#the adhd has gone too far. please....

[phoebeejeebies]

thinking about phoebe exploring ray's apartment when she moves to new york city, a few days after her family move into the firehouse. thinking hard about how ray's occult books has remnants of egon everywhere, if you look hard enough. if you squint, there's a memory here and there. amongst all of ray's other memorabilia that means a lot to him. thinking about how ray sees him in her SO much. how her mannerisms are so similar, and yet distinctly phoebe. and when phoebe steps foot into his apartment, it's so distinctly Ray. and there's elements of ghostbusting, mostly memories, everywhere. and if you squint, there's a photo of these young ghostbusters, faded but youthful nonetheless. and if you squint, there's a pile of letters, dated letters with egon's handwriting on it. and she recognises this handwriting, of course she does. she's seen it before when she was in summerville!!! at her grandfathers place !!!!!!!! and im thinking about the cogs turning in her head as she slowly pieces together the closeness her grandfather had with this Mr. Ray she looks up to so dearly.

oh boy i am thinking . . .

(heavily inspired from THIS!!!! fic !!!!)

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi Lumine!! I hope your day is going great, I got to sleep in today! 9 hours of sleep!!!!!

Can I request some more mistaken sugar baby Alec from the 'your heart is full of jewels' AU

I'm in a sfw mood, but it's really not hard and fast if you want to write some nsfw or suggestive content

Thank you!

hi!!! that is amazing!!!! i'm so happy for you! good and proper rest (yes I realize this is hypocritical but i'm an insomniac okay) is really important for you! like wow does it change even how your day goes and how you see the world around you. I hope you had a beautiful day!

oh fuck, it's been forever since I wrote in this verse and let me tell you. Magnus is so pleased with how his day is going and I hope you enjoy. it's got no angst I promise and is completely sfw <3 and even comes with notes because of course I can't resist notes for this verse and a pinch of an outside view and a sprinkled mention of Ragnor and Catarina.

<3 lumine

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your heart is full of jewels

Alec is really just more bemused than anything else.

The day seemed to be going normal, and then everything had gone sideways from his expectations.  He’s not complaining, mind you.  Alec never enjoys life so much as when it deviates from his plans because of Magnus.

It’s one of the special benefits of dating a warlock with something Catarina once explained to him as magical ADHD. He hadn’t had the heart to explain to her that he has no idea what that even was and Alec had secretly researched it himself on the mundane side of things to have better awareness before going to ask her more questions.

Something Cat had laughed at him for.  

Apparently while it was good that he tried to learn on his own without relying on other people to teach him as needed, it is still okay to ask and admit what he doesn’t know.

Which Alec will admit feels extremely unrealistic in his experience but he also knows that Magnus and Ragnor and Cat are far different people to those he grew up around.

It’s honestly a relief every time he can talk among them — uneducated in comparison to their wealth of knowledge — and ask questions without being completely eviscerated.

Even if Ragnor can be rather savage with his rebuttals.

Which somehow leads them here.  To a mundane shop Alec doesn’t recognize or really understand, following Magnus as he explains things with words Alec also doesn’t recognize or understand.

Which happens a lot whenever Magnus speaks in mundane around him.

“Magnus, when  am I even going to use one of these?” It takes a while for him to ask the question, having too much fun enjoying Magnus explaining details he’s really not following.  It’s the watching Magnus and hearing him talk part that he enjoys and understands.

But eventually he gets there.

Even if they’ve already spent two hours in the showcase room at that point and Alec is about to go for a test drive of a motorcycle he wasn’t even aware he needed.

He’s still not sure why he needs one or what prompted this.

“For when you refuse to let me portal you and try to run around New York by foot for days on end.” Magnus mutters, clearly unconcerned with Alec’s opinion and well... that’s fine.

Alec doesn’t mind having easier ways to get to Magnus without magic and if this makes the man he loves less obstinate about portaling him around — even drained of magic — then Alec will take it.

And the opportunity to fully press himself up against Magnus and insist he drive first.

After all, what if Alec breaks the mundane bike before Magnus commissions it out to a warlock specializing in mechanics.

—

Terry really didn’t need this day to be any more convoluted. 

The morning had been slow, it’s a weekday so that’s not too surprising and it gives him time to focus on overdue paperwork.

At least that’s the plan until somehow, for some reason, they get a call from the higher ups to not just close down the shop for the day to the public — and no it's not a sudden holiday, of course it isn’t — because they’re about to have private viewers.

Terry really doesn’t expect much.

This happens from time to time.  Sometimes it's brands wanting to pick a bike for a commercial, someone with a lot of money and time to waste, or sometimes it's a business favor.

Terry doesn’t care as to the reason — higher than his pay grade and he has enough to think about — but he does care when two very attractive men walk in together, at the time slot provided by his manager.

They’re... really infuriating.

That’s all Terry can think.

He tries to open his mouth to start his most popular sales pitch and then he’s shooed away.

Shooed! Like an errant busboy lingering around a table for too long to avoid the kitchen — something Terry definitely never did in his youth — and he can’t even be upset about it!

It was far too attractive!

So instead of his normal job, he’s just left to carefully follow behind the pair as the one in charge Magnus Bane was the name he introduced himself with.  He didn’t actually introduce his partner, now that Terry thinks about it.  Magnus Bane had instead kind of just put a hand on the back of his — way too tall — partner and walked off.  He also hasn’t stopped talking since he arrived — and honestly it's almost like he knows more about bikes than Terry.

Which is downright insulting considering the guy is clearly not an avid rider and here for leisure and this is one of Terry’s special interests.  It’s galling to be out-performed by someone who has it as a hobby!

It’s fine though.  

It’s fine.  

Even if they only buy one bike, that’s good enough for Terry... and the eyecandy doesn’t hurt either. So, deciding that he either suffers mentally or just lets himself bask in the aura of a natural podcaster, he chooses the latter. After all, self preservation and the new info he can learn about his special interest are far more important.  

Not that Terry has normally ever had self-preservation when it came to bikes before, once he thinks about it.  He probably still doesn’t, since Terry is pretty sure half the information the guy knows is probably illegal.  

It feels like it.

Terry has never seen the original blueprints for any of these models and this guy, Magnus, has a pocket full of them for his boyfriend to compare.

Or his sugar baby.

Terry has never actually encountered one before in the wild, but he also knows that sometimes, he can be a bit oblivious.  

However, never let it be said that Terry cannot make a connection and connect the dots... eventually.

And really, you cannot buy a dozen motorcycles for a guy who doesn’t even want them without being a sugar daddy.

Really, Terry is about to go find one for himself and is awestruck that he never considered this before.

Twelve bikes.

All the most expensive makes and models with everything good added and everything unnecessary taken out.  A variety of colors and helmets — which is good, safety is important even if the dude’s boy rolled his eyes — and Terry really has to rethink his newfound ability to apply the word ‘boy’ to a man twice his size.

It shouldn’t work.

But it does.

After his realization Terry really can’t look at the two of them without seeing Magnus Bane and thinking ‘that’s his boy’ for his companion without even considering that he has a name.

—

AN:

(terry is an autistic queer with a hyper fixation on motorcycles. If that wasnt clear lol now it is. Is he cis? Is he bi? Is he trans? Is he genderfluid? Who the fuck knows enjoy your own headcanons ^_^)

Also yes. Alec calls anything that's based on the mundane world the mundane language because he has no reference for half of the shit being explained to him so its basically another language for him. that he has no interest in learning beyond the basics for Magnus' sake.

Also Magnus and Alec really out here in their own worldviews

Magnus: if you’re not going to let me portal you even on the verge of me being unconscious — and really alexander how could you be so callous i just want you safe and near me — then you’re getting a bike. Do you know how many times you’ve come home and just spent soaking your feet in the morning???? you don't even let me massage them for you half the time! claiming you don't want me to 'waste my energy'

Alec: ... yeah okay. If this means you stop trying to portal me while magically bleeding out then yeah. also Magnus you can't massage my feet while asleep. and you fall asleep almost every time you do it. anways I know how to — suddenly realizes his opportunity — actually magnus i don’t know how to ride a mundane bike. At all. Only magically reinforced ones so if you want me to test these bikes you’ll have to drive and i’ll just ride behind. otherwise I might break them and cause an accident.

Magnus: fine by me

Alec to himself: i am genius. I am so sneaky and manipulative he doesn’t even realize i just want to press myself tight to him while we ride

Magnus to himself: i’m so glad i mentioned that none of these bikes have magical warding on them. True i could do a temporary one but then i wouldn't get alexander clinging to me

These two share ONE fucking braincell between them when it comes to each other. And typically it’s Magnus’ magic that normally actually uses it.

Magnus: ... you know i sprung this on Alexander really suddenly. I’m just not going to bother with mundane things and i’ll leave a nice tip big enough to make up for any societal rudeness. 

Also Magnus: no one else needs to know his name. It’s mine. He’s mine. I’m not dealing with a repeat of that one incident where we BOTH got hit on and i can spot a fellow queer from a country away. No temptation, no problem, if everyone knows he's mine then they know neither of us are available.

Magnus: ... this guy is practically salivating as he follows us—- oh special interest. Okay thats fine. I’ll add a blueprint to his tip since he’s aiding my goal in decking out alexander with proper safety goal. This is amazing.

Terry at one point got too overwhelmed by how many eyerolls Alec had during Magnus’ insisting he try on helmets and gave a whole safety speech that had Alec just going ‘you know what. I can’t handle this. I’ll take whatever Magnus and you think i need. Magnus you can even pick out the colors. I’m done. Please stop talking. My special interest is Magnus and the only reason i’m handling any of this because he’s here but i would like to be off this ride now.

Magnus taking them to Australia to bike on the coastlines: is this better?

Alec holding tightly to Magnus and enjoying his own special interest at long last. Which is magnus: no. we should do another path. Maybe two just for good measure. 

Magnus mentally: i really intended for us to be on separate bikes but he’s so adorable like this i’ll save that for tomorrow 

The next day:

Alec: ... you expect us to ride separately .... when we’re both out together?? On dates? In our own personal freetime? MAgnus I have never been so insulted, devastated, betrayed, tricked, tortured —-

Magnus: oh for liltihs sake alexander. We’ll store the bikes evenly between my loft and the Institute and when we go for outings together we’ll just take one? Are you happy??

