkkk, subject exhibiting drastically altered behaviour and desires in response to artificial hormone circulation. Compliance is reinforced by pleasure and dopamine. Device will replace dopamine with serotonin and melatonin soon, so I am taking the final sample before subject loses consciousness." A hand grasped your exposed waist, holding you still and sending waves of euphoria through your shaking body. You felt your insides tighten. Keep going so close so close so so so so so so s-

"Beginning vaginal stimulation."

A finger entered your pussy, and ever so gently prodded your clitoris.

With a wild shriek you snapped your head back and came. And came. And kept cumming. It felt like ten orgasms at once, all stacking and intensifying on top of each other. You squirted and squirted and sprayed, soaking your legs and the floor and an indignant Lucinda in your messy cum as you writhed and convulsed in the air. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You didn't want to stop. You couldn't stop. You... you... couldn't stop...

So tired...

A beep sounded from the device in your collar, and darkness claimed you even as your body continued to twist in climax.

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PART 2: COMING SOONISH TY FOR UR PATIENCE <333

[that-hippie-user]

Taking a break, im NOT thirsty, and wont be for a bit.

my buzzy wand overheated and died, and that combined with my titty skittles acting as chemical chastity, AND repeated buzzy use, has temporarily ruined my ability to get off.

so. calling it here. i officially WON destroy your dick december.

and you know what? not worth it.

like, okay, its been AMAZING seeing my page's audience evolve as i just, shamelessly hornypost for all to see.

my blogs followers now consists of babs in the ab/dl community, rare agere folks who are chill even if they're way more Ace than even me, stealth babs who consistently leave likes for fear of how their audience would react to crinkly reblogs ( :3 i respect you, ya dropped this, king. *hands you diamond studded gold diaper. ), hypno-curious folks CONSISTENTLY asking me "wait, you do LEGIT hypnosis? :D whats that like? can i try?", chill normies who like my memes and humor, AND-

oddly enough... a LOT of trans women age 30 to 40, consistently in diapers, with consenting partners, actively unpottytraining themselves, and just living their best lives nomming on dino nuggies, rockin cozy onesies, and humpin blahaj sharks.

like... wow, you girlies have gotten the good end for us babs, and that gives hope for my future!

:3 ditto to the guys enbies and trans guys who achieved the same, you're all awesome.

XD but sweet jebus, i got too much attention here. i cant show EVERYONE what ab/dl brainwashing is like, and im not so sure i want to...

:/ hell, got so bad i went into "bad touch" mode recently and became grossed out by like... ALL this kink stuff. XD sometimes that just happens, my sexuality can just vanish, leaving me as a scared pubby who too smol for this stuff.

:/ i'm... still kinda in that mode tbh, and idk when itll end.

what i'm saying is, this is officially my haiitus.

XD cuz like... i need to rethink what i'm willing to do for myself and others. i'm poly, so casual naughty stuff is chill and all, but it feels weird spending quality 1 on 1 time with my favorite partners, and then immediately hitting up my tumblr followers (consensually) for cheap thrills. that... that doesnt seem healthy.

:P idk what's happening next, but i guess we'll wait and see. talking to my new therapist about it next month

[kakabelorias]

CosmicStatic

Vox x Yandere Reader

Sickeningly Sweet Yandere Ori

I can only ever draw cute shit okay, im sorry thats like all i post ToT

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔ 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦

♡• Somehow manages to get him in a deal

♡• He probably thinks nothing of it because come on, he's Vox. What's a random everyday sinner gonna do?

♡• Apparently catch him when he's dead tired and in a rare mood where he'll just mindlessly say yes to things in order to be left alone to sleep

♡• Oh how he looks so pretty in the new chain wrapped snuggly around his neck!

♡• Can't even hypno eye his way out of this one-the deal specifically stating some sort of protection in your favour of it.

♡• Hates the chain and the idea of being "owned" but warms up to the "wifely duties" you do for him-delicious homemade meals, clean living space, a listening ear to his rants and ideas

♡• Headcanoning him having an immense love for sharks so having a yandere s/o who wants to hear all his info dumps, and random little ramblings gives some sort of comfort to him

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These are simple, dumb, fun little headcanons I thought I'd add. They're mainly for fun, and not related to the vision and story I have for CosmicStatic in the slightest lol. Also I kept everything very vague for more reader friendly purposes!

[jadetheblueartist]

Are there any other events in canon that would be significantly changed by the boys being sharks?

And are the villains (meatsweats, hypno, warren, foot clan, repo, ect) more cautious around the sharks mutants

Do the boys prefer to skateboard or to surf?

Do the sharks have favorite villains? And do the villains have favorite sharks?

