#uni-fuzz

[gaytobymeres]

as a treat to myself i will get to rewatch hot fuzz after i submit my dissertation

[melrosing]

With the ASOIAF dialogue/accent post I always thought it would be funny if the Westerlands was modelled after the West Country which accounts for the Aye (even if it would be pronounced more Arrr) and that's why Tywin thinks he's above everyone cos he can't understand his own smallfolk (think like that Hot Fuzz scene of needing two translators)

it’s fully said in ADWD that Tyrion has a ‘westerlands accent’ so ig GRRM can conceptualise that the regions sound different even if he can’t explore that in practice or any accompanying dialect…. so really we are free to hc that that accent is indeed a West Country accent. the lannisturrs of castuurlee rock

[soulmusicsongs]

Fuzz - Hugh Masekela (Masekela, 1969)

[planete777]

꒰ RED LINES .:. LN4 ꒱

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n finds her fate hidden within two red lines, and fears the demise of her and lando's relationship. [based on this ask]

pt. 2 .:. 'red hearts'!

WARNINGS. pregnant!reader, both her and lando aren't ready so there are discussions about potential abortions, mental break downs (i.e panic attacks, crying, you know the drill), angst, mentions of throwing up (no one does it i promise), attachment issues (like me fr), a little bit of fluff (because im not that evil >:])

NOTE. first non-high!lando fic!! i've never written a pregnancy fic, so like, forgive me if it's bad haha 🥲 i put so much effort into my banner, like i'm so proud of it lmao. anyways, enjoy reading luvs 💗

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any high!lando thoughts, scenarios and requests, or any other trope too 🤍

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y/n is almost blinded by it.

two bold, red lines.

she finds it completely comical how she didn't know it sooner, for the ink that runs down the result window is so palpable, it might as well have been written with a permanent marker.

the test taunts and mocks her as she stares at it in complete despair and confusion as she so sure that they had been careful. but now, she lets herself cry over spilt milk because having a baby, on top of mountainous piles of stress that came hand-in-hand with uni, was not a checkbox she would've liked to tick off amidst her status quo.

the bathroom pounds with an deafeningly eerie silence, as she stares, and stares, then blinks as tears flow, then stares again. her ears are swallowed by loud static and her vision fuzzes around the edges, making the test in her hand seem further away than it actually is, and she allows herself to completely fade out.

she feel utterly sick. like she wants to throw up, but the upcoming bile, instead, remains dislodged in her throat and presses immense weight into her chest. it shortens her breaths, she's hyperventilating as if she's been strangled, then panic completely overwhelms her. everything before her zooms in and out like a malfunctioning camera and the pregnancy test clatters to the ground as she digs the heels of her palms into her eyes.

she doesn't remember the last time she had a panic attack this severe, and neither does she know if she'll get over it solus. yearn for a presence beside her devours her brain and she wishes that lando–

lando.

the way her heart seems to squeeze in her chest is almost too animalistic to be normal, and it arrives at the thought of him being unacceptable of the baby. he's barely situated in one place, fuck, he basically travels for a living, and all her mind conjures is how he won't be there when she needs him most. she tries to wish it away, because just thinking about her makes her spiral even more and she knows she cannot survive with a child whose father decides to be absent.

codependency isn't great, that she's thoroughly aware of, but lando's presence brings a wave of comfort braided in the brightness of his smiles and the warmth of his embrace, and it has become her whole lifeline.

yet, the bathroom she's in feels too small and too cold to be anything other than unbearable, and her body feels to weak to remain upright, sliding down to the tiled floor. she sobbing and spluttering so much that lando can hear it from two rooms down, and he rushes into the en suite without a thought in mind.

he crouches down in front of her, hands flush against the skin of her cheeks. he's shaking, fucking terrified out of his wits, and his words are enunciated with a tremble.

"hey, hey, y/n breathe with me," he desperately takes her hands into his, and places it on his own chest, making exaggerated breaths as y/n's start to simmer. it feel like hours stretch by, the air surrounding feels tense with fear and devastation, and by the time she settles, y/n senses nothing but exhaustion.

