#+feel free to ask jekyll something :}-

[askthejash]

H-Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

I..

I don't know where I am..

[yoursadisticdommemommy]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ❤︎

"Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!"

𝕸𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖞'𝖘 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘:

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Sadistic Soft Domme and Mistress.

You may refer to me as Mistress 9, Mistress, or Mommy if you feel so inclined. All are fine.

DMs and Asks are open. But I am not looking for a submissive or a relationship. I would appreciate it if you could be kind. Moots can add me on Snapchat, send me a DM love.

Follow my backup, just in case.

I am pansexual and polyamourous. I dom any gender (trans-friendly).

Switch - This page is only about my domming. Hard Kinks and BDSM, I can be sweet, but my venom always comes with a sting, dears. Enter at your own risk. Some things may be triggering to some people.

Visit my Submissive-focused blog here.

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Most of my posts are queued, so there's content for you when I'm away.

I am not looking for submissives or dom/mes, so don't ask. Don't send your nudes or send requests to be my submissive or anything of the sort. Those are something built on trust over time. However, I'm always looking for pleasant conversation, and you're free to give me your best pick-up line or just a hello, Mistress, to ask about my day. Unless you are one of my pets looking for extra attention, do not try to get me to be your domme in my asks.

Unless they are rude, I answer all requests and messages unless they specifically request not to be shared. I am a busy woman with submissives of my own to tend to, and sometimes, it takes me a while to respond. Be patient, dears, and try to be understanding.

Take a peek into my sadistic desires and just a taste of my dominant desires.

Toy-Free Guided Masturbation

To See My Public Executions, use the hashtag #m9publicexecution

𝕲𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘

♥︎ I am a soft, sadistic goth domme and mistress.

♥︎ My favorite color is vermilion.

♥︎ I love horror movies, gore, and all things spooky.

♥︎ When I'm not dominating my good little pets, I enjoy a variety of interests and hobbies.

𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

♥︎ My favorite literature includes

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.

The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

Jaws by Peter Benchley

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

The Book of the Dead

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

♥︎My favorite movies include (well, some of them, at least)

A Quiet Place

Scream

Saw

Alien

Strangeland

The Uninvited

Interview with a Vampire

Queen of the Damned

The Autopsy of Jane Doe

Black Swan

Pulp Fiction

Guardians of the Galaxy

Van Helsing

Apocalypto

The Phantom of the Opera

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Howl's Moving Castle

Venom

The Bride of Frankenstein

Little Shop of Horrors

Sweeney Todd

47 Meters Down

Catwoman

Jaws

♥︎My favorite shows include (well, some of them, at least)

Deathnote

What We Do in the Shadows

The Addams Family

Arcane

Chainsaw Man

Fullmetal Alchemist

Hazbin Hotel

Invincible

Love, Death, and Robots

MEGALOBOX

Parasyte

Sabrina, The Teenage Witch

Tokyo Ghoul

WandaVision

Westworld

You

♥︎My favorite musicians to listen to (well, some of them, at least)

Clan of Xymox

HIM

Rob Zombie

The 69 Eyes

Alice in Chains

The Killers

Blue Stahli

Arch Enemy

Anthrax

Blind Guardian

Cradle of Filth

The Misfits

Fit for an Autopsy

Funeral for a Friend

Nightwish

Rammstein

Burzum

The Smiths

Kamelot

Dance with the Dead

Razed in Black

Nine Inch Nails

The Birthday Massacre

Otep

Marilyn Manson

Children of Bodom

Korn

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Depeche Mode

Bauhaus

Bile

Ghost

Blink 182

The Cure

Emilie Autumn

Type O Negative

Sisters of Mercy

She Wants Revenge

Kink and Fetish

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.

𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 (𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲)

Sadism (obviously)

Bondage

CNC

Anal

Corruption

Domination

Erotic Asphyxiation

Gagging

Hair Pulling

Impact Play: favorites include whips, canes, paddles, floggers, riding crops, and so so much more.

Narratophilia

Vampirism

Oral

Exhibitionism

Primal Play

Pet Play

Sensation Play

Praise and Degradation

Orgasm Control

Body Worship

Pain Play

Voyeurism

Marking and Collaring

Just to name a few.

𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 (𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙉𝙤𝙨)

Mutilation

MDLG

Scat and Water Sports

Body, Race, or Gender Shaming

Sissification

Beastiality

My BDSM Test Scores

Want to know what I scored on that silly little BDSM test? My results are below!

Enjoy your time here; the pleasure is all mine. 💋

[leonenjoyer69]

Hi!!! Guess who has an AU of an AU now? Yeah, so here's the fresh Vampire Elias AU, art and vague lore! Also you can't tell me Hyde wouldn't play dress up with a vampire

I don't even remember how this idea came about, but I've been doing stuff non stop with it for the past 3 days 💀

So! Lore and details-- (also, color-pickable refs at the bottom)

Elias got turned while out walking around a park with Lanyon. The two were actually mostly getting along when Elias got attacked, and he wasn't able to really fight them off through the panic (and with Lanyon yelling in his head) so, he got turned.

The HJ7 is able to supress a bit of stuff, and basically mostly keeps Lanyon from turning (bc I say so, magic potion), but Elias is definitely still a vampire. He only has one eye that mostly turned red, on the side he was bit. He wears an eyepatch over that eye, unless he's alone or just with Jekyll/hyde where he knows they won't be disturbed. his ears pointed a little, and of course he has sharper teeth. His skin also grew a bit paler and a bit more ashy looking, and his flush isn't as strong. He's also sensitive to light, mostly in his red eye, and his skin stings a bit when he's exposed in the sun too long.

