#augh goodness im so so scared to post this ^^;

[serenit-teas]

This is the product of too much brainrot and an almost concerning level of needing to ramble.

Major spoilers for Lies of P under the cut!!

Okay but just imagine, someway somehow being young friends with Carlo, sweet and darling childhood friends. Being his partner in crime, an unwilling (so you say) accomplice to any mischievous schemes he's cooked up. Racing about the streets of Krat, dodging this way and that, weaving through the alleyways and corners with a second natured ease due to each and every prior antic you two have had.

I imagine that only after narrowly dodging the poor soul who gave chase to you both has finally given up, does Carlo turn to you, a cheeky but rosy grin thrown your way. You can only huff and turn your head, complaining at once again being dragged into another one of his hair brained plots. 'This is the final straw', you think to yourself, 'no more of these chases'. Always the voice of reason you called yourself, the only one who cares enough to keep the two of you out of scuffles and minimizing consequences. The other half of your duo would simply angle his brows, matched with a boyish smile, brown eyes warm, a teasing call of, 'Worry wart', aimed your way.

You'd stay firm in your silence.

Seconds of the silent treatment turns to minutes, and you truly could have lasted longer, but the floor is uncomfortable and your legs are going numb, and it certainly doesn't help that Carlo keeps shuffling around in the already cramped space. You know what he's doing, trying to goad you into breaking your 'punishment' and demanding he knock it off. It takes all you have not to heave a sigh. It truly makes you wonder how you've both become such good friends.

Finally having enough of your hiding spot and the scuffing of Carlo's shoes, you turn your head, relenting. And he's close. Far to close. Clearly he's never once heard of personal space, face in your personal bubble. A startled yelp is ripped from your lips and you scramble back, knocking your back into the wall.

He doesn't have the decency to even attempt to hide his snort of laughter. 

A menace to the core, mischievous Carlo.

You want to be peeved, annoyed at his inability to take anything seriously. But you see the joy in his smile and hear the way his laugh rings loud and true, gaze fond and sweet directed your way and soon enough you're laughing as well, giggling and smiling. Stomach aching, 'It hurts' , echoing somewhere in your head. It doesn't matter though, not when your head feels light and your cheeks warm. Tears welling at the corners of your eyes as you gasp for breath.

It's a simple and sweet bond, crafted out of trust and comfort, familiarity and warmth.

-

The news of his death rattles something terrible in you. A hollow, numbing feeling pools, spreading like tar, thick and heavy in your body. Fog building in your head, an anchor on your tongue. He's died, and with that has taken something of yours with him. They call it 'mourning', you've learned, something people do when a great loss is suffered. Meant to process grief and what was taken far too early. To cope, live on despite. 

Whispers of sympathy and prayers permeate the streets, details of the accident are few and talk of honoring his life are fewer. Carlo and his fate hang over the city of Krat.

Haunts you. 

Far too young are you to feel such a cruel twist of fate, the unsettling truth of what happens to everyone and everything. Something changes, curdles in your chest when made way to grieve. He's left you behind with the knowledge of the irrefutable.

Hours turn to days which bleed into weeks, and soon tragedy is washed away with the  rainstorms that berate the city. Between the haze in your mind and the bustling murmur of the crowded streets, it's a miracle that you hear the call of your name.

He approaches you in the streets little more than a month after the news broke out, a light spring in his step. For a corpse, he seems plenty lively. Bright grin plain as day on his face, freckled cheeks scrunching with that familiar mischief swimming in his blue eyes. 

But Carlo is gone. Cold and dead, mourned and missed, and you don't know who this is. You look a little harder, gaze sharper.

Blue. Wrong. Fake. 

Get away.

You reel back with your heart thumping wild, ignoring the confusion that shows on his face, tears forming with a barbed response on the tip of your tongue and an awful ringing buzzes in your ears. What a sick joke. 

Eyes still glued to the stranger, you step back. Slow at first, timid and careful, all before bolting away, ears picking up on the squawk of surprise sounding behind you.

You don't know where you're going. There's no plan in escape, you just have to get away from whatever that was. You barely have it in you to call out apologies for the people you nearly bump into. Your legs carry you between tall buildings and hidden corners of the streets, ducking and weaving, narrowly avoiding clipping your shoulder on the hard stone and splintering wood. Before you know it, you recognize the similar darkened streets that you had used in your own escapes with Carlo so many times before.

This part of the city was always dim, secluded and safe, street lights had not yet been installed around these areas, much to the frustration of those who lived in these parts. It never took long for a blanket of darkness to fall over the buildings and homes when the sun began it's descent and shadows would set just right.

Heartbeat drumming in your ears and chest aching, you reach blindly, feeling for a wall to lean your weight on. Panting, hunched over and gulping air down like a fish desperate for water. Head numb and mind humming with exhaustion.

'What was that? Some elaborate scheme? A prank?'

Any further thoughts are halted when you notice the pounding of footsteps behind you. Calculated and heavy, he, it, knows where you are. Probably followed you the whole time.

It's close, and with dread making it's home in your veins do you realize that you've nowhere left to go, you've lead yourself to a complete dead end. That fake will round the corner any minute and you'll be a sitting duck.

The sound of footfalls slows the closer it gets, you'd almost call it hesitant if you weren't scared out of your wits. Steps echo between the corridor walls, that awful, full body shake inducing panic shoots through you once more, an ice cold fear nestling deep in your bones.

'Leave me alone. He's gone. Please stop.' Stress plucks at your fears like an instrument, each strum yanks at your heart, leaves you anxious and paralyzed.

Had your heart not been hammering in your chest and pulse thrumming in your fingertips, you'd probably feel much more self conscious about the whimper that leaves your lips, weak and pitiful. Loud. Palms fly to your mouth, your hands clamping tight with a sting. Eyes screwing shut in fear.

The steps halt altogether, the only sounds you can register is the beat of your heart and the shallow, rapid breaths leaving your lips. It's cramped and cold where you are, jagged stone digging into your back.

