#trenchcoat stim

[cutiepieautistic]

Postal dude stimboard

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[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

that annoying moment when you are a creature of habit and you just want to follow your routine, but your current routine sucks and is about 15 different bad habits, thinly veiled addictions, negative stims, obvious addictions, and near occassions of sin that lead to all of these things happening in a trenchcoat

[m3l0man14c]

okay- I'm a little late but-

THINGS I STIM OVER ♡

One! Shows!

☆ mha- fanart, stories (if I like them) edits and like figurines and posters, cosplayers.

☆inuyasha (I gotta double cheack the spelling) fanart, edits, posters, figurines, cosplayers.

☆the amazing world of gumball (yes don't come at me) I just like the show. :3

☆SpongeBob:3 also just really like the show.

☆saiki k! I loveeeee everything abt this Fandom (except for the saiki X ships- he's literally so aroace yall-) fanfics, art, posters, figurines, cosplayers (I love when they cosplay saiki characters :3)

☆TMNT- ANY AND ALL VERS! I love everything abt tmnt ♡♡♡ (again- don't like the shipping in most tho-)

☆A LOT MORE BUT I DONT WANNA BORE YALLZ☆

Two! Stories!

☆ I'm a HUGE reader, fanfics, nonfiction, fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, real world, ect. IF U HAVE STORY RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE SEND! I READ ALMOST ANYTHING (key word almost, if it's on ao3 I'll read it. I don't have wattpad at the time and also if it's physical I can't unless they have it at the library or my school Library. Also please keep in mind im a minor so if you send 18+ liek smut or some shit- just pelase dont)☆

Three! fanart!

☆I LOVE IT! And if it's for me I love it even more! I literally turn into a stiming bot- I LOVE UR ART AND YOUR ALL SO GOOD!☆

happy day loves ♡

Mentions

@meowph-132 @save-rottmnt @arise-children-angel-is-here @beewasdeleted @c00kietin @fluffyr0cky @ender-outlaw @ofthefrogs @amorvincitomnia-14 @diona-98 @mikebeanz @edirazirollyx @bossbabyfan2 @ghosty-0w0 @justmesadlysry @justphonesadlysry @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons

I also wanna @ gizmo but I dunno their attttskdkdnjds *cri*

[hyfxnti]

my designs of the eds to distract me from my deteriorating mental health 😁👍 (don’t ask)

i need to redraw these cuz I messed up I shouldve made dee skinnier and ed a lil wider

different lil random hcs below (don’t make fun of me this is my first time doing hc/fanon stuff like this 😭)

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edd is mixed (white mom black dad)

ed is irish-canadian

eddy’s like hispanic-canadian or smth idk

(these hcs are inspired by neeeeeoposts if u couldn’t tell)

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edd is tender-headed (just like me fr)

he sings his SOUL out in the shower (did i mention he has a beautiful singing voice)

he gets silly with ed sometimes and likes to play lil pranks on eddy

bonus: he came out as gay/bi to the other eds and they didn’t care lmao they still treated him the same

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ed wears one of those lil chewing necklaces sometimes to stim (he would end up accidentally eating one though in cartoony fashion LOL)

he has tons of sketchbooks but they’re stored deep away in his closet so that sarah doesn’t ruin everything

he doesn’t wear his jacket over the summer (yep im makin it so that he doesn’t wear his jacket in the summer like why is this lil boy wearing a thick azz trenchcoat when it’s 90 degrees farenheit outside 💀)

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eddy has BAD acne (like rlly bad, he has to wear like 3 of those pimple patch stickers on his face all the time. he hates it tho, he thinks he looks stupid with em on)

eddy hugs and touches ed and dee all the time but whenever they so much as lay a fingernail on him he’s all fussy (kind of like in the show)

he’s a picky eater (him: broccoli<<<<<)

bonus: he has a skin condition called vitiligo (poor baby can also get insecure abt it sometimes, sarah calls him “cow-face” or smth like that cuz of the spots and im sure kevin would call him somethin similar)

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edd has black hair (im sorry but i hate when people draw him with blonde hair i just dont like it)

ed is ginger and eddy has blue hair yadda yadda yadda

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edd has dark green eyes, eddy has dark blue eyes, ed has dark brown eyes

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hey am i doing this headcanon thing right

[dudepilled]

The Dudes as girls :3

(I know Doe is a canonical female counterpart but lets pretend the protag from the Postal series was a girl all along) P1:

-Librarian core -Long skirts, combat boots, and those long arm warmers under her trenchcoat to keep her warm -Twirls her long hair as an anxious stim (Her hair is like down the middle of her back i'd like to think). She occasionally braids her hair and styles it to the side -Chipped black nail polish from biting her nails -She'd probably own those black slim fit dresses with the turtleneck

P2:

-WHITE TRAAAASH -Fiona Gallagher type fits -A lot of shirts cut into muscle tees for the summer and you can see her sports bra (you will never catch her with an actual bra its sports bras or NUTHIN) -Hair is either short or shoulder length slicked back -Natural long eyelashes. They're a pretty ginger color too

P3:

-THE KNOCKERS ON THIS BITCH GAHDAMN (Im talking E cup dawg. Jayne Mansfield type tiddies) -Just past shoulder length hair thats cut into a mullet. Either spiked up or in a ponytail -Flavored lipgloss whore. Her lips are always shiny with a pinky gloss or a nice clear but sparkly one -Genius at Girl Math (iykyk)

P4:

-WHITE TRAAAASH PT 2 -She is the cookie monster pjs girl -Fashion? Dunno her. All pjs and sweats with thrift store graphic tees -Doesn't really give a shit about hygiene either. Why waste money on body wash once a month if you can space it out over the next three months? also avid PTA shower haver (Pits, tits, ass) -Knows all the 7/11 employees by name and is the only one whos nice to them (we all know a girl like her whos the sweetest customer ever)

[evillama666]

“Weird girl”

“Weird girl”

Travis (Gossip) x reader

Someone said Daryl Dixon would be friends with the ‘weird girl’ so I thought I’d apply that but to Travis

Summary: Travis is friends with the weird girl. There’s not much else to say…

Tags/tw: Obviously weird girl reader (How many times did I just write that…), Chaotic (Y/n), threats, brief mention of bullying, art

Word count: 4048

Why can't I look that!

꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…

Travis would definitely be friends with the ‘weird girl’. He’d happily listen to whatever she had to say. He’d sit with her in the grass while she talked to worms, and he drew. Oh, she wants to walk around campus just to look for acorns? He’ll help her find the best ones. She collects rocks? He’s identifying each one for her. She's got a new hyper fixation? Tell him all about it. He’ll listen to Weird Al with her and whatever other music she likes. He’ll even recommend her songs. He’ll help her pick out outfits and if she wants to dress him, he’ll let her. He’ll listen to all her advice. He needs more outfits than just his trenchcoat. He’d also take her thrift shopping to find some funky clothes. He loves doing art with her. Both their styles are weird. He’ll never judge her while she stims. He’ll always encourage it and might even stim with her. He’s quieter than her, but he’s always listening, pretending to understand whatever the fuck she says. He always laughs at her jokes, even if they're not funny. He’d do anything for her, so she feels comfortable with him.

(On to the actual fanfic)

You’re in the busy cafeteria, sitting alone, minding your own business as you draw. But why would anything here be peaceful? Suddenly, a guy and a group of his friends grab your sketchbook. “You fucking art majors know this shit ain’t ever going to get you through life, yet still do it.” He says, flipping through it. You're praying to God, the devil, and crickets that he won't rip anything. “And by the looks of it, no one's gonna buy this crap.” You sigh when he tosses the book back on the table and walks away. That could have gone worse. You smooth out one of the pages that got folded on the impact. Damn it. Travis watched the whole thing. The guys had already left by the time Travis made it over. Not like he knew what the fuck he was going to do to stand up for you, but he wanted to. He sits down across the table from you. His voice is soft and soothing. He knows what it’s like being an outcast.

“You’re not the only one they do that to. They also do it to me.” You look up from your sketchbook. Oh, it’s the boy from some of your art classes. He glances at the crinkled page. “That’s really good. Can I see?” You try to smooth out the page one more time before quietly sliding over to him. He smiles as he looks at it. It has a crease right down the center. “Hey, don’t worry. The crumpled paper gives a story to it. It also fits the theme of this drawing.” He slides the sketchbook back. You mumble quietly, still reeling from what had just happened. “Thanks…”

You look at the drawing with a new perspective. It’s supposed to be an old stained glass, so the crumpled page does kinda fit. You slide the sketchbook back over to him. Maybe he’ll give you more compliments. You sure as hell need it. “You can flip through it. There’s nothing I'm hiding in there.” Travis takes back the sketchbook, tentatively flipping through the pages, spending a few good seconds looking at each one. “These are amazing. I’m Travis, by the way.” Yay! Another compliment! Your voice is soft, feeling shy. “Thanks. I’m (Y/n).” He’s still looking through your sketchbook with a smile. “I know how it feels dealing with those guys. I’ve uh… I’ve got it particularly bad…”

“Why?” You ask, sounding like a quiet child. He hands you back the sketchbook, hesitant to speak. “I, uh… Do you know about the Naomi Preston case?” Travis can’t get over how pretty your voice is. “Yeah, I enjoyed reading about it last year as it unfolded.” That makes Travis feel somewhat better about what he’s going to say. “Well… I’m kinda the guy that turned his entire room into a collage. Those guys uh… Kinda think I’m a perv…” Let’s be real here. The real pervs are those guys. A small smile tugs on your lips. “Really? I thought that was so cool.” Finally, Travis found someone who didn't judge him for that.

“You wanna see my sketchbook?” He’s trying to make you feel better. When you nod, he pulls the sketchbook out of his bag and hands it to you. And you were worried about your sketchbook being banged up? His is all messy, won’t close completely, and has pages sticking out. So, being careful, you flip through it. Oh, look, another artist that can’t stick to one style. “This is all so unique. I wish I could do more stuff like you.” Travis laughs. 

“Heh, wait really? I wanted to do more stuff like you. My stuff is usually so messy.” You can’t help but smile. He seems sweet. “That’s what I like about it. I worry too much about keeping it neat and perfect.” Travis already loves talking to you. “I guess we both should take a little inspiration from the other, huh? You nervously mess with your hair. He finds that so cute. “Then… How about we sit together in class?” Finally! He doesn't have to sit alone in class. “Yea, I’d like that.” The both of you draw together while you eat and chit-chat about art.

The next day, you decided to wear an outfit that stands out to get the attention of those boys that bullied you yesterday. You’re wearing lots of bright colours and patterns. You immediately stand up when they walk over, already talking before they have time to. You’re holding your sketchbook, showing a drawing depicted of the main guy as a mutilated corpse. Your voice is light and cheery. “Look! I drew you being brutally murdered! With real blood!!” The looks on the guys' faces are priceless. Travis drops his food on the table, making his way over when he heard what you said. Oh, shit! He quickly grabs you from behind, spinning your sketchbook around to hide the drawing. He whispers harshly. “You're going to get yourself fucking expelled!” The guys already left, realizing they probably shouldn’t fuck with you or your boyfriend…

You pinch your brows together, giving him an innocent look. “I just wanted them to be afraid to mess with me.” Travis sighs and rubs his hand over his face. There’s so many different things he could be scolding you about. He takes a deep breath, looking at the sketchbook. “Real blood?” He asks. You shake your head, still holding onto that innocent demeanour. “M’no but they don’t know that.” He sighs heavily. He can tell he’s going to have to get you out of a lot of trouble. “How about we eat outside today?” You nod eagerly, packing up your stuff. 