He also has a lot more control over his vampiric impulses, and for a while basically starves himself of blood out of guilt (until Jekyll and/or Hyde find out and force him to feed from them. Hyde is *very* excited to have a vampire boyfriend. He's,,, quite into it. Jekyll won't let Hyde get turned (though Elias wouldn't do it anyways)). At a point, he'd probably try feeding on himself, but quickly stop when he realizes that it makes him sick. His bat form is a little white fruit bat (or something of the sort, I just want him to be fed fruits man) ALSO, @historysphysiciann HAS SOME REALLY AWESOME VAMPIRE ELIAS ART WITH HIS LIL BAT FORM :D

Onto Lanyon, he does get a few of the physical traits, (his eyes have a slight red tint, his teeth are the slightest bit sharper, but grow a tad bit more around blood, slightly pointer ears, slightly paler skin (especially when Elias is basically starving himself), etc.) But certainly to a lesser degree than Elias. He can also still eat normal food, just has a craving for meat more. Also, he *can* drink blood for the both of them, but it's a very gross concept to him and he only has a slight taste for it, so it's still something he avoids. Otherwise, he's still mostly human, and his heart still pumps, just a decent bit slower. He gets cold quite easily now.

Elias's heart still vaguely pumps, but it's mainly because of the HJ7-induced adrenaline.

Also! Elias doesn't have a reflection any more, so he can only see Lanyon in mirrors now. When Lanyon's in control, he still has a reflection, but it's slightly blurry. He can also still see Elias in the mirror, since the HJ7 reflection and shadow thing is just like, a hallucination or manifestation of the other half.

A buncha folks on discord also made him angsty after just turning. Someone asks for directions or such and a freshly turned Elias can't control his urges, since he's freshly drained, and attacks the person. Lanyon forces a transformation in a panic, leaving the person not dead, and runs off to the society to find Jekyll or Hyde. That doesn't really have to be canon lmao, still fun tho

ANYWAYS YEAH, THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE LANYON TAKES THE POTION AU, THIS IS JUST,,, ANOTHER AU OF THAT 💀💀 for funsies 😋 also, he WILL be on art fight, as a seperate character from normal Elias :3

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS NEW AU >:33

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

Hello There!

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Bee!

Pronouns: she/her or they/them, doesn’t really matter which!

Age: 15

Things I Love: The Glass Scientists (and basically all Jekyll & Hyde media), Welcome to Night Vale, Lord of the Flies, The Magnus Archives, Newsies

More about my blog under the cut!

Tags

(Now, I only really started organizing things recently, so forgive the mess of a blog I have, haha. Most fandom things are just organized by the name of the media because I’m quite uncreative in that regard)

Shitposts/Random thoughts: #bee’s ramblings

Writing/Requests: #my writing, #writing requests

Any vent posts/posts with trigger warnings will be tagged as such, let me know if I ever post something that should have a trigger warning that I’ve forgotten!

Writing Requests

I take oneshot requests for TGS!

Just send in an ask and I’ll write a oneshot for it!

I WILL write: angst, fluff, crack, any ships, basically anything that’s SFW

I WILL NOT write: smut, anything I’m not comfortable writing

If I’m uncomfortable with writing something, I’ll simply say so— no awkwardness needed. If you’re unsure whether you want to ask, feel free to do it anonymously!

My ao3 is @.etherealbumblebee, if you’re interested in seeing my other writing!

[definatelymrhyde]

Okay so I was thinking about reviving my writing days and posting a little Jekyll and Hyde au thingy I’ve been working on for Ao3.

EssentiLly it goes like this; TGS Jekyll/Hyde do something stupid and end up in a musical universe where they meet an alternate version of themselves who only just created Hyde. Now, this universe is very similar to the musical BUT Hyde isn’t the one killing people, it’s some mystery man. So New duo Jekyll and Hyde, while struggling with spontaneous, non HJ7 triggered transformations figure they will be blamed for the murders if anyone finds out. So I’m exchange for figuring out how to help them get home TGS Jekyll and Hyde help them with that problem.

The alternate universe the TGS Jekyll and Hyde end up in is my own little au I made up like a few days ago for shits and giggles that I am now invested in for some reason I can’t explain.

Please ignore any spelling mistakes im writing this without my glasses on lmao so if any of this makes zero sense I apologize, feel free to ask me questions :))

[soapoet]

PJO pick-a-card reading

Nico di Angelo; Your shadow side

Soapy scribbles: As the title may suggest, this reading is a little dark and full of terrors. Be mindful of this before you read, and judge for yourself whether or not now is a good time to explore the dark. You can always come back later, or never, so fret not if you need to run away and hide. Take good care of yourself, ok? ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Triggered by SkyDxddy

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, do you feel like Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders to keep your near and dear safe and sound, whilst toying with the thought of dropping those burdens and crushing them like ants, berating them for taking you for granted? The mental load you take on leaves you feeling so capable, yet frustrated with all who by comparison appear foolish and incompetent. You think highly of yourself, but like a flick of a switch you crumble on the shower floor crying for mercy, sending prayers down the drain because yours is a life of the ivory tower and the free fall from it, repeated like a cruel joke stuck in an inescapable loop. He loves me, he loves me not, except you count petals of your own self-worth. You're a genius, you're an idiot. Gorgeous and sweet, vile and grotesque.