A few feet away you hear a breath catch in someone's throat, and like earlier, a call of your name, only this time it's said with as much tenderness as a lullaby. Gentle. Soothing. Your eyes twitch just for a moment. It's unfair, using Carlo's voice like that. You know if you look there will be no going back, no denying what's happening. 

You hear the call of your name ring out one more time, small and fragile, and you open your eyes. 

There he stands, confusion clear on his face, brows loosely raised and lips set into a small frown. Taking your subtle acknowledgment as encouragement it looks as if he intends to close the distance between you, though the hope is quickly dashed when he sees you scramble at his advance, pushing yourself as far as you can go into the corner furthest away from him. You remind him of a wounded animal, an uncomfortable feeling clambers in his chest at the thought and his frown deepens.

A different approach is what he goes for this time, slowly, at a snail's pace, does he reach his arm out. Even in your manic state you still manage to toss an incredulous look his way, taking every bit of his common sense and resolve to not laugh at the expression. He'll gladly take whatever he can get, he'd do anything to prevent that fearful gleam in your eyes, squash any chance of being the cause of it himself.

You both stay in this standstill for what feels to be an eternity, eyes locked and unwavering, waiting to see who will crack first. A genuine gasp leaves his lips when he sees you reach out, shaking fingertips lightly brushing against his own. This is your call, he will follow your lead in this dance. 

Finally, you stand to your full height and at a much slower pace does he do the same, and then you're back to staring at him, eyes flicking about his person this way and that, analysing everything. Normally he'd say you're overreacting, call you a 'worrier ' and be done with it, but he knows better. You've changed, something has happened to you in his month's absence and he doesn't like it one bit, you stare at him like he's a stranger, ran as if he'd flashed a weapon from underneath his sleeve.

So wrapped up in his own thoughts, he barely catches what you've said to him, mind struggling to put the puzzle pieces together. Ever the merciful out of your duo, you repeat yourself,

"What are you?".

'Huh.'

-

(Basically!!!! What if Carlo still perished, and P was still built to replace him, and Geppetto, in a frantic and guilt ridden haze builds a new son at an astounding speed, and with using such a, uh, 'fresh' Ergo leads to P 'waking up' nearly instantaneously. So rather than being a puppet becoming human, P is a 'human' coming to terms with what he actually is.

This is all over the place, but I imagine Geppetto would keep P's interactions with others to a definitive minimum, if P ever asked about it Geppetto would chalk it all up to his son being weakened so severely by his accident that he would need near constant supervision to maintain his health. Tells P that Ergo is what is keeping him alive, it's why his eyes are now blue and how he can wield the weighty legion arm with such ease.

Only a trusted few are allowed to know of his existence. I mean? The entire city mourned his son, he can't exactly have an almost carbon copy strolling about the streets. Reader is probs not at the top of Geppetto's 'can tell list' lol. I'm fully leaning into the idea that Carlo/P snuck out and went absolutely wild looking their bud lmao. Poor fella doesn't know that visiting reader is gonna come with a side of confusion and an unwanted existential crisis/soul searching😔

And final thing! I have not finished Lies of P, nor have I even reached a single ending (but I'm making progress every day! <:) ), so I apologize if any details are choppy, confusing, or don't align with what is canon! I don't know how Carlo died, and I do not wish to be spoiled, this was just a fun sort of AU(?) thought that just kept snowballing ^^; Thank you everyone for your time, I sincerely hope this wasn't too much of a mess, and that it was at least an entertaining read! <:) )

[lucabyte]

your ocs!!!!! please ramble about them!!!!

i love your art so much

(GRABS YOU) H. CAN DO BOSS.

So ! My ocs. I guess I'll do an overall explainer for the overall groups. If you check out my Toyhouse (LINK!) there's a bunch of folders up top that are how I categorise them. It's primarily by universe except for the folders that are just "misc."

So folder 1: Blatant favouritism:

These are silly little guys that don't fit in any specific wider universe, but I really really like. So I'll spotlight the two important ones before i get real in the weeds with my main universe.

In here are notably, my Fursona (self explanatory), Ali and Pittsburgh Cincinnati. There's also Hauntkit and Clearpelt who are warriorcats ocs that *is dragged away by airport security*

... So, Pittsburgh, lovingly sometimes called pissbug, is a weird little Thing who I made as like, an homage to characters like happy bunny and Sweetypuss. She (and her weird dog) exist to stand next to strange and offputting captions. I love her. No further context. She's just silly. and violent.

Now. Ali.

Ali Alighieri has thoroughly stolen the show, and also ties into the next folder along, Making Your MK.

With over a hundred extra images compared to second place (Sorry, Tabitha). Ali is my fucked up little scrunkly. My little baby guy. They're a shared character of mine and @samhainian's, and is from their Creature Feature setting (A modern fantasy setting wherein Cryptids and Magic are real but in our modern world.) They are as such, a modern human young adult... Who is also a demon + magic user.

Strange little pansexual altersex genderqueer poetry-nerd that they are... The modern setting also means they are literally just a tumblr user. A fellow countryman, so to speak.

HOWEVER.... Ali's true origin was in *Purrgatorio*, a scrapped visual novel of mine set in the MYMK universe! They were simply retrofitted into CF as the joke with Purrgatorio was that a regular human had mysteriously just shown up in MYMK's pure-furry setting.... And then when we scrapped the project we got all attatched to our little not-so-blank-slate protagonist. But I'll put a pin in Purrgatorio for later.

Making Your MK.

(Guest of honour: My super unfinished website <3)

Okay so here's the big one. The setting with.... (looks at spreadsheet) 109 characters not including so-called incidentals. At time of writing.