Magnus internally: i love him. I love him so much. I can never let him realize how cute he is when he gets grumpy and possessive.

Also the fact that Terry has slowly over the course of like 4 hours been indoctrinated into not even considering that Alec has a name beyond ‘belongs to Magnus’.

Mission accomplished. Magnus would be thrilled to know how successful his plan is.  Even if he’s still amused that everyone thinks he’s Alexander’s sugar daddy. Because lets be real, Magnus wishes he was Alexander’s sugar daddy and that Alec didn’t have to leave to go be a big strong competent HOTI with a lot of things on his plate

The High Warlock of Brooklyn is suffering because of his Alexander’s competence. okay? because as hot as it is it also means his boy is hot in demand.

from other people.

also yes.

alec is autistic (like in all my fics)

and Magnus has ADHD (like in all my fics)

[cheriladycl01]

I have just got into F1 and it’s fast become my autistic hyperfixation and I’m glad I’ve found writers like you! I was wondering if maybe you could write something for Nico? He’s my favourite! Maybe reader has a bad crash or something similar to your heat fic where reader faints into his arms/ has a febrile seizure from dehydration and heat stroke after a race? Just lots of hurt/comfort. No worries if it doesn’t inspire. Thank you for doing what you do 💕💕

The Toughest Race so Far - Nico Hulkenburg x Driver! Reader

Plot: After one of the toughest races of your life, you and Nico need to have serious conversation about your health.

A/N! 1) I'm hoping i got the right Nico and you didn't want Nico Rosberg! If you did, let me know and I'll right one for Nico Rosberg! 2) As someone with ADHD, i 100% get the hyperfixation and how much it grips you!

You were getting out the car, well trying to and your legs and arms refused to work. It was like they were actually glued to the seat. You just sat there, head ringing not really sure what to do and how to gp forward.

Some of the Stake Team come up to you, checking to see if you were actually alive in the cockpit or if you'd passed out. Your own team hadn't come and found you yet.

They start to try talk to you but nothings going in, and staying in so your communication is ineffective.

You feel void of anything and all the sounds around you are blurring into one. There's a numbness in your hands and legs that is burning but also non-existent, like numbness should be. It was confusing for your mind that had just gone through that uphill battle of a race.

It was like your body was failing on you and you could only sit back and watch it.

Eventually your team, of RedBull come over to you. Not that you could tell the difference between the Stake Suits and the Red Bull ones at this point, faces were just blobs right now and your mind couldn't comprehend colours.

They reach in to help lift you out so your stood up outside the car leant against the body. One of the mechanics has a hand resting on your arm keeping you steady while another reaches to take your helmet off and another goes for you balaclava that's covered in saliva.

However, the minute your legs are left to work for themself with out the support they starts to wobble. Your head starts to spin, and your vision blurs, the last thing you could remember being your body convulsing before you smacked the door where you continued shaking.

"Oh my god! Someone help her!" someone exclaimed as they saw you on the floor and seconds later a medical team that were already on their way heading towards you after being radioed by the team you weren't looking too great.

There were people flooding around you, one of them opened up your race suit that was drenched through.

"Babe?" a voice called as Nico jumped out his car spotting you thrashing on the floor. He himself wasn't feeling great from the heat either but you'd just managed to fight your way from P20 all the way up to P6 to get in the points.

It was probably the drive of your career having set the fastest lap, fastest pit stop and received driver of the day. Despite all the podiums, wins and poles you'd had, this was the drive.

He looked over you as they took you onto the stretcher as you were unresponsive.

"What's wrong with her is she okay?" he asks walking over closer to the medics that were surrounding you.

"We aren't sure but we need to get her to the medical tent right away, please go back to your team!" one of them says while they fit an oxygen mask around your mouth.

Nico spent his entire debrief not really concentrating on what anyone was saying, he wanted to be out of that room as soon as possible and to see how you were doing.

The minute that they concluded what happened in the race and how they can prepare better for hotter races as a team until the FIA but things into place, Nico was out the door as rushing past the Red Bull motorhome that was pretty quiet. They could all tell he was looking for you, and he just knew you were still with the medics from the look on everyone's face.

He rushed into the tent seeing you calmly sleeping but hooked up to a few different machines. The main one an drip, he knew you must be insanely dehydrated, and with your body temperature already struggling to regulate normally he couldn't imagine how much like hell that car felt to you.

"Is she okay?" he asks the nurse that was currently re-doing the braid in your hair that had gotten a little knotty under your helmet.

"Yes, she scared us all but she'll be fine. She's making a speedy recovery thanks to the doctors quickness and efficiency. She lost 6kg in that race which is very dangerous and she didn't drink anything at all during that race, so we've got her on some water and stuff that will pep her up. She had a minor injury to her shoulder where she fell but other than that she's okay. How long have you guys know she struggles to regulate her body temperature?" she explains and asks all in one.

"Since she karted, but she loves the sport to much" he chuckles. You'd talked about this with Nico a lot, you had to train your body harder and be stricter when it came to things like exercise and diets because of the condition.

Nico had said many times that it would be safter for you to stop racing all together but that had caused far to many arguments that he'd ended up on the sofa one to many times over.

He knew you loved racing, because he did as well and he hated when he had to leave the sport when no seat was available. So he knew it was something that wouldn't even be on the table for you to consider but he just wished you would.

For your guys' future, he just wanted you safe and at full health.

"She terrifies me when she gets into that car" he smiles looking down at your peaceful body.

"I can imagine, but ... I'm sure you scare her too. She struggles but I think honesty that makes her a better driver, she knows her limits and breaking points better than anyone. Today was a bade race that I cant see them doing at the same time of year ever again, and there may even be regulation changes that'll help. But ... take it from a career passionate woman. She wont give this up" she smiles to him and he glances down at you with his own smile.

"Oh I know she wont" he grins, taking your hand in his.

"Hey baby" he smiles as he sees your eyes flutter.

"Hey" you say back a little confused, looking around the room your in.

"You fainted and had a seizure" he explains grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

"Oh, it was really hot in the car I don't think I ate before the race either because I felt sick!" you offer trying to explain why you were so badly effected.

"You weren't the only one that struggled, Alex, Esteban, Logan and a few others have been down here too. You pushed yourself a lot in that drive, but there's talks of the FIA making some changes for next year!" he explains.

"Mmm, I'm glad their taking action to make it safer for us!" you admit.

"I'm not even going to bother trying to convince you to retire!" he laughs shaking his head.

"We've talked about that before, you know I'm not ready yet. I've been given such a shot in Red Bull!" you smile, knowing he finally understood your view on your career.

"I know, I just worry about you!"

"I worry about you too" you say and pull him down into a kiss.

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[strangerhottotties]

Mad Sounds - E.M.

Summary: Eddie has ADHD and reader has a touch of the 'tism. Her ways of helping Eddie are... questionable... but effective.

Warnings: Ya'll already know this some horny shit. Minors fuck off. Surprisingly angsty.

A/N: I rise briefly from the dark with some cool rocks as an offering to my faithful followers. I sprinkle some moss at their feet and grunt randomly before shuffling back into my caverns of dwelling to recover from the minute amount of energy that I exerted. Unfortunately, this little goblin has metaphoric asthma and got out of breath from the short journey.

As Eddie's self appointed tutor, there was plenty of frustration. He wasn't stupid. That you reminded him constantly. "There is a difference between doing something stupid and being stupid," you have sighed heavily at him countless times.

He resisted it at first. It nearly ruined your friendship a few times, but you could see it. It wasn't like he didn't just not want to do the work. But he'd forget his textbooks or his homework in his locker.

You spent twice a week helping him organize his locker so he could spend less time during the school day retrieving his books. You'd gone as far as to pester the principal into switching your locker with Shelby Phillips so you could have the locker right next to his. (Eddie accused you of going to far with this, but the morning snacks you insisted on bringing him when he was still blinking sleep from his eyes seemed to make up for.)

Your methodology may be unconventional, but it proved effected after the first week when Eddie brought home two C's and a D+ on the end of the weeks' tests.

So he begrudgingly allowed you to continue to forcefully tutor him. And then two weeks in he started ditching. Unfortunately, Eddie for got your ridiculous stubborn streak. He hadn't seen the full potential of how painfully unyielding your resolve could be when the right scenario emerged.

"Nah, can't make it tonight, gotta do band practice." "Sorry, we're playing a gig." "Can't Hellfire's tonight." "No way, I need a night off."

Each day, frustration bled more and more into your week until Friday rolled up and Eddie had a big, fat 'F' smacked down on his desk in O'Donnell's class and he blew you off again. "Whatever," he scoffed as he dumped his books into his locker.

"You skipped every chance to study this week, Eddie," your tell him with a hard edge to your voice. It's a mix of frustration, hurt and genuine anger.

He shoots you an irritated look, slams his locker shut and leans into your face. You can smell him, almost like wet dog, in your face. The reek of cigarettes familiar and clinging to the shirt that should get washed soon. You think he wore it to bed because the scent curls around you - deep and musky and natural. Not like how boys smelled when they worked out and sweat. Somehow it doesn't smell bad.

You shift closer and from the right angle it might look romantic. But your eyes are burning into his with steel resistance. You aren't crumbling over the fact that he is way closer than comfortable. You aren't wavering under his intensity.

(Not that he'd ever tell you but it drove him crazy. Normally, people would shrink and squirm away under the right pressure. It usually brought him amusement that people feared him. That he could creep up their spines and over their skin. He preened at the idea that he left stick residue. He felt like poison, ruining everything he touched but it gave him space to do as he pleased. Until you. It was like you never even noticed that he was too close or touching you. He grabbed your thigh once, digging his finger tips in around the top of your knee, just to see you even smack his hand off of you... and you'd reacted as if he'd simply nudged you to get your attention.)

If you wanted to get to the other side of the mountain, you were going to go directly there. You were always dead set on yielding the mountain to you. You would drive through the mountain, and Eddie was insisting on flowing down stream instead of listening to you!