You're opinionated, well-read, and seemingly surrounded by imbeciles, yet a silver tongue so easily gets tied as you fear mistakes. Trauma has left you paranoid. Do you fear retaliation? The avalanche triggered by a little hiccup, which buries you, encasing your mistake forevermore, so that shame is to you what the smile is to Mona Lisa and the whole world may gawk and point and laugh and dissect and analyse and theorise centuries from now about how you, a fool, screwed up once and that once was enough to destroy the perception of you which you so carefully tried to protect.

Houdini, you vanish like ashes to the wind, yet crave to be seen and heard and felt and touched. Rejection frightens you, so you perfect the art of care and service. Who could reject a helping hand? What then, when it is never reciprocal, nobody texts you first, unless of course they need something from you? Then you writhe as the anger in your veins burn. Your surface calm hides riptides threatening to grab and pull traitors out to sea to drown. Unable to express your darkest feelings, you've made a name for yourself for your serenity, yet beneath the surface you have been screaming your whole life. Would it kill them to ask you how you are and make space to truly receive the honest answer? You feel like an imposter, a charming attendee at a masquerade who's on a wanted poster for the crimes you commit inside your head at the slightest inconvenience.

02.

Shufflemancy: (S)aint by Marilyn Manson

Everything is perfect, and what isn't must be made so. You do not take shortcuts, you do not round up or down. Like a surgeon your precision is immaculate, but the scalpel cuts deep and swift and you are full of marks of real and imagined flaws and failures you tried to surgically remove. Impossible are the only standards that you know. Enough is not a word in any language that you speak. There is always something you could have done better. As though you were born into a fixer-upper, you became an architect, drawing up careful plans of grandure, which you construct from the rubble. Yet every tile eventually cracks, the paint chips and the hardwoodwood scuffs, so you tear everything back down to ruins and begin anew. You are forever under construction, and always on a tight schedule and low on resources, and never in a million years could you hire a lending hand. Because only you dance with perfection, only you know its touch, and nobody else should get their grubby little hands on fragile things that they'll just break.

You wish so earnestly to be seen. To shine beautifully and be admired by all, but in your paralysing fear of judgement you hide away. To perfect your reflection, your craft, to stride forth with books atop your head with enviable grace. One day you'll show 'em, you say, though you know that you're both the captive of the tower and the beast that guards it. You tell yourself you must earn your keep in the kingdom, unable to rest because the list of things to do is never-ending and replenishes like clockwork, a task done only invites another.

Yet from this tower you gaze upon the crowds, green with envy for their ability to let life happen without white-knuckling the reins. To swim with the current, not against it. And those lucky few, to whom things, a struggle to you, comes with such ease? You could burn them at the stake, and perhaps have in your mind, but this fleeting image invisiblen to all, as through gritted teeth and throbbing jaw and knotted neck, all illusioned into a bright, proud smile, you're the first to stand and give ovation for the achievements of others. Then you slip away from their awfully bright light, into the shadows to scream and cry and punish yourself for not fitting into their shoes. And when they stumble and fall? From the shadows nobody can see your Chesire grin of malice. Which, of course, only adds yet another flaw, another crack in need of mending. Because oh, to be free of this never-ending waltz with self-loathing and misplaced blame, and be whole and happy within yourself and uplift others without walking barefoot on glass doing so.

03.

Shufflemancy: Nobody praying for me by Seether

Peter Pan, won't you grow up? You scrunch your nose and grimace at the very thought. You're capable and incapable baked into a concoction of leftovers at the month's end. Tired and done with the judgement of those you, dripping with sarcasm, call better folks. The naysayers nagging and sticking their noses into businesses none of theirs. Yet at the same time you feel lost and without direction. A free bird in flight, soaring across glimmering seas, with no place to land. Inertia, both an enemy and a lover, lulls you so easily into breadcrumb trails full of wonderful distractions. Only to then strike down the facade of the snow globe dreamscape as it falls and shatters on the floor, leaving you to pick up the pieces and cut your hands on the shards.

Mountains of unfinished projects and tasks lay before you, and no beaten path or compass exists for you to rely on. Alarms and memos blaring, screaming your name and calling you a failure with every ring. Everything done last minute or not at all. Feeling helpless and dependent on others for assistance as the world comes crumbling down seemingly weekly. You point to people, circumstances, the planets and the stars, looking for a scapegoat as you flee from guilt and shame in this horrid cycle you feel unable to escape. To admit you could have had more forethought would be to allow the world to place the dunce hat on your head. To never again be taken seriously. You look away, you run, from the consequences of your own actions and inactions. Hiding under a blanket like a child, certain no monster can see you if you can't see them.

The fear of missing out lurking in your peripheral like a predator waiting for its chance to pounce the second you feel as though your peers are so far ahead of you as you run the race of life with your laces tied together like a cruel joke. What did you do so differently to not deserve guidance, where is your coach, your safety network? You're standing outside in the cold winter watching families in their warm dining rooms making merry, wondering if they'd spare you a slice of bread if you knocked on the door. But the discomfort of cold knuckles against cold hard wood or fingers on a frozen knocker keeps you walking, talking to the streetlights who'd never judge you. Your constant need to justify yourself, explain every word you said which seemingly always fails to land on the tarmac. Every project takes flight but crash lands, and the whole world seems to gather to investigate and scrutinise your pilot error. And you're angry, so frustrated you could cry and wish only to raise your voice, scream in the face of judgement and close their airways. Tell them it isn't fair, that they're all lucky and have no idea what it's like to live life on hardmode, to be ridiculed and reduced to the butt of a joke, forced to serve as the archetypal fool and assumed you'll never amount to anything. Yet you fear your own shadow, certain it could overpower you because it sees what nobody else sees and knows the truth of your neglect and envy and endless chase of the highs at the cost of your desires which need the care and attention you can't give them.