Outside, you're laying on your stomach, humming as you eat. Travis is sitting beside you, drawing. “Do you think worms like to sing?” Travis looks up from his sketchbook, taking a second to reply. “.... Yeah.” You glance at the dirt and mumble to yourself. “I fucking knew it.” Travis laughs under his breath. It might be safe to say you're weirder than him. Which he doesn't mind. He listens as you keep humming, making up your own songs. “Are you humming for the worms?” He asks, genuinely intrigued. 

You pop a french fry in your mouth before stating, like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “Yeah.” He’s just going along with your weirdness. “I think they like it.” You glance around at the grass, then back at him. Anyone else would have called you weird or something along those lines. Not him. He just accepted it. Accepted you. You smile to yourself, feeling giddy. “I wish I knew you in highschool. I didn't have any friends back then.” His heart sinks. He decides to be honest with you. “I didn't either. I think I would have liked you back then.” 

“You definitely would have kept me out of detention.” He breathes out deeply. He can only imagine how exhausting you were in high school. “Did you learn from back then?” You bite your lip as you think. “Umm… Well, you saw me earlier. You decide.” He was hoping you’d say yes, not that. It’s not that he won't bail you out, though. Oh god, he hopes he doesn't literally have to bail you out. “Maybe you should try to stay out of trouble?”

Your voice is breathless. "Somehow, trouble tends to find me, without me even looking for it. And no matter how much I try to avoid it, I always seem to welcome it into my life with open arms." Travis tries to understand whatever the fuck you just said. He looks dumbfounded. “Well, maybe you should close your damn arms. You drop the fry you were playing with on your tray and snort loudly at his response. “Damn ok! I was trying to sound poetic!” Travis feels proud he could make you laugh like that. “Find something else to be poetic about.” You huff in mock annoyance as you eat your food. It’s been like a day, but it's like you two have been close friends for years. You glance over your shoulder at him as he draws. “So… People find you weird too?”

He sighs, keeping his gaze on his paper. “Always have. Especially after that damn collage.” You sit up, wanting to cheer him up. “You know I liked it, right? And you did too, so that’s all that matters.” He glances at you for a moment. It’s not like he didn't enjoy making that giant collage, it’s that he doesn't like the stuff that was involved with it. His voice is quiet, reluctant. “Yeah… Thanks…” He watches you out of the corner of his eye as you sway back and forth. “Y’know. You're very quiet.” 

“Sorry.” He mumbles. Wait, he should have said that louder. Damn it. “No, it’s not a bad thing. I like it.” You reassure him. He thinks for a moment. “Well, even though I'm quiet, I'm still always listening.” You look over at him and sigh. “You don’t mind that I talk so much?” Travis leans back on his hands and shakes his head. “No. Makes up for my quietness.” You smile widely, liking his answer. 

You laugh quietly as you rip up a handful of grass and place it on his leg. His brows furrowed as he looked up from his drawing. “What was that for?” You blink as you try to come up with an answer. “I don’t know…” He nods as he brushes the grass off his leg. “Ok.” You like he accepts all of your weird quirks. He watches as you pick dandelions. He finds your mannerisms cute. Once you're satisfied that you picked enough, you start braiding them. He glances at you before drawing again. The silence between you two is comfortable. 

“Hmm?” He lifts his head when he feels you place something on his head. He reaches up and tentatively touches it. “It’s a flower crown.” You smile. He’s silent for a minute before speaking. “Is it cute?” You nod eagerly. The yellow is a nice contrast to his brown hair. “Very.” He hums in thought. “Mmh… You should make one for yourself so we’re matching.” He’s trying to encourage your unique behaviour. You nod, picking more flowers. 

He loves the sound of your voice, but he also likes the peaceful silence between you. He also loves parallel play, so this is nice while he draws, and you play with flowers. He speaks up while you work on your crown. “I’m going to wear this to class.” You pause to look up at him. “Really? It’s not too girly?” His face scrunches up in confusion. “What? Flowers?” Oh, he’s not one of those guys that thinks like that. Even better. You shrug. “Nothing.”

He smiles when you finish the flower crown and put it on. “Now everyone will know we're friends.” You laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. “No, now everyone will know we're weirdos that wear flower crowns.” He gives you a slightly confused look. “I don’t think flower crowns are weird.” You pause for a second. You’ve clearly listened to the wrong people. “Oh, ok.” Travis smiles. “Do I look like a princess?” You can’t help but laugh. “Yea, a very pretty princess. Any knight or prince would be lucky to have you.” Travis laughs too, playing along. “You uh… heh, wouldn't happen to be either of those, would you?” You grin mischievously, looking away as you answer. “Maybe…” 

He smirks, nodding. His voice is low and flirty. “Might uh… might need you to rescue me from a dragon sometime…” You smile widely, catching him off guard. “Fuck the dragon.” That’s not an answer he was expecting. His flirty tone vanishes and he blinks once. “I’m sorry, what?” You lean in close, with wide eyes. “Y’know! Fuck the dragon!” Travis looks at you with a dumbfounded look for a minute, then laughs. “You’re so fucking weird!” 

“Says the one fucking dragons!” You laugh along with him. “That would never happen! I can’t get laid!” You lean into his shoulder to support yourself as you laugh. His face deadpans. “Ok, it’s not that funny…” You're snorting, gasping for breaths. “It so is!!!” He’s fighting back a smile. “It’s not.” Finally catching your breath, you sit up. “Sorry, I shou-” You break out into another fit of laughter. Travis is questioning his life decisions. How did he get stuck with you? His voice is flat. “I get it.”