"What am I even supposed to do!" He snarls lowly at your furrowed brow and set jaw. You either never even looked at him, or burned through him with an intensity that nearly buckled his resolve. This time, you weren't even blinking. It was eerie how slow you were breathing. Deep and even. "Study every moment of everyday?"

"I'm not asking that of you!" You snap back. "I'm just asking for you to work with me! It's not just gonna fall in your lap! I'm trying to help!"

"I didn't ask for it." He states and feels like he's bashing his head into the wall. His hand rises into his hair line and he gives it a tug. "I'm done," he ends after a beat of silence when you said nothing. He turns and heads

"After school were cleaning your locker!"

"Done! D-O-N-E! Done!" He wanders off.

.....

Half an hour after school ended, you heaved a sigh and dropped you back pack down beside his locker. It was shut. He was no where in sight. You waited and then finally check the parking lot. His van was gone.

You could do better, you think. There's got to be some way, you think as you step up to the locker. 15-84-04. His locker swings open with a low whine. It was fine, you tell yourself when you question the morality behind breaking into his locker.

It's not like you were doing it to steal. Just to help your friend. You weren't hurting anything. It's a mess. Papers are crumbled and folded beneath textbooks. There's graffiti at the back of it.

You shuffle through it. Pluck out the half destroyed text books in a pile at the bottom of his locker and set them to the side. Papers are torn. There's mystery stains on some of his old papers from the beginning of the week. Uncompleted assignments, rubrics handed out for projects, crumpled notebooks.

He took nothing home for the weekend. A wave of shared defeat fills you. He gave up. You'd been there, crushed beneath its weight when you hadn't made many friends. People thought you were being mean when you were just being direct. You wanted to make friends, but you just never knew what to say.

It's why you wanted to help Eddie so much. Because he didn't care that you were the 'mean' valedictorian that only cared about grades. He was your friend. And you wanted to help him in any way possible.

You were nervous the whole way up until Wayne opened the door to the trailer. You blink up at him with the stack of text books in you arms. A bag of oranges on top. Wayne frowns in confusion.

"I think you have the wrong place, sweetheart." He called you by the same thing Eddie usually did, in the same way. It gave a warm stir to your chest.

With a deep breath, you begin, "Is Eddie home?" His eyebrows shoot up high on his face.

"Yeah, he is."

"He had a tough day and I'm his tutor. I wanted to bring by his homework for this weekend. We had a fight and I came to apologize." Wayne passes you a smile and motions for you to come in.

"The infamous tutor," he hums, chuckling.

"Eddie's talked about me?" You question. Wayne passes you an amused smile as you step across the threshold. Infamous was bad. He must really be mad at you.

"You bet." You steel your face as Wayne leads you across their living room to a hallway on the left. You feel like crying all of a sudden. He knocks on Eddie's door. His metal is muffled by the door.

"I've got pants on." With that, Wayne swings the door open as you second guess coming here briefly. Your lips and fingers are starting to tremble from the bubbling regret in your throat.

"Got a visitor, Kid." There's a shuffle of papers and Wayne gives you the space to slide through.

"Thanks," but your voice sounds small as you step in. Wayne gives you a warm smile as you pass him. Eddie's confusion sours as he sees you and it makes you want to vomit.

The room is pure chaos around him. "You've got to be kidding me." He heaves as the door shuts. "What the hell are you doing here?" Those words make your lip wobbles hard, beyond your control.

"I... I..." you drop your gaze to the carpet as the words come out in a whisper. "I brought everything you'd need for your weekend... homework." Your taking deep breaths to try to stop the cry but those tears are clouding your vision still.

"Woah, woah, woah," Eddie calls and scrambles of the chaos of papers, DnD books and other random items. He stops in front of you as you start to lose your nerve. "Are you gonna cry?" He asks. You shake your head furiously, trying to squeeze your eyes shut to stop the tears but it only makes them run over your cheeks. "Shit." He stops stiffly in front of you, regarding the entirety of you. "Why?" He manages to squeak. His face is wild with fear and confusion.

You sniff, whiping at your cheeks. "I sh-shouldn't have come here." You take your time so it doesn't come out a jumbled mess. His face crumbles and he steps forward to take the stack of books out of your hand and set it on a bunch of papers on the bed. The crinkling drives you crazy.

"I'm really not good with tears, okay?" He offers.

"Me either," you pipe back, still whipping at the ever flowing tears coming from your eyes with the heels of your hands.

'You gotta tell me why your upset."

"You're not really my friend, are you?" You manage through that wobbling look. Eddie looks devastated by your nasally question.

"What? Of course we're friends!"

"You're uncle says you've talked about me," you say and he goes ghost white. "He called me your infamous tutor. That's a bad thing, Eddie." Eddie's hand rakes through his hair, getting increasingly more stress "you don't actually like me do you?"

"That's what your worried about? If I like you?" Jesus," he grunts out and then throws his arms up. "I'm just pissed off about this tutoring thing. You're pushy about it, okay? We're friends still." You fold into him immediately, burying your face against his neck. He's rigid beneath you cling to him hard.

"I don't have a lot of friends," you whimper. "I know, I can be a lot but I'm really trying to be a good friend because you've been a really good friend to me." His edges soften for you and then all at once you're being crushed to his chest in a way that takes the anxiety right away. It rushes out of you as he hold you. His cheek pressing to the top of you head.

"We're friends." He affirms, hands brushing across your back. "And here I thought you didn't actually like me." You sniffle into his neck as he sways you both and it's almost hypnotic in it's effect. You find yourself pushing in to nuzzle his neck as he swallows.

"You give good hugs," you hum up to him.

"Hah, thanks," he grunts awkwardly and pats your shoulder until you pull back. You wipe your cheeks. "Now, did you just come here to bring me textbooks and cry?"

"No, I came to apologize, bring your homework and maybe come up with a plan."

"A plan? Fuck." He sighs. "Start with the apology first." You nod in affirmation, clearing your throat to tell him clearly. He heads to his bed and brushes enough papers away to sit on the edge of it to face you.

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I know you have other important things that you want. I can't expect you to conform to the ways I do things." His face flutters into a hard, unreadable look. You step forward kneeling and taking his hand like your mom always did when she was trying to make something up to you. "Too much change at once can overwhelm me so why wouldn't it overwhelm you. I just wanted to be as effective as I could but most people don't operate how I operate. I'm sorry for being pushy." Eddie looks really uncertain as he stays quiet for a moment. His gaze flickering between your hand and you.

"Wow." He reaches over and drags a pillow into his lap a moment later. "Cool. Great apology."

"Really? Or are you being sarcastic. I can't tell."

"Not sarcasm." He states. "Just tell me your plan?" You start to rise and he holds out his other hand to stop you. "Stay there. Tell me your plan."

"I wanted to brainstorm ways that might work for you. Maybe set aside a couple days a week you might be able to study. A schedule so you still have free time?" He sighs and glances down at his pillow before tossing it off to the side.

"Great. Sure." A smile breaks out on your face, eager to shift back onto your heels. "Are you free tomorrow?"

He arches an eyebrow.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have a few ideas."

"Like what?" He asks, threading his fingers into yours. It feels nice, holding his hand.

"Well, tonight I figure we switch roles."

"Excuse me?" He demands.

"You teach me something."

"Teach you what? You already are valedictorian."

"I was thinking maybe D'n'D?" His brows shoot into his hairline. "That or guitar?" Eddie blinks. "Obviously a rudimentary part of those things."

"I don't understand the motive behind this."

"If I tell you I fear you'll skew the data."

"Okay, robo-tutor." He sees the hurt flash on your face and knows that wasn't a nice thing to say. He sees it in the way your body slumps. "Sorry, I said something that upset you." He thins his lips.

You cast your eyes away. "No," you deny.

"Hey, you're a shit liar." Part of you sings in approval that he grumbles it quietly. He reminded you often of a moody German Shepard. Always barking at his friends with his short fuse, but he reluctantly allowed you to get away with things with minimal complaining.

"No," you repeat. You had a monstrous crush on him, it made you just as soft as him. And kneeling in front of him was submissive. You were reminded of it when he'd encouraged you to stay where you were. Your mind presenting you with a the desire to lay your head right between his legs. Thankfully, you had impulse control.

The softened rasp he saved just for you made you feel special like the hormonal young woman. Christ, it felt ridiculous how badly you hoped he felt back. Even when he was calling you out, it thrilled you, like knowing he wasn't actually mad at you.

You blame the morbid curiosity that the scientific part of your brain fanned the flames. Biological need. Basic instinct. Purely Phermones. Especially when he leans forward over you. "Hey, look at me," he snaps. It's meant to intimidate, but you were truly blown away by the swell of bodily reactions that stirrs. Especially when it made your pussy feel like lava.

Your eyes obey without your discretion. He notices, eyes flickering narrow for a second. Any flicker of the nerve he'd struck is swept up by the increased circulation to your face due to the intimacy you were feeling with him.

Your ears burn, but only because you've never been surrounded by this much Eddie. "Okay," he hums.

That's it.

He stands, snatching up the campaign he seemed to be constructing. He messing dumped them in a corner (you mentally begin to clean his room) before he strides to the mirror across the room and plucks it off the wall like it was gospel. And then you wonder if that's how he'd treat a girl. Tonight you'll certainly imagine him treating you as tenderly as he holds the instrument.

"Guitar," he grunts out. "I'll teach you, come on."

"I had another suggestion," you admit as you take his outstretched hand to help you up.

"You don't want to learn? I thought-"

"Oh no! I meant to help you! We need to find motivation for you. A... a reward system?" He tilts his head as you climb to your feet.

"Reward system? Like I get a reward?" He chirps.

"Mhmm." You agree as he slowly shuffles closer to his bed.

"I'm listening."

"And this is up for negotiation," you preface as he takes a seat again at the edge of the mattress. "But I was thinking for every 'C' you get, I could give you a-a... little thing, like guitar picks or like... snacks or something." Eddie breaks out into a grin.

"For every assignment?"

"Yeah and like... if you get a C- it'll be like one pick or a fruit snack but the higher the score the more snacks."

"Give me an example."