[therewillbenoromance]

ETHAN'S ECCENTRIC ELECTRONIC EMPORIUM: AN INTRODUCTION

hello!! you can call me ethan, mind and apollo. but honestly idc much. call me a slur [i've been called worse /ref]

i use he/it, and i am a trans man + aroacespec

mind fictionkin

i am a minor!

feel free to use any of my art as a pfp, just make sure to credit me [and don't steal or repost it!! that's a loser move!!] my time zone is EST/EDT, so be aware that if you expect a quick response for anything sent at like 4am, i can assure you that is not what you will get

here's my strawpage!!

anyways. onto the other things people put in these. possible eyestrain warning at the bottom for userboxes, i guess

INTERESTS

in order of what comes to mind [ha], my main interests that have me in a chokehold are chonny jash [duh], will wood, ut/dr, homestuck, rain world, the stanley parable, the glass scientists, and mlp

some other things i enjoy are lemon demon, cult of the lamb, miraculous [don't @ me i know it's shit /j], sonic the hedgehog, tmnt, jekyll and hyde, sanders sides, cattails, dsaf, dialtown, regretevator, and probably a lot more. essentially, if i reblog something related to it, you can assume i have at least some interest in it

MISC INFO

i'm diagnosed with adhd and am self-diagnosed with autism and apd [audio processing disorder], though there could be more neurodivergencies hidden somewhere in there

my favorite characters ever are mind [cccc] [obviously], dirk strider [homestuck], berdly [deltarune], gregoriah [regretevator], and donnie [rottmnt]

i will call anything and everything a reference to something [reference? like vampire reference in a minor? will wood???!!!]

my most used emoji's are 🗣, 💥, and 👍. i think this is important to mention

i tend to have a hard time remembering pronouns if you use multiple sets and/or neos, so if i use the wrong ones or use one set too often then don't hesitate to tell me!

i am a leo [august 19] and my mbti is intp-t. do with this what you will

i can take a bit to respond to messages or really anything direct and/or private, so if i end up taking a while to respond to anything, i don't hate you! i tend to forget to respond, be busy, or just end up too nervous to say something regardless of how good of friends we are

speaking of communication, i tend to elaborate on what i mean often, and use tone tags even when probably unnecessary and sometimes repetitively. /srs

please keep any nsfw or explicit topics out of conversation, because as stated in the first part, i am a minor and. it's just gross idk what to tell you

i swear a lot. i've been trying to not do it as often recently but. yeah

TAGS

#ethan's yapping again - General Talking™ tag

#ethan's romanceless art - art tag

#ethan's asks!! - ask tag #ethan's saved sillies :3 - save tag

#ethan's on the dumb pony game again :3 - abandoned ponytown tag that i haven't gotten rid of yet

#friendship truly is magic <3 - interactions with @irusanw4

#zilly friend :3 - interactions with @c0smicallyk1ssed

#rizzful friend - interactions with @adhdrizzy

now to the userboxes with no organization whatsoever [again, possible eyestrain warning]

[leafmint-does-a-meow]

Please feel free to ignore this, but I recently discovered both MazM and your Faultline AU, and I have so many questions!! Did you write Jekyll with such strong autistic coding on purpose? Does he fear that Utterson would cease to be his friend if he knew the truth of his boisterous ways? Do you think we’re ever going to see Jekyll snap, filled with rage and frustration that Utterson has never seen in him??

Whether you answer these or not, thank you for your story!! I love them dearly!!! Both you and they deserve to be tucked into bed and kissed gently on the forehead!!!

Thank you so much for this ask, I was delighted to see it!! I need to play the MAZM game, but I can very much answer questions about my own fic xD Jekyll being autistic,,, yeah it began as accidental and became purposeful, pft. I'm autistic myself (and on an ADHD diagnosis waiting list) and I put a lot of my own traits and feelings into Jekyll. I also feel like he gives off autistic vibes in the original novel - I could talk for hours about how many inferences one can make from his letter at the end. E.g: 'a certain impatient gaiety of disposition...I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public,' sounds like difficulties with masking to me! Plus, hyperfixation on chemistry and his goal of splitting himself apart, the amount of degrees he has, only three close friends...you get the point, haha.

I feel like Utterson wouldn't necessarily discard him as friend if he let the mask slip a little, he states that Jekyll was 'wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure' and he's also known for remaining friends with men who are losing their social standing in society, whereas others would have abandoned them. Obviously, homosexuality is another matter. It was a bit of an open secret in those times that everyone was up to something, but Jekyll knows his friend is a man of the law and as far as he knows, would be obligated to turn him in if he found out about Jekyll's sexuality. I mean, WE know that Utterson is willing to cover up Jekyll being involved in a murder, but... (fellas, is it gay-?)

As for Jekyll snapping...well...I'm only halfway through the fic, so never say never ;) Thank you again for this wonderful ask and for your equally lovely comments on my fic! Work has been exhausting and left me with little energy to write for a while, but I have not given up on Faultline and I'm also actively looking for a better job. I'm so happy that people are enjoying my writing enough to reach out to me, it fills me with so many feelings asdfghjkgsa <33333

P.S: please always feel free to send me asks about my fic or J+H in general, as you can see, I have so much to say about it xD

[scarletsaphire]

hello I am here to politely request more Gray Ghost

This is heavily based on the song In the Name Of Love by Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha. Highly recommended great gray ghost vibes.