So sorry this took so long to get back to 😅 I was trying to wait until I drew something else for them to add onto this but it never happened so apologies

-hmmmmmmm I don’t think sooooo…. I’ve been marinating on this question for a little while but I didn’t think of anything, except maybe the Kraang spike going for Leo’s head that Raph blocks would just go straight through his shoulder rather than his shell (owie owie Raph) also this is smaller I guess but I see shelldon/finneas being more involved bc he’s sort of a mobility aid for Don, a sort of hoverboard he sits on when their out doing their thing

-some of them would be more cautious at first but Big Mama, the Foot Clan, and Warren probably wouldn’t care too much bc their either used to yokai (the foot clan seem like they’d be used to yokai but ig i don’t know that for sure) and then warren would view them as his nemeses all the same. Meatsweats would probably try to cook them more bc sharks are actually killed so much for their fins (I think it’s a soup or something) but Meatsweats would definitely want that bc it’s a delicacy or something

-they definitely still like skating although surfing would have to be in there more often (they could bond with Gus over it ^^) just depending on where they are they would skate or surf. For the fish theme tho maybe surfing is more dominant bc they’d be in water more (Sydney’s probably a surfer)

-Mikey still loves Meatsweats, but apart from that I can’t think of any of them having any specific relationships with the villains (Raph still likes ghostbear, or maybe he’s not a bear anymore…) but Meatsweats likes the sharks for culinary reasons

Sorry again for taking so long :(((((

[itsgirlcraft]

@dracl-dragon

TWA character listtttt is doneeee :p

More or less lmao

Series' Abbreviations: MCT - Minecraft Trapped, TSS - The Steve Saga, RQ - Rainbow Quest, SSO - Steve Saga Origins, TR - Twisted Rainbow, SL - Steve Legends, AR - Alux Rising, MCTF - Minecraft The Flash, AC - Assassin's Creed.

Minor Series: FNAF - Five Nights At Freddy's, DC - Daycare, BSS - Blue Steve Saga, SLB - Steve Labs, MCL - Minecraft Lore, HnS - Hide N Seek, AMU - AmongUs, PD - Parody (one-off episodes), NC - non canon (for implied lore and mixed lores), TL - Timeloops.

[AC, MCTF, FNAF, and DC are less prominent in my memory, but will be used/rewatched and then added in detail. Also BSS is just here for my sake, idk if it will be officially included.]

* - important plot things

Main group:

Galaxy Trapped!Sabre (MCT, TSS, NC), NPC!Ivy, Half Demon!Francis (MCT), Chicken!Purple (SSO), Rainbow Pickaxe 1, Brain-fried!Purple, Overseer (TSS).

Currently Known Squads:

Stone!Shabre (TSS), Centaur!Sabre (DC), M, Shabre (TR).

Fake Blue (TSS), Broken Assistant (TR).

Sabre!Orange/Orabre, Rainbow!Sabre/Sabow, Gerald Steve (RQ, TL).

Gerald, Rainbow Pickaxe 2 (RQ, TL), Crystal!Dark, Crystal!Orange, Crystal!Light (RQ, NC).

Sabre, Assistant Steve, Rainbow Pickaxe 3 (SLB, PD).

Likely Squads:

Assistant, Time, Orange Leader, Sabre (RQ), Galaxy, Alex, Rainbow, Sabre (TSS, HnS, PD).

Rainbow (RQ), Sabre, Galaxy, Alex, Guardian, Lucas (TSS, AMU, PD).

Illusion* (TSS), Ep 1 Old Ladies (AR), Zombie!Mark (AR, NC, shoutout to Indigo for the idea!).

Early series Sabre (TSS), Victor (MCT), Steve Labs, True Human!Sabre* (MCT, NC).

Sheep, French (TSS), Mooshroom, Assassin, Sleep fight, Flash Rainbows (RQ, TL).

Dark, Shadow, Light/Ultra, Rainbow, Reality, Galaxy Sword Sabres (TSS).

Hypnos (RQ/SL, TR, SSO/TSS), Prof. Reds (RQ/SL, TR, SSO).

Benji, Mute Witch (MCT), Messenger Dog (TSS), Luna the dog, the Peppers Family (AR).

By Series:

(MCL) Rainbow, Sabre.

(DC) Director, Thomas, the kids, Ryan, Shark.

(SSO) Ian the Guardian, Skeleton king, Sage.

(PD, RQ) Director/Gst!Sabre, Editor/O!Lucas, Orange!Time, Winnie the Pooh-bre, Red/Orange writers, Indigo costumer, Orange set builders, Violet dresser, glasses!Elemental [grnScrn lava], Gerald's assistant [human], Blue coordinator, crisis!Light, outcast!Nightmare/Infinity/Alex/Origin/Guardian.

(TSS) Fake Sabres, Black hole!Rainbow, Rainbow Tree Of Life, Great Librarian, Black hole!Nightmare, Redeemed!Nightmare, God, Diamond, Gold, Emerald, Plague, Reality*, Faceless, Fax!Light, Alex, Void creature, Sun Zombie, Elemental's Shadow, Mixed!Red/Green/Blue, Positive/Negative, Time/Elemental, Y!King ghost, Rainbow Powers [early series' 5 colors].

(TR) pre series!Sabre, Cursed!Sabre, Rainbow/Hypnbow, TFC, The Great One, Elite, Yellows.

(AR) pre series!Alux/Petro/James/Mark, magicked!Alux, post ritual!Petro, Azarel, James, Wisp.

(SL) Seer, Colle/Parrot, Deserts, Giants, Alex, Red Elites, Diamonds, Judge, Genesis/Dream, Dread, Galaxy/Ruin Beast.

(RQ) Time/Elemental, Oranges, Violets, Violet sheep, Great Librarian/Library Gates, Funny/Happy Orange, Ep 1 Red.