"If you get a 'C-', you get a guitar pick. If you get a 'C', I bring you snacks the next morning. If you get a C+, I'll buy your lunch or something." He ponders this, eyes narrowing firmly as he regards you rocking on your feet in the middle of his bedroom.

"How about for a 'C+', you bring me some of those cookies you made for halloween?" He requests.

"The pumpkin ones?"

"Yeah, you made them look like bats." You grin at him. He'd raved about them at the time but you're pleseantly surprised he remembered them.

"Deal. I'll give you a whole batch of pumpkin cookies if you earn a 'C+'." He grins triumphantly through his successful negotiations.

"What if i manage a 'B'?" You shrug, moving to sit beside him on his bed. You're aware of the smokey smell of him heavy in the room and it made you're head spin. The room turns warmer, like someone was cranking the thermostat.

"We'll I've been think about that, ya know?" You feel your cheeks start to heat up. Eddie regards you carefully and your acutely aware of his watchful eyes. Eddie was uncannily observant most of the time and as thrilling as it tended to be under his scrutiny, it was equally nervewracking... Especially when your explination begins to bubble out.

"And it's been a tough thought. So I was thinking about what motivates boys. And sports was out of the question. And you like guitar stuff, but I don't know enough about it, same with D'n'D... so I thought... what else?"

The last two words sink heavily between you both. Eddie blinks a couple times at you trailing off. Your cheeks are burning hot enough one could probably feel it without touching you. He's cheeks darken as well as he swallows and clears his throat, he wets his lips before he rumbles:

"Are you referring to sex?"

"Not quite." You pipe quickly.

"What do I get if I get a 'B'?" He repeats, much more serious, eyes burning into yours with nearly the same fire as when he was snapping at you but this time it carries and electricity that climbs through you.

"Spank bank material?" You offer sheepishly. His jaw drops open.

"Like porn? You're gonna get me porn?" Eddie demands as his alabaster cheeks darken a couple shades. It's hard to tell with his voice and frozen facial features if he actually likes that idea.

"Actually, I was thinking more like... if you get a 'B-', I'll show you my boobs but if youd rather have actual porn...." you trail off.

His eyes couldn't get wider, you think. They're enormous and for once, Eddie has been stunned into silence. You watch those big eyes dart down to the front of your sweater.

When he does speak, his voice is raspy, "No, no, I like you're idea better, Honey." The nickname jolts you a bit and you smile in relief that he'd finally made an indication of some kind on how he felt.

"If you get a 'B' you can have a picture of them." Eddie is sliding the guitar off to the side then, scooting to the edge of the bed eagerly and it makes your chest loosen and explode with butterflies.

"I want to take the picture." He reports, eyes drifting back up to yours and you're suddenly wishing he'd look back at the vague form of your tits. This was the most intense conversation you'd ever had, offering your body up to the guy you'd admired from a far for most of high school.

This pitch. It felt like a snowball and as good as that sounded, you didn't want to overstep boundaries you'd had yet to discover. After all, you were eighteen and just because you hadn't kissed a boy doesn't mean that you didn't know anything about things like this.

"We'll see."

"Then I want one of your bras for the 'B+'."

"Those are expensive. No way." You frown and try the next best suggestion. "You can feel me up, how bout that?" Eddie chuckles breathlessly at your protest.

"Really breaking my heart here, sweetheart." His eyes are glittering in a way you only saw when he doing something taboo. "If I get an A+ can I fuck you?" He asks abruptly. It steals your breath for a second and you quickly cover for it, slowly shaking your head.

He doesn't look disappointed when you do this, just tilts his head a little.

Truthfully, you didn't want Eddie to fuck you as a reward for his good behavior. You wanted you're first time to be simply because it felt right. Because you both wanted to have sex and to just feel good. You were already pimping yourself out to him to some degree.

"I'll give you an orgasm for every 'A+'?" Eddie's breath hitches. "With like my hands o-or... mouth?" He's pulling the pillow back in his lap very suddenly. A theory bubbled in your mind at that.

"And... can I for my 'A-', I want to borrow your panties?"

"Borrow?" You demand in confusion.

"Yeah... after you've worn 'em. More spank bank material." Spank bank. He wanted to use your worn panties for spank bank material? For the life of you, there was no understanding behind this request. He really want your dirty underwear.

"I guess if that's what you want, what do you want for 'A's, though?"

"Would I be able to touch you, too? Like... an orgasm for you." Your throat feels suddenly dry. You swallow against the thickness.

"M-e?" You manage to squeak, cheeks burning. He shifts closer on the mattress, eyes glittering. He slinks so smoothly across the surface of his trashed sheets. It feels like very predatory, like a big cat stalking you but entirely too thrilling at the same time. "That's not a reward."

Eddie cocks his head at you, the corner of his plump lips tilting up. "Are you saying it's not something you're willing to give me? Or are you saying it's not a reward I'd like?" The room is so warm all of a sudden, but the tingles have started between your legs. Your body betraying you to him.

You're unsure of how to answer, entirely uncertain about which it happened to be. Your emotions a muddle of overwhelm. And so your next words fall out of your mouth breathlessly.

"I don't know, Eddie." His lips slowly stretch into a deep grin. He hums your name like a prayer.

"Make no mistake, I'd pay money, I'd commit crimes, and I'll study with you as much as I can to be able to eat your pussy."

You jump for some reason. Your feet are scrambling and you find yourself looking around as you refuse to make eye contact with him. He chuckles as you scurry across his room, away from him.

"What are you looking for?" He questions as he rises, leaving his guitar on his bed to stroll closer. You take a deep breath, fully aware that you had no idea what you were looking for. Maybe a hidden camera.

"Where you got the audacity, to start." Eddie throws his head back to laugh a belly laugh at you. He stops his steps in front of you and grins down at you in utter amusement.

"I never get under your skin. Did I hit a nerve? What's got you so squirrely, Honey?" He lifts a hand to casually tuck some hair behind your ear.

"These are supposed to be your rewards... wouldn't that be weird?" You ask and it sobers his expression some.

"It would be a reward." He states. "So I guess that means the question is, will it be my reward? I promise you, I'm really good with my hands. I'll show you, come here." He holds out his hand for you. You can't help the nervous, hiccuping sigh that escapes you at his offer. He grins, knowing full-well what you were imagining.

"The guitar, sweetheart," he purrs, smile twisting maliciously. "Unless you want me to play with your pussy?" Your ridged spine jolts and you find that your breath is coming very fast.

Eddie had seriously just asked to touch you? What was the world coming too. This couldn't actually be real.

"Only if you get an 'A'," you agree with awhisper. There's a moment of hesitantly skirting your fingers across his hand as if he'd burn you. Something about his face is downright sinful. He clasps his hand around yours and drags you towards his bed to clear it off from everything quickly with one hand.

The way he's holding you're hand, as if you'll dart away, makes you smile with his back turned. When he's satisfied with that, Eddie drops onto the bed and pulls you between his legs. You shiver at the warm body pressing into your back.

"Here," he hums into your ear and lifts his guitar, with one hand he guides it across your hips. "It's going to rest across your lap just like this." You let him use you as a puppet.

You have to remind yourself that there is purpose to this experiment. He's going to teach you using the way he'd prefer to learn so you actually have to fight to pay attention to something other than how his calloused fingertips feel to direct you.

"Mercy," you mumble to yourself.

"What's that, Honey?"

"Nothing, didn't mean to interrupt." His mouth brushes by your ear.

A knock at the door has you jumping. "Pants are still on," Eddie calls and the door creaks open. His uncle grins in the door way as you turn a little redder.

"I'm off to work, Eddie, please... study hard." You can hear the grin in Eddie's voice.

"Don't worry, we'll study." Eddie promises, which makes Wayne arch an eyebrow as he studies the way his nephew is draped across your back.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Munson." You offer which makes Wayne give you a sweet smile. When the door seals shut,

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Part 2

[kingzombear]

What if I said fuck it and started learning how to animate at 24 (They said while in art school applying for an Animation BFA)

Anyway, I'm finally on ADHD meds now for the first time in my life.

I've gone from 10% battery with constant brain fog to Functional. I feel like so much of my life has been wasted in a zombified daze - Alive for the first time in a long time. It's strange, but nice.

I gotta put away my envy of 16-18 year old animators/cartoonists, intimidation of a new art form, guilt for not starting sooner, and the fear that it's "too late" or I'm "too old" to start animating now.

Hopefully, this new energy and focus will allow me to pursue the projects and ideas that have always felt too far out of reach.

I expected I'd have more done in my life by now - I can't help but be paralyzed by internal disappointment from a younger me. Weren't we supposed to be a Real Cartoonist by now?

Well, anyway, I'm gonna try out Krita for now, since it's free. If anyone has any suggestions for animation software, or tips for animating in general, please lmk! <3

[crow-girl-cock]

Hai :7

I love you!

yes you!

click this.

now for introduction.

my name is Renée Corbeau

but you can call me ren or crow

I love crows! they feel like family to me and I hope next cycle I get to experience the life of a crow.

I have gone through alot in life and fancy myself some sort of activist by proxy of that pain, am I perfect? fuck no! I am still learning and probably operate under toxic bias still despite all the effort I have put into growth.

I'm adhd, autistic, anxious, depressive, dissociative, probably some degree of plurality.

I'm a gender non-conforming transwoman, definitely puppy coded, and severely down bad for women, especially butch women!

that being said the human body is beautiful. especially fat bodies, I'm a sucker for meat :3

all my guys, gals, and non binary pals deserve kisses (assuming that they want them)

I love gender fuckery, people who actively blur those lines are doing the lords work.

despite being very friendly and appearing slightly outgoing sometimes, I am very shy and dont have a very large social battery.

if I ever dont respond dont take it personally there are loads of reasons why this could be.

U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U

I am kind of a red mage when it comes to special interests, I know a little bit about alot.