"what's wrong, love? you're scaring me," lando gently asks, and she struggles to respond, mouth rid of any moisture as if it had been scraped dry. lando takes the initiative to look around in hopes that anything would give him a clue to his girlfriend's break down.

then he freezes.

the white stick lays there, gleaming and glowing like it's fucking sent from heaven, and he feels his heart plummet into the depths of his guts. he knows he can deny it all he wants, but it's undeniable, what he's seeing, yet prays like a grieving mother that what he thinks is not true as his quivering hands reaches for it.

two bold, red lines.

"oh fuck," it punches out of him, every inch of energy disperses like fleeing birds, "you're pregnant?"

it's so small, so timid that he almost doesn't see it, but she nods, and his arms fall like he's been shot and the test leaves his fingers. he swears he's drenched in ice cold water and he remains silent, bound by stunned numbness. his lack of response spurs y/n again, and she begins sobbing, pressing her face into her arms and wiping it furiously. all she thinks is that he doesn't want it, and out of sheer terror, she starts rambling utter shit.

"i can get rid of it, if you want, lando, just please i'm begging you, don't leave me."

he's crying himself now, doesn't know what to feel at the suggestion, but it makes him gag.

"get rid of it if i want to? fucking hell y/n, i'm not a prick like that," he fumbles out, words wet and hardly cohesive, "as long as you want to keep it, i want the baby too."

she looks up at him, eyes so full of hope that he immediately takes her into his arms.

"you sure, lando?" she's still hesitant, burying her head into his chest, and as further reassurance, he kisses her forehead, "as sure as i'll ever be."

[wishmaster]

Hey Billy, I'm just a gay 20 something twink with bright platinum hair and a bit of a nerdy streak. I was just hanging out with my best friend from highschool who went to a party school for uni and his new buds.... Are different. He's changed a lot, gotten a lot bigger and into sports and kept commenting on how scrawny I was. I think I heard him and his bros muttering a wish of some kind.

I don't know what's going on but I feel like I have a fever and I've been sweating A LOT

Otter on my Mind

Such a cute young thing, too bad you were surrounded by a bunch of horny boys looking for a new boy to fuck.

You feel yourself pass out, when you awake you have on a rather heavy fur like coat. You stand up to find you seem taller, you un zip the coat and now notice your previous smooth twink body was now coated in hair, your body somewhat more muscular than before. Soon you feel something strange on your face as well, a full beard now covered your somewhat more manly face. You hair returned to your normal dark boring color, but it's when you walk you notice how big and peach like your ass had become, when you remove your tight jeans you'd noticed a fuzz covering your new extra sensitive cheeks, your once small cock had increased a bit in size, but more in thickness, your bush so hairy now you couldn't find it at first. you pulled your pants back up and stood in front of a mirror. You gasped as you figured out you were now a super sexy otter. Your dick twitched realizing you had just become your friend and his bros perfect sex boy.

Bro come on my dick ain't going to suck itself. You recognized the voice of your friend, suddenly the vision of his cock flooded your mind, his perfect jock cock and round full balls. His firm ass, his sweaty musk called to you. As much as it used to disgust you all you could do was go to him, realizing once you went to him you'd be in for a full on orgy with him and his frat bros, you had quickly become the fraternity's hairy little whore and no matter how much you wanted to fight it the wishes they made had sealed your fate your ass was frat property now, no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 23/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Twenty-Three: Green Onions

Harvey spent the afternoon packing his room up with Thomas in near-silence. “Mr. Wayne—?” 

“Please call me Thomas, Harvey. You’re not a child anymore,” Thomas gently interrupted. He never looked up from the stack of clothes as he folded them and placed them neatly in a box. 

“Thomas? I feel the need to tell you how much you mean to me. You’ve given me so much love and confidence over the years. You’ve been a father to me most of my life, and I feel like you’ve modeled love, respect, and kindness for me when I needed it most,” Harvey commended Thomas. “And I—. I—. I love you, Thomas, and I don’t want you to think I’m moving out because—.” 

Thomas looked up with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. “You’re ready… I love you so much, and I’m proud of the man you chose to become, Harvey. You don’t have to feel guilty for starting a new chapter in your life. I’m so proud of you,” Thomas whispered. Harvey frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“Well, Thomas… I feel awful, but I have to tell you something about Bruce. He’s going to be so angry with me, but I have to tell you this,” Harvey struggled through as he told Thomas everything Bruce had done in Germany. 