“Are you sure that dating is a good idea?” Valerie inhaled sharply through her nose at Danny’s words, immediately pushing down the sting of rejection. She doesn’t hide it very well, as Danny takes one look before he continues, panicked. “I don’t mean it like that! I just. Don’t know if its a good idea?”

“If you don’t like me, you can just say that,” she mumbles. She moves to turn away, but Danny grabs her wrist before she can.

“It’s not that! I do like you, and I would like to date you. I’m just worried that uh.” Danny’s face is beat red, and he lowers his voice until he’s mumbling as well. “I just don’t want something bad to happen.”

Valerie feels the sting of rejection fade slightly. “Like what?” she asks, slipping her wrist out of Danny’s grasp to properly hold her hand.

He looks down at it, face turning even redder. “I don’t know. I…” he trails off, looking towards the ground where he kicks at a loose piece of pavement. “I think you’re wonderful, and I don’t want to lose you.”

The last remnants of rejection turn to joy at his confession, and Valerie smiles softly at him, pulling him down to sit on the curb. “That’s why I’m asking you out, Danny. I think you’re wonderful too, and I like you a lot.”

He looks up at her so quickly she’s afraid he might have hurt his neck. “You do?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yea, I do. I’m pretty sure that’s a prerequisite to asking someone out on a date, you know?”

“Oh, right,” Danny says. He chuckles nervously, scratching at the back of his neck in the way he always does when he’s embarrassed. It’s adorable.

Valerie bites her lip and thinks over her next words carefully. “I don’t want to lose you either, you know. But I think we could really be good together, and if we don’t take that chance, we’ll be losing whatever we could have been. I’m willing to risk it, if you are.”

Danny meets her eyes, and she’s lost in the bright, deep blue, just like the last dozen times she’s seen them. He doesn’t answer for a minute, thinking so hard she can practically see the gears turning in his head. Finally, his face relaxes, and she gives her hand, which is still clasped in his slightly sweaty one, a gentle squeeze. “I think that I’d like that.”

—

“Are you busy tonight?” Danny asks, and Valerie jumps, hitting her hand against the locker door. “I’m sorry!” Danny says, grabbing it quickly and looking it over. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Valerie laughs. “Yea, yea, you never do.” She moves to take her hand away and finish emptying her locker, but Danny stops her. “Danny, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Danny smirks at her. He maintains eye contact with her as he brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses her knuckles. “There. Now you’re fine.” He lets her hand go.

Valerie flicks him in the arm. “Sap. I’m free tonight, after my shift. Why?”

“It’s supposed to be super clear then, and we should be able to see Venus without a telescope or anything. I was wondering if you’d like to go stargazing with me?”

“I think I should be able to,” she says slowly, thinking over her plans for the night. She was working until 9, and had told her father to expect her home around 11, for patrol. But she’d patrolled yesterday, and she so rarely found anything more troublesome than an ectopus. Surely, Phantom could handle Amity by himself for a few hours?

Danny smiled, bouncing so fast with excitement he might as well have been floating. “Great! I can meet you at the Nasty Burger after your shift and we can walk to the park?”

Valerie slammed her locker shut and lifted her backpack over her shoulder. “Actually, why don’t I pick you up? On the corner of Main and Jekyll?”

“Sounds good to me!” Danny agreed instantly. Then he paused in his bouncing. “But why?”

“You’ll see,” Valerie said. She hurried off down the hall, ignoring Danny’s shouted questions as she left his line of sight.

—

Valerie had her whole shift to worry about what she was planning on doing. She’d been thinking about telling Danny about her being Red Huntress for months now; there just never seemed to be a good time to do it. As nervous as she was about it, she was still certain this was the right time, if only because she needed to know what he looked like surrounded by the stars he loved so much.

Every customer in her ear piece, every load of french fries into the fryer, every tap of a key on the computer system, made her more and more jittery, both from stress and excitement. The second that the clock hit 9 Valerie was clocked out and changing out of her uniform at record speeds. She had scarcely made it behind the dumpster in the back before she was in her Red Huntress suit, soaring away on her hoverboard to the meeting place.

Sure enough, Danny stood in the dark, staring intently down the road in the direction of the Nasty Burger. Valerie floated down as gently as she could manage, getting to be a good seven feet off the ground before Danny turned to look at her. His face slackened in shock, his mouth falling open as he saw her.

She lifted back her visor and smiled at him. “What are you waiting for, Danny? Do you want to see the stars or not?” She held out her hand to him, and he took it without a second thought, stepping up on her hoverboard. He stood in front of her, with her arms wrapped around his torso to keep him secure. “I hope you’re not afraid of heights!” She called. Whatever his answer was, it was lost to the wind as they took to the skies.

Before long, the two of them found themselves floating high above the trees in Amity Park Park, sitting with their legs dangling off the side of the hoverboard and an endless expanse of night sky unbroken above them. Valerie drew her eyes away from the stars, turning them to Danny, and was surprised to see him looking at her in turn.

“Danny?” she asked, concerned. “Is something wrong?” Danny didn’t break her gaze, didn’t answer her question, just stared at her, thinking. “I know its a lot, and I’m sorry I never told you. I didn’t mean to go behind your back with all of this,” she said, panic settling in her chest. She should have thought this over more; of course he wouldn’t just accept this without a thought, she’s been keeping huge, life changing secrets from him!

“What if,” Danny said slowly. “I said this wasn’t the first time I’d been this high up?”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“Not in a plane or anything,” Danny continued. “But flying. Like this. What if I said it wasn’t my first time?”

