#when u both clinically insane

[incelq]

can a 4chan user fall in love with a reddit user

[teethpaste]

I never should’ve let mustached love bomber back in , he is so toxic and unstable and bad for me and it is ADDICTING

Like I eat it up. I feel myself feeling crazy! I know it’s gonna crash and burn by August so I’m like ? Just lean into it? Enjoy it for what it is and know he’s gonna leave and that’s okay. Life is short like I may just have 1 month of fun, right? Right?

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twelve: threesome kink

>>> brain go brrrr! i can only write a stsg threesome i swear it's bad these days. i just love this dynamic so bad and am clinically addicted omfg i hope u all love it as bad as i do--it is officially the longest piece thus far

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!fem!reader x suguru geto >>> cw: mfm threesome, m/m interaction, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), spitroasting, reverse cowgirl, double penetration (same hole), overstimulation, hard dom!geto, pleasure dom!gojo, switch gojo, switch reader, squirting, creampie(s). >>> wc: 5.3k >>> event masterlist

he’s not sure when things changed. he’d always seen you in one light, he thought: his friend, his teammate, and a powerful sorceress that made the group a triple threat. you were easy to get along with and impressive to work alongside. you were also funny and had the same taste in music as him, which was a method of bonding during your early years of school. and sure, you were also insanely beautiful, but it was inappropriate for him to have a crush on his classmate. besides, yaga says it’s best not to intermingle with other sorcerers anyways. it would only complicate things, especially as you grow to be closer friends. so geto dated around to distance himself beyond missions and tried to to forget the butterflies your smile gave him for the sake of your group. with his luck, you were probably into satoru anyway.

he’s always been in love with you, he thinks, but enjoyed playing hard to get. unlike suguru, he didn’t shy away from spending time with you. he loved to follow you around campus with his arm hooked around your waist, all big grins and pick up lines that made you roll your eyes every time. he was able to play it off on his nature, claiming that annoying you was worth every extra second of his time. he was all too fond of your amazing skill and intellect, your immense beauty and body for days was only an added benefit. gojo made it a point to train with you exclusively, something that brought the two of you closer and allowed you to see the serious side of one of your best friends. he could never bring himself to make a real move. with his luck, you were probably into suguru anyway—like everyone else. 

this delicate balance continued through the rest of your years at jujutsu tech and into your young adult years. the strongest, the curse-eater, and the girl that captured both of their hearts–and connected theirs to each other. gojo was able to satiate himself on his little touches and glimpses of your flustered smiles, shamelessly jerking off at night to the daydreams he has of his precious little girl best friend bouncing on his cock and moaning his name. geto tries to delude himself into feeling like a protective older brother, making it his job to monitor your safety and suitors. but no matter how much he tries, his hand still finds his cock in the comfort of his own bed in the middle of the night, shamefully pleasuring himself to the idea of having your body rocking beneath him and his hand around your neck. 

everything gets worse—or better, depending on who you ask— when you all move in together. it was gojo’s idea, claiming his home was too big for just one singular man. so of course he would invite you to come live with him, he hoped to make you woman of the house at some point in the future anyway, so why not now? he extends the same invitation to his other best friend, only because he knows geto would kill him for taking you for himself. the men were close, closer than most friends in multiple ways, so it was no mystery that their shared crush on you eventually became common knowledge. neither of them minded the competition, seemingly convinced he would win your heart on his own before the other could do the same—or in the worst case scenario they would share you! (and whose idea do you think that was?) 

            but they had to up the ante. 

it started small, geto dropped all his flings, even earning a few comments from you about how lonely he must be with his lack of company these days. he always chuckles and give you that suave smile of his, purring out a it’s time i get serious with a wink. he offered to make dinner nightly, making sure the brunt of housework didn’t fall on you since you were already on laundry duty. he always gave you rather selfish relationship advice, making sure you knew how differently he would treat a woman. it wasn’t lost on you, nor were gojo’s efforts.

he encouraged you to take his card and go crazy, often accompanying you on shopping sprees for the house and making sure you leave with an armful of new clothes and whatever else your eyes lingered on too long. satoru showed you his serious side, keeping the house regularly dusted and the floors cleaned, insisting a family should clean up after themselves and not keep servants to make their lives more detached. he invested in your hobbies, letting you try to teach him how to knit, play video games, even trying to do a little book club with you—that unfortunately, suguru was better at, much to his disappointment. 

you weren’t dim, you could tell what was happening. you had your suspicions for a while, the two of them practically glued to your sides at all times nowadays—unless one of you was away on a mission, which happened far too often for their liking. you would be lying if you said their attention didn’t make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, the two were easily the strongest sorcerers the world had to offer if you didn’t take one of those spots for yourself. they were both undeniably gorgeous in their own ways—so how could you possibly choose? your forced obliviousness is the only thing keeping you three firmly planted in friendshipville. though, it’s been more than obvious that you haven’t been seeing anyone outside of them, thank god, and you’re getting antsy. you have to apply more pressure, figure out something that would push them over the edge. you had to keep them competing for you since you couldn’t pick one over the other on your own. aha, you’ve got it—it’s low, scheming even, but you’re growing desperate. you’d just have to dust off your best acting skills and sluttiest outfit. 

it was late that night. you knew the boys were still awake, able to hear their laughter from your room. with one final and steadying breath, you peeked into the living room. they were sitting together on the couch watching a movie that was forgotten about as soon as you walked in, the soft sound of your door closing behind drawing their attention. you were evil in your cropped tank that made it painfully clear that was the only thing covering your perky tits, and it didn’t stop there. you didn’t bother with shorts, a cute thong cupping your pussy and sitting along those glorious wide hips. they could die–the effect you have is clear immediately. suguru clutches a throw pillow over his lap, hoping to smoothly hide the throbbing erection just looking at you gave him, while satoru only makes his more obvious by spreading his legs—at least geto tried to respect you. their eyes are practically bulging from their heads, suguru’s lip was between his teeth meanwhile satoru’s curls into a smirk. 

“you guys are being so loud out here.” you bat your eyes innocently, twirling a lock of your hair around your finger as you let your gaze bounce between them. gojo slides his glasses off, a bit starstruck as he sets them aside and looks over to suguru, needing him to be on the same page. 

“sorry princess,” satoru pouts, patting the spot in between him and geto. “since you’re up…why don’t you hang out with us?” you note the greed swimming in those all-seeing eyes. you force some bashfulness. 

“oh–dressed like this?” you rotate your hips a little bit to further your point and suguru has to clench his jaw tight to not groan aloud. “i wouldn't wanna make you guys uncomfortable.” 

“you won’t.” suguru blurts out, tucking some of his overgrown bangs behind his ear. satoru nods his agreement. 

“yeah! you’re our girl, you could never make us uncomfortable.” the white headed one says, cunningly petting the cushion again. you smirk to yourself, giving them a faux-reluctant nod before striding to sit. your ass ripples as you step past suguru, and his dick throbs pathetically. as soon as your back touches the couch, satoru’s arm is around your waist to tug your upper half into a lean; then suguru puts a massive paw over your thigh, kneading and stroking the exposed skin gently. they’re both so close, the heavy feeling of their hands on your skin was intoxicating; you could hardly tell where one stopped and the other one began. their scents were so overbearing, suguru’s spicy cinnamon and bourbon contrasted the honeyed vanilla sweetness of satoru so perfectly it had you drunk and losing sight of your master plan before anything had even really happened. but don’t worry, they’ll take very good care of you. you’ve gotten the ball rolling, which is good enough, right? 

they pretend to keep their eyes on the tv, heads forward like they don’t notice what the other was doing. satoru’s hand starts to creep under the hemline of your tank top, sinewy fingers long enough to brush against the underside of your breast. you hum softly at the touch, only encouraging the lean man to do it again. suguru watches patiently, waiting for more of your approval. you burrow deeper in his side, pushing your chest out even further. he could practically giggle with excitement at your eagerness. suguru scoots closer, sliding his arm across your lower back to grab handfuls of your thick ass free to fondle thanks to your slutty panties. your weight falls back to the middle, wanting to give geto more of your attention. he smiles at satoru at the action, taking it as a sign of your affection. the other man rolls his eyes, leaning into your side to nuzzle your cheek. 

the black haired man does the same into your neck, their hands kneading and rubbing and stroking your skin. you lean your head back against the couch, throwing your arms around them to encourage them further with a blissed out grin of your own. 