**

Martha took her hair down and sat at the vanity, trying to stay rooted in the conversation as Thomas talked to her. Once she heard the word poison, though, everything around her seemed to zoom out of focus. Her hands seemed to be miles away, as everything fuzzed around the edges. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate, and her lips trembled as she searched for words. Her mind traveled back almost sixteen years. Thomas was away on business, and she was terribly stressed about something. She couldn’t remember what it was, but she remembered Bruce’s pajamas down to the way the little white snap button clicked when Bruce clawed it undone. She rolled out of bed and entered the hall to see why Bruce was screaming. Bruce never made much noise, so it startled her. It was so late, and he should’ve been in bed.

He was crying, and he’d thrown up down the front of his footie pajamas. The tiniest person she’d ever loved in her entire life was screaming bloody murder in the hallway. He smelled like milk and oats mixed in with bile. And then she saw it in his little fist. Snowdrops. She stuck her hand in her pocket and snatched it away from him before carrying him to the bathroom. She washed his hands and asked him what he’d eaten. “ Geen unying ,” Bruce answered as well as a sobbing two-year-old could. Bruce loved green onions. It was his first solid food, given to him by Thomas to help with his colic. 

“In your hand? The plant in your hand, lovey?” Martha whispered. Her ears rang as panic set in, and she called an ambulance. Poison. Her only child. She never told Thomas or Alfred what happened. 

And she snapped back to the present, in tears as her words found their way to her lips. “I was supposed to protect him,” Martha whispered, “There is poison in my baby… Because I wasn’t watching him.” 

“Martha, when are you?” Thomas asked. 

“Why is he doing this? I need to see him right now. Where is he? Where is my—?” 

Thomas grabbed her shoulders. “Martha, I said Harvey went to pick him up at his appointment with Isaiah. You’re crimson, my love,” Thomas whispered. Martha scowled as she forced back tears and the anguished scream that threatened to escape if she didn’t keep her lips tightly shut. Alfred hadn’t said a word, but he was there as well. He couldn’t speak. 

**

Bruce shouted at Harvey in the garage, screaming at how unfair he’d been. He told Harvey that it was a betrayal of trust, and he wanted to end things. Harvey sat perfectly still in the driver’s seat and allowed Bruce to rip him to shreds. He let Bruce scream and curse until there was nothing left but tears. “I can’t go in there. I can’t—. Harvey, you don’t understand,” Bruce sobbed. 

“I do… And I hate that I couldn’t do more as your boyfriend. I think I can’t be anything more than your friend right now. I will always love you, but I—. I can’t let you kill yourself like this. So, I think you’re right to break up with me right now,” Harvey replied.

“No, I didn’t mean—.” Harvey shook his head and shushed him. “Harvey, I didn’t—.”

“I’m not mad. I know you were upset, but I want you to get help. I can’t keep your secrets anymore,” Harvey interrupted, “Now, give me a hug, so we can go in the house.” 

“I can’t face my parents, Harvey,” Bruce replied. 

Martha entered the garage and knocked on the hood of the car before gesturing for the boys to roll the windows down. “Mrs. Wayne, I should g—.”

“You’re part of this family, Harvey. I love you very much, and I think you should be present for the discussion we’re about to have,” Martha whispered. 

There was no arguing with Martha. They got out of the car and headed inside. Bruce looked at his parents and their grim faces. His secret was out, and he couldn’t explain or lie his way out of it. “I’m fine—.” 

“The clinic closes at ten. I think you should come with me at eleven,” Thomas whispered. 

“I already got bloodwork done—.” 

“I don’t care. I didn’t run it myself. Bruce, I’m your father. I won’t be satisfied until I run my own tests and see for myself,” Thomas interrupted. He’d started getting angry without meaning to. Alfred touched his wrist.

Martha sat on the couch, and Bruce and Harvey sat on opposite sides of her. “When you were two years old, Alfred and Thomas went away on a trip. I never told anyone this because I felt so guilty. I don’t know how you got your hands on it, but you were screaming and crying. I heard you from the bedroom, and I—.” Martha’s words caught in her throat as she choked back tears. “You’d spit up down the front of your pajamas, and you were clutching a bundle of snowdrops. I panicked. I washed your hands, and we went to the hospital. They said you hadn’t eaten enough of it to have any further adverse side effects. They said you must’ve just sucked on the stalks of the plant rather than eating it. I thought you were going to die, and I kept blaming myself for being so careless.” 