“Well,” Valerie said, picking apart his words. They seemed so random, but they had to be leading somewhere. “I guess I’d ask when you were? And how?”

Danny hummed, and broke eye contact, looking up at the stars. “And if you didn’t like the answer?”

“I don’t understand,” Valerie said.

“What if I had the answer to that question, but it was one you hated? The type of answer that changed everything, that made you question everything you think you know?” Danny still didn’t look at her, sitting so still it didn’t even look like he was breathing. “Would you still want to know it?”

Valerie took a deep breath, the cold air stinging her nose, her lungs. “If it has to do with you, then yes. I want to know everything about you.”

Danny met her gaze that time, but what she saw was not the beautiful blue that she could get lost in for hours. Danny’s eyes were a burning, glowing green, so vibrant that they illuminated her hoverboard. “It’s not the first time I’ve been up this high. It’s not even the first time I’ve been up here with you.”

Valerie couldn’t have kept her eyes open even if she tried, as a flash of bright light emanated from Danny. She rubbed the spots out of her eyes, and then rubbed them again as she tried to figure out what she was seeing. Danny’s familiar figure had been replaced with a different figure, one just as familiar, if for very different reasons. The ghosts green eyes, the same green she had seen Danny with only moments prior, had once again drifted to the stars.

“What?” she asked, not able to speak over a whisper.

“There was an accident,” he said, and now that the answer had been placed in her lap she couldn’t help but recognize just how similar their voices were. Just how similar their everything was. “In freshman year. I died, but I didn’t do it right. I’m half ghost, and half human.”

This time it was Valerie who was slack jawed. Danny let her gather her thoughts. “I tried to end you.” The words were forced out, every syllable choked as if it hurt to say. In many ways, it did.

“I know you did. I’ve known its been you the whole time,” Danny said, and Valerie was left reeling again from that knowledge.

“But, why?” she asked finally. “If you knew it was me, why did you go out with me? Fuck, why did you try and be my friend?”

“I meant what I said. I think you’re wonderful, and you were trying to help,” Danny said. “It’s why I was worried it wouldn’t end well. I didn’t know what you would think about all of this.”

“I think,” Valerie said. It took effort to keep her voice even, but she managed. “I think that we’re both horrible at being honest.” Danny’s laughter echoed in the night, the haunting echo of a ghost. Normally that echoed chilled her, but it was still Danny’s laugh underneath it all. Danny’s laugh, which had never failed to lift her spirits. Now was not an exception. “No more secrets?” Valerie lifted her hand, pinky finger extended.

Danny looked over, and his smile wasn’t the one of glee he had worn earlier that day, but it was soft, and hopeful, and fit beautifully on his face. “No more secrets.” He looped his pinky finger around hers, locking their promise in place. His hands were ice cold. Valerie didn’t let go.

—-

Valerie didn’t bother trying to find the spare key for Fentonworks under the mat. Before she’d even started up the stairs she had an ectoblaster in her hand. By the time she made it to the top of the stairs the door handle was melted off, and she barreled in the house without breaking her momentum.

She careened through the house at top speed, slamming into walls instead of bothering to change course manually. She’d wasted too many seconds already; she couldn’t afford to be late.

She jumped down the steps to the basement, taking as many as she could at once without badly injuring herself. Even still her knees ached at the impact, but she didn’t slow down. She didn’t slow down until the Dr.’s Fenton came into view, each in their customary color coded jumpsuits, with additional surgery masks on their faces. “Stop!” she shouted, though it came out as more of a sob. “Don’t hurt him!”

Jack and Maddie shared a confused look. “Valerie, what are you doing here?” Maddie asked. Valerie didn’t answer, dashing between the two scientists to stand between them and Phantom, who was strapped to the table. “Valerie Gray, you get away from it! It’s dangerous!”

“He,” Valerie snarled. “is your son!” She didn’t bother looking at their confused faces, her full attention on Danny. He wasn’t hurt too badly, at least not for his standards. He was even still conscious, if only barely, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Danny, can you hear me?”

“Val?” he slurred, trying to turn his head towards her and failing.

“It’s me, Danny.” She fumbled at the mechanisms restraining him. “I’m gonna get you out of here, but I need you to go back to human. Can you do that for me?”

Danny squeezed his eyes the rest of the way shut as he focused. The start of his transformation rings appeared at his waist, but they sputtered out before anything could happen. “Can’t.”

Jack’s hand closed around Valerie’s wrist, firm yet gentle. “Valerie, you can’t be down here, its dangerous. I don’t know what you think it is, but its a ghost. They’re dangerous.”

“I know how dangerous ghosts can be,” she said, wrenching her arm free from Jack’s grip. “I’ve been fighting them with you for years.” She let her suit emerge, everything but the visor. “You know me, you know I’m a good ghost hunter. You’ve trusted me to help defend you in fights. So trust me now.” She pointed at Danny behind her. “That is your son, and you are hurting him. You need to let him go.”

Maddie and Jack stared at her, Jack’s shock clear on his face while Maddie had her eyes narrowed, assessing the situation. Finally, Maddie nodded her head, and moved towards the bed.

“If you’re wrong about this, we’ll be letting a dangerous creature back out into the world,” Maddie said as she worked to deactivate the restraints, Valerie hovering behind her. “But if you’re right, then we will never be able to live with ourselves.”

The restraints popped open, setting Danny free. This time, the rings didn’t petter out.