MYMK is home to... Multiple stories. As you would hope when a setting has 100+ characters. I'd wager each story has about 10-20 relevant characters tops but with a big shared universe like this there gets to be overlap between casts!!! Yay !!! 😊😊😊

MYMK is the name of the main story in the setting. Pronounced "Making your Mark", it is centered around Markus Felidae (The purple one) and their family. It's very action-adventure-y. It's also the plot I'm most secretive about the backend of since I WILL!!!!! Turn it into a nice prose story with pictures SOMEDAY!!!!! But for now tee hee hee secrets secrets. Markus' family is strange and ragtag and is keeping something from them... I can't ramble on too long here unless further prompted in asks about specifics but!!! Everyone in the MYMK folder has a fully furbished little profile with a blurb about them. So if you're curious....

But yeah, I tend to think of the MYMK setting more in terms of its Locations than its Casts, due to the overlapping nature of them all. The Malbranche may be the villains of the main plot, but they're also major players in relation to The Palsgrave who are the antagonists of Moraine, etc etc,

The country everything in MYMK is set in is called New Orphidian, Southern hemisphere little thing, here's a very cartoony map of it.

Um. Cliffside!

Since it's the best map I have... Here's an exclusive sneak peek of a Zine I'll be getting back to once the fandom brain cools down a bit.... :3c

(... I REALLY NEED TO DO A TOUR AROUND THE MINECRAFT CLIFFSIDE SAM AND I BUILT..... IT'S SO CUTE....)

Cliffside is situated on a big ol' Cliff.

A tiny hamlet of a place, it used to have reason to exist, and now does not. It's not even a good tourist locale, as the cliff is much too dangerous compared to the nicer tourist spot of Welkin just a little north. Not to mention nearby Moraine's allure as a tax haven with no labour laws place where a bunch of TV and Movies are filmed!

It's where most of MYMK's main cast reside (except the antagonists from the Big City Varmonte), and is as such a location I have a lot of tiny little worldbuilding thoughts about :)

I won't go into the other locations here just because then this post will SUPER get away from me but... I think most importantly for Cliffside right now...

Is that it's where Purrgatorio is set. Yes, that VN I said got scrapped. It's not dead. It is in fact serving it's original intended purpose as "A (mostly) noncanon exploration of character voice and setting"

It's back and its prose babeyyyyyyy!!! (A BUNCH OF THE EARLY STUFF IS ME BEING SUPER RUSTY ... BE WARNED)

Purrgatorio is currently the most publicly available coherent work I have out of my ocs! It's very low-stakes and serves mostly to bash my toys together and see what character dynamics come out, but you can look if you want to!

(There's also a whole THING on the meta of its Canonicity... It's not canon, but it's also not NOT canon. But if I talk about Metanarrative Timeline Collapse in my normal mundane non-magic setting im gonna sound bonkers ✌)

Ali's dynamics with the MYMK cast are so goddamn funny to me. Like I literally just handed my OCs some ET shit but ET is a sexually repressed tumblr user with a mood disorder.

But yeah I don't think I can coherently string together much more about MYMK without just actually explaining THE WHOLE PLOT.... Though I will absolutely elaborate on any given character's Whole Deal if i'm prompted. (OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CHROME AND TABITHA. WAIT. OKAY THERE'S. OK NO IF I TALKED ABOUT THEM IT'D JUST END UP AN ESSAY ,SORRY..)

So here's some bonafide classic images for the road.

(IF TUMBLR BREAKS THE FORMATTING AND JUST PUTS THESE ONE AFTER THE OTHER INSTEAD OF IN A GRID IM SO SORRY LMAOOOOO)

... And as for the other folders on my toyhouse!

Misc and Fandom are what they sound like. Self explanatory,

Then, Ysden is @samhainian's fantasy setting. It's where our DnD games happen to be set but it's also a general fantasy setting :)

and Monster of the Week... Is currently being revamped! It used to be a modern world setting with hidden magic, now it's going to be more... Adventure Time-y. Fantasy world get iphone. Yknow. It has a lower Age Rating than MYMK's "anything goes", as it started as a Pitch Bible Project in my animation class. They're a little neglected but I still love them :) The revamp is extemely recent and not reflected in any of the art/writing yet but I'm workin on it. It still doesn't have a proper title..... OTL

So yeah!! Uh. This wasn't as comprehensive as I was hoping but it turns out I have way, WAY too many thoughts on my guys. And no idea what to do when im actually asked about them so !!!! This was not a very coherent ramble but it was a ramble !

There's things like essays on Chrome and Tabitha (Link) and also The Queer Gender Identities Of The Whole Cast (Link) hiding around on my toyhouse, and once again, Purrgatorio (Link) serves as my sandbox for playing with how these characters act in situations.

But..... ! I did try to make my toyhouse approachable for the average layman. Every character in the MYMK folder (Link) has a *blurb* of information, rather than a giant wall of text explaining everything about them. I want people to be able to understand their general vibe at a glance rather than be overwhelmed.

In any case ???? Uh. Fun game for everyone: If you know your homestuck classpect, every single MYMK character has a classpect and lunar sway. and a birthday. Try and find your andrew-hussie assigned kin! As a Prospitian Witch of Heart, I share my classpect and lunar sway with Chrome. No I don't know what this means. It worries me honestly he's kind of an asshole.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Hello LGBTQ+ community. I redesigned prism a little

[thesoupisburning]

wrote a fic. and am writing it. soooo. um. it's nothing that's never been done before, but it's something i want to try, especially with these characters i care so much about. so uh. please feel free to read it!!!

[namelessprince]

they are so fucked as soon as they reopen the hole in the sea. theyre doomed to open it no matter what but man. if things seem bad now.....

[dandyshucks]

1300 words of Guz being a goofy goober about his feelings for Junebug ∑ദ്ദി˙◡･)

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Guzma drags his hand through his hair, growling in frustration.

Plumeria laughs, though not unkindly. “Guz, what's the issue, man? You're being a fucking clod about this.”

He growls again, and gestures with both hands. “They're just so goddamn soft!”

“I thought you liked that,” she says with a smirk.

“I do! It's just -” he groans, pacing back and forth. “How do I do this, y'know? They're too fuckin’ soft and I'm a big fuckin’ brute who's gonna end up hurtin’em! I don't think they even like me like that. And honestly, I don't blame ‘em.” He sinks into a chair with a sigh, covering his face with both hands.