“our slutty little roommate came dressed like that for a reason.” satoru snickers, bringing his other hand to cradle your jawline, tossing a wink towards his dark haired counterpart. 

you hum, prying your eyes open to look at him with a smirk. “course i did…just like you asked me to move in for a reason and sugu gives me back massages for a reason.” you muse, humming as you walk your fingers down their spines. they look at each other with slight surprise, clearly they thought you were unsuspecting of them all this time. you chuckle softly, trailing your digits down their arms to close around their wrists, moving their massive hands to your chest, a boob each. you smirk at them. “everything that’s about to go down is only because i want it to happen, understand?” 

you look at gojo first, reveling in his amused expression. he hadn’t expected you to take over and become the boss, but he wasn’t necessarily opposed either. it was sexy to think that he had fallen for your trap, and not the other way around. he’d happily do anything that you wanted, all he wanted was you. you arch your brow and he nods dumbly, nuzzling into your cheek again to show his devotion. no woman had tamed him before, but it wouldn’t be so bad to start now, especially not when the woman in question is his very sexy best friend. you give him a soft smile of approval before turning to the real work, geto. 

many women had tried and failed to tame him, and he thought it was pretty funny each and every time. but now here you are, his gorgeous lady best friend, prepared to tell him what to do and exactly how to do it. now that was just plain adorable. you could see see the flames of intrigue flicker in his obsidian eyes, a gaze so intense it made you shrink into satoru a little bit. suguru was being hand gifted the only thing he’s ever wished for, but he would still have it on his terms. he squeezes down harshly on your breast, making you squirm. “cute. we wanted this longer though, so. how about you listen to me instead?” 

you scoff, looking down at his hand on you. “don’t act so bold now, sugu. if you wanted to be in charge, you should have acted like it.” you tease, and even gojo smirks behind you. he thought it would be pretty amusing to watch you two battle for dominance, though he’s smart enough to capitalize on an opportunity when he sees one. he pulls you against him, kneading your hips and giving your exposed neck sweet sloppy kisses, all playing into your favor. “maybe i’ll let you give out orders next time–but if you want to be a diva, i’ll just fuck satoru—i’m sure he’s more than enough.” 

the mentioned man hums, happy to be in your good graces and your leveraging tool. nothing drives suguru crazier than watching gojo get all the attention. geto gives you a look of dissatisfaction, only pushing you to climb onto your lanky friend’s lap, smiling down at him like an angel from heaven. gojo thought he may die right here. you’re perfect, the way your weight feels in his lap pressing up against his semi is so glorious already he’s afraid he may embarrass himself. his hands find your waist, and he’s looking up to you like he has no idea what to do next. he really is so clueless that it’s adorable. satoru acted like a pussy magnet, which wasn’t necessarily wrong since he is so gorgeous, powerful, and tall, but he never knew how to interact with them—especially since all his fantasies consisted of you, anyway. you smile down at him again and he knows it will be alright, that he’ll do what he does best and learn on the fly—he has to make you feel good. 

“take my shirt off, baby.” you coo to him, lifting your arms a bit so he could peel it off. He leans forward unsurely, almost looking to geto for approval before he pinches the fabric and brings it over your head. your tits fall from the little tank top holding them in place, a beautifully heavy chest with pebbled buds wait, calling gojo’s name. his face turns red and he looks up to you for the next order, feeling his semi grow into a full blown problem. geto watches you with narrowed eyes, aching bulge straining against his pants still, and you were only making it worse. he curses himself for being enamored with someone like you, an expert in pushing buttons. you’re his woman whether you know it or not, and he’s only willing to share you with his bestest of friends, even if you were grating on his last nerve. 

“do what feels natural, sato.” you breathe out, focused on the way his eyes grow at your permission and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. he’s been fixated on you as long as he can remember, and now it was his time to prove that he was the one for you. he drags your hips closer, wanting you to feel his erection pressing into that tiny thong you had the nerve to put on. you gasp in surprise, though a giggle quickly replaces the sound. you rest your arms on his shoulders, content to twirl locks of snowy white around your fingers. he groans at the sensation, struggling to keep his head on straight already. your body is so warm beneath his hands, so soft and pliable. you duck your head down to kiss him, and he tilts his head up to receive it. it swallows up all his senses, tunneling out everything around him to only focus on your touch, taste, and smell. he’s hungry, eager to prove his worth as a lover, wanting nothing else but to make you feel good. he grabs at your hips to feel you closer, and you indulge by circling your movements in his lap. he moans into your mouth as he feels your tits brush up against his shirt, making him break the kiss and lean back so he could get it off. he does it so quick that you aren’t prepared for his mouth to smack up against yours again, teeth clashing. you giggle again, enchanted by his boyish charm and overwhelming affection for you. it was sweet, and even though he was inexperienced, his kisses were full of passion and heat. 

geto had mixed feelings. on one hand, you looked magnificent. your body is like nothing he’s ever seen before, almost to the point of unfairness. no woman could ever compare after this. he’d either have to marry you or be forever disappointed. but, on the other hand, you were wiggling around in gojo’s lap instead of his, and that’s only tolerable for so long. gojo is lucky still, if it were anyone else there would be no tolerance at all. but his patience is wearing thin, especially once you start letting little moans of your own go because of satoru’s big hands massaging your tits and his bulge catching on your puffy clothed clit. you even sound angelic, and it’s pissing him off. this was just a display of your power over them, but suguru wanted to teach a few lessons of his own. he scoots closer, letting his hands mingle around with satoru’s, feeling the dips of your body. 

you can feel his touch, easily differentiating between satoru and suguru. your lanky friend’s hands were slimmer and warmer–moving around clumsily. your dark locked counterpart moved with more experience, his fingers thicker and rougher. you smirk at his impatience, clearly not able to be as obedient as dear satoru. you knew it would go like this, with gojo doing anything to please you and geto vying for control himself. you didn’t mind—you know it would push gojo to compete. 

geto wastes no time in pulling you off of gojo’s lap and into his own, much to his friend’s disappointment. you give him a pointed look, brow raised and all, but you still wrap your arms around his shoulders the same way you did your other bestie. he smirks up at you, expecting nothing but your compliance once he sees how wet gojo got you. he can tell from the look in your eyes that you don’t have a lot of fight left in you despite the way you act, and that’s perfect for him. he plans to make you brainless, able to remember nothing but him anyway. 

“greedy much?” you tease, tossing a look to the pouty white-haired boy watching with contempt. suguru shrugs. 

“hardly, just proving that he is not all you need.” he smiles up at you innocently, raking his touch over your thighs. unlike gojo, he knows exactly how to work you up and melt in his hands. gojo harrumphs in the corner of the couch. geto’s brow creeps up even though his head is laxly leaned back against the sofa. he watches you like he owns you, and you love the contrast between the two boys. you roll your eyes and lean down to kiss him anyway, and his lips tell you that the show is over. he gnashes his teeth against your lip, making you squeal and open up for him, wherein he promptly shoves his tongue in to smother yours out. your fingers card through the black tresses cascading over his shoulders and down his back as you hum into his mouth. he’s humming at your eagerness, letting his hand drift from the meaty parts of your hips over to the wet patch on your panties, grinning when you gasp. he works his deft fingers over your heat, and gojo makes a strangled noise as he watches you lewdly suck on geto’s tongue. you let your hips roll into his hand, his other one coming down on your rippling ass. you moan softly, prompting him to spank you again, much to satoru’s enjoyment.  

“s’fat, looks so pretty when you do that.” he compliments his friend, shoving out of his pants in anticipation of what comes next. his hand grabs around his proud length, pumping the curved shaft for minimal relief. geto hisses, feeling your hips move desperately towards your own release. he slaps your ass a third time, making you groan out and toss your head back, the picture of a perfect mess. 

“gonna cum already?” he tsked, though the smirk on his face betrays him. you nod, tugging on the roots of his hair hard enough to cause a little sting. satoru groans, tired of watching and desperate for any form of aid, but you’re too intoxicating to rush. “then cum.” he demands, stopping his touch. 

he knew he had pushed you far enough already, feeling your pelvis stutter against his hand. he watches you come undone, digging pearly white teeth into swollen lips as you dampen your panties another level. he doesn’t give you any type of reprieve before he’s pushing and tugging and arranging you for his preference on the cluttered couch. your brain is foggy already, clit throbbing from satoru’s craze and suguru’s abuse. he’s got you on all fours, face positioned over a huge cock nestled in trimmed white hair. 