Ok, this time you actually catch your breath. “Whew, man, that’s the best laugh I’ve had in a while.” He’s trying so hard not to laugh. “I get it. My life’s a joke.” You shake your head quickly, trying to rein yourself in. “No, I didn't say that!” He finally breaks. Small stifled giggles leave his lips. Ok, good, he’s laughing. You wrap your arm around his shoulders, patting his shoulder as he holds in his laughs. His cheeks are all flushed and rosy. Adorable.

A few people give you looks as they walk by. You’re both being very loud. You have fully embraced that fact you're weird while… it doesn't look like Travis has. Or at least he’s not as loud about it. He averts his gaze and mumbles. “Maybe we should quiet down…” You do the complete opposite. You sit up straight, flipping off the people, giving you both dirty looks. “Keep lookin’ at him like that and I'll burn your fucking panties!” His eyes widen and he quickly covers your mouth with his hands. “She doesn't mean that!” He yells, but they’ve already walked off. He sighs heavily. “You're going to get expelled, y’know? Or even arrested.”

You shake your head and shrug. “So? I don’t care.” Travis is about to continue, then double takes. “Wait, about being expelled or arrested?” You shrug again. How are you being so casual about this? “Either.” He takes a moment to form his words. “How are you so…-” You interrupt. “Me? I don’t know. Probably trauma.” You make a little scrunched up face. He sighs, glancing back at the area those people were just in. “Could you atleast stop threatening people?”

“Probably not.” You respond casually. Then you see the look on his face, then sigh. “Ok, I'll try.” He sees you're done with your lunch now. He packs his stuff, then stands, lending out a hand. “Wanna walk around campus till class?” You take his hand and stand. “Well, I can't commit crimes in daylight.” He’s about to say something, then decides against it. He’s learned to just go with it. “Whatever you say.”

 You walk beside him, pushing your body into his shoulder, then bouncing off. He’s like twice the size of you. He smirks as he watches you bounce off him a couple more times. “Enjoying yourself?” Your face scrunches up with a smile. “Yeah!” You're like a solid wall.” Feeling a bit confident, for once, he rolls up his sleeve and flexes. “What? This?” Where the actual fuck did that come from!? You're dumbfounded… and now flustered. “You, uh… those new?” He can’t help but laugh. What a weird thing to say. “No, I’ve had arms for a while.” He says, being equally weird. “Sooooo, why don’t you use those to scare off bullies?” 

He blinks once, looking a little confused. He’s so innocent. “Why would I do that?” Is he fucking serious? Is he not aware of how he looks? “Um… Because you're like eighty percent muscle?” He still looks confused. This poor cinnamon roll. “I’m not saying you've gotta punch someone, but if you show them that, people will leave you alone and I won’t have to keep threatening people.” He takes in your words. “I guess…..” You sigh, coming up with something else. “Show those off. You’ll get girls.” His eyes light up. “Wait, really?”

“That got your attention now, didn’t it?” Has it always been that easy? Could he have been doing that this whole time? “Did they get your attention?” He asks curiously. You give him a dumbfounded look. “Fucking obviously, dumbass.” He looks away and thinks. He’s never really shown off his body before. His attention is pulled when you shove into him again. He lightly shoves you back. “Ok, I get it.” He shakes his head in amusement. When you lean into his shoulder again, he pulls you into his chest, giving you a noogie. “No! I don’t wanna brush that!” He laughs, letting you go and you fucking book it. He laughs, chasing after you, ignoring the looks you both get. “Cheater!” He tries to grab you again, chasing you around campus.

He nearly trips over you when you suddenly stop and bend over, grabbing something off the ground. “Look, a rock!” Travis takes a second, catching his breath. “That’s granite.” He says, like it was obvious. You furrow your brows and look at him. “How do you know?” You ask skeptically. He sighs, now catching his breath. “I didn’t have friends as a kid.” You nod as he speaks. “Ah, so you had rocks instead.” You shove the rock into your pocket. “I’m sure I could identify more for you.” 

“I’ve got a bunch of shiny ones back at home.” You say, looking at the ground for anymore. “Are you um… Inviting me over?” You look back up, hearing his shy voice. You shrug like it’s no big deal. “Yea. We could play video games and order pizza.” Travis smiles, liking that idea. He watches you twirling around as you look for more rocks. Then you pick up another. “What’s this one?” Travis takes the rock from you, brushing some dirt off. “Quartzite.” He says, handing it back to you, watching you promptly shove it in your pocket. “You’re my new rock scouting buddy. I just decided.”

Travis doesn't argue. “Ok.” He follows you from behind, looking over your shoulder for any more rocks. You pick up something else and show it to him. “What’s this?” He responds flatly. “That’s an acorn.” You look at the acorn with shock and gasp. “Really!?” He stares at you blankly. How the hell is he supposed to react? “We can um… Look under the trees for more.” He almost loses his footing when you suddenly grab his wrist and pull him with you. Damn, you're strong for a tiny thing. You crouch under a tree and he does the same. “I don’t want any super dirty or broken ones.” He nods, sorting through all the acorns under the tree. He shows you a little handful he collected and you pick out the best ones. 

“Travis, look at this one!” He turns his gaze to you, then you hand it to him. “You can have it. It looks like you.” He looks at it with a bit of confusion. Does he really look like that? “Thanks…” He says softly as he puts the acorn in his pocket. You two quietly sort through acorns for a while. Showing each other different ones and only keeping the best ones. He eventually looks up from all the wonderful acorns to choose from, noticing some people walking back into campus. 

He gently nudges your shoulder. “Hey, I think we should start heading to class now.” You follow his gaze before dropping the acorns you had. “Ok.” He stands up, brushing his hands off before lending you one. You gladly take it, also brushing your hands off. You spin around beside you as you both walk. Now, feeling dizzy, you lean into his side to support yourself. He wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Woah, I'm dizzy…” He laughs a little. “What did you expect?

“I’m trying to build up my dizziness immunity.” He pulls you closer as you stumble. “Is that a thing?” You meet his blue eyes and nod. “Well, I just made it up so, yeah.” He nods too and goes with it. “It must be really low then.” You scoff in offence. “It is not!” He gestures at you. “Look at you. You can’t even walk straight now.” 