“I'm gonna be honest with you, alright?”

“Shoot."

“You're being a fucking idiot right now.”

Guzma scoffs. “If you were me, you'd be feeling this exact same way.”

“Okay, fair, but I'm not you. I can see the situation clearly, and I can clearly see you're being unbelievably thick about this.”

“Y’just don't get it, Plumes."

She snorts. “Yeah, sure. I'm the one who's lost here.”

Sinking further into the chair, he bemoans, “I just don't think I got any shot at this. You're right, I'm a big fuckin’ numbskull and I'm gonna fuck this all up!”

“Guzma,” she says, rolling her eyes and standing up, “I didn't say you're going to fuck things up. You will if you keep acting stupid like this, but even then I don't think Juno’s going to leave. Have you seen how they act around you? They light up like a goddamn Lanturn when they see you! Half the team has caught onto it by now, oblivious as they all are.” She sighs. “Honestly I'd just appreciate if you got this over with so I can stop getting on everyone's asses about leaving you two the hell alone. You know how many threats I've had to dole out the past couple months?”

The man's face flushes. “Fuck,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “M’sorry, Plumes.”

“You should be.” She places a hand on her hip, staring down at him, one eyebrow raised. “So what's the plan?”

He sighs. “I don't think I can do it.”

Plumeria’s head falls back and she groans. “You're fucking killing me!”

He protests, “I just don't think they like me like that! They probably just like me as the team’s boss! I mean, who wouldn't get excited about spendin’ time with ya boy! I'm a goddamn delight!”

“Guzma, you literally just told me how you're a huge idiot.”

“A delightful idiot!”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You're the most annoying person I've ever met.”

“And yet, you love me,” he says, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back, composure restored.

Shaking her head with a smile, she pulls one of the chairs over to sit on, facing Guzma head-on. “How about this: you tell me exactly why this wouldn't work, and I'll tell you just how stupid you're being.”

“Ain't that what we've been doing?”

“Let's get into specifics here. Tell me exactly why this wouldn't work.” She leans forward, elbows on her knees.

Guzma huffs. “Aight, aight.” He brings his arms down, unconsciously mirroring her position, nervously wringing his hands. “It wouldn't work because… well, I said it earlier, didn't I? I'm a big brutish idiot and they're this soft little….” He searches for the right word. “They’re like a sweet little Cutiefly and I'm some clumsy ass Kleavor!”

Plumeria resists the urge to laugh. Guzma and his bug-types….

“All the people I've had flings with, y'know, they've all been these kinda shitty tourists who just want a taste of something big and bad, and I can give ‘em that, easy. It's fun, sure, and I know they're gonna leave in a couple weeks so I'll never have to see ‘em again. So it doesn't matter if I end up being a stupid jerk. They expect it anyway; that's what they're lookin’ for, right? Just helps keep up the reputation of Team Skull, buncha scary thugs just taking what they want when they want it.” He exhales, looking off to the side with a frown. “And then along comes this shy little trainer, lost outside Po Town in the dark, and they're so fuckin’ soft, Plumes. They're different from anyone I ever seen around here, y'know? Warmer or something.” He chuckles. “Stupid thing to say maybe, considerin’ Sinnoh’s so fuckin’ cold. Did ya know they got a couple spots over there that have snow all year?” He shakes his head, eyebrows raised. “Fucking wild.”

Plumeria smiles, tilting her head. “Alright, so they're different from your one- or two-night stands. That's pretty obvious. But what's so difficult about them being different? Honestly, I'd say it's a massive improvement.”

Guzma huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I know ya don't like the tourists I've brought in. I don't even like ‘em half the time, but they were good for a bit of easy fun.” He pauses, face turning to something like disgust, before shaking himself out and sitting up. “That ain't happening anymore, though. I'm done with all that, at least as long as Juno’s around.”

“You haven't answered my question.”

“I was getting there!” Plumeria raises an eyebrow, and Guzma rolls his eyes. “It's difficult, cuz now I care. There. Happy? Ya boy cares about someone other than himself, ooh, shock and awe.”

She smiles and says, “I know you care about people, Guz. I see it with the team. And I know you care about me, you knucklehead.” She punches his knee lightly. “I don't think you have anything to worry about, though. Have you really not seen how Juno acts around you compared to the rest of us?”

Guzma smiles wrily. “But I'm the boss, y'know? ‘Course they're gonna act different around me. The grunts act different around me an’ you than how they act when they think I'm not looking.”

Plumeria drags a hand down her face. “But Juno doesn't act like they're talking to a fucking workplace manager, Guzma. They act like you're a safe haven, like you're some sort of guardian angel.”

He makes a strangled noise, and his face flushes again. “That ain't right, they don't think all that,” he sputters.

“I didn't say I know what they're thinking!” She throws her hands into the air in exasperation. “But I have a pretty damn good idea just from the way they look at you!”

Guzma rubs his cheek, looking off to the side, trying to hide his face from his best friend. “They wouldn't think that,” he mumbles, muffled by his hand.

“You're exhausting me, bud. I'm going to say it one more time and then I have to go make sure Tupp and Zipp aren't setting fire to something they shouldn't be. I assume you heard they got their hands on a Torkoal a couple days ago?” At his blank expression, she lets out a long suffering sigh. “Whatever, I'll deal with it.” She stands up and stretches languidly. Looking back down at him, she says, “Here's the deal: Juno likes you, dude. It's really, really obvious. And the rest of the team is going to start being real obnoxious about it if you don't act quick to break this tension the two of you have going on. I can only keep them behaving for so long.”

At this, Guzma slumps in his chair. He stays quiet.

“You're going to have to deal with this at some point,” Plumeria says, before walking out of the room. “Might as well make it soon!” she calls over her shoulder.

Guzma groans loudly at her in response, before raising a hand to his cheek again. It's still warm, he's still flushed. Fuck. He lays his head down on the table beside him, arms folded under his forehead, obscuring his face from anyone who might walk in. Successfully hidden away, he finally lets himself smile, feeling giddy at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Juno feels the same way about him.