(all lists are not ordered and not exhaustive)

some examples include;

from gaming~ pokemon, zelda, elderscrolls, darksouls, minecraft, osu!, space sims (elite dangerous, astroneer, dyson sphere project, hardspaceshipbreaker), roguelikes (noita, deadcells, gungeon, vagante, slaythespire)

from other media~ pokemon again, bluey, adventure time, atla, bee and puppycat, studio ghibli (nausicaa is goat), csm, bleach, dragonball, naruto, she-ra, dungeon meshi

from *gasps* real life~

space (and metaphysics), nature (it's peculiarities and the many funky adorable little guys born in it) I'm definitely a poser but skateboarding and rollerskating (I really want to get into rollerderby) philosophy (to the extent that any skid is);

History!

(not as well read as I would like because there is so much of it, and so much of the truth is buried under misinformation, but I have deconstructed the whole western myth of how things went and painted myself a much clearer picture as to how things got so bad and am learning new things about the world all the time, please feel free to info dump about anything history related I'd love to hear it. anthropology and archaeology too obvs)

Art!

(this is my chosen field for better or worse >⁠.⁠< I am going to college for web and graphic design (2024-2026) I might extend that an extra 2 years to make it a bachelor of design and hope to one day make graphic novels, beautifully illustrated with deep thought provoking stories)

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Kink! (definitely subject to change)

petplay, musk, intox, bondage, impact, cnc, degradation, somno, hypno, blood, knives, size difference probably more I haven't thought of

I'm poly and very t4t

I'm a switch but this hellsite has been steadily turning me into a bottom day by day heheh

but no actually

I used to be a hypersexual dom pre-transition

but E has made me alot less uncontrollably horny and far more sensitive and inclined to seek vulnerability, all my drive to dom has dissolved

also I suck at tagging and will sometimes will reblog art/random things from tags without checking bios

if that upsets you or makes you uncomfortable please see the block button for more info ;3c

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anyways since you made it this far

here have some headpats

spread kindness please and thank you ^v^

As above, So below.

Hai :7

I love you!

yes you!

[bah-circus]

May I get a level 3 Leyley? I love TCOAAL and already have an Andy. I want a sibling for him. ❤️

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Ley-Ley!!!

°·⊱ Name: Ley-Ley, Lizzie, Avery, Kori, Meadow, Pixie, Moxie, Lacey

°·⊱ Age: 10, permaAge, LoliAge, LambAge

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human [transLamb, transSacrificialLamb]

°·⊱ Source: The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey

°·⊱ Role: Lambkid, Littlex

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°·⊱ Sex: Female

°·⊱ Gender: Cutefrilled, Strawbfrilled, Angelacedollic, Lacefrilled, Ribbonfrilled, Blanketfrilled, Fluffcomfaesic, Sweetfrilled, Wingfrilled, Cakefrilled, Softpinkfrillic

°·⊱ Pronouns: 🎀/🎀s; Pink/Pinks; Kyu/Kyute/ Shi/Hir; Frill/Frilled; Ae/Aer; 🩷/🩷s; ☁️/☁️s; Soft/Softs

°·⊱ Sexuality: Demiromantic Cupiosexual

°·⊱ Personality: Ley-Ley is still very naive to the more complicated workings of this world, but 🎀 has figured out how to get pinks way in most cases. Kyu is incredibly toxic and manipulative, but frill hasn’t gone too far yet. Still very obsessed with Andy. 

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: [Prn] Who Is Sacrificed, [Prn] Who Is Adored, [Prn] Who Loves [Prns] Brother, The Naive Lamb, The Obsessive Sister

°·⊱ Likes: Petting Zoos, Getting 🎀s Way, Andy, Sweet-Tarts, Plushies, Coloring Books, Crayola Crayons [Fully believes these are Better], Christmas

°·⊱ Dislikes: Other Girls Talking to Andy, School, Yelling, Candles, Strong Artificial Smells, Thunder Storms, Fire

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🎀🩷☁️💋🔪🐑

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transLamb, transSacrificialLamb, permaAge, LoliAge, LambAge, LambLoli, transUkranian, transFluentUkranian, transUkranianAccent, CottonCandyscentian, Candyamian, transCandyGuts

°·⊱ CisIDs: American, Pink Eyes, Light Skin, Black Hair, Little Sister, ADHD, Obsessive, Cult Trauma, Cult Survivor, Worshipped, Sacrifice

°·⊱ MUDS: Hyper-sexual Fantasy Disorder (HFD), Complementary Obsessive Love Disorder (C-OLD)

°·⊱ Paras: 🌂, 🧸🧶, 🍯🐻, 🍇🌙, 🌹🥩, 🪦🗺️, ⚰️, 🫀, 🩸, 🔪, 🧵, 🍂👦

°·⊱ Faceclaim: Official | 2

Since we just recently filled a different Ashley pack I thought it would be fun to make this pack based off of her as a child so you can choose whichever age your Andy would prefer!! - Pest Swarm ; ???

[quillsandcauldroncakes]

Hi guys,

So it's been a bit. If you don't recognize my URL, that's because I changed it. It used to be Grace-writes-shit, but in recent years, I just feel like it no longer reflected who I was. I figured a change was in order, as long as with my blog's theme.

As to why I have been gone, I was having a difficult time with my mental health and undiagnosed ADHD. As much as I loved telling a story, writing became my Mount Everest. I would sit down to write but couldn't even get a few sentences down before my brain shut down. I stressed too much about writing something outstanding or something that reflected my morals, but people would still enjoy reading. But in the most recent months, I've finally received a diagnosis for ADHD, as well as being currently in the process of testing for Autism, and have been figuring out what meds and healthy habits work best for me. I've also gotten closer to my religion, which is something I know and accept will lose me followers. But it has really helped me realize that writing is my calling.

With that being said, I've been inspired to begin writing again, this time being more mindful of writing something that I enjoy writing instead of worrying about "what would sell" and also taking my time. As such, I, unfortunately, won't be accepting requests for the time being, at least until I get back into the swing of things. However, if you have an idea or a suggestion, I'll gladly take it into consideration anyway, just consider I may or may not go through with it. If you have any questions, please feel free to (respectfully) reach out via DM or ask box (I reserve the right to not reply if you're mean to me lol I'm a human behind this screen if you can believe it) I'm also going to be making another pinned post about what you can expect from my blog.

I look back to when I first made this blog when I was 16 and how much it has, and I have changed. I've genuinely missed writing like I used to when I was younger, and with my new lifestyle changes, I'm hoping to get back into it. But please be patient with me 🙏🏻 it's been a tough journey and continues to be, but I'm trucking along!

Now that I've addressed the heavy stuff, even though there's still much more I'd like to share, onto my current project. I'm super excited about what I am working on right now, and it has really taken on a mind of its own. What was supposed to be a small warmup fic ended up being a much larger project than I anticipated.

Hogwarts Legacy and Baldur's Gate 3 have been taking up most of my brain-rotting space. And this current project is about Hogwarts Legacy. More specifically, it is a FMC x Sebastian Sallow fic that is a Snow White AU. I meant for it to be short and sweet like the original Disney movie, but it has become a monster of a fic with much darker themes, drama, and action. Currently, the word count is at ~22k and counting. I'm probably 2/3rds of the way through, maybe 3/4ths, but it's probably going to finish around 30k words, if not more. I'm also not sure how soon I'll be done, as I'm still working on it and balancing my full-time job. But it is moving along quite swiftly, by my standards at least lol

My question is, if tumblr allows it, should I post it here as one giant monster post, or would you all prefer to read it in shorter chapters? I'd separate each chapter based on natural breaks in the fic itself so each one may be different in length. I'm personally leaning toward breaking it up, but idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyway, thank you all for reading this and all my fics I still have up. I do see the notifications on them, and I do really appreciate all the love they still get. Here's to a new year, and hopefully, more writing ✨️

If you've gotten this far, Poll for the fic under the cut!

[stormyblue90]

Please, tell me your vision of Clones daemons

Ok, so I've made a list of various clones and the daemon/familiar I've given them. Note, I assigned them based on the general vibe, and characteristics of each trooper, and what knowledge I have of various animals, their general vibe, and a few cultural associations, rather than what animals are associated with what in Dark Materials universe.

Rather than the clones all having daemons from one specific group of animals, such as canines, they all have animals from across the animal kingdom, as each clone IS a unique individual. I wanted that expressed through their animal daemon/familiars.

List and my thoughts for such choices below the cut!

So, lets get underway! This is gonna be LONG!

The 501st

Rex: A Golden Eagle

Eagles have A LOT of symbolism in various cultures across the globe! Rex has been bestowed the Mandalorian mark of Jaig Eyes, a symbol of the Mandalorian Jai'Galaar, the Shriek Hawk. A native bird of Mandalore that I imagine has similarities with our own eagles. When I think of Rex's Jaig eyes, I liken them to the eagle feathers in the beautiful war bonnets of many of the different indigenous peoples of the North American plains. A reverent symbol of bravery, honor and skill that can only be earned. Therefore Rex gets the eagle. I specifically chose the Golden Eagle due to the crown of golden feathers on its head, referencing Rex's blonde hair, his "crown of gold"

The Domino Twins, Fives and Echo: Lion and Cougar respectively.

For Fives, he's brave, he's charismatic, a leader. The lion is a typical symbol of such. Clones are also meant to work TOGETHER, and of course lions work together, and lion brothers especially. Lions are also pretty powerful and tough, and Fives is an ARC trooper! He's tough, he's skilled, so he gets something equally so.

As for Echo, he gets a feline like Fives, because they ARE a package deal after all. However, Echo is still significantly different from Fives, so a different cat. When I think of Echo, I think of how ADAPTABLE he has become. A far cry from the cadet "who couldn't adapt". Cougars, aka Mountain Lions, or Pumas, are pretty adaptable. Not specialists, which is a good thing in the wild. They have a huge range all over North and South America, from mountains, to open plains, hot deserts to lush forests and swamplands. The cougar has adapted to a wide range of ecosystems! Also....they can be very chatty, making all kinds of squeaks, purrs, chirps, hisses, screams, and growls. And well, Echo was pretty chatty, repeating orders and such.

