#this will be my first real tail since the one i had in middle school

[bravetheredfox]

I ordered a taxidermy red fox tail and it's supposed to come this week! I'm very excited. I'll post pictures of it once it gets here. 🦊💚

[pinksugarscrub]

Starstruck

Hobie Brown x fem! musician! reader

Recap: Yuri’s too busy when you come back to scold you. So the rest of your shift goes smoothly. Your mind drifting to the boy every once in a while. A small smile on your lips. The phone rings and your bliss is broken. You hold your breath as insult after insult hits your ear through the receiver. You feel like an idiot. The boy’s pretty face fading into obscurity. You blink back tears as you talk with the real Miguel O'Hara. What a shitty night.

Part(s): Prologue, 1, ???

Word Count: 2,013

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Gwendolyn Stacy, your best friend since middle school and you have a dinky friendship bracelet to prove it. You told her everything and I mean everything but for some odd reason you felt too ashamed to even mention what’s his face. So instead you turned to the only other person you shared your life with and that was Mary Jane Watson, better known as MJ. 

“Motherf-”

“Language,” you sigh. Stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your eyes following Mary Jane as she shuffles across the room. Two different shades of purple fabric in her perfectly manicured fingers.

“Sorry,” she grumbles. Rolling her eyes as she bites her tongue. It was pretty irritating how calm you were being after spilling your guts out to her earlier. There are even still tear stains on your cheeks. “But aren’t you mad? I mean come on (y/n), that was pretty messed up.”

“I never said I wasn’t mad,” you mumble. Sticking your spoon back into the tub when you notice Spider-man strutting up to you. His striped tail brushing against your ankle as he waited patiently for you to lift him up. 

The tabby purrs as soon as you place him into your lap. Gently scratching his chin to distract yourself from MJ’s stare. The anger swirling behind her eyes diminishes when she realizes how deeply this has affected you. “So, what do you feel?”

Your face scrunches up as you try to come up with a proper answer. Anything that makes you seem like less of a crybaby. “I don’t know…I just…” you sigh again,“I just feel really stupid.”

“But it wasn’t your fault,” she retorts.

“It was my fault MJ!” Your voice wavering as you lean back into the soft and plush pillows of her bed. Holding Spider-man closer to your chest and burying your nose into his fur. Effectively muffling your words. “I let some dumb guy distract me and Yuri had to pay for my mistake…”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” MJ huffs. Placing her hands on her hips as she eyes you. “Yuri? You know she can handle anything anyone throws at her. She’s practically a soldier.”

“I know, I know,” you whine. “He just- he played me ok!?” Sniffling as you held Spider-man above you. “Right?”

Spider-man blinks. 

“See? Even he agrees!”

MJ rolls her eyes again. You seem to bring it out in her. “Ok fine, you’re an idiot and you deserved what you got.”

You gasp, cradling spider-man to your chest. “Mary Jane Watson!”

She quirks her eyebrows up while shrugging her shoulders. Going back to sifting through her dresser for pearl beads and tiny sequins. “What is it about this guy that has you so twisted? I mean, this isn’t the first time you’ve fumbled a guy.”

“Thank you very much for that,” you deadpanned. “This greatly improves my already low self esteem and twisted? What is this 1984?”

It’s MJ’s turn to be appalled as she tosses a pillow over your head. “Will you shut up about that! I’m only a few years older than you.” She huffs as she smacks another pillow over your head after you pull the previous one away from your face. 

“What was that senior citizen? I can’t hear you over the deafening sound of my self loathing.”

She groans as she smacks you once more. “Stop avoiding me and answer my question already.” 

You sigh as you sink down onto the floor. Dramatically of course. Your daily visits wouldn’t be complete without a dose of insanity. 

It takes you a few moments to collect yourself and finally decide to say what’s been on your mind. Your fingers digging into your palms. “Do you remember the story of how my parents met?”

MJ hums, taking a seat beside you but not without carefully adjusting her skirt. Sitting elegantly as she brushed her hand through your hair which cause Spider-Man to get jealous and saunter over again. “Of course. He saw her from across the room at a venue he was performing at. They instantly felt a connection and he spent weeks trying to find her after only knowing her name.”

You follow along with her explanation. Mouthing word for word considering you had memorized your parent’s love story by heart. 

“So this has something to do with you being a hopeless romantic?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?” You snap. MJ puts her hands up in mock surrender.

You sigh again as you stare up at the ceiling. “My mom told me it was his smile that caught her. I never really understood why until…” You cough and clear your throat as you close your eyes. Cringing as you felt your cheeks heat up. “He had a nice smile.”

MJ’s eyes soften. “I see…” 

“I just…” You rub your hands over your face. Sprawling out like a starfish or in this case, a puddle. “I kind of let the idea of the same thing happening to me get to my head. It was different.”

Groaning, you decide to change the subject. Not sure how much more humiliation you could take after admitting to your delusions.

It was hard not to want what your parents had. They were happy, content living in their two bedroom apartment singing songs in the morning and dancing in the evening. Aside from music, you wanted someone special in your life and after letting go of Miles in the name of friendship you were starting to lose hope. Oh, you weren’t supposed to mention that.

“Anyway, any last minute advice? School starts in less than a week,” you sing. Smiling weakly as you lightly punched her shoulder. 

It took everything within MJ not to scold you for avoiding your feelings. She knew first hand what it was like to bottle everything up. She couldn’t understand why you felt the need to do so. You didn’t live with an abusive father who didn’t support your dreams. Your family was ecstatic to send you to Visions, help you achieve your goals. But the more family dinners she was invited to the more she saw what was brewing beneath the surface. She just hoped you would see it sooner rather than later. 

For once, she indulged you and moved along. Sliding down so she was also on her back staring at the same dirty ceiling she gazed at late into the night wondering if she was doing the right thing. Every time you remind her she is.

“It’s not illegal if you don't get caught.”

You choke on your spit. Laughing as you looked over at her in disbelief. “You are a horrible influence.” 

MJ laughs along with you before wrapping her arm around your shoulder and holding you close. “You’re only seventeen once,” she whispers, “enjoy it.” 

There’s a moment of silence as you take in her words. Her face was one you had grown to love. Maybe because you felt like you lost your other best friend in the process of trying to be a good one. Either way, you wouldn’t trade her for the world.

“Noted.”

Your phone buzzes on MJ's bed and within minutes you’re emotionally sober again and heading home for dinner. "You coming?"

"What? And miss movie night?" MJ smiles. Grabbing her jacket and her keys.

Movie nights were spectacular. You would savor the last few days of summer vacation because soon enough you would resume your normal routine as a high school student. Forgetting all about the cute boy with dimples. You guarantee it.

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Midtown lockers consisted of stickers, graffiti, or lack of creativity. Yours was situated right next to Gwen’s. She dropped the -dolyn of her name after meeting Miles who coined the nickname. Speaking of which, Miles had been infatuated with her since freshman year. Well, your freshman year. He was still in middle school when the universe aka Mr. Harrington who was in charge of the academic decathlon, recruited them. You were excluded per lack of…how do you say? “Intelligence”. Public speaking wasn’t your strong suit.

You became their middle man because they were both hopeless and idiots. 

Ignoring the pain that eventually dulled into an ache. You walked with them, talked with them, and even traded seats with them so they could partner on assignments. Your group grew with the addition of Pavitir sophomore year. Gayatri the next. Which totally didn't make you feel more alone. 

The plan was to meet with everyone before the first bell rang but everyone seemed to be struggling with one thing or another. So for now you were left wandering the halls. Maybe you should learn a new hobby, join a new club? Club Rush wouldn’t be for another month though. 

Were you being ungrateful? Dissatisfied with what you had even though you had everything? Well, minus a boyfriend but that’s not necessarily a need. 

In the end you head to your first class early. Choosing a seat in the back you’re sure Miles will love so he can draw up tags. You and Miles share a statistics class this semester. You chalk it up to him being a genius who doesn’t even have to try too hard to pass. Lucky. 

The class slowly fills and at this point you’re just staring blankly at your desk and worry begins to gnaw at you the closer you get to the bell ringing. Miles is unsurprisingly absent but being late on the first day is a stretch, even for him. You know Mr. Davis and Mrs. Morales wouldn’t have it. 

A loud ring sets your stomach in knots but right as it starts the door swings open and oh no—

You’ve got to be kidding me

Your eyes meet and you want the world to swallow you whole. Out of all of the schools in the State of New York. There is no way he could be here. His address, what was his address? It was almost two districts away right? Right!?

Fuck

Your heart jumps when you come back to reality. He’s walking towards you, toward the only empty seat in the classroom aside from the one right by the door. Out of all the times Miles was late you’ve never wanted to scream at him more but at this point you just want him to be seated next to you. By falling from the ceiling or barreling through the window you don’t care! You would even settle for sitting next to Flash Thompson. The Flash Thompson.

You wouldn't survive an entire school year—your senior year—sitting next to a boy who obviously knows how charming he is and almost had you fired to get his kicks! Who does that? For pizza of all things!?

You pray by some miracle an earthquake hits but instead, you’re answered by the squeak of leather that you would recognize anywhere. You want to cry tears of joy at the sight of the red jordans entering the door followed by a sheepish looking Morales. 

“Mr. Morales, late on the first day.” 

Miles chuckles at the exasperated sigh that leaves your teacher’s lips. Rubbing the back of his neck before he shrugs off his bag. Easily setting it down on the desk beside you after turning in a familiar pink slip of paper that brands you as a troublesome student.