Bruce wrung his hands. Alfred and Thomas went pale. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Thomas asked. 

“Because I was scared... We can’t be angry at him. He’s sick right now, and I think I understand why he didn’t tell us. Bruce, look at me. I’m not angry, but you have to stop lying to us. You have to stop. I know it’s going to be difficult, but we have to create boundaries for what you can and cannot do,” Martha whispered. Bruce looked her in the eyes. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even hurt. It was like they were seeing each other for the very first time. 

Bruce nodded. There was something strange and unspoken between them, and Bruce almost smiled when he realized she truly understood how he felt. “Boundaries? He can’t do any of this anymore,” Thomas replied.

“Master Bruce, I shouldn’t have allowed you to get away with lying the first time. If I’d know what you were doing in Europe, I—.”

“Thomas. Alfred. There’s nothing wrong with him learning how to fight or do little things like that… No more poison, though. That took me to places in my mind that I swore I’d never revisit. Let’s come to a healthy compromise. What else are you interested in doing?” Martha asked. 

“Piloting. Sailing. Diving,” Bruce whispered. 

Martha looked at Alfred and Thomas for their input. “Is there something wrong with those things?” Martha questioned. 

Thomas and Alfred sighed. “Is this thrill-seeking behavior? Or are we enabling something deeper and darker, Bruce?” Thomas asked. Harvey took a deep breath and turned his head. He was crying, his stomach was in knots, and he just wanted to get away. 

“I don’t want something bad to happen to any of you because I was too weak to do something—.”

“You were a child when that happened, Bruce. Please, look at me and understand that you don’t have to protect us,” Thomas whispered. 

“No. I can’t understand that. I won’t,” Bruce replied. 

Martha sat up straight and grabbed Bruce’s hand. “Protect our hearts by being honest with us. Let us know where your head is at, so we can figure this out together. We can help you when you start to venture toward the extreme… And you can still do things that make you feel safe,” Martha smiled. Bruce looked at Harvey. 

“Harvey, I—.”

“Let’s give it three months, Bruce. Three months of being just friends. It’s not just you. I’m—. I ran into my father a few weeks ago. He didn’t see me, but I saw him… And I—. I could see myself killing him in ten different ways in my head. I didn’t realize how much damage he’d done until that moment. I’m not well, Bruce. I cover it up well, but I have so much rage inside me. I never know when I’ll explode, but I know it has to happen sometime. I need time to fix me,” Harvey confessed. 

Thomas swallowed hard. “Why didn’t you come to us?” Thomas asked. 

“Everyone suffers. I thought the least I could do was endure mine in silence,” Harvey answered, “But that isn’t helping any of us. Is it?”

[acronym-chaos]

Space & Guinea Pig Themed ID Pack

[PT: Space & Guinea Pig Themed ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Astro, Blink, Celeste, Comet, Cosmo, Crater, Dipper, Eclipse, Fuzz, Fuzzle, Galaxy, Galex, Galileo, Glorp, Halo, Hubble, Lint, Luna, Meteor, Milky, Moony, Nebby, Nibbler, Nova, Orbit, Peri, Pluto, Pompom, Quasar, Quirk, Rocket, Saturn, Scurry, Snout, Snuffle, Squeak, Star, Starlit, Tumble, Twinkle, Vega, Wisp, Yip, Ziggy

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Astro / Asteroid / Astros, Cos / Cosmic / Cos, Fie / Fur / Furs, Fuz / Fuzz / Fuzzes, Gal / Gala / Xys [Galaxy], Gui / Guin / Guins [Guinea Pig], Met / Eor / Mets [Meteor], Nib / Nibb / Nibbs [Nibble], Nov / Nova / Novas, Or / Orbit / Orbits, Pla / Net / Planets, Ro / Rocket / Rocks, Spri / Spark / Sparkles, Sque / Squeak / Squeaks, Sta / Ar / Stars, Uni / Univer / Unis [Universe], Zoo / Zoom / Zooms

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Pronoun] Who Chews on Stars, [Pronoun] Who Drifts Among the Stars, [Pronoun] Who Zooms Through the Milky Way, A Guinea Pig From Space, A Tiny Explorer of the Cosmos, Cosmic Puffball, Little Star-Squeaker, Space’s Smallest Astronaut, The Comet Chaser, The Cosmic Explorer With Tiny Paws, The Guinea Pig Astronaut, The Orbiting Fluff, The Rocket Rodent,

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[ro-fromthestars]

Thought I'd make a blog intro post because I'm bored and why not:

• Hey I'm Ronan (Ro) •

he/they

I'm 20 (but turning 21 in a few weeks!!)