“Well, I-” You struggle to come up with something before just going with the first thing that comes to mind. “Of course I can’t walk straight! I’m gay!” He smiles as he laughs. “I was half expecting you to say that.” You read his expression before adding, “Are you ok with that?” He nods immediately. “Of course. I’m pan.” (I totally headcanon that) Your eyes light up and you gasp. A fellow queer! “Do you like frogs!?”

“Are you going to ask if I want to go frog hunting with you?” Wow, damn, he already knows you perfectly. “Yes, I'm going to ask if you’d like to go frog hunting with me.” He nods, holding the door open for you. What a gentleman. “Yeah, I’m down.” You walk in, then follow him to class. “I’ve got the perfect outfit. I even have a frog hat.” 

“I used to have one, but lost it. I’ll buy a new one so we can match. I’ve also got waterproof boots.” (Just imagine him in a cute frog hat) You're already making a mental list of all the stuff you need. “I know a good creek.” That immediately catches his attention. “The one twenty minutes away?” You didn’t take him for an outdoorsy type of dude. “Yeah…” His eyes light up. “I like to draw there!” You shake your head in amusement. “Of course you do, Travis.” He can’t help the slight flush to his cheeks. He loves whenever you say his name. He opens the door for you when you reach class. 

 “Would you like to share my art supplies?” He follows in with you. “Yeah. You can use mine too.” You both gather your supplies and share them with each other. It’s nice for both of you to have someone to draw with and won’t judge you. You show him the project you're working on. “Look.” He looks up from his own drawing. “You showed me yesterday… twice.” You look confused. “Wait, I did? I don’t remember.” 

“You said that too the second time you showed me. How are you so forgetful?” You sit down across from him, working on your project. “I don’t know. I’m usually not paying attention.” Travis hums in response, falling quiet as he works on his project. You watch him for a few minutes before your gaze falls back onto your drawing. He grunts when he feels you kick his foot under the table. Assuming it was a mistake, which it was, he goes back to drawing. The first time was an accident, but the second wasn't. You watch his face for his reaction. He looks up from his drawing. Was that another accident? Apparently not because you just did it for a third damn time. He looks back down at his drawing as he plays footsie with you under the table. There’s a very small smile on his lips. He’s glad he’s friends with the weird girl. He feels seen. 

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I kept trying to end this but each time I did, I got a new idea to add

[flockofcrowsinaturtleshell]

Toby

⚠️ There are a few mentions of child abuse and/or an abusive parent in these notes! ⚠️

I used this questionnaire for the prompts

Full name: Samara Tobias Sage Darner

Preferred name/nickname: Toby Sage Darner

Generally referred to as: Toby; The Crow

Appearance

Faceclaim: N/A

Sex: Female

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 110 lbs

Build: light, lean; "built like a bird"

Hair: N/A

Skin: medium golden; some freckles

Eyes: warm, dark brown; kinda has an intense stare; longish eyelashes

Mouth: small; sharp teeth

Nose: pointy

Hands: long and slender; 4 fingers on each hand; retractable claws

Feet: bird feet; big and black; has talons and scales

Scars: scars across back from beatings

Clothes: white tank top with back open for wings; jean capris; belt with foraging pouches; long trenchcoat

Other features: black wings and tail; black feathers across back, shoulders, cheekbones, bridge of nose, and in place of hair

Other notable features: crowish features; bird feet, wings, tail, feathers, retractable claws

Wings: black crow wings; 4.5 meter wingspan (roughly 14.7 feet)

Speech

Voiceclaim: she sounds like me copying Valka's voice from httyd2

Verbal ticks: tends to get louder the more excited she gets; trills, rattles, caws, clicks

Accent: faintly Norse or Icelandic? Clear and sharp.

Language: English; Bird; Draugr; Icelandic

Articulation: uses simple, easy to understand explanations

Education: prefers to use short simple words

Laughter: rattle/click instead of a laugh

Grump: grunts; makes small claws

Breathing: very quiet

Mannerisms

Face: very expressive when she wants to be, but she spends most of her time wearing a surprisingly solid poker face. She's more expressive than she used to be.

Hands: fluttering/flapping stim

Legs/feet: stomping; clicking talons; bouncing

Emotional outbursts: not rather prone to these; yelling/cawing when upset; rattles when happy

Habits: fluttering/flapping stim; trilling softly to herself; flicking her wings and tail in and out; raising and lowering feathers as a form of fidgeting; bouncing/hopping

Posture: kind of slouched to take the weight of her wings

Walking posture: slouched; either walks or hops

Sitting posture: crouched with her wings fanned out a bit

Personal space: fairly respectful of personal space, but is pretty tactile

Spacial awareness: very aware

Health

Diet: very high metabolism, so she's always foraging and carrying food. She's very opportunistic, and will eat just about anything when hungry; never turns down free food

Sleep: light sleeper; insomniac

Exercise: whenever she's not busy eating, sleeping, or taking care of mystic work, she's exercising

Activity: tends to work hard and exhaust herself; she's pretty busy, especially once the future ghosts show up

Cleanliness: has to preen her feathers for at least 10% of the day to make sure she is flightworthy; she's very picky about cleanliness

Medicinal drugs: N/A (pain meds don't work on her)

Odour: like jasmine

Narcotics: N/A

Addictions: N/A

Illness: chronic pain, The Darner Curse

Injuries: some of the scars on her back ache and sting from time to time; she broke her ankle when she was younger and it aches when the weather turns

Personal

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

Optimist/Pessimist: Realist Somewhere in between, leaning more towards Pessimism

Gender: She/They, leaning more towards She

Sexuality: Demisexual

Memory: photographic memory. Can remember faces for years, and can describe appearances in detail