Jesse: Tuatara

Do NOT mistake the cute little guy for a lizard! Tuataras are a native reptile of Aoteroa/New Zealand, and only found there. They are the last of their kind, the order Rhyncocephalians, NOT lizards despite the appearence. They have a kind of "third eye" that's sensitive to light. Now I wanted at least one of the clones to have a NZ native animal, and Jesse gives me the vibe that he'd have a reptile for a pet if he could. So I gave him this unique reptile. Also, like the Tuatara, Jesse is kind of the "last of his kind" in regards to being Rex's last named member of the 501st (Echo having joined TBB, and Kix gones missing)

Kix: Caracal

Ok to be honest, I'm not ENTIRELY sure why I chose this kitty for Kix, but something about it said "Kix" to me. The long tufts on the ears give it a sort of elegance, and of course we like to think Kix has a small sense of vanity about him, what with those intricately shaved lightning bolts in his hair, and admiring himself in the mirror.

Hardcase: Moluccan Cockatoo.

Honestly, if any animal could be the manifestation of ADHD, it's gotta be a cockatoo! LOUD, energetic, fun loving, but also SMART and clever, it just screams Hardcase to me. He likes to have fun, can't sit still, but he's also a highly competent soldier, social, and probably destructive if he gets too bored. A parrot of some sort fits him nicely I think.

Tup: Sea Otter

Of course Tup gets something cute! However, despite their cuteness, Sea Otters ARE still predators, and WILL bite if you harass them! They also meticulously care for their fur, and Tup probably has his own hair care routine due to having long hair. Otters are also clever little beasts, and it was TUP'S quick and clever thinking that allowed them to take down Krell! Tup was vital both for taking Krell down, and setting Fives on the path to discovering the chips, and Rex learning of them, etc etc. A huge domino effect that led to end of the Empire really. And sea otters are VITAL keystone species in their ecosystems of kelp forests. A health population of sea otters equals a healthy kelp forest environment and all the other animals who live there.

Dogma: Budgett's Frog

Heheheh If you know you know! (*coughFrogmacough*) But honestly, I'mma just link to the post that inspired the idea, because I can't associate him with anything else now.

The Bad Batch

Hunter: Ocelot

Hunter's mutations allow him to essentially be a stealthy well...hunter. And of course, what animal better showcase a "stealthy predator" than a cat? However unlike the other clones who have kitty daemons/familiars, Hunter's is much smaller, but no less fierce and skilled. I also like the idea that the ocelot's markings, kinda resembling Hunter's tattoo. Hunter also has a "smokier" husky voice compared to his brothers, and ocelots....well.... they make some interesting noises.

Crosshair: Black Mamba

I can't imagine Crosshair with anything but a snake! I know we all like to joke about him being a grumpy cat, but from the moment I first saw this character, I thought "deadly snake". Even the way DBB plays the character, and his voice, "very calculated and deliberate" feels very snake-like to me. He doesn't say much, is the quietest of the bunch, and snakes are often pretty quiet. The Black Mamba in particular also has an infamous deadly reputation, that I feel fits Crosshair pretty well.

Wrecker: Grizzly Bear

Naturally, Wrecker gets an animal often associated with strength and power, but at the same time soft and warm (Mama Bear, Teddy Bears) So a bear fits him perfectly I think. Bears are big, strong, tough, dangerous, but also protective (do NOT get between a bear and her cubs, it'll be the last thing you ever do) and we've seen how fiercely protective, but loving Wrecker is towards the people he cares about, especially Omega. Also, Wrecker clearly likes to fish, and eat good food, and of course bears love to fish in rivers and will eat just about anything. They'll hunt, scavenge, or forage for food. Bears are also smarter than some people think too, and Wrecker is smarter than a lot of folks make him out to be. (man built a mobile cannon out of scrap and within minutes!)

Tech: Crow

Crows. Are. Fucking. SCARY SMART! Like, if any animal evolves sapience like us next, I'd believe it's gonna be crows! Tech is curious, highly intelligent and skilled, a problem solver. Just like crows. THese birds use tools, learn fast, are inquisitive, and CHATTY! (I've got a small family of crows living the area I do, and I hear them a lot) They are also astounding mimics, and Tech records everything. Yet crows are also fiercely loyal to their flock (or "murder" if you will) you mess with one, you mess with them ALL! Tech is quite similar. He may not be confrontational, but you threaten his family, and he WILL retaliate and remember!

Omega: Red Panda

Now, Omega's daemon/familiar would still be unsettled, but once it does I imagine it becomes a red panda. Of course she'd have something cute. She just really gives me red panda vibes to be honest.

Commanders

Cody: Siberian Tiger

The Marshall Commander Cody gets the largest cat, the Siberian Tiger. With similar traits and associations as the lion (Fives), but still vastly distinct. Strong, charismatic, beautiful. A tiger fits Cody well in my opinion, and I can easily imagine the facial stripes mimicking his scar's pattern.

Wolffe and Fox: Wolf and Red Fox respectively

Yep, what it says on the tin. Would you expect anything less? But in all seriousness, their namesakes DO suit them quite well. Wolffe is loyal to his brothers, his "pack" to a fault. Wolves have strong ties to their packs, their family units, often associated with such.

Fox of course, lives and works on Coruscant, the big city. Foxes are adaptable, and can easily adapt to urban living if need be, better than other wild canine species. They've also got a bad reputation, and lots of people hate them. Fox gets a lot of hate in the fandom (especially outside of tumblr), but it's greatly exaggerated, and he's just as much a victim as Fives.

Bly: Coyote

Ok to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I chose a coyote. It just....felt right? Maybe to tie him in with Wolffe and Fox.

Other Clones

Howzer: Elk

Howzer was....difficult to be honest. I had enough carnivorous daemons for the clones, I NEEDED an herbivore for SOMEONE. I went with an elk, or deer for Howzer. These animals are often associated with pride, beauty, and elegance. Howzer is proud of being a clone, a soldier, a good man who protects others. He's also of course quite handsome lets be honest. Now, elk are NOT to be underestimated. They are bigger than you think (but not MOOSE big), and deadlier than you think too. Howzer may be a good, caring man, but he WILL FIGHT fiercely and is deadly in his own right.

Mayday: Snow Leopard

Mayday's gotta have something adapted to the cold, mountainous landscape we met him on. A snow leopard just...fits his whole vibe honestly. A stealthy, deadly hunter perfectly adapted to its domain; Mayday has had to adapt to the harsh conditions of the planet he was stuck on. However there was also a sort of charm to Mayday, we were instantly drawn to him, and snow leopards certainly have an alluring charm too.

Gregor: Hyena

Gregor has the hyena! Not just for his laugh, but Gregor is a COMMANDO clone. He's tough as hell, and survived stuff he shouldn't have and keeps fighting! Hyena's are tough, powerful, tenacious animals. Easily able to go toe-to-toe with other large predators like lions. However they're also pretty smart too, and Gregor is also pretty clever. Hyenas are also social, capable hunters. Gregor values his brothers, and enjoys a good Joopa hunt!

Ok....*sigh* That....that was really long.... But that is basically what I've got!

[carakook]

Hi 🥲

So.... remember how I said I'd be back before? Lol, well right after that post some shit happened and it honestly made me not even want to open tumblr anymore. I won't go into deep detail of course, because I wish nothing for the best for these people. However I had some friends that were not actually friends, and some of them took things too far within our friend group. Long story short, I lost a good chunk of the friends I previously mentioned in my post, and some of them knew about my tumblr account (even though I did not give it out freely, they just found it and shared it with each other) and they were sending me asks pretty much making fun of me. Mocking my writing and my love for BTS in general. I also was sent screen shots of them talking badly about my writing, and it really just made me feel insecure, angry, and sad. This isn't everything that happened of course, but it is the reason I have not posted or even been on tumblr in months. It's immature really, I'm 26 years old, and don't have time to be dealing with bullshit like that. But, I do suffer from mental health issues (I'm sure you guys could tell, huh? ADHD and Anxiety gang wya?) and anxiety is a big thing for me. This entire situation really messed with me, but made my anxiety flare up horribly. So when this started happening, I got really bad anxiety about posting and interacting on tumblr in general. I had a lot of irl stuff going on too, and it felt like my safe space to be creative and cope with that shit was intruded on. All of this is to say that I'm sorry I didn't come back when I said I would, literally the week I was going to finish Bloom, this happened. A lot of stuff came to light, and then my tumblr asks were invaded, and I just felt burnt out and lost my spark. But I do wanna say thank you to J and K for being such good friends to me throughout all of this, they have been encouraging me to pick up my story and even make new ones. I love them a lot, they are probably some of the best friends I have ever had and they have been so helpful throughout all of this. The good news is, I am feeling a lot better about it all now. We have all moved on, and my anxiety is gone because I got over it. Just don't care anymore really. I'm more at peace. So I think I am ready to come back! I also wanna thank the author of Mutual Help, @personasintro, I don't know her personally but she recently uploaded a new chapter of Mutual Help (if you have not read it, and you are a Jungkook lover, GO READ IT??? IT IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV FF EVER.) and that heavily got me in the mood to write again. Her writing is beautiful, and she always inspires me. So thank you Mimi for being as amazing as you are. <3 I am sorry again for being gone so long, but I want to come back. I love writing and I love BTS, other groups too, and I really love being delulu and turning it into little stories. So I hope you can all welcome me back and get excited. I won't give a timeframe yet, but I will be uploading the new chapter of Bloom very soon. Might have some smaller stories posted while I work on Bloom and refresh my brain. I have some work stuff I need to catch up on, and then my focus will be on Bloom. In the meantime, how are you all doing? Are you eating well?? Getting rest? Anything new? Taking care of yourselves? I'd love to hear. I have really missed you all so much, and god I have missed tumblr. It took a lot for me to open the app recently, but after I finally did, I realized everything is ok. To those who have waited for me patiently, thank you so much, I love you more than you understand. I can't wait to start again! I have a lot of stuff planned for the future, and I still have Metamorphosis to upload. So please bare with me while I get back into the swing of things.