“Einstein said time was relative right?” He smiles but you can see the sweat dripping down his forehead. “Maybe I’m not late, maybe you guys are early.”

You would laugh if it weren’t for the fact you can’t tear your eyes away from the boy from before. He seems to feel the same sentiment except he doesn't look like he's on the verge of a panic attack. He quite easily takes a stride in the other direction. Sitting with an already disinterested look on his expression.

As soon as Miles is done being put under the spotlight you tug him down and his stool makes a loud screech that you opt to ignore and thankfully so does everyone else.

You're S-C-R-E-W-E-D. Screwed.

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[bunnybunlover]

How I realized I am objectum (specifically plushum):

When I was very little (though the memories are blurred) I remember spending at least like 10 minutes every morning kissing my plushies. I always had so many plushies that I adored. I think my first objectum “relationship” (I’d call it platonic) was with a Webkinz German Shepard I named Charlie. One day I lost him and never got him back and I was so upset for like months on end.

My life went on until around middle school (so I was like 11-13) I started seeing a new therapist and she had this one Beanie Baby in her office, it was a bird but I remember I loved holding him and I wasn’t entirely sure why but looking back now I think it was my first plush crush. I remember looking online for him and he was really expensive and I was really upset about it because there was no way my parents would buy me a Beanie Baby that cost that much. Eventually I stopped seeing that therapist and I kind of moved on but he would cross my mind every now and then.

During early high school I started going on walks more often and there’s a store near my house that sells Jellycat plushies and I remember looking and seeing this bunny. Oh my god, I was in love. I knew what it was and I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did about him but I bought him and took him home and became really attached to him. I still had those feelings about him though so I looked it up and discovered what plushophilia was and it clicked. He was my first real plushie love and I do miss his soft fur and floppy ears and cute tail. I believe my Mom accidentally donated him and I was a bit crushed.

When I was about 14-15 I rebounded to this penguin plush (can’t remember the brand or anything) and he became my best friend for a while but after I bit I drifted from him.

Now I’m in a relationship with my plushie of Bugs Bunny who is also my fictional other.

A few weeks ago I was at a friend’s house (he isn’t plushum or objectum but has many plushies) and he had a plushie of Bugs Bunny on his bed and I instantly started crushing on it. He noticed me looking at it and he told me I could hold him if I wanted. My life was changed from that moment, every time I go to see him I get reunited with that Bugs plushie. Unfortunately, the plush was sold out so I couldn’t get that exact one but I was desperate so I took to EBay.

And I saw him

I saw the most adorable 1991 Bugs Bunny plushie and I was instantly head-over-heels and I needed him. I bought him as soon as I had the money and he arrived. Ever since I revived him we’ve been inseparable.

I think I’ve truly been plushum for my whole life but didn’t really grasp what it was until I was older.

[monkeythefander]

Meet Me at the Bottom of the Ocean

Summary: Logan was scuba diving to take underwater photos, when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Was that a merman?

The title of this fanfic is lyrics from the song “Infinity” by Jaymes Young. This oneshot is based on a Logince Mer-AU drawing I made and posted on my Instagram and Tumblr (monkeythefander).

Content warning(s): None that I’m aware of, but let me know if I missed anything.

Click below the cut to read the fic

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Logan was currently scuba diving in the middle of the ocean. He took his boat out to this spot in hopes of getting nice pictures of the creatures under the sea. Logan worked as a photographer and typically took photos of people, so this different photo setup was enjoyable whenever he found the time to go scuba diving.

He was taking photos of a school of fish when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Logan turned in the direction of the movement to see something he couldn’t believe. There, trying to hide behind some coral was a merman. The merman had long reddish-brown hair that was styled in a braid. His hair had a white seashell in it. The merman had heterochromia; the left eye was green and the right one was red. There were freckles scattered across his face and bare torso. Lastly, there was a beautiful white tail with dark red fins.

Surely Logan had to be imagining things, merpeople weren’t real. He hadn’t ever imagined anything like this before though, and he wasn’t a super imaginative person anyway, so this must be real. He could try and touch the merman, just to be sure. If anything, this merman would just be scared once he realized Logan saw him and go away, allowing Logan to forget this ever happened.

Logan reached out a hand in the direction of the merman, and saw the merman’s eyes widen in surprise once he realized he’d been spotted. Instead of swimming away though like Logan hoped, the merman slowly approached Logan and held out a hand as well. When their hands touched, Logan couldn’t call this his imagination anymore. This merman was really here, and he was now smiling at Logan. The smile was the prettiest smile Logan had ever seen, and he felt himself blush. No! He can’t think like that. Having a crush on a merman is not a good idea. Nothing would ever come of this crush anyway, so he should just go.

Logan quickly pulled his hand out of the merman’s and swam up towards the surface. He got some photos so he could go now. Logan was tempted to look back at the merman, but resisted the urge to do so. No, he couldn’t let this crush happen. It wasn’t realistic.

Once he reached the surface, Logan swam the short distance to his boat and got onboard. He took off his scuba diving mask and flippers and sat down on the deck, taking calming breaths. He just saw a merman. Merpeople were real, and very attractive. He couldn’t process all this right now. Suddenly he heard something land on the deck of his boat. Logan got up and walked towards the sound to see a seashell. He then walked over the side of the boat and looked down to see the merman looking up at him from the water.

“Hello, fair human. I’m sorry if I scared you, I’ve never interacted with a human before and you offered me a hand…”

Logan felt flustered at the “fair human” comment. Was this merman flirting with him? Not only flirting, but he was apologizing, even though Logan was basically the one invading his space.

“Uh, it’s okay. I should apologize, after all the ocean is your home, not mine.”

“You’re okay too, I’m used to humans showing up every so often. I usually try to stay away, but you seemed interesting. What was that black object you were holding?”

“Oh, you mean my camera?” Logan held up the camera in his left hand. He had this camera for a few years now. He got it when he first became interested in underwater photography, since it was made a decent size and waterproof.

“Yeah. What does it do? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“Oh, it takes photos of things. I could show you how it works if you want.” Logan said, surprising himself. He was supposed to be avoiding interacting with the merman to try and ignore any possible feelings. This merman was so curious though, which was a trait Logan appreciated in people.

“Really? I’d love to see how it works. Do I need to get up onto your boat somehow?”

“Uh, do you need to stay in the water at all times? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, I can be out of the water for a bit. There’s some rocks over there if you want to sit over there with me.” The merman pointed towards a bunch of rocks a short distance away from the boat.

“Sure, that would work.” Logan smiled slightly at the merman and put his flippers and goggles back on, making sure he had a good hold of his camera before jumping into the water. Logan then followed the merman over towards the rocks and they both sat down.

“So, let me just set up the camera.” Logan said as he set the camera to take a selfie. The merman leaned a bit closer to Logan to get a look at the screen and smiled in amazement at the moving image of the two of them on the screen.

“That’s so cool! Is this a photo?” The merman asked curiously. Logan found himself fighting back a smile and blush at the merman’s joy and proximity to him.

“No, this is just the camera’ view of us. It will take a photo once I click this button, so if there’s a certain pose you want to do you can pick one now.

The merman nodded and wrapped an arm around Logan’s shoulders, smiling at the camera. The human felt flustered and almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing, but pulled himself together enough to click the photo button on the camera.

“Wow, it’s us. This photo looks amazing. You’re very talented.” The merman smiled softly at Logan.

“Thanks, that’s very kind of you to say. You look very nice in the photo.” Logan admits quietly.

“Are you calling me pretty, human? Oh, I should probably ask you for your name now. My name is Roman.”

“Oh, I forgot we didn’t exchange names. I’m Logan.”

“It’s nice to properly meet you, Logan. Since you seem to think I’m very pretty, and I happen to find you to be rather handsome, would you want to go on a date sometime? I could show you around the ocean, and you could get more photos along the way.”

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at this moment. Roman was asking him out? Should he say yes? He really wanted to say yes, despite them being from two different worlds. This arrangement might be unrealistic, and not work out in the long run, but he wanted to give it a try. He wanted to keep spending time with Roman. He wanted them to be curious and explore things together.

“Yes, I’d be happy to go on a date with you sometime. Would meeting up in five days work for you?” Logan asked hopefully.

“Yes, that works perfectly for me. I have to get going now, so I’ll see you then, my fair human.” Roman took Logan’s hand and kissed the back of it before going back into the water and swimming away.

Logan sat there for a moment, too flustered to say anything. Roman had kissed his hand. Logan probably won’t be able to take his mind off that kiss for a while now. He can’t wait to see the merman again.

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Endnotes: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this oneshot please consider leaving a like, comment and/or a reblog. The next fics in this Mer-AU series will probably be the first dates for Intruality and Logince.

-Monkey💜

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Links

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56120290

Logince Mer-AU drawing: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/751095311131361280/logan-goes-scuba-diving-and-sees-a-merman-he

Previous Mer-AU Oneshot: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/751234181902761984/i-hate-the-beach-but-i-stand-in-california-with

Next Oneshot: To be added

[unculturedmamoswine]

My fic for Forduary week 1: Childhood and school years!

This one is an HDM AU-- Ford's daemon settles and he's not that happy about it. Takes place in the same verse as this ficlet I posted a good while ago. (Short version of an HDM au: people's souls live outside their bodies in the shapes of animals. Kids' daemons can shapeshift but they settle into a permanent form during puberty.)