[tedspankoffskisbignaturals]

you want to send me asks about my ocs

please

very basic info under cut

harley sasqua, tall and shy kid, 13 he/they

wirt linacie, asshole emo kid with a pet snake, 14 they/them

lunar lymantria, mothman ass bitch (antanee, but... no wings. he used to have them, though (: ), trans guy with anger issues, 19 he/him

nessie loch, literally a sweetheart i love her. hiding something.. also trans and bffs with lunar, 18 she/her

tammy linacie, wirts older brother, stoner, only has one eye (other one got clawed out by... something), 21 he/him (SO MUCH TRAUMA WITH THIS BAD BOY HERE)

damien polter, sweetheart pt 2, also has a shady past but he doesnt remember anything from before he died. maybe its better that way. 22 he/him

hector jekyll and edgar hyde, what it says on the tin cmon. okay okay. hector is a snotty little shit and edgar is like literally an arsonist. neither of them have friends. 12 he/him

carmilla leeds, has a pet chicken and is a bit of like. i hate the word tomboy but yeah. very outdoorsy kid, 9 she/her

edie t (edith terrell), just a scared little girl :( she wants her mom:( 8 she/her

mary red (not her real name, but she doesnt remember that), edie's bff, small unsettling autistic ghost girl with a special interest in dolls, 7 she/her

jesse o'moore, fucking cunt. headless. extremely protective over mary to a very violent degree. 13 he/she

tato ash, a gossipy bitch i love them. can imitate peoples voices, dating lily. 16 she/they

lily markendaya, also very sweet i love her, bit of a sad backstory but she is just chilling kinda atm, 16 she/her

and extra-

miss gray, camp nurse, kind old ghost woman

the head- horrible horrible person running the camp

the horse girls (of the apocalypse), they manage the stables :) not that the uncanny valley has had any horses in the last century

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all of them have some kind of anomaly that may or may not be super obvious, so feel free to ask about that, about their past, about how theyre written or how they were originally created, etc. ty:)

[dyad-tmesis]

going feral over your fusion au its so unique! do you have any little funfacts/random info bits about the au? id love to hear them!!

Oh why thank you! I love when people froth at the mouth over my stuff 💕 y’all are too sweet

Ohohohoh boy alright here’s some little bits of ideas I had for the fused au

So as said before Jekyll and Hyde are still separate people, they have aspects that resemble a system with perma co-fronting to it (I’m not a system myself but I always try to double check with my partner who is part of one to make sure I’m not doing anything dumb with this. If there’s anything at all that seems inaccurate or anything like that feel free to let me know. I just included it because I feel it’s the best way to explain how they function in this state)

Again as mentioned before they have their own separate voices and are fully capable of taking turns speaking with said voices, however if they become stressed or can’t decide the right words to say right away they’ll just start talking over eachother as seen in the comic with Jasper. When they get tired or unfocused they have a habit of mumbling to themselves.

They upgraded pronouns lol, he/him and they/them

Early on when they were still freshly fused Hj7 would leak every now and again from their face, hence the stains you see on their shirt in the comic (“mom I frew up :(“)

Taking the Hj7 does pretty much nothing now apart from a small boost in their stamina, boost in strength, and some leaking from the face, splitting the human soul involved tapping into the bodies hidden strengths after all

Both Jekyll and Hyde have equal control over their body, so sometimes there are moments where Hyde will use one hand to reach for something shiny to steal observe and Jekyll uses the other hand to swat it away

Their current height is somewhere between the two of them, so their clothes are either just a smidge too big or a smidge too small. Hyde likes to look like a Christmas themed disaster while Jekyll tries to give their now mixed wardrobe some cohesion (with Rachel’s help)

Since they’re both technically in a new body and both are experiencing things at once they can sometimes get sensory overload

Once things calm down it’s more or less a “this is our get along shirt” sort of deal and are forced to confront how unfairly they’ve both been treating eachother, this was all caused by Jekyll trying to permanently get rid of Hyde after all.

While Hyde is still technically a part of Jekyll they’ve spent a whole two years growing in different directions as people, they have the same roots but their branches are entirely different and can’t assimilate back together seamlessly (which is something that I always disagreed with when looking at other fused aus, they’re still all cool and valid tho)

They develop a habit of biting their lip in order to prevent themselves from unintentionally speaking with both voices, they can now also have proper internal dialogue together but sometimes that’s hard to keep quiet.

I already like the ASD hcs (may or may not be projecting) people give the two of them so…they like to stim

I think that wraps it up for now! If you have any specific questions about some of this stuff ask away

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I love the darker take on The Last Animus

I like to imagine the Animus’s to come back the same age they died as, and with their memories just more power, cause I like the idea of the Animus’s seemingly having grown cold to the dragons yet they still try to repair the world

also the cults are insane, do they literally see them as gods?-

To the cult question: Yes, they kinda do see them as gods of some sort, or moons-blessed or something like that😅

The Animus dragons get their memories back once they've reached the age they died at in their past life, but their powers are discovered on their their time (they have them at birth, they just have to accidentally use them for the first time to know about them/realized they have magic)

And if this had a 🥚Tiny Talons🐉 AU, I'd call it the 🥚Tiny Animus🔮 AU.

Reader hides their true self/form by making a charm/necklace/accessory that makes it so they have a "mask" (a form) for a dragon from each tribe. So, they'd be able to disguise themself as a MudWing, a SandWing, a SkyWing, a SeaWing, a RainWing, an IceWing, a NightWing, a HiveWing, a SilkWing, and a LeafWing, complete with a special name an color and appearance for each one. This idea is based on the character Chameleon from Wings of Fire. Watch Jekyll and Hyde Chameleon PMV on YouTube, to get an idea with fun music, as to how it works and appears.