Romantic: can be pretty romantic

Planning: pretty big planner. Always prepared (until she isn't)

Pensive: tries not to think about her past too much. If it's in the past, she can't change it

Intuition: very intuitive. Extremely talented at decision making and figuring things out from minimal clues

Problem solving: very good at solving problems from minimal clues

Goals: she just wants to make it through life. It's very rare in the Darner Clan to make it past 30 years, since their mystic power can't be "turned off" and uses up their life force faster. She's trying to find a cure, but fears that her efforts are only shortening her own lifespan

Insecurities: she comes from an abusive family, so she's worried that she'll grow up to be like her dad. She's also insecure about the Darner Curse affecting her. Usually pretty good at hiding her insecurities

Achievements: creating a potion that allows users to (temporarily?) see, hear, and interact with ghosts; making advancements in a Darner Curse cure

Anxiety: she actually has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. A lot of things make her anxious, including the Darner Curse, problems with the ghosts, problems with her father, and rushing in without a plan

Overwhelmed: tends to hide that she's overwhelmed until she literally can't

Self-help: she carries fidgets in her bag to help for when it's just too much. She also tends to stim by fluttering/flapping her hands, trilling or cawing softly, flicking her tail and wings in and out, raising and lowering feathers, and bouncing or hopping. Preening her feathers also helps

Comforts: see above. She also likes rainy days, a soft "nest" made of blankets and pillows, a warm cup of sweet tea, and a hood fantasy or sci-fi book

Bad habits: scratching at her forearms; reading or working instead of sleeping; tends to overwork and exhaust herself ; making plans for scenarios that will never happen or overplanning; hiding her emotions; has a tendency to self-harm

Philosophy: the past is who you are; you can't change the past

Triggers: tight spaces; being trapped; not being able to move; deep water (she can't swim)

The Past

Parents/Guardians: her mother disappeared when Toby was fairly young (2), leaving her under the care of an abusive father. She was with him until he died 10 years later

School: "homeschooled", which means she was taught anything her father deemed fit and learned everything else from books she found

Adolescence: once she started getting older, her father decided that she could take more beatings as lessons. He died a few months later, and she left home to fend for herself

Leaving home: see above

Further education: taught herself how to survive in the outside world, how to use her mystic powers for the greater good, and how to create a few potions

First job: picked up a small job for Draxum when she was 14. She basically was the middleman for a ghost Draxum had been trying to contact (he was curious about an artifact they created), and in return he helped her develop her potion-making skills. This happened sometime during season 1.

Life events: left home at 12; found the Well of Seeing at the outskirts of the Hidden City; did a job for Draxum at 14 and developed her potion-making skills; began work on a cure for the Darner Curse; was contacted by Draxum for another job at 16; met the Hamatos not long after the Kraang invasion (the number of ghosts doubled just before the invasion)

Worst day of their life: the day she saw her ghost from the future get turned into a Draugr by her dead father

Best day of their life: probably either the day she found the Well of Seeing and made a home for herself or the day she learned to fly

Lessons: your past is not all you are. (You are also your future)

Looking back: if she could replay her life and do something differently, she isn't quite sure what she would change, if anything

Relationships

Family: she doesn't really have anyone to consider a family (until later) since her mom left, her dad was abusive, and she doesn't really have anyone else

Friends in need: not really any friends, but she's a good listener, and will be there for those who need to rant

Friendships: she has almost no friends (if you count Draxum, Huginn, and Muninn, she has exactly 3 real friends) She tends to be a loner and meets very few people to be friends with. Later, she meets the Hamato Clan and becomes a close friend to them.

Needing a friend: not really any friends, so she's used to dealing with stuff on her own

Annoyances: she internalizes everything and prefers to stay neutral in the moment

Romance: She tends to prefer quality time and trust over anything else

Marital problems: N/A

Adversaries: breaking her tryst; abuse; unfairness; insulting other people she thinks of as friends or family

Enemies: see above, but repeated infractions is what does it

Strangers: fairly respectful, but closed off towards strangers

Fun stuff: the things she likes doing with friends is almost anything; she likes her quality time

Dating: typically likes one-on-one quality time doing activities she would usually do with a group of friends. Talking, watching movies, working on projects, or just sitting quietly and reading are good

Best friend: she's pretty good friends with Huginn and Muninn, but eventually she's best friends with Cassandra

Love: Donnie!

Worst enemy: her father

Respect: everyone but her father, because he showed her none, so she gives none in return

Mingling: pretty bad at making new friends

Comfort levels: not very comfortable with talking, but she's a good listener

Physical: very tactile, extremely touch-starved, but shy about asking for physical affection

Groups: comfortable in a bigger group if she knows everyone personally; prefers smaller groups

Openness: takes a while to open up; you can't just get rid of a lifetime of hiding your opinion in fear of being hurt when someone disagrees.

Generosity: pretty generous with those in need, but also understands the idea that you can't help others if you can't help yourself

Jealousy: can get jealous of others for having an easier life, but the jealousy quickly turns to sadness

Temper: outwardly patient, but internalizes her anger until later

Empathy: typically empathetic, but she has her moments where she's clumsy with her words

Affection: tactile, but also enjoys quality time. She likes to help by being an ear to talk to, but this also leads to her internalizing other's problems

Distaste: she has this Stare. Leo calls it "The Stare of Ultimate Disappointment™". It's where she doesn't say anything, just puts on her poker face, clicks her talons on the floor, and just Stares. If she really doesn't like you, she combines the Stare with a deep thru in her throat and might start puffing up her feathers in a territorial display

Etiquette: sticks to polite norms of social situations best she can for someone from her background

Responsibility: very responsible. She often carries the responsibility of Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living, a very taxing job

Self esteem: poor self esteem. She worries that she'll turn out like her father

Confidence: cares what others think of her; gets upset when others doubt her abilities, then tries to prove them wrong. She already has self-doubt, she doesn't need to hear it from others