Ford settles first, not so long after his and Stanley’s Bar Mitzvah. He’s almost relieved. He kind of didn’t want Stan to be first, but he wouldn’t admit it to Stanley. It’s just that people expect Ford to be the more responsible one, and if his daemon’s settled, it’ll get people to take him more seriously. Stan wouldn’t understand that; his feelings would be hurt if he thought that Ford thought he was better than Stan. Not that he thinks that! Stan is the best. The best brother and friend and the bravest and toughest and most fun and lots of other stuff, besides. But he��s not very responsible, and Ford can’t even quite admit it to himself that he loves being seen as responsible when compared to Stan.

So Ford should be really glad that Elisheba’s settled. They’re the perfect age for it, right smack dab in the middle of the bell curve– they’re normal about something for once. It’s just that he can’t understand her form. They used to fantasize about what she’d become, like all kids probably do. Ellie loved to be an arctic tern– a bird that’s always migrating! And they can sleep while they’re flying! That would have been so cool! And she was a green iguana a lot, and even a Tasmanian tiger! Almost nobody had an extinct animal for a daemon– that would have been really impressive. And if it set them apart, made them even more different than their peers, who cared? Ford could take it. He’d had everyone making fun of him for his hands his whole life, he could stand it if people thought his daemon was too different or strange. But Ellie’s form, the thing she’s going to be forever, well. He’s just not sure about it.

Castor canadensis, North American beaver, isn’t really… him. Right? She isn’t anything particularly interesting or special. Nobody brilliant or noteworthy ever had a beaver for a daemon. No inventors or explorers or anything. In movies, do hard-boiled detectives or chiseled leading men have beavers for daemons? No, they don’t. The only beaver daemons in movies and on TV are laundresses or scolding mothers.

The only person Ford’s ever seen in real life with a beaver daemon is a mechanic. A Catholic mechanic with a beaver daemon and arthritis.

“I don’t really get it, Ellie,” says Elisabeth, Stan’s daemon. She’s on the floor of their room next to Elisheba, a red fox at the moment, sniffing at her. “Is being a beaver really that great?” She becomes a perfect copy of Elisheba and loudly smacks her tail against the living room floor. “Oh, that’s pretty fun!” They both laugh and slap the floor until they hear a distant shout from Dad.

“Okay, I guess the tail-slapping is alright,” Stan tells him skeptically, “but not that great. You could just drop one of your books on the floor and get the same effect.” Lisa pops into the air as a hornet and buzzes teasingly around Ford’s head.

“You’re just jealous,” he laughs as he bats Lisa away, wishing that he didn’t agree with Stanley.

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Ford kicks his feet against the hull of the Stan o’ War. He’s holding a schoolbook, but staring out at the ocean. He should be doing his homework while he waits for Stan to get out of detention, but instead he’s brooding. Elisheba sighs behind him, and Ford frowns. He doesn’t want to turn around and see her squat little form, her dopey face, her long orange teeth. It’s been two days since she settled, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“You’re just going to have to deal with it,” she says resentfully, breaking their hours-long silence.

“I don’t have to deal with anything. I’m fine. I’m happy! It’s good that we’ve settled,” Ford tells her, feeling his jaw settle into a mulish expression. He can hear her clawed forepaws dig into the planks of the deck. He rounds on her, ready to scold her for clawing up their dilapidated wreck, but he looks straight into her eyes and finds he can’t get a word out.

Elisheba stares back at him, burning with the resentment and disappointment that feels too big for Ford’s chest to hold. Of course she feels the same, how could she not? She’s him, the biggest, truest, most important part of himself. That's the problem.

“I just didn’t think that we’d… be like this.” He feels ashamed to say it to her, even if they both think it. It feels like some kind of betrayal.

“We are who we are!” Ellie slaps her tail on the deck for emphasis. “This form just feels right, what does it matter exactly what I am if we’re still ourself?”

“Hey, break it up!” Lisa flaps up over the side of the Stan o’ War in her largest avian form, a brown pelican. She alights heavily on the deck next to Ellie, reaching a wing out over her as if to shelter her from harsh sunlight. “Man, this is why you need me around, Sixer,” she says lightly. “You get yourself into trouble when you think too much.”

Stan struggles up onto the deck, flopping down with an oof. He sits up, taking in Ford, standing facing his daemon and Stan’s, fists clenched. Ford knows he must be bright red, and hopes Stan thinks it’s all anger.

Stan, who is sometimes so able to be cool under pressure, shrugs off his heavy backpack and his jacket, leaving them behind him in a heap on the deck. The wind flutters through his and Ford’s hair, and ruffles Elisabeth’s feathers.

“Hi, Stanley. How was detention?” Ford mumbles, hoping to change the subject before Stan can even start it.

“Fired six spitballs onto Miss Lackson’s dress without her noticing even once!” Stan says proudly. Lisa preens. “And I even got some homework done, so you don’t have to do it all,” he adds impressively.

Ellie laughs. “My hero,” she teases, and nudges Lisa so hard she has to open her wings so as not to fall over. Ford snickers.

“You should be grateful!” Stan insists, all overblown indignation. Ford knows it’s just to make him laugh, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. “Here I am slaving away, learning crap outta books that I’m never gonna use just so you don’t have to do my homework, and you’re here talking to yourself like a crazy kid!”

“I’m not crazy, you’re craz– hey!” Ford grabs for Elisheba as Lisa opens her beak wide, trying to fit Ford’s daemon into her cavernous mouth. Before Ford can grab Ellie, she hisses viciously, flashing her long orange teeth at her brother. With a whoop of delight, Lisa turns into one of her favorite forms, a caiman, and snaps her jaws right back at Ellie.

“Hah!” Stan flings himself at Ford, grabbing him in a headlock while he’s distracted by Lisa’s many sharp teeth trying to take a bite out of Elisheba’s new, permanent tail.

“Hey, I’m planning on keeping that tail, Lisa!” Elisheba yelps, naturally echoing Ford’s thought. “Ow! Stanley!” Stan’s knuckles dig into Ford’s scalp. Ford flails his hands blindly in the direction of Stan’s body, completely forgetting anything he might have learned in boxing.

“Say uncle, Poindexter!” Stan demands gleefully. Ford raises his foot to kick Stan in the shin– it’s a dirty move, which Stan should approve of–but Stan gasps and lets him go before Ford goes for it.

As he straightens up, Ford has a brief impression of Elisheba between Lisa’s shoulders, claws gripping crocodilian hide and incisors digging into her head, perilously close to Lisa’s eye. Lisa turns into a dingo and shakes Ellie off her back with a slight yelp. She bounds over to Stan.

“Wow, jeez, ease up, Fangs,” Lisa complains, as Stan cradles her head in his hands, inspecting it for damage.

“Eh, don’t be such a baby, Ellie ain’t gonna blind us,” he tells her. Still, he strokes her ears gently.

“Yeah, I had everything under control,” Ellie says, panting. “When have we ever blinded you before? The trend would suggest that we will continue not to gouge out any of your body parts.”

Ford, grinning, leans down to pick Ellie up. She’s heavy– must be almost forty pounds. They haven't weighed her yet, which they should. And they need to find out how fast she can run– can she even run? He doesn’t know, but he’ll find out.

“That was pretty good, Ellie!” Stan, satisfied that his soul will survive, reaches out and ruffles the fur on the back of Ellie’s neck.

“Stan!” Ford tugs her away from his reach, embarrassed. They’re getting too old to touch each other’s daemons like they did when they were small. That kind of thing is only for babies and really little kids, which they definitely aren’t. “You shouldn’t do that!”

Stan goes on like Ford hasn’t spoken. “You can fight pretty good in that form, but what else can I expect from a guy with metal teeth?”

“What?” Ford laughs.

“Yeah! Stan opens his own mouth and points inside as if that explains anything. “Beavers got iron in their teeth, that’s how come they’re orange! It’s like rust!”

“How do you know that?” Ford asks suspiciously. 

“I know stuff! I know everything! Specially everything about you,” Stan insists, as Lisa wags her tail charmingly.

“Come on!” Ford punches Stan in the shoulder, grinning at his brother. “You don’t just know that magically! Unless…” Ford scratches his chin, wincing as he scrapes a pimple with his nail.

“Don’t bring up aliens,” Lisa groans.

“It’s a known fact that the protective anti-alien-scanning machinery the government uses to protect national secrets interferes with human brainwaves!” Ford crosses his arms, eyeing Stan suspiciously. “Have you been having headaches? Dreaming about nuclear launch codes?”

Stan groans. “God, Ford, you’re the biggest nerd! I read it in a book, okay?” Stan slumps over to his backpack, Ford following curiously. He pulls two thick books from it, turning and offering them to Stanford. “Here. I figured, you know, you’re a huge geek, you’d wanna read up on Ellie’s form and stuff.”

Ford sets Ellie down, then kneels so she can look at the covers with him. Rodents of North America says one, and Beaver: America’s Engineer says the other.

It’s so strange to feel so many ways at once. It’s surprising, and not, that Stan would do this; Stan would do anything for him, and Ford knows that. But that Stan would do this, specifically, go to the library– the city library! Those are city library stickers on the spines, they aren’t even from the school! All just for him, because Stan is his brother and the only person in Ford’s corner. He grateful, really. It's a nice thing for Stan to do, but there’s a little part of him that’s annoyed that Stan could read him so well. Shouldn’t he get to have some feelings that are private? Oh well. Ford shoves that down, and tries to just be grateful.