“be easy on her, satoru.” geto warns as gojo gets to his knees, fisting your hair to get your attention. if you enjoyed suguru’s dominance then he would try some of his own. he directs your mouth over his leaky tip, and you stick out your tongue to encourage him. he nearly shudders just from that, and you whine at the feeling of geto sliding his hands down your ass and thighs with his breath fanning over your shiny hole. you’re gagging on satoru’s length hitting the back of your throat as suguru his fat tongue licks a teasingly slow stripe down your slit. you can’t help but pressed yourself further back into his muscle and force yourself down to the hilt of satoru. he groans loudly, giving you a taste of your own medicine with how he pulls on your hair. he guides you along him, amazed at how much better you feel than his hand. your velvet cheeks feel so wet and warm, it’s amazing he doesn’t cum down your throat instantly. meanwhile geto eats you from the back, sucking on your lips and nudging up against your bud in alternating motions, making your head cloud up with dizziness. that could be from the lack of air you’re able to get in around gojo’s cock stuffing your mouth, tears sliding down your flustered cheeks and drool spilling out around him. he’s whimpering, the sound of him coupled with squelching from both ends had suguru grunting into your folds, letting your sweet essence dribble down his chin. he’s grabbing handfuls of your ass, bruising and smacking the fat. your hands explore the lean expanse that is satoru’s body, muscular thighs keeping you steady and flexing abs making you clench around your other friend’s tongue. 

“gah, this—is amazing–fu-huck.” satoru whines, fisting your hair as his cock jumps at the sight of you. you moan your approval, pussy spasming for geto once again without warning, releasing on his face this time. your vision is already blurring, pleasure ripping through you all at once. he’s drunk on the taste of you, sitting upright on his knees as he scoops some of your cum out, coating his fingers with the slick. he may be the slightest bit possessive, but what’s his is gojo’s, and he had to let the other man taste you and get just as pussydrunk as he is. his other hand tugs you off his friend’s dick with a pop, pushing his hardness to the crack of your ass. he leans over you, body like a slab of concrete as he extends his hand to gojo. he leans up immediately, and you’re amazed at the sight of satoru sucking your juice off of suguru’s fingers, moaning slightly at your taste. geto smirks at him, settling back to his original spot. gojo grins widely as he wipes some residual tears from your face. 

“she’s so pretty, tell her suguru.” he sings, pushing some hair out of your face as the aforementioned wraps a beefy arm around your waist and pulls you to a sitting position against him. he’s so solid, you can feel how thick and long he is against your back, and it makes you tingle with need like you haven’t came twice already. he pulls you along as he repositions himself, sitting on the couch like it’s intended to be used for with you balanced on his abdomen. 

“oh of course, our pretty lady is the only girl i see.” suguru croons, pulling your hair into a ponytail just because he could. you look down at his cock, biting down on your lip at the sight. he was an inch or two shorter than gojo, but made up for it with his thickness. he had veins running along the shaft much like his muscular arms, and a dark tip growing impatient. they were perfect, you knew they would please you in different ways, but you had to have them both. 

when satoru gets to his feet and stands in front of you, pale fingers stroking his pretty cock, you knew that was their plan. 

geto snakes his hands to your thighs, prying them apart with little resistance from you. he lifts you with this grip, lowering you down all at once on him. he chuckles when you hiss and squirm at the stretch, feeling like a hot knife just gutted you. suguru continues sinking his hips into the cushions below and slamming them back up into you, locking eyes with his best friend eagerly awaiting his turn. you were a whimpering mess, falling back against the man railing you and leaving him responsible for holding you upright as your head finds home on his shoulder. 

“if i go easy on you now, you won’t be able to fit us.” suguru explains with a labored breath, your walls so tight he didn’t know if you’d be able to take them anyhow—but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. you nod your understanding, moving your hips to help his strokes hit even deeper. you already feel so full, you can’t imagine what it’s gonna be like when satoru tries to push in. “so fucking wet for your best friends, you’ll take us, won’t you?” 

you nod vigorously. it feels like you’re floating, every snap of suguru’s hips slammed his cock impossibly deeper. you knew your little act of control would only last so long, but it worked beautifully. if not for you, they’d probably be jacking off to you for the foreseeable future. 

“say it, wanna hear it from our girl’s mouth.” he coos, the tone of his voice so contradictory to what he actually says. it makes your pussy squeeze him anyway. 

“wanna take my best friend’s cocks.” you babble, feeling satoru’s hands on your waist again. 

“and what else?” suguru groans, almost irritated that your pussy fucked this good and you’ve had the nerve to keep it to yourself all this time. his hand closes around your throat this time, trusting satoru to keep you from falling over. you were so pliable and it was such a treat to hear you talk like this. 

“and i’m soaking wet for you both, god–stop teasin’.” you whine, batting your eyes at satoru. he’s sympathetic to your cause, wanting nothing more than to shove his rod deep in you and wonder who makes you feel better, not keen to wait for orders anymore, eager to earn your praise. suguru has your legs spread open perfectly; so while geto snickers from your answer, gojo steps forward and shoves his cock over his best friend’s and into your choking cunt. the feeling takes even suguru aback as you cry out from the stretch. It’s impossible, it’s too much, you feel like they’ll break you in half if they start to move, but the burning subsides, your fingers digging at gojo’s chest when suguru starts to move. 

all three of you moan. it’s too good not to, your cunt locking the men against each other, rubbing against your silken walls and the bumpy texture of the other’s ridges was the best way to fuck, they found out. suguru is slow, and prompts gojo to go even slower, feeling you loosen up as the pressure of them in your gut only makes you delirious. you’re so loud, nasty moans and curses coming from your lips as their pace increases, the two men locked in competition to make you and even the other cum first. satoru leans in, pressing his rock hard abdomen against you and deepening his angle. he has to balance himself by bracing his hand on suguru’s other shoulder, both of you close enough to kiss. this was how it was always meant to be, the three of you. he gives you a sloppy kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek to tell you how much this means to him. geto’s caught up in the moment, he tells himself, but everything feels so clear. they were never in competition—you needed them both, and he needed you both, and satoru needed the two of you both. then he feels it, a sloppy kiss meant for him, and he hums in realization. it wasn’t much different from kissing you, though satoru certainly needed the practice. you moan lewdly, the sounds of your cunt being stuffed and their grunts and groans of pleasure provide the soundtrack as they work in tandem to drive you crazy. 

“g’na–ngh–cum boys, ohhh~” you cry, legs starting to shake in suguru’s grip. they break their kiss to watch you jerk and jump, fucking into you as deep as their hips will allow. Satoru presses his fingers to your clit, hoping to increase your cute little spasms, but what you do instead is even sexier. you push at his shoulders, a clear liquid gushing and spraying over his abdomen and dripping down your cunt to cover suguru’s balls, leaving them both gaping in amazement. 

“that’s a good fucking girl, shit–” suguru mumbles, watching satoru’s face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure. he doesn’t warn you, holding your hips down to receive all of his cum, the hot feeling making you writhe and moan in his lap to send satoru spurting too. it’s so much, the burning warmth in your gut, their seed mixing together inside of you and gushing out around them both, making such a mess you’re almost embarrassed. satoru slumps forward to kiss you all over, mumbling out thanks for letting them destroy you like this as he lifts you off of suguru, cuddling up with you—mess be damned. you’re panting, sensitive, and dripping but you can’t stop grinning at your success. suguru rolls his eyes at satoru’s childishness, but it really just amuses him. he’d rather you have company as he cleans up the messes anyway, cleaning you and even satoru up before himself. satoru spoons you from behind and suguru shoves himself on the couch to hold you the other way, content at his display of power over the two strongest sorcerers in the room. everyone settles their breathing and into a lull of peace, the only sound in the room was the forgotten movie on the flatscreen, until. 

“hey—i didn’t get to eat her outtttttt.” gojo whines, squeezing your body. you laugh, expecting geto to do the same, but he entertains this argument. 

“you got your dick sucked—i didn’t get that—”

“we have plenty of time to even the score, shut up and let me sleep before i use my technique to un-fuck you.” you giggle. 

[lovewireds]

been meaning to post my designs for these little guys forever. insane splatoon rambling under cut to explain design choices and lore related things ... read my autism boy

btw this is a repost from our art side blog this was written and drawn like months ago <- minorly rewrote some things tho

thx splatoon users drfreeman & drcoolatta for fueling my splatvrai autism brainrot ... i hate u /J

GORDON

idk how to explain this but Theoretical Physicist is inkling coded . maybe its cuz splatoon species social hierarchy

Native ink color is Orange, but he has Dark Brown tentacle roots.

Uses custom weapons to attach in place of his prosthetic; It works best with Splatlings but can be adjusted to attach other weapons.