Current fandoms: The Young Ones (and basically any Rik & Ade stuff), Doctor Who, Young Dracula, Life On Mars (and most John Simm stuff), Spaced, 80s Alternative comedy, Vampires, and I love britcoms. I'm also a big Liverpool FC fan

Music & Bands I like: Oasis, PULP, Blur (britpop in general), Madness, David Bowie, Queen, and 00s Rock. Also Will Wood.

Movies/Films I like: Human Traffic (1999), Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986), Drop Dead Fred (1991), Addams Family Values (1993), Hot Fuzz (2007)

Other TV shows: Takin' Over The Asylum, Gavin & Stacey, BBC Ghosts, Not Going Out, Only Fools and Horses

Misc: I'm trans & neurodivergent (AuDHD), I play the piano a lot, do pen-spinning (which I really recommend learning if you have the chance) and write fanfics sometimes

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Other Accounts:

Ao3: ronan_comet

Tiktok: itmightbeatv

Alt TikTok (for more niche edits): retrofraggle

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Some fics I'd like to signal boost:

The Young Ones Fandom

Forever Young - written for the Rik & Ade Fest 2025. After the events of the bus crash and explosion, the Scumbag guys become ghosts. To be honest, they didn't really have much choice in the matter, but they try to make the best of things anyway.

Snack Run - With not a scrap of food left in the house, the lads go on a nighttime snack run to the corner shop. Shenanigans ensue. (based off nighttime uni snack trips)

Spectacles - My attempt at a Rivyan flirting fic. Vyvyan is wearing glasses and... actually doing college work? Rick doesn't know what to make of it.

Young Dracula Fandom

School Therapist - Vlad has to see a therapist at school. It goes probably how you'd expect.

A Chat Or Interrogation - His Dad making casual conversation is always awkward. No surprise, he's a centuries-old vampire with not much empathy.

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My asks are always open for questions (and writing prompts, primarily for TYO and YD :)

[transmascbive]

GREETINGS!

my name(s) are bive, kris, and casper!!! (im so gonna make more names bc im stupid)

previous username was squidpaw

im just repurposing this account since i made it when i was 11 or 12 😭

ABOUT ME

transmasc nonbinary, aroace (cupioromantic aegosexual) polyamorous omnisexual (and kinda objectum)

wolf, bernese mountain dog, borzoi, and snow leopard otherkin

bive, dynamite, razor, barry ill, sly ill, preboot uni cornelius, isaac (tboi), cream (cometcare), dragonscale, asa (csm), and fuzz (jaarp) irl, please do not reality check me /srs

black neurodivergent artist (autism, add, adhd, ptsd, schizospec, ied)

currently working on a webcomic with my wife ( @objectfreakshow )

my favorite music genres are DnB, nu metal, and furry music

i used to be a thread moderator for a fandom site (funkipedia)

my f/os are denji, broly, sol badguy, and AM. i don’t share lols

@ambermoment and @thehammerhead ARE MY PARTNERS!!!!! check them out please

⚠️🐾 DISCLAIMER: i have very bad memory and i tend to lash out when i don’t understand something and i have a very bad temper. i do not mean to lash out whenever possible. if i do not remember you or something i/you/someone did, please feel free to remind me. 🐾⚠️

I ALSO DRAW GORE, UNSETTLING THEMES, NON SEXUAL NUDITY, PLEASE BLOCK MY SUGGESTIVE TAG TO NOT SEE THAT.