AND THEN HE STILL DOESNT SAY ANYTHING TO JUNEBUG FOR ANOTHER COUPLE MONTHS. SOBBING.

[zarkishere]

did this on twt so why not here too?

Long list of Javier Escuella Headcanons! (both serious and not so much)

this is basically a compilation lol you guys have seen a few of these

his index, thumb and pointer finger's nails are longer to help him play the guitar without a pic __

Javier had a guitar back in Mexico, but when he had to run away he wasn't able to take it...of course, as soon as he could, he bought another one. post rdr2 he took it with him, and it was his way to keep him sane...but the songs just didn't sound the same, so he eventually quit __

someone (you know who you are) once said that as a little nod to Gabriel Sloyer, Javier should have a little guitar pick necklace and i love that __

Javier isn't GREAT at flirting (much less in english, he struggles there) but he knows how to make do and had a good couple of gfs back in Mexico __

modern Javi would have tattoos and piercings. ears done and a few tattoos, but not much...his mom HATED it at first and said he looked like a ratero JAJAJA (you know who you are x2!) __

He sees his scars as a failure. he let someone get close enough they'd be able to do such damage... and while some may take that as a 'fuck you I lived, so I'm better' he takes it as 'I'm fucking stupid and a moron and how could I fuck up so bad' __

continuing with that, i think he's VERY particular about his looks. In his mind, if he looks better, he'll get treated better. and since he couldn't control those scars, it drives him mad. __

In general, he's sometimes a bit of a control freak. he's scared of losing control, of people leaving and him not having a say on it, and he takes things really personally so...

AND UGHFHHG - Javier bpd character analysis WHENNNNN AUGH its so real to me im sorry im sorry

- Fear of abandonment - Impulsivity - Emotional instability - Unstable relationships - Anger - Etc

HE HAS BDP!! OR SOME OTHER PERSONALITY DISORDER!!!

his scars hurt when it's cold and he hates it __

sometimes he puts off shaving because having a knife so close to his face makes him really really anxious and he can't handle it (ptsd much) he also NEVER goes to a barber or asks someone else to help with his hair/beard because of that __

he has massive guilt over leaving his family and is so afraid someone will do that to him. boy in general has a lot of self-hatred and self-doubt

TW // SELF HARM!! FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS ONE - he plays the knife game as a way to excuse his self-harm cause it's 'just a game', right? so it's fine. sure, it's weird he messed up so much since he's basically a pro but...it's probably fine.

[jaykinarts]

"—Besides, it's nice to see it go from a deadbeat dad to a good mamá."

(Screenshot redraw)

IM SCREAMINGGG I CANT DO THIS ANYMOREEEE IM CRUING SO HARD WAIGHHSHYGG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NO VUZ LIKE THIS SEASONS STORY TRANSITIONS WERE SO GOOD CHOKING CRUING BAWLING MY EYES OUT AUGHHUGHHGH I WAS SO WORRIED!! PLEASE DONT PLAY W MY HEART LIKE YHIS ANIMORE

CUZ WHEN APEX POSTED OCTANE SIGNING UP FOR THE COMPETITION THINGY I WAS SO SCARED THAT HE WAS GONNA GET INT HE WAY OF HORIZON AND NEWTON BUT NOOO HE GOT IT FOR HER OUGH DISGSIGWJSHS WAHH AUGHH AWHAHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOWV THEM SOOSOSOSOSOSOOS MUCH STOP TAHTW AS SONSCARY!!! ALSO IT HINK THIS DYNAMIC IS SO CUTE SPACEMUM 4 THE WIN !🙏🙏🙏 I LOVE THEM IEUUGH OUUEE UEEEE OUAUYGHHUH 😭😭😭😭

On another note this was another lighting and rendering study!!! APEX DESIGNS HUMBLED ME SO BAD BROOOO DLAHSKWHSKAHS WHATEVER IT TURNED OUT FINE IG LOOK AT TNEMM THEYRE SO CUTE WAWAWAWAWA AUGH OUUU WAHHHH I LOVE HORIZON AND OCTANE DYNAMIC MORE MORE MORE RAHHHHHHHAUGHHHHH

[voltrixz]

(replying to your tags on this post https://www.tumblr.com/voltrixz/785091671951032320/so-uhhh-would-you-like-to-hear-about-how-i-kinda idk if you're cool with me randomly popping in here to dump my thoughts feel free to ignore this ask if you aren't comfortable lol) electro with fangs … i've never even considered that before but it's so good … i have a habit of drawing characters with long sabre-tooth fangs sometimes and i feel like he'd be fun to draw with those ... and yeah electricity is so versatile and intense i'm surprised more people don't depict him as more shapely especially in tune with his emotions, i like to draw him like a scared cat when he's angry, all puffed up and spiky with a mane. DO NOT touch. i wonder if his clothes overstimulate him too because like .. i would also be annoyed having to always wear that and especially with the tubes under his arms?? they look like they'd be sooo uncomfortable augh (why does he have those anyways do you have any thoughts on them) i think he'd crave the simplicity of Shirt lmao i (badly) drew this a while back but it's relevant right now and you might get a kick out of it lmao

GRINS AT YOU. ELECTRO WITH FANGS IS NY NUMBER ONE FAVE THING EVER. Never really made me sabertooth like but honestly that sounds sick as fuck...

And yesss puffed up and spikey like a scared cat when pissed off. I also imagine he grows taller when pissed off, even starting to glitch and contort uncomfortably. I also imagine he gains like. Arm spikes and he has more blue/white streaks running through him. Also I think he grows horns, essentially personifiying how people see him.

ALSO OOH YES ABOUT THIS SUIT. I always did wonder about the whole tubes under arms thing. Im guessing its so the electricity is able to circulate properly and avoid build up? Like giving it some space??? Not sure honestly..