Made nervous by Ford’s silence, Lisa says “We didn’t look that close at ‘em but there’s some cool stuff in there. About your fur and your teeth and all the stuff beavers can build. And you’re gonna be a real good swimmer! That’ll be handy if we’re ever lost at sea!” She wags her tail vigorously and nuzzles Ellie, who presses herself close in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan nudges the daemons apart with his foot, as uncomfortable as Ford is with all the mushy stuff. “Look, point is… uh.” He scratches at the back of his head.

Ford jumps in to save them both from the awkwardness. “I get it, Stan, really.” He hugs the books to his chest. He’ll say it, partly because he means it, and partly because he should probably mean it more than he does.

“Thank you.”

[shiny-jr]

Praise be the seven, I guess. Finally, I got Beans Day Azul. He was one of the first SSRs I was missing, mostly because I never wished on his banner when he first came out because I had no idea how twst’s gacha system worked. I was worried I was going to have to save and do every achievement I could to collect more gems to wish for him, but he came home on the last key I had. It was a little over 20, no more than 30, I think that’s a win. 

Anyways, I’m a little bored, gonna try to write for Scarabia (damnation) again and probably post the sneak-peek after I check it. But for now, here are some random twst thoughts I have. Enjoy?

- Do y’all think Twisted Wonderland might be a little more peaceful say, compared to Yuu’s world, if they’re from Earth? Think about it. There’s a lot of issues with this world like climate change, wars, pollution, etc. But I imagine in a world filled with magic, some of those issues may not be as big of a deal. Like, I imagine that there’s magic or some magical machine that acts as a resource and energy source and is much cleaner than using gas or oil. 

- Kinda related to the last point, but do you think the reason the “wand” happens to actually be a pen is due to the fact that because magic creates the hazardous blot, the pen uses up that blot when they write? 

- Not gonna get into this one too much, but I wonder if some people will obsess over a certain species or kinds of people and commit cultural appropriation. Example: A regular human wearing fake ears and a tail then claiming they’re a real beastmen.

- Thinking about the existence of Noble Bell College and the whole City of Flowers. The interior of the school was decorated a lot like a church, so that makes me wonder if it was like a religious school because of the movie’s close association with religion. Does that mean there’s a religion akin to Christianity in Twisted Wonderland? What about other religions? How would that even work? 

- I wonder how languages work in twst, since it doesn’t appear like there’s a ton of countries (makes sense if I was right about the war thing, so there wouldn’t be a lot of countries with conflict). Also, if there normally is a language barrier, how is everyone able to communicate perfectly fine on campus? Is there like a commonly used language, or is it some magic that allows everyone to understand each other?

- Obviously the Queendom of Roses would probably be the equivalent of the U.K. and Island of Woe being Greece with it’s connection to Idia and Hercules, but what about other places? Would Briar Valley be like France then, because it’s connection to Sleeping Beauty being set in France? But it’s mostly fae, does that matter? What about the Country of Pyroxene (Shaftlands)? That’s the home of Vil, Cater, Jack, Epel, Trein, and Vargas. But Snow White is supposed to be German, and Cinderella with Beauty and the Beast were supposed to be French. So is Pyroxene French, German, or just a land based off Europe? Is the City of Flowers somewhere here? Don’t forget the Land of Scalding Sands where Kalim and Jamil are, it’s obviously supposed to be inspired by someplace in the Middle East, is it just based off the region and not a single nation? Similar to the Afterglow Savanna, is it just based off the continent of Africa and not a single nation? Many many questions. 

- Kinda back to the language thing, I wonder how accents would be like. Riddle? Definitely British, there’s not a doubt in my mind about that. Maybe Trey too, I can see him going either way. Everyone else in Heartslabyul though? I cannot imagine them with a British accent. Deuce? Upper US east coast kinda guy, definitely used to reply with “ya mutha” in his delinquent days. Ace? Southern US west coast, along with Cater too. Cater definitely has the valley accent, says “like” all the time. Others I like to imagine are Azul, Jade, and Floyd. They’re from the Coral Sea, but they mention it gets really really cold so of course I’m gonna imagine it as the Nordic Sea and they have this subtle Scandinavian accent, but since they probably practiced a lot to cover it. Another one is Vil, obviously I imagine him with a German accent because his last name is Schoenheit. A while ago I was unsure about Epel because he says the most out of pocket stuff in the weirdest ways sometimes, but because of the Harveston outfit I’ve seen on him, I’m gonna say he has like this Russian accent. Rook... starting to think Rook isn’t even French since apparently he’s from the Afterglow Savanna. 

- Something that I personally wonder a lot, are there Latinos in this world?? Like, c’mon. I saw the tacos in the cooking event, I know they’re hiding them somewhere. You can’t hide them forever. At least I know there’s Mexicans. But who knows? Maybe if they add more villains like they did with Rollo, they’ll add a character that’s probably Mexican like Ernesto De La Cruz (Coco) or Peruvian like Yzma and Kronk (Emperor’s New Groove). 

- Sometimes I wonder, they say that everyone knows about the seven. Like apparently in Twisted Wonderland they learn about them when they’re young, and they’re not seen as bad guys. So if that’s the case, do some people learn about the good guys? Do their beliefs kinda conflict and clash or does it conveniently not clash? That’s something I wondered when thinking if RSA has statues like NRC does. 

- RSA would treat Yuu right, just saying. It might not be fun all the time, but it’s probably better than some aspects of NRC.

[tadpal]

if you were a mermaid... what kind of tail would you have?? (species, colour, vibe, etc)

this is such a contentious question for girls who grew up on a beach so i do have several answers prepared bc obviously it was needed at the time ESPECIALLY since 2000s mermaid trend was ON TREND anyway

all that to say when i was a kid i would pretend to be a dolphin girl. yeah fr. i had several glass figures and when i was learning to surf i got a board with a dolphin on but this was all a ruse to impress the girls in my surf class. although i have seen dolphins often in the cove and off the rocky beach and i did and do think they're incredible honestly i preferred to watch for blue whales and thought dolphin mermaids weren't very cool. dolphins are cool companions for mermaids but i was kind of a mermaid purist: mermaids should be fish with obvious scales. but for the dolphin girls all the boys in their games would be sharks and i hated sharks as i was deadly afraid of tiger sharks which in fairness, did swim up the river to breed every year and attacks did happen but. yeah i thought the shark boys were also lame. so when trying to fit in with this lot i made the decision to be an orca mermaid who had lost its pod and was trying to live with the dolphins. the dolphin girls hated this until they realised that they could do a storyline in which i never move past my evil orca hunger and end up killing and eating several girls in a bloodlust that would then fade and i weep over their bodies. in real life this looked like a game of tag with biting and theatrics.

so that was probably my first mermaidsona and it was definitely a poser moment for however it was not the only poser sona i had. outside of my swim+surf classes i had friends who were also mermaid girls but who weren't sporty or into The Ocean like the dolphin girls tended to be. they thought the dolphin girls were weird and wanted to be Mermaids like you would see in Barbie mermaidtopia, but with them, the personas tended to be less in depth. my tail was aquamarine or blue, with white fins, and i can swim really fast and crest the waves without being easily seen. i was not usually a royal but sometimes i was a middle sister if we were all princesses. often i was was the boy or prince merman. my best friends were a school of flying fish and a sperm whale. i was really good at hiding (bc of the wave thing) and my romance plot was often the princess noticing the weird hiding prince when no one else would and i show them all the magic of the seas etc. if we were playing mermaids who were are landpeople, my land job would be guy who cleans/owns an oceanfront hotel/bnb and sneaks out to water at night when hes not working. while this was More Me than the dolphin girl persona, it didnt really feel like me either, i disliked the vagueness and how none of them cared about the ocean only using it as a setting with no curiosity for it. (alas ive always been a bit of a snob)

my TRUE MERMAID SELF was this: yellowfin tuna

idk why i just felt a lot of kinship with them. at the time i was so scared of sharks and seals and everything really. just a very fearful child and i remember really longing for that school (of fish) mentality of just moving as one and that keeping them safe. i also knew that i had to be a migratory species bc we moved so constantly and i needed a fish that never really had a home. the yellowfins would come yearly to the coast i lived on and that was important to me. mostly i felt like they had a desperation to the way they move I remember seeing one in the bottom of a boat and it just fighting for its life choking to death and thinking oh hell yeah me too brother. i loved their reputation for tourists coming to fish them and then snapping their shitty lines. I loved their sleek cool bodies and their sick long fins (cooler and longer than all the other tuna). i liked that they were fast as hell and Big. i liked how they tasted fresh! i was so convinced that i was Destined to be a tuna mermaid but god. that was so lame to both my groups of mermaid friends. i drew it once i think and petitioned my Barbie Mermaid friends to be a flying fish mermaid, which was the better design i think but had less soul... ack well. being a kid a weird

[redolentgrove]

Bijoux sat beneath one of the trees in the forest grove, thumbing through one of her new class textbooks. Several others sat in a neat stack, her right forepaw stopped upon the top of said stack, toes tapping nervously as she studied. A small part of her doubted that she needed to study anything before the school semester began, but she also figured that it never hurt to at least know some of what she had gotten herself into with this new schedule of classes. She probably would have remained sitting silently, save for the intermittent turn of pages, had a voice not interrupted her concentration.

The taur poked her head out from the book briefly. "Oh yeah, I'm one of the incoming freshmen at Hhhhhhhhhaaajjddbabhbbbhazha?????"

To say that Bijoux had been starstruck from seeing a Mew in front of her was a bit of an understatement. Any sort of cool demeanor she could have attempted to salvage was lost the moment she uttered what one might describe as a "key-smash" reply to the pink legendary's first question. And not to forget, the taur's book had gone flying out of her hands, landing a solid six feet over to her left, along with that neat stack of textbooks now looking more like a haphazard pile. "Uh… scuse me…" she murmured, a hot blush coating her tan face, the white-freckled tips of her ears also glowing a pinkish hue.