TAGS

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INTERACTION

interact if you:

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[acrylicafternooning]

fun game time!!!! tagged by @croutonnet <3

last song? use the force - jamiroquai

fave colour? pink!! (and also green :3)

last tv show? gogglebox... i watch it every evening when its on...

last movie? venom but before that hot fuzz (i chose that one)

last book? im reading the essex serpent rn... last book i finished was last bus to woodstock tho

fav flavour? lavender!!! i <3 anything that tastes like parma violets

tea or coffee? tea all the way

currently working on? my neverending tower of uni work... boo

relationship status? doomed to snapchat jail forever (single)

last thing i googled? how long a gaa match lasts (i forgor)

looking forward to? going on a few day trips over easter... very excited

current obsession? making covers to go with the cds ive been burning... i looooove making them

ummmmmm im gonna tag @boozytiramisu @snoozingbear @soulaans aaaand @boyplushie :3

[unclewileys-bahblog]

can i get a rainbow dash headmate (with pony and human form)that is transrace,nationality and uses a lot of other transid terms and has lots of paraphilias,neopronouns,xenogenders and system roles

rainbow dash headmate under the cut.

Name: Rainbow Dash, Rayne, Rowan, Dawn

Age: 17-26

Gender: Transfemmasc, Hypergender, Rainbowglitterunicornpopittic, Staric, Ghostdemonic, Handsomecomplimentic, Stonerwhore, Stabbedintheheartic, Blueclipsic, Gummybearfloatic, Kiddiesnakic, ADHDthing, Rainbowstaric, Unicornsprinklic, Lifrankcat, Dreamybodiment, 🩷🍓🦈emojic, Warmgender, 🧪🌀emojic

Pronouns: It/it’s, She/her, Hype/hypers, He/him, Bolt/bolts, Heart/hearts, Compli/compliments, Star/stars, Ghost/ghosts, They/them, Star/stars, Blue/blues, Dream/dreams, Shx/hxr, !/!’s, Spot/spots, Cute/cutes, Thing/things, Cat/cats, Fluff/fluffs, Spark/sparkles, Sprinkle/sprinkles, Uni/corn, Unicorn/unicorns, Daydream/daydreams, Fuzz/fuzzies, Shark/sharks, Berry/berries, ?/?’s, Hx/hxm, Thy/thou, Sun/suns, Clown/clowns, Th*y/th*m, Musi/musics, Pastel/pastels, Pink/pinks, Hy/hym, Love/sick, Lovesick/lovesicks, Frill/frills, Lantern/lanterns, Hiss/hiss’s, Glam/glamorous, Shy/hyr, 🍓/🍓’s, 🌀/🌀’s, 🫶/🫶’s, 🩷/🩷’s, 🧪/🧪’s, 🦈/🦈’s, 🦄/🦄’s, 💭/💭’s, 🍦/🍦’s, 💤/💤’s, 🎃/🎃’s, 🎲/🎲’s, 🎀/🎀’s, 😽/😽’s, ☀️/☀️’s, ⛈️/⛈️’s, 🗯️/🗯️’s, ⁉️/⁉️’s, 🪽/🪽’s, 🍃/🍃’s, 🪷/🪷’s, 🐚/🐚’s, 🥒/🥒’s, ⚽️/⚽️’s, 🩰/🩰’s, 🕯️/🕯️’s, 🍭/🍭’s, 🪺/🪺’s, 🪻/🪻’s, ✨/✨’s, ⛅️/⛅️’s, 🫧/🫧’s, 🍊/🍊’s, ❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥’s, 🔍/🔍’s

Sexuality: Lesbian

Species: Shapeshifter (pegasus pony, human)

Ethnicity: Mixed

Source: MLP:FiM, MLP:EQG

Roles: Mood booster, Confidence booster, Social alter, Gatekeeper, NPD holder, Adhd holder, Social protector, Jester, Body caretaker, Autism holder, Trauma holder, Stim holder, Co-host, Destressor, Soother, Organizer, Academic alter, Warden, OCD holder, Dyslexia holder, Overseer, Supervisor, BPD symptom holder, Emotional protector, Relationship protector, Pain calmer

CisIDs: Caucasian, Indigenous, Dyed hair, Rainbow mane, Blue fur, Pink eyes, Confident, Loyal, Friendly, Courageous, NPD, Adhd, Autism, OCD, Dyslexia, Dyscalculia

TransIDS: TransMultiRace (asian, black), TransZoo, TransBlueEyes, TransNationality (mexican), TransCulture (indian), TransFaith (muslim), TransAge (23), PermaAdult, PermaConfident, PermaSilly, TransBPD, TransSeviADHD (worse), TransMethAddict, TransEnergyDrinkAddict, TransHarmless, PermaLoved, TransNarcolepsy, TransHappyTone, TransAccent (jamacian), TransCatTongue, TransAMAB, TransHappyChildhood, TransFujoshi, TransAbled (wheelchair user), TransHimbo, TransLoliBait, TransGreenThumb, TransLoliCon, TransPervert, TransYeredere, TransWeedAddict