And yeah i do think he's craving just a simple shirt (and I do think Quentin and Mason help out with that and make him simpler outfits that are fine to wear on electricity)

ALSO HEHE giggled so bad at that doodle

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Any thoughts on the TnT ship (Texas and Tennessee), like any headcanons? I may be the only one who ships the two...

YES YES I DO

AUGH THESE GAYSSSSS

The religious trauma is strong with these ones.

AND RELIGIOUS GUILT (TENNESSEE IM LOOKING AT YOU GOOD SIR.)

smth smth friends-to-Tennessee-finding-out-that-Texas-isn’t-straight-and-that-he-actually-has-a-chance-with-him-but-he-has-to-act-like-a-good-Christian-boy-and-good-Christian-boys-aren’t-gay-

^to-sorta-enemies-to-friends-to-friends-with-benefits-to-QPR-to-lovers. If that makes sense.

They go to horse shows and stuff together

Tennessee actually doesn’t know anything about gardening/farming-in-the-crops-sense because he thought it was too feminine but then he found out that Texas has a GIANT FUCKING FARM with plants and animals of all sorts. And uh. Then he was willing to try farming/gardening. He sucks at it but it was worth a try 👍

Texas found out that Tennessee is a book nerd and now whenever he goes out for an errand, he’ll bring back a book that he thinks Tenn will enjoy.

Tennessee wears glasses sometimes. He thinks it’s stupid but Texas thinks otherwise.

Texas likes to go storm chasing, but Tennessee is an anxious bitch and always worries for him

They sing together all the time (mainly Tennessee playing guitar and Texas singing)

Texas is always so gentle with Tenn (fear of hurting him) but Tennessee is the type to literally tackle Texas onto the ground and hug him till he can’t breathe

Half of the time they’re together is spent with Texas just *smooshing* Tennessee into the couch by laying on top of Tenn and Tenn just accepting it and giving Texas love and hair pets.

Texas doesn’t really go to church anymore, he’d much rather spend his life freely and not live by the rules of Christianity (me frfr), but he’ll still go to church with Tennessee sometimes.

^at first they tried acting like they were just two friends going to church together but it very soon became clear that they weren’t just friends.

^their height comparisons. not too important buttttttttt also it is.

Tennessee is genuinely scared of Texas’s driving 😭 It’s not that Texas is a bad driver, if anything he’s one of the best out of all the states, it’s HOW FAST HE DRIVES. LIKE. SLOW DOWN BRO WE ARENT IN A RUSH.

Texas’s favorite part of Tennessee are his arms. Specifically his biceps. What can I say? The man likes muscles. He’s staring very respectfully.

^meanwhile Tennessee loves Texas’s hips and thighs. Texas is muscular (from farm work and stuff), but his hips and thighs are a little softer than the rest of him and Tennessee loves it. He’s always latched on to Texas’s hips. Unless they’re driving. Then he’ll just have one hand on Texas’s thigh.

Texas gets hurt a lot, and while Tennessee worries about him, he does love taking care of Texas.

EDIT: @flarefoxxx because I think that it was your posts that introduced me to this ship :D

[moonlit-dreamers]

Name all your favourite TSAMS ships

fuuucckk dude

this is like asking someone which pet is their favorite you cant do this to me man ;-;

but i might as well talk about some specific ships that ive been rotating around in my brain more recently tho fair warning that a lot of these will have more abusive themes (tho i'll try to be as brief as possible since i dont want this post to go on forever lol)

off to a great start with sunvant/lord eclipse. ik a lot of ppl like to make them fluffy but they got so much toxic potential. like idk man. the power imbalance + lord eclipse being both physically and emotionally abusive is some good shit. sunvant is absolutely and purely devoted to him. nothing eclipse could do would change that. every punishment is a lesson. every reward is a blessing. every command is a job he does happily. yes, hes absolutely terrified of his lord, but isnt everyone? isnt everyone meant to be scared of their god? if he isnt scared then is he really appreciating his lords true beauty and raw power? idk man. some good shit right there

the obvious sun/eclipse. i can never escape them in any form. main dimension sun/eclipse, dark sun/eclipse, sunbeam (eaps sun)/eclipse, sunvant/eclipse. all of the above pls. but if we're going with MAIN dimension suneclipse their relationship could be sooo many things. (which is y i like the ship so much bc its so versatile!) it could be a fixer-upper, abusive, friends/enemies with benefits, you name it. anything and everything is possible with these 2 bitches and its wonderful

sun/solar is actually the first thing i shipped. even BEFORE sun/eclipse. shocking, ik, but i felt like they had sooooo much potential THAT NOBODY FUCKING SAW. like- an emotionally broken down mechanic who feels guilty over the death of his own sun and an anxious mess that just wants to make things better. how could it be any more perfect??? solar coping over his suns death with sun by accepting that hes gone but at least he has another to love and he wont be empty forever. AUGH

solar/eclipse. im fucking rabid over these 2. like idk man. i feel like theyd be so weird about potentially liking someone whos like a distorted reflection of themself. projecting their own self loathing onto each other then realizing just how similar they actually are and how it.. might actually not be that bad. then learning to love themselves by loving the flaws of the other and accepting who they are now. idk man. this is just wholesome thoughts tho dont think for a second i dont have toxic thoughts about them lol

sun/solar/eclipse (are you noticing a pattern yet?) is THE polycule. idc what you say, theyre all kissing each other. fuck you (/silly)

this is for my own au becuzzzz i wont let go of a chance to talk about them :3 we got sunshine(sunvant)/solstice(eclipse) and they are an absolute WRECK. theyre both fucked over by their past and the beginnings of their relationship is so rocky bc sunshine doesnt trust anyone + doesnt understand nor believe he deserves affection (hes also constantly wanting to go back to lord eclipse). meanwhile solstice doesnt even see sunshine as a person and rather as a project to work on (and also an opportunity to maybe better himself. maybe if he can help someone then that means he can be a better person). solar comes in later and while i havent Completely thought about their dynamics i will say that both solar and solstice are very overprotective of sunshine. they both constantly butt heads bc they both want to protect him while sunshine just sits in a corner head in hands trying to figure out how to get them to stop without having his own panic attack (they get better tho dw <3)

anyway uhhhhh i think thats all for now lol

have fun with this info ig

[stardustedseas]

NSFT

I. Can't stop thinking about Michael he's scskvdjd aaah

My friend said he seems like the type to coo at people and AUGH I MELTED

I just

Csjsbdkdvdj

He'd be so fucking mean with it too I love him <3

Stop you have such good ideas IM TWEAKING I NEED HIM SO BAD

Like like I wanna be in tears and unable to think because of that whatever he is, chat 🧍‍♂️ I mean WHO SAID THAT???