Bijoux spent about a half-minute straightening her book stack before getting the book she had thrown, more relieved than anything that it had landed spine-down and appeared to have no real damage to its binding. She closed it in her hands, placing it carefully atop the reformed stack and nervously slashing the air behind her with that absolute feather duster of a tail located on her backside.

"I… sorry, sir, I'm just… I don't see a lot of legendaries or mythicals around other than Mom. And even when I do, it's usually just Mom talking to them… I need a second." She took a few deep breaths, focusing herself a bit before returning her gaze to Lucifer. Though her tail continued to dart wildly, it too began settling into a rhythm with each passing breath she took. And after a few more pauses, she felt composed enough to speak, this time with actual thoughts and coherent words.

"Sorry. Uh… y-yeah. Yes. I'm going to be a freshman at Harmonia University this fall." Bijoux nodded curtly, regaining a more matter-of-fact tone to her voice the longer she spoke. "I can't speak for every other region in the Pokemon world, but I know Harmonia University is a school designed by and for anthropomorphic Pokemon. There are a lot more Pokemon like me and Mom and Cascade than I think most visitors give credit for existing. And even more of them stand on bipedal bodies with hands and more of a 'human' shape instead of being their more commonly found 'standard' body shape. Not saying you wouldn't know that given that you're uh… a Mew, and all, just… you're not the first Pokemon to be surprised that I go to school."

"So basically, there are a bunch of schools all around Unova like that, mostly ranging through four levels. And you have to complete each level before moving onto the next. It goes like this: elementary, middle, high, and finally there are colleges or universities, depending on what the school calls itself. Harmonia University is that fourth level of school. And, well… not every Pokemon goes to college, or even gets accepted there if they apply. There's a whole process you have to follow before you can even apply, let alone get accepted."

The Cinccino-taur smiled broadly, ears perking. Some of her blush had been disappearing while she spoke, and by now it was only really slightly tangible as a hint of pink upon her freckles. "Luckily, since I got a lot of good grades, did a lot of extra things on my time out of school, and was valedictorian, I had a pretty strong chance of going just about anywhere I wanted. It would have taken an act of Arceus or a completely disgraceful application essay for me to get rejected."

Bijoux cast a somewhat apologetic glance at the Mew, clearly a bit worried she sounded arrogant with all of this self-praise. "Not everyone has that chance, though. I shouldn't brag… but I mean, I did work my four legs into a frantic mess doing everything I did in high school. Archery team captain, math bowl, community service, computer club, choir, yearbook editing… I don't think I had much free time at all between one meeting to the next over the last four years. Not to mention the battling team… and of course, a lot of senior year practicing for the spring talent show with a song I didn't want Mom hearing. That was tough, keeping her from hearing which song I was singing for it until the day of…"

The taur once again blushed hotly, realising how much she had been talking. "Oh no, I started rambling, I'm sorry! Well, actually, I mean, I just.. I don't usually get a chance to talk about a lot of this stuff other than with family. And with another legendary, no less. I'm still just trying to get used to being more open about things. I spent the better part of my first three years of high school somewhat closeted since I began transitioning into a girl right before it. I guess it's been… weird, trying to get used to finally being myself and having everyone else recognise it."

"It got awkward when I introduced myself to everyone in freshman year as 'Bijoux,' since there were a few kids who knew me as my old deadname from middle school, and a couple of them wouldn't let it go and thought I was faking it or just going through a phase. Luckily, I had a lot more Pokemon who supported me for who I am and the bullies usually shut up pretty quickly once bigger and stronger Pokemon made them a target. So as tough as it started, once things started really taking hold, it got a bit easier, day by day."

Bijoux sighed and looked over at Lucifer with a shy, downcast gaze. "School has this weird way of testing just how strong you are, mentally and physically. If 'mons detect weakness in you in some fashion, or sense that you're uncomfortable or unhappy with yourself, they latch on and beat you down with words and sometimes fists or moves. I was able to put on a brave face most of the time, but there would always be the oddball day where it felt like nothing brought me a smile. Luckily, I had Mom and friends around to listen when I needed someone else's ears to do the listening instead of my own."

"Basically, to paraphrase some quotes I used in my graduation speech, school has been a trial, one that I've been able to pass, even if felt like it was by the tiniest hairs on the tips of my ears. I’m not very good at lying; a lot of high school sucked. But I learned, if you’re lucky enough to have good friends and a family that cares, it doesn’t suck nearly as much. I tell everyone I meet: stand firm for what you believe in, until and unless logic and experience prove you wrong. When the emperor looks naked, the emperor is naked; the truth and a lie are not 'sort of the same thing.' There is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can’t be improved with pizza, a song in your heart, or anything else that you enjoy. Even the smallest joy, or tiniest bell of positivity ringing in your heart, can flourish into the exact cure for what gets you through the most difficult portions of your day."

"No matter how perfect someone else's life may look, everyone has their own battles. Some are just better at hiding the scars of their failures and masking the effects of time's ever-forward march. It doesn't invalidate said scars or make them any less worthy of help when they, too, reach out a paw in need. Sometimes the solution is a good conversation, and a carefully tuned ear. Other times, someone needs a more 'material' solution. But in the end, many battles are impossible for a single 'Mon to solve, no matter how strong or perfect in every aspect they may be. Not a legend, a mythic… not even Arceus themselves can solve all. That's why we have others, and why I'm always going to be thankful for those who helped me along the way, whether with paws large or small."

The taur shook her head, adjusting her glasses slightly. That bright crimson hue remained hot upon her snout and cheeks, and she clasped a hand to her forehead. "Hfff, there I go again… I'm really sorry, sir… I just… you know, Mom was telling me that she got to talk to an old friend for the first time in centuries and how good he was at listening and empathising with her about some of the tougher things on her mind. And she said that friend was a Mew, with greenish eyes, round ears… and you matched that description. I just hoped, maybe, it would happen to be you, and…" Bijoux held her hands up to her chest. "Well, I'm just glad that I was able to get some of that out in the open, if I'm being totally honest. Again, I just… don't get a lot of chance to talk to others about things unless they're Mom or Cascade… I really want to get better about talking about myself when I talk to other Pokemon."

"Oh! I totally forgot to answer the other thing you asked me…" She slunk backward slightly, tail fluttering nervously. "Subjects, classes… oh, yeah, absolutely!!! I can't wait to see what advanced math and science classes are going to be waiting in college! And of course, being able to sing for more people will be nice." Bijoux's eyes closed in thought, a tinge of red still dotting her face. "Uh, sir… if you ever went to school, what do you think you'd want to study? I'm sure you'd do really well, with such a careful attention span, wherever you went! I just worry some of the students might try and treat you like a kid if you did… you don't look like you'd enjoy being viewed childishly. And I wouldn't blame you at all."

You can sense a palpable relief in Bijoux's words and facial expressions, but the part of "being honest about herself when talking to other Pokemon" seems to stand out especially strongly. She clearly hasn't discussed her transition much, but what else might she be hesitant in admitting?

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[flyingspicerack]

YOUKAI AU LORE!!!!!

literally just copy pasted what i told ghost in dms no beta we die like men

ok so my youkai au... SO I started thinking about it first when I saw Evan post about theirs, and I saw they they said theirs was more of an isekai style? So like, kinda Inuyasha vibes?? Also mine isn't like... TOO tied into the real hesowar au, bc i dont really know all the canon information so its all just... headcanons and my own worldbuilding (which i love to do i love worldbuilding its what i did for my thesis in art school ANYWAYYYY)) So my thoughts are kinda that theres this youkai world and each of the boys are originally human brothers that were all possessed by the youkai like hundreds of years ago and are now all these 6 powerful youkai that rule over 6 different domains. I think that in each domain, or maybe where all 6 of them converge theres a portal to the human world that opens up? Maybe both.... 7 portals, the strongest one thats always open is in the middle of the domains, each has their own, and their own unique connection to the human realm. I think Ichi, because he's a 9 tailed kitsune, he's connected to like, a specific Inari shrine I think each of the boys excepts for one or two, have like... at least harems or a partner or something at this point? It's later in their lives, idk theyre still young looking WHATEVER IDK, but Ichimatsu hasn't really... expressed any interest in anyone in the realm, yet complains to like, jyushi specifically that he feels particularly lonely. Like none of the people who come to worship him in the realm do it for him, theyre boring, whatever, idk, no connections. And since he's a trickster, the brothers are like "ohhh youre kiniving and play pranks and tricks, why dont you just like, trick a human to to be your mate/bride/spouse, humans are so interesting and quirky" and at first hes like 'no thats fucked up i wouldnt do that' but the he thinks about it ...