Paraphiles: FictoMAP, AutoMAP, Fictophilia, Odaxelagnia, Masochist, Autobiastophilia, Somnophilia, Poképhilia, Zeusophilia, Jeuliephilia, Timophilia, Vorarephilia, Dendrophilia, Haemotophilia, Frotteurism, Maiesiophilia, Mycophilia, Nyctophilia, Pyrophilia, Omarashi, Hybristophilia, Hoplophilia, Masquephilia, Dacryphilia, AutoDacryphilia, Cordophilia, Musophilia, Cheirophilia, Peiramaphilia, Emetophilia, Pluvuiphilia, Aquaphilia, Asphyxiophilia, Maniaphilia, Phobophilia, Serviphilia, Angelophilia

Other Labels: Butch, Grizzly bear therian

Faceclaims:

enjoy bolt. and as always, feel free to change whatever you want.

- Mod Lexy

[xabiramone]

Hendrix was inspired by American rock and roll and electric blues. He favored overdriven amplifiers with high volume and gain, and was instrumental in popularizing the previously undesirable sounds caused by guitar amplifier feedback. He was also one of the first guitarists to make extensive use of tone-altering effects units in mainstream rock, such as fuzz distortion, Octavia, wah-wah, and Uni-Vibe. He was the first musician to use stereophonic phasing effects in recordings. Holly George-Warren of Rolling Stone commented: "Hendrix pioneered the use of the instrument as an electronic sound source. Players before him had experimented with feedback and distortion, but Hendrix turned those effects and others into a controlled, fluid vocabulary every bit as personal as the blues with which he began."

Hendrix was the recipient of several music awards during his lifetime and posthumously. In 1967, readers of Melody Maker voted him the Pop Musician of the Year and in 1968, Billboard named him the Artist of the Year and Rolling Stone declared him the Performer of the Year. Disc and Music Echo honored him with the World Top Musician of 1969 and in 1970, Guitar Player named him the Rock Guitarist of the Year. The Jimi Hendrix Experience was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992 and the UK Music Hall of Fame in 2005. Rolling Stone ranked the band's three studio albums, Are You Experienced, Axis: Bold as Love, and Electric Ladyland, among the 100 greatest albums of all time, and they ranked Hendrix as the greatest guitarist and the sixth greatest artist of all time.🎂🖤#LovingMemory

[lboogie1906]

James Marshall “Jimi” Hendrix (Johnny Allen Hendrix; November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970) was a rock guitarist, singer, and songwriter. His mainstream career lasted only four years, but he is regarded as one of the most influential guitarists in history and one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame describes him as “the greatest instrumentalist in the history of rock music”.

Born in Seattle, he began playing guitar at age 15. He enlisted in the Army and trained as a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne Division, but he was discharged the following year. He moved to Clarksville, soon after and began playing gigs on the Chitlin’ Circuit, earning a place in the Isley Brothers’ backing band and with Little Richard. He played with Curtis Knight and the Squires before moving to England after being discovered. He earned three UK top ten hits with the Jimi Hendrix Experience: “Hey Joe”, “Purple Haze”, and “The Wind Cries, Mary”. He achieved fame in the US after his performance at the Monterey Pop Festival, and his third and final studio album Electric Ladyland reached number one in the US. He was the world’s highest-paid performer, and he headlined the Woodstock Festival and the Isle of Wight Festival.

He was inspired by American rock and roll and electric blues. He favored overdriven amplifiers with high volume and gain, and he was instrumental in popularizing the previously undesirable sounds caused by guitar amplifier feedback. He was one of the first guitarists to make extensive use of tone-altering effects units in mainstream rock, such as fuzz tone, Octavia, wah-wah, and Uni-Vibe. He was the first musician to use stereophonic phasing effects in recordings.

Readers of Melody Maker voted him the Pop Musician of the Year, and Rolling Stone declared him the Performer of the Year. Disc and Music Echo magazine honored him with the World Top Musician, and Guitar Player named him the Rock Guitarist of the Year. The Jimi Hendrix Experience was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the UK Music Hall of Fame. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[byakuwan]

did i post this already???

a random WIP with uni and byakuran ft. a baby bird. i'm not sure i will finish it ever.