Have a nice day! ^^

- 🌀 (<- i hope this isn't uh taken SCURRIES AWAY)

1.oh my GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD STOP STOP YOUR FRIEND IS SO BIG BRAINED AND CORRECT lord almighty i fear i will be thinking about this so hard 2. AAAA my first emoji anon! 🌀 is all yours! YOU HAVE SUCH GOOD IDEAS TOO IM BEING FED SO WELL EVERYTIME YOU SEND AN ASK

call me sergey ushanka the way im actually eating my computer, could you imagine michael

thats it send post

jk nsfw under cut

could you imagine how he would coo so condescendingly at you everytime you try to simultaneously wriggle away from him in overstimulation but also buck your hips towards him. i know he would laugh and tease you for crying and being unable to speak properly but are still cumming for him over and over. itd speak in such a sweet tone but is saying and doing the most nasty shit. not to keep coming (heh) back to edging/overstim with him but its decevingly sweet voice cooing boarderline insults at you, teasing you for how you were just begging him to fuck you and now youre crying for it to stop? do you even know what you want?

oh lord or the way he would be so mean about how (rightfully) scared you are, it revels in your fear and confusion but would still make fun of you for it. maybe youre crying from frustration at how he keeps messing with your mind, putting extra doors them taking them all away, keeping you from sleeping for days on end, making you see things that arent really there, but how despite all that, you still want him. you still plead for its 'cock', for it to use that long tongue i know it has, to leave marks that you swear keep moving to different places on your body than the originally were. how despite the way your nose and ears start to bleed from being with him too long, you throb around him every time it speaks or laughs and lean into his touch

kinda dumbification in next part?

michael deciding youre the perfect next target and starts trying to torment you but youre just too air headed to even notice the extra random doors, he tries to keep you awake but you just chalk it up to insomnia and dont care, you barely notice when things go missing even if you use them everyday. he showed up in your house randomly and while you were alarmed at first, you just offered to make extra food and asked if it wanted anything to drink. there is some random thing in your house and you are ,,, trying to be a good host???? you really are an intriguing human. you frustrate him but are also so intriguing it cant leave you alone. no, you dont make a very good meal or are its usual entertainment, but michael has created a game of sorts of trying to get you to break.

who knew the thing that finally really got to you was just him cooing. all michael had to do was lightly tap the sharp point of his finger against your forehead and call you a poor little thing, youre lucky he found you instead of some other monster, they probably would be eating you in a less fun way than he would. it decided to try the route of driving you crazy via wondering if you were misreading things or if he would actually act on his words. and by god it worked. you would always get so flustered, fumbling over your words and forgetting whatever you were trying to do just because he leaned down and purred something into your ear.

michael the creature that you are

[our-ace-experience]

I'm soooo tired of how people on here treat disliking sex. I've seen so many posts or comments where somebody calls people who don't want to hear about sex all the time or want it to be filterable on their feed or whatever "immature" and have seen so many people be like "its okay, you can grow up and realize sex is something people do" when its just someone who doesn't want to hear about it 24/7. I know people fuck and suck, and I dont care that they fuck and suck, I just don't want my dash to be a bunch of horny posts, lusting posts, sexual posts, etc. I have the proper tags filtered, but a lot of posts show up anyway. it's gotten to the point where I'm tired of hearing sex jokes because they're just EVERYWHERE. even when go into spaces that have rules against sexual content, I still see people lusting everywhere.

to be extra extra clear: I don't care people have these feels and post about them. I'm just annoyed that they still show up on my dash when I've filtered so many sex type tags, and in areas I presumed would have less of that because it says there would be less !!!!! and I'm also tired of being treated like I'm immature or whatever because I don't want to hear about people fucking all the time. augh

this doesn't go for every single tumblr user, obviously, but generally I see attitudes like this floating around a good amount.

nono anon youre EXACTLY right hun. sexual content is really forced on here. the porn bots alone... they just tag their posts with trending tags and nothing else. you cant avoid it.

and i HATE infantilising, just for being asexual. lets go through all the people who might not want to have sex (ever or regularly: asexuals, abstinent people, people with health restrictions, minors, married people (especially with kids), elderly people, divorced people, people with other priorities, people that are paranoid or scared of sex and the repercussions, people with sexual trauma. and its not like minors dont have sex. i know people who im prettyyy sure had sex in year 7/8 in high school.

its just sex. do you constantly feel unbearably horny? no u dont, that would be awful. you feel it SOME of the time, often beyond your control. so if i cant control feeling turned on and i never feel turned on, whats the big deal? its my body?