If the thing above didn't make it obvious, he's a Splatling main. He switches out depending on his mood though.

sighhhhh technically an Agent... stares at the ceiling...Main character...

His arm loss is like pretty much the same as in-canon but it's with the octarian army shrugs. don't ask me why he doesn't just regenerate it cuz hes a squid thats for me to know and you to find out. (get partially sanitized loser)

Born & Raised in Inkopolis pre-splashtags; He wasn't informed of the switch to Splashtags being expected when participating in most activities around Inkadia.

TOMMY

I forgot why i made him an inkling why did i do that. I think it was bc i didnt wanna make them all octolings but i was wrong srry we all make mistakes /hj I ALREADY REDREW HIM ONCE IM NTO DOING IT AGAINNN

Native ink color is orange-brown.

His hat has an eye guard for sensory reasons; He covers up as much of his skin as possible because he doesn't like the feeling of foreign ink on him.

He isn't a specific weapon main, he just uses any long-range weapon to minimize the possibility of getting ink on himself. If he has enough guarding, he prefers to use N-ZAP '89.

Makes his own gear for sensory reasons as well :) It's legal when ur dad's the G-Man.

Exclusively plays in Turf Wars, Anarchy Battles, etc with friends. He hates playing with people he doesn't know.

Born in Splatsville !! He feels like a Splatsville resident. His occupation is resident I cannot imagine him doing Anything

His dad is that creepy curtain in one of flounder heights windows /j

BENR(E)Y

Octoling bc I wanted him to be sanitized :) Other than the visual part of being sanitized, I thought him being clinically dead fits /hj also lore reasons below

Pre-sanitization, his native ink color was blue.

Great Turf War veteran; He didn't do anything in the war itself, he was just enlisted lol. He was primarily security for the Octarian Domes in the years after the war. Yes, that also means he is over 100 years old.

"Raised" (debatably) in Octo Canyon.

E-liter main (4-star Base + 5-star Scope) and avid squidbagger. He also uses any heavyweight weapons (dynamo, tenta, etc)

Absolutely hates working at Grizzco, he only does Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles. He only works at Grizzco during Big Runs. The type of guy that does X battles.

Professional Anarchy / Ranked / X Battler btw. That's literally 90% of what he does.

Got on Gordon's azz over him not having a Splashtag; i wonder what that parallels.

BUBBY

Genuinely don't have a lot to say about his design. He gives off Splatoon 2 Octoling vibes (showoff /hj) also i wanted to make his hair wispy like it should be.

Native ink color is a light blue-gray gradient.

The drawing doesn't give it credit but I swear those are glasses not goggles .. they're opaque-colored slanted oval glasses !! ^_^ u can interpret them as spiked or just eyelashes, both are right.

oh also the text under bubby says "Is Best" in some splatoon font we downloaded awhile ago . i think it was ripped from splatnet

Blaster main. I don't know how to explain this one but it feels right.

helps with the practical Map props (ie ink rails) and with some weapon gear manufacturing ^_^ tech guy

COOMER

Was going to make him an Octoling for the convenience of making his hair curly but i didn't want to make all of them octolings + i think his personality generally fits Inklings more.

Native ink color is an off white gradient.

Slosher main cuz he likes moving his arms. this makes sense to me. Also is a fan of Splatlings and other Shooters.

i felt ill trying to design coomer without making his eyes two lines with eyelids

War Veteran...Stole some octarian tech and got fucked up super limbs. Cyber Inkling stealing from octos !! [inkadia crowd goes wild] /j

anyways outside of the war™ he's a data researcher. just generally. he does shit with splatfests and eggstra work.

If you splashed him with ink he would stand unmoving. He would not shake it off.

DARNOLD

Ok i'll be honest the Octoling choice is primarily bc Octolings have the afro style & inklings have no textured hair styles (i didnt have the energy to design smth that could work) . His personality fits octoling too though :3

Native ink color is red-orange.

The fucked up guy that makes those drink effects people never use ( i use them ... )

He doesn't participate in Turf Wars or Anarchy Battles, but he works some gigs at Grizzco for extra cash every once in awhile !

the type of guy that goes after flyfish cuz no one else will . god bles !!!

not a lot to say about his design & his place in inkadia , it kinda speak for itself . he just wants to get by and make his drinks in peace . #autism ... he is pretty much exactly the same as his canon self

[xoxochb]

Wait what if u did a jason x chronicallyonline!Reader n her saying smth so completely brainrot or smth and him being utterly comused and genuinely thinking that reader hurt her head or something

— clinically insane girlfriend ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: none pairing: jason grace x utterly brainrotted! reader a/n: had my little brother help me for this one everyone say thank you to my little brother 🙏🏼 also many tears were shed in the process. and I literally had to look up half of these I’m awful with slang shot 😭 and the definitions might be wrong because again I’m not good with slang

“you’ve got such good rizz jase, do you know that? It’s so sigma of you”

jason puts his book down on his lap. for a moment he struggles to find the right words to respond with, but ultimately decides on a simple, “what?”

“you’re literally the alpha, shut up. like, your dad is the king of gods and shit”

“actually I wasn’t it was—”

you stop your utter insane talk for a moment, resting your chin in your hand. “you’re really pretty, y’know?

“what is ‘rizz’?”

your eyes widen and you gasp in mock surprise. though you were aware your boyfriend wasn’t involved in the internet world

“— and what is ‘sigma’? is that bad?”

you laugh at his worried demeanor. “rizz is, like, your ability to be seductive. so if I said you had good rizz that means that you’re good at seducing people”

a blush arises on his cheeks. “I’m not seductive”

“yeah? tell that to my—”

“okay, well what is ‘sigma’?”

you frown when your sentence was interrupted. “good… it’s cool, it’s just a good thing”

“so you think…” he ponders for a moment before continuing “that my ability to seduce people is cool?”

“people?! who are you seducing that isn’t me?” you sit up dramatically

jason fumbles over his words. “nobody! I’m just talking generally!”

“I can’t believe this” you say, ignoring his words of protest. worried, he takes both of your hands into his to calm you from your mock anger

“I don’t… seduce… other women. I was just using it as an example”

“okay…” you sigh “now would you mind rizzing me up right now? that would really help prove your point”

[rocketinthesky]

I’ve been thinking a lot about why a lot of people are starting to hate Lando sm and while i do think part of it does have to do with him just performing good and having a championship winning car, the other part might just be because he’s “changed” and he’s had a few “immature” moments so to speak. Like people are largely unhappy with his petty comments with Lewis in the cool down room (which yes as a lover of the norris boy i agree lashing out was childish and unnecessary), how he acted about Oscar’s first win (which to an extent ik why people are upset at Lando’s behaviour but…i can sympathise with both sides and can’t dislike him for that because it was a painful and complicated situation), and most recently his “cocky” comment after winning the dutch gp where he repeated Max’s signature line or wtv (which i myself didn’t see much issue with since they’re friends and Max himself didn’t show any significant emotion towards either).

A lot of it boils down to people calling Lando arrogant and perhaps him not “delivering” enough to be that arrogant and my opinion on that is: firstly) the whole SPORT is built on arrogance lol every single driver on the grid is competitive, arrogant, and so pumped full of adrenaline and rage that they say and do a lot of stupid shit when high on the emotions from a race. Literally every driver ever, from the grid now and from the past, has been far from perfect. Think Seb, the grid’s father even after retirement, hailed the nicest most genuine driver ever. Ya think he hasn’t had his cocky, fucked up moments? My mans was a MENACE in his prime. Yall need to stop wearing rose-tinted glasses for your favs lol. Max, who’s gotten into many childish altercations after races, like the infamous moment with Ocon and even last year with George. But no one criticizes Max to that degree (disclaimer: i don’t dislike any of the drivers i’m using as examples. I am a lover of all but that also means i criticize fairly). It’s fucked up to say you excuse certain behavior from someone just because they’re winning more or a better driver in your opinion. Very very fucked up to call someone who’s open about the mental struggles of being a racer “weak”. Lando’s far from perfect but so is every other driver on the grid.

They’re all human, they’re all clinically insane because only a crazy person would live their life riding at that speed for the thrill of it. They’re all heavily flawed, they’re all emotional beings. They have their moments of pettiness, aggression, immaturity, arrogance. This isn’t just in defense of Lando but of every driver on the grid. Stop putting them on a pedestal of unrealistic standards. They’re fuckin F1 drivers, some of the most fucked up (said fondly) species of human. And stop being hypocrites. It’s okay to criticize them, rather we should criticize them. I was and still am very vocal about how unnecessary Oscar’s recent comments about Stroll was, but it’s something i also won’t dwell on because it’s just part of the sport lol. I won’t hesitate to criticize any of them, even my favs, because that’s the healthy way to be a fan of someone. But mindlessly hating someone is so stupid. I mean ig u do u but if you’re gonna hate over dumb shit just be ready to get backlash over it lol

Anyways idk if this rant even made any sense.