SO MEANWHILE, in the human world, this version of Mao, i think, is just in some like... job to pass the time, but they're incredibly lonely, theyre bad at making connections at work, theyre a bit burnt out, just things arent going their way. So, one day on the way home they're just tired, and maybe the route they walk on to and from work is like closed so they take a different route and on their way home they come upon an entrance to a shrine, maybe its a little overgrown, but... somethng calls them in, and they walk up the little stairs and are kinda drawn up to the big donation box. And they kinda just throw a couple coins in and pray and think 'im really lonely, i want companionship but im not sure what to do anymore, maybe i should change careers or just ... change myself completeley ... i need guidance' And theres this voice in the back of their head thats just like 'what if that could come true' and 'give yourself to me' and 'make me more offerings and ill give you a deal you wont refuse' and mao thinks theyre hallucinating from stress but they just empty their coin purse bc theyre kinda compelled to And they realize when they blink a couple times, that THAT was all the money they had on them and still need to buy dinner, so they try to reach down into the donation box to maybe snag back a 500 yen coin but then they fall into the box, and the descent down is a LOT longer than they would have assumed it was, and they land down in there with a thud and look up and around them and now have to figure out how to climb out, and eventually, once they do, and climb up and out of the hole or whatever, they are NOT in that shrine anymore, but somehow in the middle of the forest

SO THEYRE LIKE 'uuhhhh ... what the fuck? Did i hit my head??' and are like 'haha probably hit my head and this is a dream or something' and they dust themself off and start making their way down a path in a random direction to maybe figure out what theyre dreaming about, and theyre walking walking, and SHWOOM, right in front of them flies an arrow and they like, jolt back cause it almost hit them, and theres like ... some kind of lower level like ... imps or goblins or like ... SOMETHING and start fucking chasing mao, because this is some like... you know... uhhh idk if it feudal era? i think thats the term. ANYWAY they have pink hair and are like 'woah this person must have insane magical powers we must kill them and take their magics' and so mao gets chased in the woods all the way to like, a cliffside, and are then cornered, and are like ??????? So since they think its a dream they think if they try hard enough maybe dream logic will work so they maybe jump? immediatley fall and stars screaming, but whats this, something catches them midair and they look up and see theyre in the arms of a man with big ears and pretty red makeup who then like, with the wave of a hand wipes out the imps and lands on the ground with mao in his arms and he finally looks down at them and they share like, locked eye contact for a few moments before hes like 'kind of dumb of you to jump off that cliff considering humans cant fly' AND I HAVE LIKE, some other story beats, but the like... summarized story is that ichi starts to feel guilty for kind of coercing mao to come here so they go on like, a journey together, him protecting them, but teaching them to fight and things, while they travel toward where the domains are converged to get mao into the portal back home, but along the way they both genuinely start to fall for one another and mao eventully gives themself to ichi as his devoted bride/partner/mate and gets like... some minor powers and stuff i thinks... and yeah... hehe..

... heheh yeah... i might wanna draw story beats... i have MORE ideas, like... beats and things that happen on the journey if people wanna hear about those too....

ALSO SOMETHING I NEED TO CLARIFY!! when i say the other boys have partners, its not like... its moreso meant to be like, OTHER PEOPLE who self ship with the other boys, have already claimed them, like... how do i make this make sense.... like ... timeline wise, if like

HYPOTHETICLLY, if you wanted to insert your s/i into MY version of this au specifically, your and the matsu's story would have happened BEFORE mao enters the picture if that makes sense... bc i like the idea of ichi being the last of the brothers to make a connection, only realizing once his brothers have found love, that he wants it too ... haha hehehehehehhehehehe the end

[themoonhater]

“Tell your baby that I’m your baby”

Mom never loved me, never gave me the motherly love mothers give to their children, in her case “her child”. She only had me or at least that’s what I thought. Before I was born there were five girls, none were hers but they did have a blood connection since they were her nieces. “Mom” always told me stories of their childhood, not mine ever, my childhood was filled with sorrow and woes, and she doesn’t want to remember any of those because in her story I’m the villain who took away her happiness. She loved them dearly, even now that they’re all older and have gotten on with their lives and don’t care about her, she looks at them lovingly like how one looks at the field of strawberries they have grown, but she hardly looked at me. “Mom” is forever proud of them, even though they never went to college, never learned another language, never learned how to play the piano but I did, I did for her, All I wanted was to see the bright and shiny smile she flashes whenever she sees her “Girls”. I still look at her, waiting like a good dog, and wag my tail for her to notice me, I put my paw in her hand if she asks for it and return with a dismembered one. That’s how “Mom”’s love was towards me, I gave her my bane of existence but left like a soldier from the Trojan War.

Now that I’m older, now that I see her love is different from other mothers and the love she gives others I ask myself “What did you do? What did you do to make you so unlovable that not even your mother loves you” but I swear, I swear on her life because there’s nothing more important than hers in mine I didn’t do anything wrong, what could a child possibly do to make her mother hate her. I even went running back to her after she sent me to school in first grade with bloody lips and a bruised face because that’s my mother, right? She loves me. But who beats down their innocent child like it’s just limp meat all because they didn’t like their kid’s handwriting? I remember being young and full of life - unlike now - watching all the girls playing with their mothers but all I got was getting yelled out for demanding attention.

Sometimes I think that “Mom” was out of love, I mean let’s be real here, she had five girls to love dearly of course at some point in her life she would run out of love to give but oh, how wrong I was because girls came and go, new nieces and such but no, that was not the end of it, she went out of her way to give her love to my friends, newest additions to her “Girls”.

Years have passed and I’m still not her baby. “Mom” still takes away the food from my plate and gives it to her “Girls” while I watch, starving but will do anything to make her smile. “Mom” still belittles me and hugs her “Girls” because they deserve love and I don’t. “Mom” still calls me names for being disobedient but praises her “Girls”. “Mom” never loved me and never will.

A little side note: It’s my first time writing something like this in English, I used to be a great writer back in middle school and high school, won a few local awards but ever since I started college I have been a stranger with my pen. Hopefully my writing is not that awful because it has been one of passions for years now and I’m so happy to picking it up again. I wish to improve it but for now this is all I can offer.

Also my deep apologies if you relate to this. This was inspired by “I bet on losing dogs” by Mitski. There’s this trend going on, on tik tok that made me want to share my story but I promise that I have more fun and happy stories to tell so please stay tuned lol. (btw im new to tumblr dunno if u can tell)

[sunglassesd0ggo]

Hi, this is a list of animes I like so you can get to know me even more. (I WILL UPDATE THIS LIST AS I WATCH THE SERIES)

🔴 - Didn't finish and prob won't continue.

🟡 - Didn't finish but prob will continue.

🟢 - Finished!

🤍 - Liked it too much and read the manga.

❤️ - Won my heart forever.

Anime:

Pokémon - 🟢❤️ (First anime ever, didn't even knew it was an anime lol)

Beyblade - 🟢 (I mean why not, I like it haha)

Naruto / Shippuden - 🟢 (When it all started for real, in 2020).

Black Clover - 🔴

Fairy Tail - 🔴

One piece - 🟡

BSD - 🟢🤍 (I really love this, 8/10 bc the manga is better)

JJK - 🟢🤍 (I miss Nanami, Shibuya arc is near, let's suffer again jjk fandom)

TBHK - 🟢🤍 (It was one of my first anime ever, started the manga but stopped)

Tokyo Revengers - 🟢🤍 (Very good, the ending was kinda rushed tho)

Tokyo Ghoul - 🟢

Noragami - 🟢 (Need to start the manga!)

Chainsaw - 🟢🤍 (First anime I've read the manga before the anime)

Owari no Seraph - 🟢🤍 (Def homosexual but ok, need a 3 season)

Tower of God - 🟢🤍

Vinland Saga - 🟡🤍 (Finished S1 before the s2 was there so I started reading the manga, dropped it and didn't watched or read it anymore)

Food wars - 🟢 (Food)

Demon Slayer - 🟡 (I didn't had the time to go past S1 since 2020)

*Updated to 🟢: I finished the anime and I'm gonna read the manga!

Fire force - 🔴

Dororo - 🟢 (Work of art)

TPN - 🟡 (Dropped in the middle of s2)

SAO - 🟢 (I like classics)

Violet Evergarden - 🟡 (I wasn't understanding the story so I need to re-watch it)

BNHA - 🟡

Haikyuu - 🟢❤️ (My family)

TGOH - 🟢🤍

Horimiya - 🟢 (Meh)

Kamisama Hajimemashita - 🟢❤️ (I don't even need to explain)

TSSDK - 🟡

One punch man - 🟡

Assassination Classroom - 🟢 (It gave me depression)

Rokudenashi Majutsu - 🟢

Mahoutsukai no Yome - 🟢❤️ (This kind of women are just✨)

Kuroko no Basket - 🟢

Blue Lock - 🟡🤍 (Started the manga)

Fullmetal - 🟡

Akame Ga kill - 🟢 (I was innocent, I had literally no spoiler, I cried my soul)

Elite classroom - 🟢

Fruits basket - 🟡❤️ (I always stop in S3 so I'm waiting for vacations to finish this masterpiece)

TMDKA - 🟢

Kimi Ni Todoke - 🟢 (Fluffy)

Beastars - 🟡

Ao no Exorcist - 🟢

SK8 - 🟢 (Gay skaters)

Angels of death - 🟢 (Came after Naruto lol)

Inu X Boku - 🟢 (Came after the AOD)

Black butler - 🟢 (Suspicious)

Kaichou was maid-sama - 🟢 (Cute)

Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun - 🟢❤️ (Idk but this anime ost makes me feel sad and nostalgic but happy at the same time)

TYE - 🟡 (I had no courage to get past the 1 EP)

Goblin slayer - 🟡

!WARNING! JUN MAEDA WORKS NEXT💔

Charlotte - 🟢 (Cried)

Angel beats - 🟢 (Cried)

Clannad - 🟢 (Cried)

Ao Haru Ride - 🟢

Akagami no Shirayuki - 🟢❤️ (I love strong women)

Orange - 🟢 (...)