P.S, shoutout to @wearentdelulu, she’s my best friend and has helped me a lot. She’s recently started writing stories on tumblr, please check out her page. She’s an amazing writer. But beyond her writing, she’s a great friend and inspires me to be better every day. She is a big reason I want to come back to you guys, knowing she’s here gives me courage and inspiration, so thank you J. 💖

[spicyicetea]

OK OK OK

I've been so distracted by Submas recently. They are my favourite train boys, they make my Autism go Brrrr. Lowkey such a simp but recently I’ve fallen down AU rabbit holes. My favourite by far is a Story by @onestepbackwards called Our Angel which is a Greaser!Submas x reader AU.

Firstly if you haven’t yet read what is up currently, DO IT. It is so good, all of their work is, and it low-key has made me feel so much better as I’ve been unwell recently and I’ve even used some of their stuff to calm down from anxiety attacks. I can’t recommend a writer more right now, and please treat yourself and check them out. If you do just remember to be respectful and please don’t bother them too much about writing more, gotta keep respectful boundaries after all :)

Secondly, after reading their story, and then gobbling every other bit of Greaser!Submas I could get my little fingys on, I decided to draw the brothers from the AU in the way I pictured them in my head. These are most likely not accurate at all to how they picture these boys but I was just doing this because ADHD suddenly decided what we were doing for the next hour or so. This took me far longer to finish than I meant so I hope people like this, I had to do the boys justice and I’ve never drawn them in my style before. So here! I was going to get rid of the top bust shots where I was trying to figure out how to draw their hair and make them look different but I left it in cause I kinda like them.

If you’re interested in the Greaser AU, then again check out @onestepbackwards. When going through the #Greaser!Submas I also stumbled upon @r0-boat and @smallestapplin who also have incredible stuff written, I enjoy all of the stuff I’ve read so far from them. I already knew of @yanban-san as I stumbled across them a few months ago and they do a ton more AU!Submas and their art is incredible.

I know from when I use my Laptop to write my longer fics that sometimes the @ play up so I might write the @ again in a comment as those have never gone overly buggy for me, but I don’t know. If you’re one of the cool people I’ve mentioned:

Friends? and yes this is really a demand not a question /j

Your stuff is so cool, so please excuse my fangirling, I just couldn’t not talk about it somewhere.

That's my rant over, night everyone!

[fruitcoops]

Hello Eve! How are you? I’ve been thinking about the head canon of Finn having ADHD. And I was wondering if you could please write something about that? Maybe him struggling during college, talking to Logan about it and Lo listening to him, helping him however he can, or just something along those lines. Thank youu! 💛

Harvard FinnLo my beloathed (affectionate). Combined with a prompt for Logan struggling to remember English, because obviously they aren't suffering enough. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Can you sit still for one fucking second?” Logan snaps.

Finn fixes him with a withering look across the table. “I’d love to, but you’re breathing so goddamn loud that you’re about to blow me away.”

The bouncing of his knee grows faster, rattling Logan’s chair. He grinds his teeth. It’s worse when he knows it’s on purpose. “Real mature.”

“Like you’d know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think it means?” Finn counters snottily.

Logan feels his face heat. “That’s not an answer.”

“Duh, it’s a question.”

He doesn’t like it when Finn does this—twists his words around, upside down and backwards until Logan can’t keep it straight in his head anymore. Finn plays with words like a toddler in a sandbox and it’s fun, it’s fine, it’s fascinating. English sounds so interesting in Finn’s mouth. But then he pulls this bullshit, and Logan has no patience for it. “Can you put a crumb of effort into an actual answer, please?” he grits out.

Finn’s gaze is back on his book. His brows knit in the middle and he flicks to a new page as if Logan isn’t worth the second it’ll take to look at him, and that grates at him more than the knee-bouncing and word-spinning put together.

“Hey,” he demands.

“What?” Finn mimics.

“You’re being a dick. Stop it.”

That gets him a disbelieving glance. “Okay, projection.”

It takes him a moment to make sense of that, but when he does, he clenches his fists on the plastic cover of his economics textbook hard enough to make it squeak. His brain is tired. He’s tired. Technical English makes him want to tear his hair out and scream, even though he can’t do that, because Finn is there and studying and Logan is polite.

“What’re you all worked up about, anyway?” Finn mutters, slumping in his chair.

“I’m not worked up.” It comes out petulant. Even Logan can tell.

“Yes, you are. You’re bitchier than usual.”

“God—I am not!” Finn’s knee is bouncing again. Briefly, Logan wonders if his textbook is heavy enough to do real damage, or if it’ll just leave Finn’s forehead with a nice reminder to shut the fuck up sometimes. He straightens his legs out and kicks Finn under the table.

“Ow!”

“Stop bouncing!”

“Stop being an asshole!”

“It’s impossible for you to be nice, isn’t it?”

Finn reddens from his neck to the tips of his ears. “I’m not the one biting people’s heads off every five minutes!”

“I’ve never bitten anyone,” Logan says hotly.

“That’s not what that means, Logan!”

Mortification hits him like a fist to the gut but it is far too late to stop now. Embarrassment is gasoline to Logan’s fire. “I don’t care about your stupid words! They don’t make you any less annoying!”

Logan snaps his mouth shut a split second too late. He wishes he could trap the words with it. For a moment, he thinks Finn is going to hit him, but the look of genuine upset that shifts over his face hurts worse than a punch ever could.

It’s gone as fast as it arrived. Finn closes his book, not bothering to mark his page, and sets it on the table. His hand trembles lightly. Logan wants to combust, just so he doesn’t have to watch Finn forcibly control his expression. He takes his bag off the chair and leaves without a word.

The front door closes with the gentlest sound he’s ever heard. He stares at his textbook, shiny paper covered in black ink he can only begin to make sense of after hours upon hours. He hadn’t been brave enough to ask Finn to help him work through it; it seemed like an imposition. An interruption. Finn had enough on his plate already, and Logan had no right to ask him to drop everything to help him do something a first-grader could handle.

“Dude.”

Logan jumps, slamming the book closed.

In the doorway to the kitchen, Percy watches him like he’s a cornered lynx. “You good?”

He seems to regret asking, if his immediate wince is any indication. Logan’s stomach turns. He doesn’t bother taking his bag when he leaves.

--

He finds Finn on the Commons, a speck of shiny copper against a sea of spring green. It’s chilly today. A few groups dot the field, but Finn is mostly alone in his sun patch. His hands are folded over his stomach and his head is pillowed on his bag. It can’t be comfortable. Logan knows how many books he packs in that thing.

He wishes he had brought his backpack, just for something to hold.

Finn’s taken his shoes and socks off, he notes as he trudges closer. One knee is bent, splayed to the side at a casual angle that shows the flex of his thigh beneath a layer of denim. The wind gusts over him and flutters the hem of his shirt.

His eyebrow twitches when Logan hits the meter mark, but he doesn’t so much as breathe differently.

Logan stops next to his shoulder. His shadow cuts over the top half of Finn’s face. “You’re going to get a sunburn.”

Finn doesn’t answer.

“You’re not annoying. I don’t think you are.”

Finn doesn’t answer.

His chest constricts. It’s so stupid that seeing Finn in the slightest bit of pain makes him want to throw himself over a grenade. Especially when he’s the cause of it half the time.

More than half.

He’s so stupid.

He flops on the grass by Finn’s shoulder and folds his legs up, resting his chin on top. It’s a nice day despite the wind. “I’m sorry, Fish.”

A few heartbeats pass. A sparrow flits between the trees. “I can’t help it.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Finn cracks an eye open at last, and it’s so pleading. It’s so horrible. Logan wishes he was one of the ants marching along through the tall grass, incapable of feeling the guilt that drowns him.

“I do.” The worst part is, he does.

“ ‘Cause I try.” Finn clears his throat and opens his eyes, though he keeps them trained on his hands. His usual fidgeting—which Logan has sort of always appreciated as a comfort—is absent. “I really try, Lo.”

Lo. That’s good. That’s progress. It’s not forgiveness, but it’s more than Logan deserves. He stretches out along Finn’s side, studiously ignoring the root poking his back and maintaining a respectful distance of two inches between them. “You’re nicer than anyone I know,” he says quietly. “Because you try. You share coffee and headphones and—and whatever the fuck else someone asks for. You’re so nice. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Finn turns that over in his head, watching the sky with half a squint. “Then why’d you say it?”

“I’m an asshole.”

“Yeah.” A smile wiggles loose at the side of his mouth. Finn tilts his head just enough to glance at him before straightening again. “Yeah, you are.”

“And I do care about your words, by the way.” I care about you. “So that was also a lie.”

Finn snorts under his breath. “Anything true?”

“…you were being kind of a dick.”

A pointy knee jabs into the meat of his thigh; Logan reaches out and whacks him blindly on the stomach. They’re both laughing by the time he brings his hand back to his own body and Logan has never been so glad to see Finn’s nose wrinkle the way it does. He can do damage, but he can fix it. With Finn, it’s never irreparable.

“I’ve been stuck on page 135 for an hour and a half,” Finn finally says with a shake of his head. “Just…stuck. I hate that feeling.”

“It took me five hours to get to page six,” Logan admits. The bitterness of shame is lighter in his mouth when Finn hums. Funny how that works.

“That boring?”

He swallows, lacing his fingers together over his navel. “Can’t fuckin’ read half of it.”

Finn pauses for a second, then turns to look at him. “You could’ve asked me.”

“You were busy.”

“You can always ask.”

Emotion builds in Logan’s belly and threatens his chest. He presses down to keep it there. “Like I said. You’re nice.”

“Lo, you’re my best friend.” There’s a rustle in the grass as Finn shuffles over, prodding him with gentle insistence. “Come on, you know that. I want to help.”

“I want to be able to read.”

“I want to be able to sit down and focus for more than twelve minutes at a time, but here we are, on the grass, not doing any of that.”

Logan smiles down at his hands. A butterfly soars over the toe of Finn’s sneaker. It’s a shit hand to be dealt, suffering through every class that requires complicated English. It’s demeaning. It’s frustrating. He’s getting better, understanding more, but it always feels like he’s not doing it fast enough. Things keep changing and years keep passing and the material just gets harder every time.

Except Finn. Finn doesn’t go anywhere at all.

He lays his head back in the grass; the muscles of his neck relax and he sees Finn do the same in his periphery. He waits until a bird-shaped wisp of cloud floats the width of the field before nudging Finn’s ankle with his shoe. “I’ll balance your budget if you read me the first chapter of my textbook.”