Tl;dr - Lando’s shown some immature/“unlikeable” emotions like a normal human being and now everyone hates him for it despite ignoring the same behaviour from their favs. Lmfao. Peace out. Stay sane🫡

[calyxthenerd]

HIIIIIIII❤️

Idk if u did before but Kitty X Cerise?🥺

This is such a cute pairing actually! And I’ve never written anything for them before!

They bicker so much about every little thing that for the first two months of their relationship, all their friends thought they hated each other, until they got caught by Cedar in the enchanted forest, and well, the whole school found out

Lots of threats from their respective friend groups (You’d expect Raven and Lizzie to be exceptionally brutal about it, but Kitty disappears every time Cedar comes into the room and when Bunny arrives, Cerise always tugs her hood extra tight over her head, they refuse to talk about it and shudder every time someone asks)

Eventually when Cerise decides to talk about her family on her own terms and takes her hood off, Kitty breaks down into tears and keeps apologizing every time they talk for a week

Kitty thinks it’s adorable how her girlfriend can tear into a piece of meat like it’s nobody’s business

Every time someone makes fun of Cerise’s more wolfish traits that she can’t hide they go to class the next morning with neon green hair, or chicken legs or with a clown outfit on (the only thing they had in their closet) and that’s not even touching on teachers who force her to do presentations in front of the whole class, or that one time someone set up a trap for hunting in the enchanted forest and Carmin got caught in it, they vanished without a trace before even Ashlynn Ella could get her hands on them, not that they’d be missed, they were so annoying and bigoted, and their grades weren’t particularly high, so headmaster Grimm didn’t even bother looking into it

Lots and lots of scratching behind ears on both parts, they melt into a puddle every time

This happens at least once a week during lunch:

Ramona: what the hell are you doing with Hood? She’s so boring and quiet, I seriously don’t get it, are you clinically insane?? (This is all in sisterly good fun)

Kitty: first of all, I’m from wonderland, we’re all insane, but have no clinics for it, and second of all, if you ever talk about my girlfriend like that again, I’ll make what happened to Hedge look like a joke (this is a game to them, the three of them are going to Kitty’s room to laugh their asses off after this)

[swordsmans]

woagh! rare wip wednesday. i finally found some words and im making... progress? on the other half of mithridatism, aka monster trio poison immunity angst pt. 2, aka zoro's perspective (the parts sanji isnt there for), aka [[a really good title i prommy]].

anyway, thank u @asexualzoro for the funniest thing to happen to me all week, although it is only (as previously mentioned) wednesday. theres still time for comedy. i’m keeping my options open.

text under the cut! as always, keep in mind this is really just a draft…

Then, without another word, he lifts his left hand—fingers splayed—and Zoro feels the fucked up, unnatural buzz of Law’s power blanketing the room like a thousand tiny pinpricks to his senses. He opens his mouth, already halfway to cursing when Law snaps D and A—and suddenly there, in the center of the cold stainless steel operating table, is a jar. 

It’s an unassuming thing—thick purple-red visible through clear surgical-grade glass etched and labeled with a clinical sterility, such a contrast from the repurposed, hand-sealed rows in the Cook’s pantry that Zoro laughs—a half-formed chuckle of disbelief huffed out into the beat of stillness that falls between them. The viscous liquid sits in heavy contrast to the bright, terrible gleam of the room itself; Zoro can’t take his eye off it. Can’t stop staring, like his left lid has been peeled open and taped back, his neck trapped in a vice, his feet nailed to the floor. 

“You’re insane,” Zoro sneers, and in his peripheral vision, he sees Law shrug. 

“This is the New World. I’m not stupid enough to waste valuable resources,” Law replies, unaware or simply uncaring. “The opportunity to study something so potent only rarely—if ever—surfaces. The opportunity to study something resistant to it—well.” Law shrugs again, and Zoro hears the metal edge of the surgical table creak under his own grip. Something in the room snarls, but Law’s expression doesn’t change. “Really, Zoro-ya, you’re being dramatic.”

“You kept his blood,” Zoro spits, and it’s not a question. There’s a sick kind of shine through the glass, an illness to the color that’s not just oxidation but something worse, maybe—because Zoro knows blood. Knows it intimately, deeply, religiously—knows it better than sweat and sake and seawater, and that—

“Oh, I kept more than that,” Law replies. “But two years is a long time, and storage space on a submarine is inherently limited.”

“You’re fucked in the head.”

Law raises an eyebrow, unmoved. “Like I said,” he hums, “pragmatist.” 

“We fought for you,” Zoro seethes, “and the whole time Luffy was trying to keep you from killing yourself on Doflamingo’s doorstep, you had this in your cabinets like some kind of fucked-up vampire.” 

“Do you think he would care?” Law asks, and Zoro grits his teeth, silenced, because no, actually. He knows full-well Luffy wouldn’t give a shit if he were even aware of the theft—both because he trusts Law (probably picked him, Zoro knows, the moment the Polar Tang surfaced next to Marineford’s battlefield) and because Luffy would genuinely, honestly, wholeheartedly believe in punching his way through whatever risk a rival Captain’s unrestrained study of his physiology might bring. And Zoro doesn’t doubt he could. 

(Law seems to feel the same—he still hasn’t denied Luffy’s own ability to kill him with a little time and effort, after all.)

[lifea16]

Ghostfuckers thoughts [Live]

Blitz is coping badly [Buying 100 taxidermy owls to burn to stop thinking about Stolas ain't exactly normal]

Is Moxxie going to be out of commision because of MATHS [Actually it was buisness bankruption but still]

Okay.. Blitz is doing horribly

How are the shorts showing him okay when HE'S COPING BY SPENDING A SHITTON OF MONEY AND JUST LIKE NOT OKAY

'We're bankrupt! FUCK' /ref

...Blitz has been stuck in his office this whole TIME [Actually living in it is this where he sleeps most of the time bc there's a bed here]

......Blitz u okay [obviously not but still]

Millie what do you think he's been doing when he's been DROWNING HIMSELF IN WORK

Overeating is a sign of clinical depression

I know it's only been 3 minutes but I WANT TO HUG BLITZ NOW

This sinner is so pretentious xD /pos

TIME TO REENACT THE GHOST SHOW

But, how will we get to this plot

Blitz being hyperfixated on ghosts because he's watching Ghostfuckers to cope is not something I was expecting

Aww Millie made an 'Unconditional Support' ticket <3

Aren't y'all bankrupt, take any job y'all can get =/

Blitz is Horny✨

Okay.. I don't think going that insane is normal... I mean ya it was a bankruptcy but don't break ur windows

Loona and Moxxie subplot is happening!

Did Blitz just make a Mean Girls Reference ?? /pos

Blitz.. stop watching the ghost porn, you are supposed to kill the ghost

Millie let him stay in delulu so that he doesn't stay in catatonic grief

Blitz is going to need a second job after this like sheesh

Sudden costume change is sudden. like, did they change in the wild open or smthn?

BLITZ WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MIMICING THE GHOST PORN

Blitz, you'll have to be an assassin today, not Angel Dust

Oh.. Blitz is flashing us.. BESTIE HOW'D YOU GET THOSE EXTRA SCARS

Millie must clean both hotel and van fluids today

BLITZ YOU ARE NOT BEING FILMED UNLESS YOU CAN SEE THE FOURTH WALL AND IF SO LISTEN TO ME

..Also why can't they say fuck in the porn show?? [Unless that was some other f word]

Iconic scene from trailer is Iconic [its the 'prepare to get sucked on by the astral plane' one]

Whoopsies ig

Blitz stop annoying the hotel guests

Okay.. Millie is actually annoyed at Blitz

I swear I'm getting Deja Vu from the 'Who needs you anyway'

And here come the ghost shenanigans!!~

Slenderman but make it Millie

Okay the hallucinations be happening all at once

Is there actually a ghost or is Blitz having a panic attack/ hallucinating all of this?

BABY WE BUILT THIS HOUSE ON MEMORIES!!~ /ref

oh fuck oh fuck BLITZ I AM GOING TO HUG YOU NOW

It was a panic attack! [Also Blitz here's your 3rd hug]

Where was Millie this whole time? As far as I can tell Blitz fell out the vent and had a panic attack but what was Millie doing?