[0ne-eyed-ghost]

DAY UHM. 13 I THINK. TRIO. I took AGES to finish these [And in between playing with my friends, it's been chaos diving into caves.] Feel free to use these yourself in-game! Tag me in any posts you make with my skins, I'd love to see what they're used for :] OBVIOUSLY DONT INCLUDE THEM IN ANY RACIST OR ANYTHING SIMILAR PLEASE. BE SENSIBLE

Weirdly enough I play as my Heart design and yet I'm the only fully competent player enough to be trusted to build us things, make the farms, ect. Without dying or killing the others like 10 times. It feels so not right in character HELP ME My friend who plays as Mind LOVESSS to beat us all with its fishing rod. Its past time? Fishing. Other past time? Apparently stalking and throwing us down pits! [... This has happened like 5 times save m-] MY FRIEND WHO'S SUPPOSED TO USE SOUL CAN'T YET!! BUT !!! He will eventually... :fire: His past time though is just. either following me around and getting things done , or obsessing over the chicken we've named Darrell. [Yes, After the official Darrell.] Proud chicken owner I suppose. We walked him like. over 1k blocks to the build location I decided on it took like 3 in game days JUST for Darrell to arrive safely. I was scared :sob: Anyway! Most recent thing we've done is just. well. I suppose MY most recent thing was ancient city raiding, I'm stupidly good at it :fire: BEDROCK SUCKS THOUGH IM STRUGGLING TO GET A FREAKING ENCHANTING TABLE :sob:

[its-no-biggie]

Have you ever read the rvb fanfic Mind Over Matter?

lmao anon your timing is great, genuinely. im assuming youre here from my recent washilon post, and if you check the replies youll see that i hadnt read it when i posted that. but i have since read it! i actually finished it last night and. wow.

really really really great fic. literally everything i couldve ever asked for - the way the wash/epsilon interactions are written is SO FUCKING GOOD. the humor, the tension, the awkward tiptoeing around their baggage, the forced vulnerability of sharing a brain. and all while theyre constantly fighting for their lives????? oh my god. fic of all time. i cant believe i hadnt read it until now. ough and that ending.......

okay. spoilers ahead cause i really need to talk about this ending

i cannot stop thinking about it. because its like. heres what we know

epsilon is an old ai who is implied to be failing the same way he is in canon

hargrove believes that integrating with a human mind can fix an old/failing ai

wash experienced some adverse effects from accomplishing inhuman feats while integrated, but even though they were both flying blind and in a recklessly dangerous situation, epsilon was very careful to take care of wash and he came out of it almost entirely fine (well. barring the injuries he got from external circumstances)

even the most extreme degree of integration between these two is reversible

therefore the main part of hargroves plan that poses a real danger to wash is epsilon being removed while theyre fused

the problem epsilon has in canon is that hes unable to do all the tasks carolina asks of him at once. as he integrates further into washs mind he is physically unable to push himself to that level of multitasking because washs brain couldnt handle it, but if anything they perform better in combat than epsilon and carolina

epsilon demonstrates an overabundance of caution when it comes to his capacity to hurt people (especially wash)

so like. is there really any reason they couldnt have done this again? what if hargrove was right about fusing improving epsilons function? even wash seemed hesitantly open to the idea of trying again, even while he was still in the hospital recovering from this whole ordeal.

just hear me out here. alternate ending where, instead of epsilon destroying himself to power the suit, wash is there for the big final showdown (or epsilon is wherever wash is) and he convinces epsilon to get in his head again. integrate on purpose this time. he knows the risks and it still scares him but he trusts epsilon, even if epsilon doesnt trust himself. and it works and epsilon doesnt get destroyed and he chooses to stay in washs head because he wants to stay he can no longer deny that trying to power linas armour is not sustainable. and they live happily ever after.......

this is 100% cope btw - the actual ending was fucking fantastic, this is just the happy ending im writing in my brain because im sad about it. i almost certainly would not still be thinking so much about this fic if it had actually ended that way. but the fact that its so within reach...... what if it couldve worked....... augh. head in hands

[constantfyre]

Ok. I'm gonna attempt to talk about the last quest. Bear with me, it's mostly just my reactions. I'll make a separate one for my vestige. Under the cut for spoilers. Also bc it's long ASF I'm sorry but I'm not sorry for how I feel.

So hearing Gab bring up the coloured rooms made me really scared and nervous. I didn't know what would happen. I choose Skordo and we go. When she got stabbed I screamed. Cried out and all. That was my second breakdown. First was during the 4th quest when she opened up about her feelings about Darien. AND THEN SHE SAYS SHES DYING AND ASKS ME TO USE THE GIFT OF DEATH ON HER. I couldn't, I didn't want to and I was hurting a lot. Because I love Gabrielle. I love her and Darien. They're my wives.

and I get one back and lose the other. DARIEN COMES BACK JUST TO SEE HER DIE FOR HIM. GABRIELLE DIES SEEING HIM ONE LAST TIME. KNOWING SHE GOT HIM BACK FOR US AND KNOWING SHE MAY NOT EVER SEE HIM AGAIN 😭 AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS AND IM DEVASTATED AND SOBBING OVER MY WIVEs. HE SOUNDS SO CONFUSED AND HE DIDNT EVEN WANT HER TO DO THAT AND HE WATCHED IT AND EVEN REACHED OUT TO HER AND EVERYTHING 😭.

I'm happy he's back but I'm devastated she's gone. Hopefully she gets to come back in part 2?? It just... Darien didnt want his friends to die for him, in WOTF he asks them to not forget him but to continue on and have the things he never got to. He says himself that he didn't want Gabrielle to die for him. My friend and I were talking, and we noticed Gabby didn't have Vanus' staff. So the question is, did she leave it behind before we went to execute the plan? Did she plan the whole time to kill herself, and the poisoned dagger was just the final nail in the coffin and the best argument for convincing the Vestige to use the gift of death on her? Because she knew the moment she was stabbed, so how long has she actually known what she wanted to do. That she wanted to give up her life for Darien? AUGH THERE'S JUST SO MUCH TO QUESTION. IS SHE GONE GONE? IS THERE EVEN A CHANCE FOR HER TO COME BACK? and would it have to involve Meridia bc the relic was a light of meridia and was used in the coloured rooms? I just don't know I can't take this 😭

ughh I need to make a separate post for this shit for my Vestige bc holy shit I can't. Him and Gabrielle need to actually see each other again AND HER DYING DOESNT COUNT 😭 BC THAT'S HORRIBLE FOR HIM TO HAVE TO COME BACK AND SEE. WITH NO TIME TO PROCESS. LIKE JOW I HAD NO TIME TO PROCESS IT ALL.

My wives just deserve to be happy is all. I love them. And I need my Vestige to have them both and be happy. I need to have them both and be happy. Theres so much more but this is too long and I can't think good rn bc this is being written the same day just later in.