Honesty: will often keep things private if she feels it might upset someone; but she does her best to be honest otherwise

Leader or follower: neither. She's not used to being part of a group, so she typically does her own thing. She will step up when needed, though

Party tricks: can mimic sounds and voices exactly; uses her photographic memory to impress others

Praise: praise makes her awkward, but she does enjoy it

Failures: sometimes she's too tactile, so she keeps to herself unless prompted. She gets very frustrated when she can't properly convey her feelings

Criticism: she tries to prove them wrong

Insults: passive-aggressively psychoanalyzes the person who insulted her until they back off

Embarrassment: not easily flustered, but she tends to play off her embarrassment as another emotional. She hides behind her wings when flustered

Flirting: doesn't really flirt a lot

Attention span: she has ADHD. The concept of an attention span for longer than 30 minutes spent on a taxing activity is foreign to her, especially when the activity is not something she wants to do

Situations: awkward with social situations, but does her best to stay neutral

Life

Career: "Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living". It's very taxing, very stressful, and she didn't ask for it, but it's the best use of her abilities, so she accepts it

Promotion: N/A

Boss: N/A

Duty: listening to rants; helping ghosts and living contact the other; helping people accept grief and get closure

Tech: not very good with technology, but she likes the shiny gadgets and often hoards machinery parts

Politics: no political involvement, since she is technically not registered as an American citizen and lives too far on the outskirts of the Hidden City to interact with the Council of Heads

Combat skills: can defend herself. She often uses her talons and retractable claws in hand-to-hand combat, but she is also adept with throwing knives

Home: a bit of a hoarder. The Nest Isa perfect mix of messy and organized, so she knows where everything is but looks disorganized to the untrained eye. When everything is put up, The Nest feels too empty. When everything is on the floor, she can't find anything

Daily life: can take care of herself and her home

Independence: very independent

Cooking: she can cook, but often doesn't

Building: she built The Nest by herself, so I'd say she's pretty adept

Cleaning: typically a mix between messy and organized. See "Home"

Shopping: only goes to the store when absolutely necessary. Repurposes and fixes when possible. Forages when she can

Driving: she can technically drive a motorcycle

Finances: not really applicable

Marriage: N/A

Kids: more likely to adopt than have biological children

Pets: has a couple crow friends + Huginn and Muninn, but she doesn't think of them as pets

Dependents: N/A

Law: she's stolen a bit, and only when necessary (or when her hoarding instincts get out of control), but has never been caught

Court: N/A

Prison: N/A

Traveling: prefers to stay in one area

Medical: not really any licensed doctor for her type of being, but she can take care of herself

Illness: anxiety, ADHD

Worries: the Darner Curse; bad memories; anxiety; the problems of others (she is NOT a licensed therapist!)

Peace: prefers peace and quiet, but appreciates a good song playing in the background

Partying: prefers to stay in

Hobbies: hoarding; playing in shallow water; flying; talking to birds; talking to Huginn and Muninn; reading a good book; occasionally dances or sings (?); going for a ride of her totally-legally-aquired motorcycle that she totally bought with money, yes sir it is legal, no sir I don't know what you're talking about

[haven-gum-rockrose]

astarion and dazai for bingo !

AIGHT ASTARION AND I'MMA TALK ABOUT HIM

I HATE HIM ACTUALLY I GO INTO OVERDRIVE EVERYTIME. WE BOTH DISINTEGRATING INTO DUST IF U CATCH MY DRIFT. LOOK I HAVEN'T PUT HIM THROUGH HORROR BUT ONLY CUZ I'M RELUCTANT TO LEARN THE FANDOM CHARACTERIZATION OF HIM. From what I've seen there's a lot of people who like sexualizing his character so that's kinda mean. He's dead gone powder exploded. Autism badge for the gesturing and empathy issues and being triggered by the smell of blood in Cazador's underground dungeon. Feral. KILLING HIM LET ME GO I NEED TO ROMANCE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS. It's actually not funny he negatively impacts my day to life he's his own mental illness. ONE THOUSAND VICTIMS LURED OR CHILDREN CAPTURED. He makes me sad. I think I might be just a little in love with him. He spinning on that microwave dish. GUYS I ADORE HIM I'M MAKING A PLAYLIST OF HIM I HAVE OUTTAKES FROM PRELAUNCH DO YOU WANT TO LARION'S ONLYFANGS VIDEO THAT THEY DID IT'S SO FUNNY. Monch, I should get to bite him back and I don't think he's mind til I start shaking and tearing. I treat him so gently guys so soft and take care of him. Two hug please- kiss- anything Pat his head ruffle his hair need to squish him. PANSEXUAL 🫵

And Mr controversial trenchcoat man!

He makes me ill he swoops in and deals psychic damage. Bsd beloved. Now this is a guy I've read so much whump for. Yeah he not evil he's just a little guy, look at that face stop telling him he's the incarnation of all sin. 💥 HE'S GONE! This is a man who stims so so much. Yeah he gives me zoomies, also he has zoomies. Your honor he did do all those thing but it was objectively funny so actually you should let him go. I cry, I think about him and I cry. MICROWAVE HIS ASS. I don't even know if I know him but it's certainly not the way that fandom knows him. Chew toy he squeaks. He deserves to be treated so gently and softly and I will, I will. QUEER 🫵 PROBABLY BISEXUAL

[justanotherkinrequest]

ayup! hope you're well! was wondering if i could bother you for some comfort and a carekit for an origins smp s2 philza kin? would love the carekit to include some roll-on perfume, bar soap, small snacks (big on pumpkin, apple, carrot, seeds/granola, and sweets), small accessories, and maybe some stim toys? not picky though, so go wild and include anything you find fitting. not to get too heavy but i've been stressed out of my mind lately, dealing with massive academic-burnout and feelings of inadequacy in my friendships, so some stuff to help me feel a little less shit would be great, y'know? thanks! -🌾🪶 (or, since mod🍎 knows the trenchcoat blog/server, vale haha!)