We stan supportive Millie! <3

Flashback time!!!

Those who said that Blitz and Millie shared a hit were correct!!

WAIT IT WAS ACTUALLY MOXXIE FIRST [Our headcannons were lies!]

This combat style is so unique! I love it!

Millie suffered from internalized racism back in the day

You have only seen the first of it Mills

No, she'll love him, so much that they are now married

Oh look! 'We deserve worse' buddies! One helps the other whenever their low! :3

Internalized Racism is Internalized

Aggressive love, the best kind for all demons

You saw potential in Moxx in the prison break, mention that!

Where had the pendant gone that Millie found it?

Fuck ya! Blitz feels better now!! >:3

WELL FIGURE IT OUT

Oh! Envy residents are 'Infesters!'

Ghost shit! For real this time!

Time to get possessed Blitz!!

Or.. Not

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Welcome to the trauma slideshow!

MILLIE HE'S GOING TO THINK YOU MADE HIS PANIC ATTACK WORSE WHEN THIS IS OVER COMFORT HIM AGAIN AND TELL HIM THE GHOST FUCKED IT UP

Oops, the opposite way, it's gonna ruin Millie's POV

FUCK I THINK THE LEAKS ARE GONNA HAPPEN

Both Blitz and Millie are gonna need hugs

I WILL MURDER YOU RONALDO DON'T YOU DARE RUIN THE BESTIES

Ronaldo probably wouldn't even be able to taste Blitz's insecurity if he pushed Millie away because Blitz wouldn't be around anymore

I'm sure Millie can tell it's the ghost, right? Why would she trust the ghost

FUCK YES MILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My girl!!!

Did Blitz actually change his last name to Demon-Dicker xD /hj

That was.. easy

'i never had a real friend that i didn't wanna fuck' How did Blitz just say the most loveless aroallo thing ever

Alright! He's confessed that Stolas got to him and doesn't want a threesome anymore!

Glad they can both agree they wanna fuck Moxxie xD

MOXXIE SOLVED THE PAPERWORK!!! YAYY

Overall, not what I was expecting, but loved it nonetheless!!

[yenqa]

moot game!! which enhypen members would crush on ur mooties and why?

hii tysm for sending an ask ><! kind of made this into a who do i ship with my mooties sorry :O

@naespas — jungwon

nae is literally the sweetest everrr :( i think her and jungwon because jw is also so sweet and needs someone trustworthy and kind to rely on like nae! which is why jungwon would like her because shes just sosos kind and has a warm aura

@yeokii — sunghoon

now bear with me here. sunghoon is a very quiet guy but super loud at times when hes happy or excited, which matchs hanas energy!! shes super energetic all the time so i think thats why he would definitely be intrigued, they would be a perfect matching energy kind of thing, like she talks he listens or vice versa

@wvnkoi — heeseung

Okay this is a little biased because seol is insane for him. But if heeseung saw her he would be insane for HER too CAUSE OH LORD SHES GORGEOUS. anyways i think heeseung would like the fact shes very Um crazy and he would find it cute and plus shes SOSO funny and who doesnt like a funny girl?? heeseung def does

@haknom — niki

both clinically insane. im just kidding (NO IM NOT) but niki would def want someone who matches his energy and who does that better than kayla??? def a friends to lovers type thing where niki is just like. Wow. shes so funny and awesome and pretty why didnt i notice this b4 🤣🤣

@manooffline — sunoo

both give the same energy which is why sunoo was so interested. moe is literally so sweet and is so easy to talk to which is why i think sunoo and her would be so perfect for eachother! ik their convos would be so fun and they would just be so cute tgt!

@hanniluvi — jake

both super talkative and def matches the others energy! like jake would def like how fun and easy she is to talk to but anyways soph would def charm him because duh shes charming when they first meet and jake would be like wow. why she kinda… and then they kiss and fall in love the end

@yizmiu — jay

I can’t believe im shipping my man with Someone 🤢 else 🤢 (jk i love u ej) but seriously they would be so perfect together. kind of like a safe place kind of relationship where they can just rant to eachother!! even when ej goes missing they would still talk to eachother UGH.

[starr-finn]

Hi!!! So I got something (a request) for u :)

- Anyways, it's for Faith (John) bc as that one Tiktok comment said, 'sometimes babygirl is a 35 year old man'

- So reader isn't necessarily religious, but she comes along with John on these 'missions'(?) to make sure he doesn't go completely insane

- (This was suggested by Father Garcia, saying that it would be good to make sure that he doesn't go mad with grief or something)

- Reader is somehow SO optimistic and like a ball of sunshine all the time???

- Like she (or they idm too much) always manages to be somewhat optimistic and always focuses on the good side of things?

- Like, we almost died? Yeah, almost dude! We did it :D

- At first John finds it kind of weird but he kind of grows on it?

- At one point, John gets really down and sad about things in like, the clinic or whatever, and Reader's like 'Don't worry, we'll make it, you and me! :)'

- She just turns around (like this ig) and gives him a really warm smile and John's heart go BOOM BOOM (💀)

- And John's like 'Oh no I like them in a not platonic way ohno'

- Idk where this is going lmao 😭

AHHHHHH BESTIE YESSSSS!!!!

John Ward X Reader

Author's note: Reader is so Bubbly, it's odd in this time the game takes place. Minor angst and depictions of injury potential minor mentions of gore, reader was stabbed like 7 times, poorly written Catholicism mention again lol and very random additions to the story I made up because why not, no mention of the abortion clinic cuz that's my least favorite part lmaooooo

John had never met someone like you, You were so joyful! Sure, he thought it was funny, and oddly cute sometimes, But sometimes, the sheer joy was off-putting and sometimes uncomfortable. He didn't fully understand why you seemed so happy and cheerful in the situation you both are in together. He remembers the day Father Garcia told him it was a good idea to keep you around, claiming it was good for mental health to have someone else around to talk to in these situations. He never understood that, but he was willing to keep you around, he thought you were nice. He genuinely cared about you, so when you got attacked by a couple demons, and were left in the clinic at the base of operations you guys all set up together, John almost lost his mind, he had seen you get stabbed, and he was told by the guy they had running the clinic that if he hadn't been so careful carrying you in that you may not have made it. John was basically crying when you were put into surgery, you were bleeding so badly, and he swore he thought he could inside the wounds, He felt so gross after seeing you like that. John was pacing around outside listening to Garcia tell him it was going to be ok, and then the doctor walked out, and gave the news you were ok, and John never cried that hard in his life. He was given the ok to go in and see you, and he wasted no time. The sight of you laying on a stiff, uncomfortable bed, looking tired and defeated, while also smiling at him, made his heart feel a way he hadn't felt since he married his ex-wife, he knew the feeling too well, but he never expected he'd feel it for you of all people.

John walks over and sits beside you "How are you feeling?" He seemed scared, but happy, and you had a feeling you knew why

You smile and gently brush his hair back "Like hell...but hey, that's better than what I felt earlier!"

John chuckles and ruffles your hair softly "You're so strong..."

You smile and lean closer to him, closing your eyes and falling asleep. John blushes a bit and smiles, he felt he would never come to terms with the way he felt about you, but, he knew he would protect you with his life, even if it meant losing it. To him, you were a gift from a god he had been losing belief in, a god he worried forgot him. You were special to him, and he never wanted to lose you. He stayed sitting beside you for a couple hours until he was forced to leave, but it became routine, he'd stay with you for hours until you were cleared to leave, and while you felt it was a bit odd, you were happy to have him close, and he was happy you were ok

[couchcandy]

Psych x Community ??

I love psych and i love community so this vague concept of them existing in the same universe has been floating around in my head. 

The key connecting factor being the references to Shawn/Britta’s similarly eclectic off-screen pasts. They're close in age so I'm like okay - it would totally be possible for them to have known eachother/dated/whatever at some point before. 

psych aired from 2006 - 2014; Shawn born 1977

community aired from 2009 -2014; Britta born 1980

(Take these two quotes just as an example but it's referenced casually throughout both shows)

Britta’s Dad: I mean, every time we get too close, you run off. We sent you a birthday card to your apartment in New York, and the next week you’re setting fire to a Jamba Juice in San Jose.

Britta: How long is that gonna stick with me?

Britta’s Mom: Until arson is legal, sweetie.

Gus: Shawn, you’ve had fifty-seven jobs since we left high school.

Shawn: Yes I have. And they were all fun. But this one takes the cake.