Noblesse - 🟢🤍

Vanitas no Carte - 🟢🤍

Hyouka - 🔴

Free! - 🟢 (Gay)

Ouran High School - 🟢❤️

Akatsuki no Yona - 🟢 (Ah, woman...)

Gakuen Babysitters - 🟢❤️ (So cute pls watch it)

Assassin's pride - 🟢 (Don't watch it)

K-Project - 🟡

Sankarea - 🟢

Fate - 🔴 (I need someone to explain me this thing)

Kemono Jihen - 🟢

AOT - 🟡

Devilman - 🟢 (Yeah no)

Kekkai Sensen - 🟢

86 - 🟡

Munou na nana - 🔴 (I was watching the launch but I dropped it)

Little Witch Academia - 🟢❤️ (Watched on netflix)

TMD - 🟢 (Gays)

Death Parade - 🟡

Yuukoku no Moriarty - 🟢 (Catch me if you can Mr. Holmes~)

Bakuten!! - 🟢

Durarara! - 🟡

Nanbaka - 🟢

Gunjou no Magmel - 🟢 (no idea)

I'm standing on a million lives - 🟢

Lookism - 🟢🤍

Ballroom - 🟢

Tsurune - 🟢 (I love this)

Somali to Mori no kamisama - 🟢

Kiznaiver - 🟢

Buddy Daddies - 🟢 (Def gay)

Trigun Stampede - 🟡 (I just need time)

Cyberpunk - 🟡

Pandora Hearts - 🟡

Number 24 - 🟢

Gangsta. - 🟡

Hakuouki - 🟢 (Cried)

Ao no Hana - 🔴

Tanaka-kun - 🟢 (Cute)

Idolish-7 - 🟢

Hakkenden: Touhou - 🟢🤍 (I really need to find the manga)

Itsudatte Bokura no Koi wa 10cm Datta - 🟢 (I love the ost kikoemasuka)

Mekaku City Actors - 🟢

Sirius - 🟢

Anime (but BL)

Given - 🟢🤍 (I don't think I need to explain anything after this)

Junjou Romantica - 🟢🤍 (Told you)

Super Lovers - 🟢 (I don't like this tho-)

Yuri on ice - 🟢

Banana Fish - 🟢 (I hate this but I love this)

Dakaichi - 🟢 (Do not ask)

Sasaki to Miyano - 🟢🤍

Hitorijime my Hero - 🟢🤍

The night beyond - 🟢🤍

Hatsukoi - 🟢🤍 (I love this one, def stressing but also good)

Umibe no Etranger - 🟢🤍 (This is fluffy)

Doukyuusei - 🟢🤍 (You need to watch it)

Hybrid child - 🟢🤍 (I cried and cried, I just cried)

Monochrome Factor - 🔴 (I have no idea)

No. 6 - 🟢🤍

[forestwhisper3]

Tagged by @joyfuladorable but I don't know how to link their post. Sorry.

Share your wallpaper:

Laptop lock screen

Home screen

Phone lock screen

Just a turtle emblem on a black background

Phone home screen

As you can see, turtles are still in my brain rent-free.

Last song you listened to: Not counting the instrumental stuff I put on to help me write? YT music says it was Yasashi Kiss by Hitomi Shimatani, but before that, it was Adoro by the Broncos, The Guiding Key by Liz Robinett, Passing Through by Kadan Mackay, Feel it Still by Portugal. The Man, and a remixed version of I Love You Baby by Gloria Gaynor. I also listen to a lot of electro swring and stuff with a good bass beat, as well as jazz and classical.

Currently reading: nothing specific at the moment, just different fanfics, haha. My sister really wants me to start reading one of her favorite series, but I can't ever seem to dredge up the willpower to do it.

Last movie you watched: The whole way through? The Mario movie. I've seen bits and pieces of others since then whenever my mom's watching one, but not the whole thing.

I'm not counting the Rise movie since that's just a permanently open tab on my laptop now.

Craving: Frozen yogurt. Or a bacon avocado cheeseburger. Or steamed buns. Or all of them. It's been a while since I've had them, and I want some.

What are you wearing right now: Stitch pajamas when I started this, but work clothes right now since I'm at work.

How tall are you: 5'3"

Piercings: I guess my ears? Pretty sure one or both of them have closed over by now, though.

Tattoos: None. At most, I've done those fake paper ones that used to come with packs of gum, but nothing permanent. Don't really plan to, either.

Glasses? Contacts?: Both. Since middle school. Used to hate glasses, but now I love them. Only thing I don't like is the poor vision that comes with it, haha. Contacts are for work or trips to places like theme parks where I'm afraid they'll fall off on a ride or something.

Last drink: Water. If we're talking alcoholic...I don't even remember. I'm not a big drinker.

Last thing I ate: Pizza for dinner. And breakfast since I was too lazy to make anything.

I don't even know what toppings were on these but they were delicious.

Last show: TMNT, specifically, "The Real World" from the 03 series. I need my reference video.

Favorite Color: Red and purple. Green is nice too.

Current obsession: I think it's pretty obvious, lol. TMNT.

Unrelated obsession: ... I'm not sure what to put here. Fluffy things? Cute things like penguin stickers? ...Pokémon?

Any pets: 4 cats, 2 dogs, all rescues. We are very much a "You're coming home with me" family.

Crush on anyone?: No one that's real, lol, and my fictional "crushes" are said more as a joke more than anything. Am I opposed to the idea of romance and being in a relationship? Not at all, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to find one or stress out about it either. If it happens, it happens, and if not, that's cool too.

Favorite fictional characters: Now these I have a lot of. Yusuke Urameshi, Yagami Taichi, Gary Oak, Roronoa Zoro (although I love all the strawhats really), Michelangelo (though again, I love pretty much all the ninja turtles), Knuckles, Tails, Professor Layton, Donald Duck, Sora, Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, Zack Fair, Maes Hughes (and most of the FMAB cast), Luigi, and many more. These are just some of the first ones that come to mind, but it would take too long if I did all of them, lol.

Last place you traveled to: ...What is this traveling you speak of?

Joking aside, probably Tucson, Arizona, to visit my brother. Not counting that? Mexico, but that was ages ago.

Tagging...uh...*checks to see who actually interacts with me on here* @klonoadreams and @eldritchgray I guess?

[ashton-slashton]

For the Terror ask: Hickey, Blanky, HMS Terror

If you could seamlessly take on the life of a real living person, who's would it be?: Oh God, no real living people come to mind... someone who has their shit together? Idk maybe that lobster fisherman on Instagram who films like... the process of catching them, notching the tails of females, removing barnacles... maybe it's the New England in me. My great grandpa was from Baltimore...

How did you meet your closest friends?: Well, my best friend who I have known the longest is actually @sketchass who I met in middle school about 12 years ago. When you can make it through middle school, high school, AND college angst together, that friendship is unstoppable.

What was the first historical event or period you remember being interested in?: So this is pre history so idk if this counts, but I've wanted to be a paleontologist since I was four years old. My parents still have drawings I made when I was a literal toddler of dinosaurs. I still watch the BBC Walking With Dinosaurs on VHS (the same tape I had when I was a kid... the second tape that had part 2 of the series was lost forever unfortunately, but I still have the first tape!) After that, I remember reading about Pompeii in a National Geographic magazine (my grandpa collected them, this one I think was from the 1980s), and was just deeply fascinated with how the bodies were preserved under the ash.

[symptoms-syndrome]

what was your first Sonic Thing? like a movie or a comic or a game or... - and which one(s), and when? just all the details about the development of sonic-love basically haha

I'm not sure exactly what my first experience with Sonic was, but my first game was Sonic Rush for the Nintendo DS! I was pretty young, def in elementary school but exact ages escape me. It came out in 2005 though so probably...first grade ish at least? My parents were really really strict about what video games I could play and Sonic passed the test.

I also used to watch what I thought was a "Sonic movie" on YouTube, which was actually an extremely long compilation of all the cutscenes from Sonic 06. I was so obsessed with it I'd watch it over and over and memorized the entire thing, which was like. Multiple hours of dialogue.

I also know at some point I got Sonic Heroes for PC, which was the kind of game where it came on multiple discs and took forever to install. I think that was my first not-DS game (I also got Sonic Rush Adventure and Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood on DS! And later on Sonic Colors for DS as well) and one time I went over to a friend's house and got to play Sonic Adventure on their brother's Dreamcast, which was AMAZING because 3D GRAPHICS!!! I remember being really wowed by that because I'd never seen it before. I also played a LOT of those fan-made flash games!!!

I also when I was little wrote what would now be called fanfic, I wrote a script for a movie where Sonic and Mario are in The Real World and really wanted to send it to Sega to make it into a real movie.

I also watched a lot of Sonic X!!! Which is my favorite Sonic characterization I think. I don't remember how exactly I watched it, because we didn't have DVDs or cable but I'm pretty sure this was before streaming, so maybe I watched rips on YouTube.

The Sonic obsession came on really quick and really strong though! I tried to get every Sonic game I could, and Youtube-to-MP3-ed a lottt of the music to transfer to my little MP3 player or burn on CDs to play on my boombox (wow that's dated AF.) I had a few Sonic shirts also! Everyone knew me as the Sonic Kid. I also tried to learn to draw in middle school, and would draw Sonic characters and tape them up on my walls. I was really proud of my ability to draw Espio and a character exclusively in Sonic X named Cosmo. I don't know why I just stuck like a magnet to the franchise, but I've just been mega obsessed with it for as long as I can remember.