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[ uni in the courtyard/garden finds a very injured baby bird that fell out of a nest in a tall tree. to survive, so even if the mother bird picks it up, it'll still die. uni's really sad about it. she's very attached to these birds, high up in a giglio-nero mansion garden tree.

byakuran shows up. he probably came out to the garden to see her assuming she'd be enjoying the flowers, but no, she's here looking upset with something in her hands. he asks her what she's holding? she shows him, then he reaches out to take it from her without even asking. she looks alarmed for a moment, then relaxes when he doesn't do anything to it. ]

"A baby bird…" He looks at the little thing closely with one hand, inspecting from a few different angles. "It isn't moving much… what a shame. It's so young too."

She looks away and up to the bird nest. "… Even if the mother comes for it, it won't have a chance to survive…"

"Don't say that." Byakuran laughs, even when she turns to scold him. He's already lifting a wing with one finger. "It just has some broken bones."

"Just broken bones?" Uni uses that tone where she's about to scold him. "A baby bird can't—"

"Easy fix." He interrupts her before she can get much further. He rolls it onto its back on his palm, delicately presses a finger to its tiny body, swirls that around the fuzz…

Her eyes widen when she realizes what he's doing. "You're healing it?"

"Of course I am." He rolls the chick back upright as it begins to wriggle in his hand. "You look so sad, Uni-chan." Once it starts chirping loudly, he holds it out to Uni again.

She smiles widely as she sees it moving around, then even wider when it's given to her. - "Thank you so much, Byakuran." - but she gasps as it tries to squirm right out of her open palms.

That won't work. He catches it to cradle between his palms and ignores the now-frantic chirping. "Let's put it back before that." He flares his own wings behind his back, spreads them wide and hops into the air.

Once he reaches the top of the nest, he briefly glances back down. This nest is so high up… no wonder the little thing broke bones on the fall. It's surprising that it survived the impact.

The rest of the chicklets chirp as well as he holds his hand into the nest and the fallen one wiggles away with its siblings. His impromptu job is done, so he floats back down next to Uni again.

Her smile is as dazzling as always… and the small tears in her eyes now are shimmering. "It's safe now… I'm so glad."

"You must see them a lot if you were this worried." Byakuran assumes that's part of why she was so upset. Then again, she's a very empathetic person… maybe she feels like this with all animals.

"Well, of course I was." Uni giggles at his comment. "They have a nest here in the courtyard. It's normal to get attached to something I see every day."

"Ahaha, I figured." He slides his hands back in his pockets. Maybe he should wash his hands after handling wildlife… but he'll do that later. A comfortable silence falls as they watch the mother bird return to the nest. Byakuran glances over to see Uni wiping the tears from her eyes as she watches them.

"You saved the little bird's life." She turns to face him with her brightest smile. "Thank you… this means a lot to me."

He never remembers how powerful her expressions can be until he experiences one. There is so much gratitude in her eyes just for doing something so easy that he'll forget about it by tomorrow. "You're welcome." ♪ … but he has to play it cool. "Still, you would have saved it yourself if you could."

She knows better. "You didn't have to save it for me, but you still did."

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[ idk how to end that but........ ]

[helianskies]

2 and 24!

ty cake 🫂

2. what's your feel-good movie?

hot fuzz. it's my favourite movie. it's something i usually watch with my family - but i do remember years ago, when i had a tv in my room, watching it over and over, along with the trivia. it's just good. the humour doesn't get old for me. and now i realise i need to ask my friends if they want to watch it on a film night, because i have no idea if they've seen it, and if they haven't, it is criminal and sorry ive rambled on this one

24. what's something you do to de-stress?

to de-stress from uni, i usually turn to writing and youtube. and when writing has me stressed (because it happens), i usually turn to youtube and snacks lol.

[fencecollapsed]

I found your art like I wanna say 5 years ago??? maybe longer than that(?) on instagram through your hot fuzz art and it was actually following you on instagram and loving your art that got me into Starkid. Starkid has now even helped me make friends at uni, and I’ve got multiple people into it, I’ve now been watching their shows for years and I love them so much and yeah it’s kinda cause of you???? so uh thank you so much for that? for kinda changing my life a little. Very cool of you.