Gus: Oh yeah? Better than the acupuncture clinic?

Shawn: I didn’t realize experience was necessary.

Gus: What about the summer you spent driving the weiner mobile?

Shawn: I did that for the hot dogs.

I think they fit somewhere in the ballpark of each other's types, both sluts(affectionate) and it makes sense for them to have crossed paths at some point during Britta's “anhercists” days. 

So that establishes a link between the groups, but what would it be like if they interacted? Take the arbitrary scenario; Shawn and Gus have gotten themselves and by extension the SBPD into another whacky shenanigan somehow who cares how i'm not writing this

I imagine initially everyone in the study group has a more or less positive impression of Shawn because he's charming, (with the notable exception of…you got it! Jeff)

JEFF

In typical jeff fashion is immediately threatened by Shawn because he has to be the coolestmostlikeabledude™ in the room at all times while simultaneously has to act like he doesn't care so he's quietly seething and - hey what's this new dude doing here making all my friends laugh that's my job! i must now make it my life's mission to prove this guys a fraud and reclaim my status no matter how much a fool i make of myself in the process (a la: advanced documentary filmmaking)

BRITTA

Normal standard “hey old friend” situation, remember when we *insane thing involving multiple felonies and property destruction* haha anyway let me introduce you to my friends - 

ANNIE

immediate skepticism that Shawn is able to sidestep pretty quickly by being charming/flirty (NOT in a gross way *hisses at the jeffannie shippers*) Her reaction being like when the dean “swaps bodies with jeff” or after abed’s don draper impression.

ABED

Knows Shawn isn't really psychic but goes along with it/doesn’t point out that Shawn’s hyper observant because he's invested in watching the psychic/cop show formula play out. He would! and I would too!

(quote from 5x03 Basic Intergluteal Numismatics):

Abed Nadir: [Pretending to read the crime scenes as a psychic] I see a man... using a social disorder as a procedural device. Wait, wait, wait, I see another man. Mildly autistic super detectives everywhere.

TROY

Obligatory: “you’re wrinkling my brain right now” and just general fascination, awe, and wonderment. Asks Shawn to tell him his future

SHIRLEY

Immediate judgment on Shawn's practices not being christian enough for her standards, but easily swayed to liking him once he picks up on something and comments on her ex husband being an idiot to lose her or something

PEIRCE

Does his peirce thing and tries to seem impressive and fails, something level five laser lotus blah blah - u get it thats enough on him 

THE DEAN

Is facilitating the psych crew being there because it might bring in good press for greendale and he def does the hand on shoulder thing when he meets him you know the one - omg and totally is into Lassiter furrowed brows “im packing heat” Carlton, please. – lassie is Not Amused™ 

CHANG

This depends on what point in community canon this interaction takes place because season 1 chang would prob be normal(for him), but like season 5 Chang would do/say something so insane and so chang that i can't even come up with it

As for our psych guys, Gus points out how weird and fucked up and bizarre Greendale is meanwhile Shawn is LIVING for it - signs them up for the Dean’s PA announcements class, and “Gus! buddy! I hope you don't mind. I used your credit card to sign us up for The History of Ice Cream. Come on, it starts in 20 minutes ! :D” Gus: “Shawn! >:0”

Lassie would just nonstop point out all the health and safety violations- he doesn't want to be here- calls a lot of people hippies, generally grumpy demeanor and we love him for it.

Starburns terribly hits on Jules - gets rejected, proceeds to try and sell her drugs - gets arrested.

[syn4k]

my FAVORITE thing ever is when you send a friend something because it has the energy of something they r clinically insane about and without even needing to say a single word they pick up on it instantly and just talk about it because you both know its about the Thing. bonus points if you are both clinically insane about the Thing cos then you can just talk about it without even needing to clarify what the conversation is about bc u both already know.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

hi wifey happy stan week :* <3 please drop ur favorite ojverse headstannons or else ( i will kiss u )

OH GOD OH FUCK I get asked to talk about OJVerse Stan AND get offered a kiss?? Hehe slay

Alright here’s some OJV Stan hcs:

• So OBVIOUSLY Stan is our plant based KING (every time I write him but specifically OrangeJuiceVerse) and he generally doesn’t push that onto his friends but if you get him started… oh boy. In middle school Randy BANNED him from watching Animal Planet (fuck u rancid randy) bc our boy BROKE DOWN about the endangered buffalo and he SOBBS at every Sad Animal Add on tv TO THIS DAY!!!

• Speaking of Sad Animals, their cat, Moose, WAS, in fact, adopted from an animal shelter that Stan volunteered at for a period post the Sad Sack oneshot before working up the nerve to apply at the vet clinic, and he and Kyle both VERY MUCH consider that cat to be their SON!!! Once Style gets close to Creek during and after BBFA2, Stan and Craig wind up bonding over the way Moose is attracted to Craig’s calm demeanor.

• Also ojv Stan is a MASSIVE FUCKING LOSER like it is canon in the series that he SPEAKS CLUMSY ELVISH in the fucking BEDROOM like a NERD and Kyle CANT RESIST!!! They rp their warrior/elf king personas FREQUENTLY and it is so astronomically Lame I would die for them

• OJV STAN IS A BIG BOY!!! Like the guy is Built for HUGS and WILL HUG EVERY BEING ON EARTH! All creatures great and small get the Stan Hug and Kyle has… a certain fixation… on his arms… (simp). Even after Stan has to stop playing football (I may need to write a whumpshot on that actually), he tries to keep up his physique JUST so he can hold EVERY dog ever like a BABY!!! He also adores holding Kyle (even when Kyle pretends to protest) and They Are!!! Perfect Puzzle Pieces!!!

•Sober KING!!! Stan stopped drinking at the age of 25 after a particularly bad breakdown in which he TOLD KYLE EVERYTHING bc man’s was SO DISTRAUGHT that he forgot how many ice cubes Ky puts in his juice and he was like fuck no this ends HERE!!! He chairs local AA meetings on Wednesdays and is accountability buddies w Tweek.

• On the note of his friendship w Tweek and their sobriety, Stan wrestled a LOT with asking Tweek if he could be his sponsor. The self doubt hit AGGRESSIVELY and he didn’t feel ready to step into that role at first. But doing one daunting thing gives courage for doing another, so once he finally proposed to Kyle, he found the strength to support another recovering addict. Kyle’s really proud of him.

• The poor guy has been suffering depressive episodes for most of his life, but he has always found an outlet through music. He’s an incredibly intuitive guitar player and can pick up just about any genre at the drop of a hat.

• INSANE green thumb, like he can grow just about anything (helped Sharon in her garden always) and when Kyle was struggling with outpatient for his eating disorder in freshman year of high school, Stan brought him flowers EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. Even with Kyle missing a full month of school, Stan Marsh was NOT about to go even a DAY without seeing him and making sure he felt loved. Once Kyle was feeling stronger mentally and physically, that’s when they started dating. Kyle initiated that first kiss, and Stan cried.

• OJV Stan reallllyyyy likes to carry his partner. Like REALLY likes it. It makes him feel like the knight in shining armor he always wanted to be, and he gets so excited when kyle actually LETS him. He takes pride in being a source of comfort, and when Kyle fucked up his knee in AFITS, he got to offer the same kind of reassurance that he always got from the sbf during his Sad Sack episodes. While Kyle supported him mentally and emotionally, Stan supported him physically. Kyle’s a stubborn little bitch about his bad leg, but Stan’s a stubborn little bitch about fussing over him.

• on that note, Stan secretly loves Kyle going Mom Mode on him. On everyone, really. He loves that side of Kyle. For the most part, at least, because occasionally he’ll get annoyed with it and tell him he’s acting like Sheila, and Kyle will get all huffy about that, and Stan will have to apologize and will usually end up going overboard with an elaborate gesture (it almost always goes wrong) and Kyle will laugh so hard that Stan thinks he might combust.

• Kenny has been pulled into FAR too many Stan Plans, and their particular bond in OJV is so bizarre. Like so much goes unspoken, yet understood. As teenagers they’d be jamming together or something and Stan would go “you ever think abt dying?” and Kenny would just be like “all the time brother” and they never spoke of it again. The stenny bond is extremely special to me, and when Stan asked Ken to officiate the wedding, Kenny jumped at the chance.

• A lot of OJV Stan’s happiness (the ones later in the timeline at least) is a fake it till you make it kind of deal. Is this toxic to some degree, yes. But after years of trial and error, he’s gotten pretty good at focusing on the positives of life. He does his intentions daily, checks in with his mental state frequently, and has learned to recognize patterns of dysfunction. He knows that his mentality is a journey, and is slowly becoming more open to help.