🍎 Queued!

Hey Vale! Sorry you're so stressed out recently, I hope it gets better for ya mate! I also hope you like the carekit! I think I chose some good items for ya ^^

From one Philza to another, I hope you enjoy, and I hope things work out for you soon! :D

~ MOD KRIS / MOD 🍎

[wolf-tail]

Okay, people apparently do want to hear about my string bean wet kitten girl.

*ahem*

Thanks to rewatching a certain hbomberguy video, my artistic hubris peaked and I realized I could write a way better Sherlock adaptation than Moffat ever could.

Her name is Wilhelmina Sherlock Stacy Holmes. She goes by her middle name because she hates her first name. She hates her first name because it's atrocious. Who the fuck names a baby in the 21rst century "Wilhelmina"?

Anyway, Sherlock is a tall beanpole of a woman with warm tawny skin, uncombed curly hair, and freckles all over her pointy nose who refuses to leave the house without her favorite trenchcoat, because it's comfy and has lots of pockets. She very clearly has ADHD and the 'tism, but ritalin and caffeine can only do so much. Her apartment is a perpetual trainwreck. She loves mysteries, the trickier the better. The hyperfixation on specific cases gives her brain something to latch onto. She stims with music, mostly violin. The cops love/hate her. She does their job better than them and makes them feel stupid, and she has no respect for the law. Used to have a cocaine problem, she's not proud of it.

Entering the picture now is Dr. Jeanine "Jenny" Watson. She's 32 years old, short and chubby, and was an army doctor until getting shot in the leg earned her medical discharge. She narrowly avoided amputation, but now has a permanent injury that requires a cane to walk. Just as she comes back home to London, an old college classmate of hers reccomends her a roommate.

She meets this freakish weirdo woman using her own blood to test chemicals in the lab, and goes "oh i need to save her from her own nonsense, and I need to study her like a bug".

They move in together, solve lots of mysteries, and have lots of homoerotic tention.

Sherlock has an older sister in the British Cabinet, Clementine Mycroft Stacy Holmes. She also goes by her middle name, as their parents had a fondness for utterly abominable names. She's as lazy as she is intelligent, utterly no ambition to speak of. Her baby sister annoys the hell out of her but she is protective as fuck. Feels the need to keep her safe always.

Last and definitely least is that fuckwad Moriarty. He was sherlock's old professor when she was still in college before she dropped out. They also dated, because she was young and naive, and he's a creep. He has this perpetual need to feel smarter than everyone else in the room. He is decently smart, but not as much as he thinks he is. He's rude, nasty, talks down to everyone, and is a total control freak. He treated Sherlock like dirt because she was snarter than him and he knew it, and did his best to make her feel stupid and helpless. He became creepily obsessed with her after she dropped out and ran away. She started getting involved with drugs to help ease the PTSD he gave her, and to self medicate the ADHD.

Sherlock was able to recover from her addiction with the help of mysteries, reccomemded to her by Mycroft. She also does them to help her regain her sense of intelligence. It makes her feel smart and powerful, the opposite of how she felt with Moriarty. She's friendly and sweet, but rather blunt and has naturally low empathy. She has a soft spot for helping other women in trouble.

From Jenny's perspective, it's like living with a hyperintelligent traumatized shelter cat.

@krynnmeridia @undeaddream

Me realizing that people don't want to hear about a detective character's backstory bc detective stories are supposed to focus on the mystery, after working on my detective OC's backstory for hours:

[sleepingcatemojis]

Could you maybe make a long eared bunny ear wiggle and tail wag?

here you go! i didn’t do the tail wag since i already made one (unfortunately can’t find it at the moment tho :[)

[toxicevilgayshit]

@transnaturalweek day 2 - outfits

[silentfellchild]

Tag dump~!

he’s beauty he’s grace he’ll trip and fall on his face { flower speaks } silence speaks louder than words { ic } of ribbons and curls { visage } you wanna play a game? { memes } out and about { open starter } knowledge of myself { headcanons } one sided conversations { asks } faceless friend (or foe) { anonymous } nervously accepted gifts { submission } syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup { musings } out playing { mobile } friends new and old { promos } please don’t mind me! { to be deleted } listen up everyone! { important psa } actually three kittens in a trenchcoat { crack } so i’ll fill the bath with bubbles { aesthetic } a treasure i shall cherish forever { save } talk of the town { dash commentary } nap time { queue } calm down little one { stims } i could go on forever…! { special interest } isn’t this fun?! { dash games }

[skittystim]

You know the calming cat gif? The blue and white one? Could we have stimboard of that?

im sorry but you’re going to have to clarify a little!!

[sys-stim-error]

You have an absolutely genius username

Sjjshagsjakab thanks!! It used to just be sys-stim but then Tumblr terminated us because they can't tell the difference between nipples and slime so we emailed them and called them a bitch then we got deleted djjshahajkaksld

🖤 Mod Carter 🖤

[flosxxfilia]

tag dump

he’s beauty he’s grace he’ll trip and fall on his face { flower speaks } silence speaks louder than words { ic } curious reflections { visage } you wanna play a game? { memes } out and about { open starter } knowledge of myself { headcanons } one sided conversations { asks } faceless friend (or foe) { anonymous } nervously accepted gifts { submission } syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup { musings } out playing { mobile } friends new and old { promos } please don’t mind me! { to be deleted } listen up everyone! { important psa } actually 2.5 kittens in a trenchcoat { crack } so i’ll fill the bath with bubbles { aesthetic } a treasure i shall cherish forever { save } talk of the town { dash commentary } nap time { queue } soft and warm { stims } this is fun!! { dash games } hopes and dreams { wishlist } music box lullabies { music } isn’t this exciting?! { special interest }