“…tempting.”

“And I’ll get you a pork sandwich.”

“Deal,” Finn says without hesitation.

[tinyhuman826]

Hop headcanons next please🥺

Pokemon SWSH - Hop Headcanons (General)

YES SOMEONE WHO SHARES THE LOVE FOR PRECIOUS HOP!!! I honestly feel so bad for him cuz he always is trying his best and ended up not getting it I felt so bad :( but here's some headcanons as requested :D

Ok so right off the bat Hop has ADHD. Have you seen how much energy the kid has?? Honestly goals I need that energy

Everyone kinda takes him to be a super positive ball of sunshine 24/7 but not only is that unrealistic, Hop would not be that way all the time

Like he totally tries to hide it but he was crushed not being able to be the Champion. He settled for Professor to try and distract himself.

He felt like he was disappointing his brother and his parents

Poor guy probably has really bad anxiety :(

But on a happier note, he has many fond memories with his family and his Pokemon

When he was a kid his favorite activity was rolling down hills in the Wild Area with the Wooloo

Also really loved camping with Leon, but never went too far because Lee would get them lost

I'm sorry but if you don't think that Hop and Leon have gone flying around with Charizard you are simply incorrect

He still believes Santa is real

Thank Leon for dressing up every year

I feel like he has a plant. Maybe a mini cactus or something. Idk

Oh but it's a fake plant. Because he's killed so many forgetting to water them to the point where it's just plastic

But that's ok because it makes him happy

He likes going to the battle cafe, it gives his Pokemon a fun challenge and they all get to have a sweet treat after

Overall he's just a sweet kid doing his best and that's all anyone can really ask for

[bloxtales-dawn-of-timeau]

{"Hey Sheddy... There's people with us..."}

"I know. I don't want to acknowledge them yet."

-🗡---⏳️---🌐---🔨---🍗-

[EDIT: I'm gonna edit this shit a lot. Please expect changes]

📝INFO - Heya this is an Ask blog/Story blog for My Blocktales AU, Blox Tales: Dawn of Time. Also, I made this Blog intending to have a Shedletsky Ask Blog with my twist, but I decided to include him alongside my Main OC, Coiler also known as Player or Daniel! It'll be mostly text with some Gacha Life 2 images (ADHD is a nightmare). But If I had enough motivation, there would be drawings! (I'm not a great artist. Believe me) Also, this is my first ask blog!

🚫DNI REQUIREMENTS - No pedophiles, or other gross stuff. The Poster is uncomfortable with those stuff, so stay veryyyy far away.

💖SHIPS - The Main Ship is between Shedletsky and Coiler, but any ships are indeed allowed and They can be shipped with anyone you want. (Pls note: Shedletsky and Brighteyes are just friends in my AU and are not married)

📔AU - While this is not yet a complete Au, it's still an AU. Which means a lot of things will be different. If you don't like that, you can create your own Ask blog. Nothing is stopping you. But please note, this is fanfiction and any person that is mentioned or appears here is only the character and not the real person.

Anyway, This is my AU:

This is a Block Tales x The Robloxian: Until Dawn au but there are major changes. (Like Myths, YouTubers, and popular Players exist, and other games appear are mentioned) The Crossover is only gonna be between the characters, and Coiler's flashback.

The Guardians are a special rank in the administration group, and have a weaker version of the admin command. They are the wielders of the SFOTH swords and have been assigned by the swords themselves to protect it. Though sometimes, the sword goes rouge and kills its wielder to be wielded by a new one (For example, The Ice Dagger killed its user and handed itself to Cruel King)

Roblox (The character) is the one that send Coiler and Guest 333 back in time to save Builderman and Erik.cassel before its too late.

Instead of being alone, Coiler is joined by his past self, Dylan (Before he became a Guardian), Noobin (Saw noob past self), and Gust (Guest's past self).

They are also joined by Guest 333 also known as "Viewer" or "Viny", He's a white hat hacker (like Inc0mu) fighting against the evil myths/hackers/admins/players, He died but he managed to give Roblox a piece of his code that serves as his current vessel. He's a replacement for the Heal pads and will not be fighting as he's still recovering.

No one except Shedletsky, Mayor Thaniyel, and The bosses know that Coiler has a team as they often split up and then regroup when near the boss area, and everyone thinks that he defeated the bosses alone

In Demo 3, instead of fighting 4 emotions, he'll be fighting 5 emotions. GREED and SOLITUDE are replaced by DOUBT and ENVY. The new emotion, GUILT, will replace HATRED as the final boss, They each represent each party member's strongest negative emotion. (DOUBT = Gust, ENVY = Dylan, FEAR = Viny, HATRED = Noobin, and lastly GUILT = Coiler)

Griefer survives stabbing his food, but his right leg is now gone. He still hears voices but it's faint, He's sometimes dragged by Gust to join them, much to Noobin's annoyance.

Coiler, and sometimes the entire group visit the other places when they get bored, and often had to fight rouge player

It's been 6 months since Coiler and Viny start their journey to prevent the future. Because why would it take just a few days to get the swords? They have to atleast have breaks and challenges.

[IF YOU WANT MORE LORE OR INFORMATION, JUST ASK ME. I'll RESPOND IF I HAVE THE TIME]

👤CHARACTERS - The Main characters will be Coiler, and Shedletsky. And the side characters will be Viny, Dylan, Noobin and Gust. But other characters can appear and take over too!

📝TEXT GUIDE -

Texts associated with Coiler is Pink

Texts associated with Shedletsky is orange

Characters like Viny, Noobin, Gust and Dylan will have their own colored texts, while other characters has their unique texts

Coiler and other Admins talks with a curly brakets, Viny, Benjamin, and Zabriel (Kitchen Wizard) talk with a Parentheses (because they're considered dead), Gust talk with square braket cus he's mute, and other have quotation marks.

🔖TAGS -

#"{What's Up?}" - Coiler & Shedletsky ask

#"{Living the life}" - Coiler & Shedletsky post

#<Um... hi?> - The poster interaction

#{"Can answer that."} - Coiler ask

#{"I keep seeing memories...} - Coiler post

#"This is a good distraction from my life." - Shedletsky ask

#"I'm worried about my mental health" - Shedletsky post

#(You feel like being watched) - Viny mentioned

#(A wild code appear!) - Viny featured

#*Causing Chaos* - Dylan/Noobin/Gust mentioned

#"The kids are here!" - Dylan/Noobin/ Gust featured

#"I wonder where are they..." - other characters mentioned

#"There you are." - Other characters featured

#<OOC TIME!!!> - OOC/Normal posts

#<If only it didn't happen...> - Backstory Posts

#<Back to Game!> - Story posts

[Note: Some tags are the posters reaction]

[anulithots]

if I'm aroflux, it'd be pretty funny. Because 'aroflux' makes it seem like I ebb and flow seemlessly into not having romantic feelings to having romantic feelings.

But nope. Like my inattentive adhd feelings that explode and emulsify and condense into black holes before blossoming into supernovas... my romantic feelings are the same. Go figure.

For a few days I'll have the most soul-crushing sort of crush. brain has gone crazy. heart hurts. I'll start shipping characters like crazy and hope and plead and thoughts churn and crackle with logistics on why it would never work ever ever ever. And at the same time I'm not sure if its just the idea of romance. Romance with an idea. Junoon. Madness. So intoxicated with an idea that I'll gladly drown in it. THe madness. I now understand the madness.

Then its 'I want to be your friend so bad.' Ew romance. That just takes away from how much dynamics work. I'll pick apart and analyze your personality in relation to everyone else so I can figure out what roles you put yourself in, what you mean to everyone else. I hope I don't grow far from my siblings because I need them. Remember feeling like tht a week ago? weird. I need everyone, my cherished people. I'll gladly hole myself in the moss-covered notch beneath a tree root. please join my little hoard and we'll talk for hours. I'll be fine with a cat I think. I can't be alone so romantic partners are just an achievement to know I'm good enough for someone to want to spend time with me. There's so many different types of affection by the stars I'll write poetry about cast over days and the tumble and fall of acorns.

I'm so tired of trying to stitch myself and bleed at the seams, just to convince myself I'm allowed to live.. brain can't you let me feel things as I do? Wild and too much but its okay its okay its okay

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PLEASE tell me about your ocs 🤲

so this will be a quick summary of everyone I ever mentioned on here (they are not the only aa ocs I have):

- umaru keigo: a medic, a prosecutor, a criminal, a postman, a coward, an incredibly courageous person, the kindest soul, the servant of evil and a malewife all rolled into one. I have a separate post about him and his story! fun fact he lived with manfred von karma. for fifteen years.

- hanma tsumugi: I don't think the world is ready. not yet. but long story short she's a villain she's a tragedy she's irredeemable and unlovable but only because she decided so she's a monster because she kept choosing to be she kept choosing to be a monster because she thought she had no other choice. she's too far gone and I'm not just saying this to convince you she's not, she truly is. she thinks she's the lesser of all evils and does what she need to do to keep her power. she does absolutely horrible things. she thinks she will crumble the second she's left without her power. the sad truth is, it's true.

- basil bonerath: the worst one to ever do it, professional sherlock holmes impersonator, except his sherlock is an absolute dickhead and doesn't even have a watson, a detective in the police force who constantly says all the cops are unreliable corrupt idiots and he's only here because he couldn't make it as private, I unintentionally wrote him to be the most adhd person in the room at any given time, he views all of the events around him as his very own detective story and all the people around him as fictional characters, he assigns most people the role of the background idiot aside from when you impress him, in that case you're either his Villain, whom he has a passion for bordering on erotic, or his mythical Equal who he will never miss an opportunity to pleasantly chat with, meaning he will talk your ears off, and if he deems you as Equal he will inevitably at some point be disappointed in you

- olivia gant: damon's daughter who he loves so so much but unfortunately he could never protect her from the truth! an aspiring social worker (I also thought about giving her a change of majors and getting her to go to politics instead but I'm thinking about it!)

i have many more characters, but I'm kind of not in the space to talk about all the other ones right now,,! but thank you for asking