• Stan made a playlist and sent it to Kyle to ask him to prom. He obsessed over it for FAR too long.

• OJV Stan LOVES camping, and got so excited to find out his local AA chapter does an annual trip. That’s what really sold him on the whole thing.

• He was the first person that Marj went to when she started questioning her gender, and he was admittedly pretty clueless. But he did his research, made an effort to empathize, and found her some resources to reach out to. They don’t talk about it, but he likes that he helped someone else through a rough spot. Kenny found out a few years later, and cried harder than Stan had ever seen from him. It gave him a second wind during a particularly bad Sad Sack Time.

• OJV STAN is a Taco Bell ENTHUSIAST and that man LOVES any hot sauce. He and the guys (plus Marj) have taken Tabasco shots together on numerous occasions.

• Prefers board games, but fixates on video games easily. Anything story based, he is THERE. Cried playing The Last of Us 2, Kyle held him tight after the end credits. Whenever they play a game together, Kyle handles combat, and Stan takes over for the puzzles. Also, Stan and Ike frequently play Minecraft together and are MENACES on GTA RP servers.

• HAS LOWKEY HELLA TATTOOS!!! (Stealing this from RM btw) DEFINITELY a “chef” tattoo, Sparky’s paw print, a lil Smaug from The Hobbit, cringe ass FOB tat, and a “KYLE” right over his heart. Loser. I love him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK QUEEN ILY

(I love talkin abt OJV especially stan and kyle)

[itsjaywalkers]

Can you please give me a ranking of your dirtiest to most vanilla jegulus in your fics

HELL YEAH I CAN NONNIE thank u for sending such a fun question, i need u to know that when i got it last night it made me . very happy and i refused to answer it then bc i was about to go to bed and too sleepy. but !!! here i am !!! let's do this !!!

boxer fic jegulus. they're so fucking dirty and so shameless nonnie, it actually borders on ridiculous. they're into a lot of lowkey concerning shit and since reg doesn't like him AT ALL at first, i wouldn't say they have hate sex but it's . something similar to it . and their dynamic is also quite unhealthy, especially at the beginning so . yeah i think they're my dirtiest jeggy for now

feeling good jegulus. i can't say much bc i don't wanna give any spoilers but . yeah . this james is something else . and this reg is also the least experienced of all my regs, and yet he ends up being one of my sluttiest regs . take from that what u will

oby jegulus. i'm sure a lot of y'all expected them to be higher BUT LISTEN they're very filthy, mostly bc of the exhibitionism kink and the daddy kink but . they're just insatiable imo, they're my jeggy that fuck the most that's for sure, but they're not THAT dirty

fucked up road trip jegulus. i feel like they'd be higher if it weren't for the context of the fic. meaning that they don't get to fuck that much or get super kinky with it considering they're on a life or death situation

nothing happens jegulus. they're dirty obviously all my jegulus are to some degree, but they're also full of yearning and angst and bittersweet feelings, so the dirtiest aspect of their relationship is probably all the cheating lmao. oh and nothing happens james' dirty talk goes hard . at least to me . bc i live for the drama

making ghosts jegulus. what can i say they're the sweetest of my jegulus. they're also kinky ofc (you'll see hehe) but not as much or as bad as the others, they have lots of vanilla sex and they enjoy it immensely. i think they're my most switchy jegulus too!!! the dirtiest part about them is all the sneaking out they do

(i gotta mention that all the violence jeggy is actually my dirtiest jeggy bc they're both fucked up and clinically insane, BUT they're technically a background ship despite getting the intermission so i didn't wanna include them. besides it didn't seem fair i mean . regulus is a serial killer and manipulates + threatens james into sleeping with him so . yeah)

[steelstreqq]

*About your Rustout AU*

So. You have this awesome A.U. and I require further information and to gush about it

First and foremost, compliments.

Your designs for Ranboo and Charlie are incredible?? They fit the characters really well, and they remain pretty unique, which I think is lovely. I genuinely adore Charlie's outfit. It really seems like something that fits him, and something that would fit this kind of world (even if you don't think of it at first). Ranboo's scarf/hood thing was a really creative way to incorporate his mask as well!

Your handle on proportions is incredible! Everything looks really nice, it's the type of art I want to put in a snow globe and vigorously shake around for three minutes straight and then stick on a mantle for the next five years of my life.

Your backstories are all really neat! If you had handed anybody else on Tumblr that same list of characters and the idea of nuclear fallout set in the 80s/90s I don't think that anybody would have come up with the same ideas. I want to specifically mention:

Ted - him as a serial killer is genuinely insane. I really don't think anyone else would have thought about that, it is such a cool concept. I don't see him often in fan content, so it's really neat to find him here, and I think this does him justice!

Wilbur - his backstory is a great set up to his character, and it seems really fleshed out. It fits both him and Fundy as characters, and I think it would be really interesting to see how this event impacted him and his future interactions with others.

Charlie - again, such a unique idea. And it fits. Former front man of a pop group stranded and separated from his friends while on a burger break? Pretty much insane but swears up and down that he is normal? Silly billy but also, like, clinically insane? Literally Charlie. The perfect backstory.

Quackity and Schlatt also sound like they're just. Crazy. I find their backstories kind of hysterical, like, 'We'll get married to look good and adopt this thirteen year old gremlin for the news but hey we're attached to him and now we just murdered everybody in the 1% bunker. huh.'

Absolute perfection, those two.

Anyway, you said that asks were welcome, so I have a few questions (if you have answers, or if you're willing to share).

Character stuff (pretty short, but I wanted to ask anyway):

Does Niki/Nihachu have any role in this?

What's Jack up to? Do you plan for him to be close with anybody in particular in this, or is he going to be something closer to a loner?

Do you have a specific age in mind for Fundy? Is he a younger or older teenager, or is it still up in the air?

General Questions:

What character design are you most proud of?

Which character backstory do you find most interesting, out of the backstories you have created?

Any specific plot points you want to share?

Thanks for reading through all this, I hope you liked the ask, because I adored your original post.

OMG THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER GOTTEN A FOR REAL ASK AAAHH... thank u so much this means everything <3 both me and my partner (who helped a lot on this au) (@belovedstilldear) adore everything about this ask and it means a lot

esp about ted, cuz the serial killer thing was my partners idea :3

ANYWAYS, TO THE QUESTIONS

Does Niki/Nihachu have any role in this?

i didnt think about niki until you asked this and OH MY GOD IM SO MAD AT MYSELF FOR NOT CONSIDERING IT, im thinking for her she could run some sort of a hostel or sanctuary faction including such characters as bbh and condificition ^-^, she knows her way around a blade and isnt afraid to defend those she is protecting. honestly she probably goes out of her way to attack first, esp when wilbur and his motley crew roll around

What's Jack up to? Do you plan for him to be close with anybody in particular in this, or is he going to be something closer to a loner?

hes gonna be some sort of a raider or pirate type of character (courtesy of my partner AGAIN for this idea). a lone grifter who wanders from settlement to settlement, taking whats not his, and hes definitely not afraid to fight back if confronted. hes a little jackass

Do you have a specific age in mind for Fundy? Is he a younger or older teenager, or is it still up in the air?

deffo around 14-15ish, he really cant navigate the world like he thinks he can

What character design are you most proud of?

CHARLIE CHARLIE CHARLIE, i think i hit a sweet spot with his designs esp with the super big glove

other than him im super happy with ted and tubbo, esp with tubbo having schlatt merch :o

Which character backstory do you find most interesting, out of the backstories you have created?

the most interesting i feel is techno who i didnt go into too much detail with -- hes a college student whos majoring in mythology studies and english. when tommy goes missing, phil calls up his old buddy techno and asks if he can come along with him to look for tommy -- phil and techno essentially adopt these 'wandering criminal' identities and don these kickass gas masks that obscure their faces. ill totally go into their history more when i post their designs

Any specific plot points you want to share?

i dont wanna reveal too much cuz i might make some short comics about these fellers, but i do want there to be some major character death (ao3 style) along the line, it always hurts to lose a character in apocalypse fiction and we'll see where that goes :3

again thanks so much, this means everything to me -- both me and my partner (@belovedstilldear again) answered these on vc at like 1 am BUT THATS LIKE SUCH A VIBE

ALSO I NEED CHARACTERS TO ADD AS WELL SO IF ANYBODY HAS MORE CHARACTERS TO SUGGEST PLZZZ HAND THEM IN!!!