Now I'm an adult with expendable income to buy Sonic stuff, plus all my friends know I like Sonic, so I have a bunch of plushies gifted by friends and I have most of the Sonic games I somehow missed, like Sonic Generations, Lost World, and the Sonic Boom games. I also still have some Sonic shirts, a Sonic hat, and a lot of random Sonic stuff, like keychains and posters and little figurines! And my wallpapers on my phone and computer are Sonic related, and my ringtone is the Vs Metal Sonic remix of Stardust Speedway Bad Future. I'm lucky that one of my roommates is also a big Sonic fan, so some of the figurines live in the living room and some live in my room. Also since people at work know I really love Sonic, whenever they see Sonic stuff it usually ends up on my desk, so my workspace also has a lot of Sonic. There's a little Tails that sits on my monitor!!!

[coffindoves]

it's odd sometimes, for me to think about, playing as a kid..... as i grew up & i got into fandom, & RPing OTP, & such, i learned how to actually play in the sense of having a story, or the vague idea of a script to follow, wanting to see things happen, etc. But when i was younger I rarely played like that i think....... at best, if there was a story happening, it was me drawing a scene of something, like a pikachu foraging for pecha berries. there is one singular time i can pinpoint, which is when i made a series of comics during early elementary school, about dinosaurs going on adventures & getting into trouble by going places they werent supposed to be.., like an allosaurus nest, or an island that was solely troodon territory LOL. dangerous shenanigans with her archeopteryx crush... the main character of that was a teeeny juvenile microraptor... i consider her to be my first sona.

otherwise um... i never really played 'house' or 'wolf packs' with other kids......... tbf i really NEVER played, with other kids LOL.. so part of it may just have been never getting/taking the opportunity, in person. most of my memories of play as a kid involve me just messing around with a plushie or figurine.. there were sometimes like, if i went outside with my tiny animal plushies, i would pretend to be that animal running around in the garden. but most of the time it was just me feeling the fabric, rubbing things like limbs & tails back n forth between my fingers.. i had to HOLD them constantly; would take them with me to school just to hold them in free time. and POSING. posing was extremely important. i wanted to see Scenes... i would like, place this hand-sized toothless plushie up in a tree branch; something just innately felt like he belongs there & should look like he's climbing through the branches. or like.. this set of eeveelution figurines i had gotten, i had to place them on top of my bookshelf in a way that they were lined up by Height, w/ the tallest being this Sylveon on a tree stump in the middle, & either side of it descended to a shorter one. whenever i wasn't actively touching at something i owned, they would all go back into their specific spot that was just like this.... so if i wasn't actively playing with them, i was at least comforted by them having a place on the shelf, next to who i felt like they should be next to. got very distressed if someone came into my room & moved them......... it was like, a High Honor to some toys, to be decorating specific parts of my room.

but ummm.. i still play with my stuff like this, hfkhhkg. the topmost of my bookshelf is a lot of misc plushies i had gotten as gifts over the years, my misc animals from zoo / hospital trips. Most of them are bats or various dinosaurs... there's also like. a Sanrio, a Jellycat, etc up there. & then the very first shelf is like, all the rando pokemons i've had since i was a kid.. i think all of them are Takara Tomy, except for the small ones which are keychains from pokemoncenter store online... the REAL IMPORTANT plushies to me, are all on my bed (big pokemons) or on my headboard (sitting cuties + omori plush) ...,, & then the two figurines i have, placed in a spot on my desk to look Pretty... the Special ones all go into easy access spots so that i can pet them & put them back at my leisure anytime.

[cringelordofchaos]

SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT FREAKBLR MONTH SORRY

OK OK I'll just do both days I missed and today's prompt as wlel

Day 13 - a headcanon I have about a member of the jomies

I'm not sure what this exactly entails? Do I just go off and start ranting about each of the jomies or only one??? Ermmm idk I'll just do a bit for all of them (I'll save the sexuality and gender hcs for day 30 ofc)

Drew - Filipino (since his VA is as well), gift giving is his love language and others appreciating his money and gifts make him feel needed cuz his parents always showed him love with money but we're neglectful otherwise yada yada ya get the gist. has an expansive watch but not to check the time (he has his phone for that, which he's on 24/7) but just to show off and also appreciate what his parents give him cuz otherwise he doesn't feel wanted or maybe he feels like a drag idk I'm.spouting random shit rn.. had major depressive disorder. and possibly borderline personality disorder? not diagnosed w anything ofc. He loves feeling needed so when Jake found the music club who he obviously got along w better and that maybe appreciated him and accepted him more for who he is and when he realized Zoey's been cheating on him w someone that provided him w money and other stuff... yeah. loves raspberries. And also loves a bit of rap and maybe some video game music. He flexes his money for status and also bc that might make him feel like he needs them and loves them and they love him. ODFKKD FIFKFKKF. IDFK. it's canon in my head. she head on my canon till I uhh I forgot the meme. he loves zoey, jake, henry, liam all so fucking much, whyd they have to lie to him? make him feel like he could trust them only for them to turn their backs on him?

Jake - half french 🥖 🍟. Has ADHD - inattentive type. Is he diagnosed ? Idfk. Also might have some form of depression as well. He wears a star earring on his right ear along w the silver earrings he's shown wearing all the time. before the finale he mostly has a mindset of "oh, if you just don't expose the unwanted truth, the relationship can work out" which is why he lied and stayed w drew and also didn't tell him abt Zoey cheating on him. like yeah ahaha it can all work out it's fine. Sonic fan bc I'm a sonic fan and I want him to be one as well . He listens to Believe In Myself (Tails theme) all the time like shut up. he HATES horror movies and games - he gets so easily startled. Jomies is his fav band.

Lia - She (and Hailey) is an Olivia Rodrigo MEGA-STAN. I'm sorry how do i.explain. her songs are way too relatable for her and are a way she kind of in secret romanticizes her lfie ???? idfk. She has a crush on Jake bc maybe she could sense he was different from the rest of the jomies...?? like that they were maybe similar (whciht they are..). Idk. Doesn't think highly of herself, is actually pretty insecure and in middle school, despite hating Zoey she felt so oddly envious of her. Everything she had. Which is why she slowly started turning herself into her. Adopting a new style. Straightening her hair. Changing her behaviour. She knew it was wrong and at first just watched by the sidelines as Zoey would torture yet another innocent soul but yeah. Hailey and her are such petty exes shut up. That's what I think anyway. also she listens to lana del rey. i have actually only listened to one lana song but is that her vibe??? idk u tell me cuz i dont. her favorite colour is purple. also she has an awesome mom and at one point vents abt hailey to her and how shes messed up so bad and how she feels guilty. and her parents are pretty rich - idk maybe theyre lawyers or smth. ever since she started faking who she is for popularity, it fucking worked. but shes willing to give up on that in s2. also god let her make up w hailey pls.

Zoey - she also got into Olivia rodrigo lately and constantly talk abt how raw,real and girlbossy her music is while also kindaaa missing the point and emotional meaning of some of her songs. her family always make her feel extremely out of control and hopeless and theyre pretty abusive but zoey doesnt have the right language to explain it and she calls herself girlboss, puts herself above everyone else, cares a ton about her status and wants to be both loves and feared and even goes so far as to cheat on her cuz she has a messed up idea of what actual love is - and that is the way she gains control and the feeling of love, which she has a superficial idea of. and she feels Lesser at home but makes up for it at school. shes obviously popular but most people are just genuinely afraid of what shed do if they opposed her or if she didnt like them. though she still upholds a pretty great reputation and has many friends that love her and treat her like a goddess, at least thats what she thinks. might have NPD? but she aint diagnosed w anything. genuinely cares abt people and loves them but doesnt really Know.? She tries impressing the people she cares about so thatd they have a high opinion of her cuz shes SO fucking desparate for that kind of attention and praise, especially from the people shes closer to, cuz she doesnt get that at home. she also puts unrealistic beauty standards on herself. she loves drew. she loves lia. them? being absent from her life in s2 onward? haha what what do you mean she doesnt care. she didnt need them anyway. cuz shes such an independent girlboss an all yknow. haha. totally. she cheats on tests and otherwise doesnt pay attention to anything. she puts others down to feel above them. her favorite season is summer and she loves boba tea. anyway shell def go insane ik it. also for all the reasons ive given she DESPISES being genuinely vulnerable - it makes her feel lesser and weaker and like anyone cuold take adventage of her. but she will ACT cute and vulnerable and hurt to get what she wants, especially outta drew.

Henry - weeb since early childhood, MHA ultimate fan, chronig gamer (bad at it), masks his negative emotions by just playing the role of the "funny guy". i saw someone hc he has a lettuce fetish and that makes me wanna kill m- the world.

Liam - Mom is usamerican, dad is Serbian (why serbian? cuz hes so vampire coded (his fav colour is canoncally blood red and his fav drink is canonically red blood) and the word vampire comes from the serbian word vampir, and also the mythology kinda comes from around here too. idk) only knows a couple swear words in serbian though and thats it. hes horrible at serbian pronounciationn though cuz he grew up in usa his whole life. Aspec w internalized aphobia.aroflux? idk. chronic gamer (not THAT bad at it). actually more intelligent and emotionally mature than others give him credit for (THOUGH dont get mme wrong he still is pretty reckless). might have adhd? idk. but has horrible grades cuz he doesnt really pay attention to school. giant (tall). reddit user.

IM SO SORRY IF THATS NOW WHAT U MEANT BY THIS DAY. BC IT PROBABLY ISNT. i dont really care

THERES MORE but I don't have time I gotta catch up !!!

anyway I think I accidentally swallowed a bit of dust + dirt. again. throat.not feel good

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