But, yeah. Reader could choose one form to have more if their confidence and be stronger, have another form be smaller and meeker, have one form be tall and lithe, choose one one be short and stout, they could even choose to have any gender or appearance they want as long as it made sense to the new tribe they were appearing as!

Should I hold a small poll to decide what each form Reader can take on is named and what color they are? I think it sounds fun!

(Do you have any questions, @crowwithguns? Feel free to ask them! Especially if it is about any of the 🥚Tiny Talons🐉 AUs! I love them so much😭🥰💖💛🧡)

[emin-folly]

Hey, @fezwearingjellybananas! Tumblr's acting up and apparently hid/ate your ask for the Character Ask game?? I'm so sorry, and also for replying late OTL I hope you don't mind me answering in a post! 5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? Ohhh, hm. The Jekyll and Hyde song is kinda one, buuut that's technically Eobarry. As for just Eobard himself, one of the first songs that remind me of him are "Can't Be Erased" (Yes, I know it's a Batim song, shhhh xD) I know there's more, but tbh, I'm kinda?? A bit uncultured in my music taste lol, I'm sorry 12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? Because you waited for this, I'mma give you three headcanons! Bc I can~ * Because of the Thawne's connection to the mystical blue flame that grants immortality, I like the idea of Eo's ancestors actually being related to the homo magi people somehow (the race of magical people Zatanna belongs to). But over the 400-500 years or so, the homo magi blood in the Thawne bloodline has been greatly diluted, so that when Eo is born, he would probably just have like, 0.001% or something (I'm not an expert in this tho, so if I'm wrong, please feel free to correct me! lol). Not enough for him to use magic or anything like that, but as a little reminder of what was * Eobard does not need to eat or sleep or do anything that humans require to live. He's transcended beyond those needs, but he can still he eat/sleep etc, if he chooses to, like Superman. Though, he doesn't like sleeping anymore, mostly due to forcibly being put into comas and well, his dreams can often be cruel.... * Borrowing this hc from my friends in Discord, he is a excellent yet strict teacher who is surprisingly beloved by the majority of his students. He's charismatic yet very weird and very passionate about a guy whose been dead for hundreds of years, and students are really drawn to his odd charm~

[dross-the-fish]

so i don't think hyde would have good relationships i think he's too much jekylls evil half and it makes more sense if jakyll likes larry and selma but hyde tries to ruin their reationships because he hates jekyll for being the good one. hyde takes away everything from jekyll so jekyll can't get better

this ask is a little confusing to me. As far as I write them, Hyde is Jekyll.

In my AU I don't treat them like totally separate people, Hyde is everything Jekyll holds back. He's the product of all of Jekyll's repressed pain and anger manifested into a being. Jekyll can't resist being Hyde because being Hyde feels good, being Hyde feels freeing. Hyde resents Jekyll because Jekyll's whole personality is a facade, everything from the polite bedside manner he uses as a doctor to the quiet, chaste, reserved, Victorian gentleman is a well crafted mask that he wears because he's afraid of how others will treat him if he lets himself live as his authentic self, even for a day, even for a minute.

While there is some split between them and Jekyll/Hyde does have conversations with himself, the two aren't so segregated that the Hyde persona is a completely different person who wants to hurt Jekyll because he's "the bad half", he wants Jekyll to accept that he has vices and rage and be honest with himself. Hyde is, ultimately, the purest version of Jekyll because he's unfiltered by Jekyll's reservations. Jekyll isn't good and Hyde isn't evil. That's just not how they work

If he ruins his relationships it's because he's cruel and abusive, not because he's trying to make himself more miserable. He lashes out because it feels good in the moment, not because he wants to punish Jekyll for being "The good twin" or something like that.

Jekyll/Hyde is an asshole who's selfish and greedy, he may even hate himself deep down because he knows he'll never be as good as the people around him but he doesn't get up in the morning and think "Oh yes, I'm going to be an arsehole to Larry today because it will upset the old Jekyll persona!"

He is NOT Jekyll's enemy. If Jekyll likes someone there's no reason he'd like them less as Hyde, even if he's more likely to hurt them. It might only be head canon but I believe even as Hyde he cared about Utterson and Lanyon and losing them was a blow he hasn't recovered from. He doesn't just lose the capacity to care about others because he's Hyde.

[nixotinix]

Miscellaneous Jackson/Holt headcanons because I have them brainrot and I know these boys better than the MH execs actually. Below the cut :3

-My biggest and fave headcanon!! Jackson is actually Hyde's kid, and Holt is Jekyll's. Let me explain. In the original book (which I've read dozens of times, i have a problem), Jekyll is sociable, gets along well with most others, and is a popular figure in society. Hyde, meanwhile, is more of a recluse, sometimes disappearing for months at a time, and tends to shy away from the limelight. Hm. Now who between Jackson and Holt seems like the more social one? Now Nix, I hear you cry, what about Jackson's mad scientist element? That's a Jekyll thing. Yes, BUT. Social awareness tends to be more of an ingrained thing, something someone is either good at or not that good at. Science, on the other hand, is a skill, an interest. Something that can be changed or decided. Since most people assumed Jackson was Jekyll's kid, hell, they share a last name, I like to think Jackson was like yea, ok. Guess I should be good at science and he ended up really liking it. This is mostly just my 4 year Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation talking, but feel free to talk w me about this!!

-Again pulling from the original J&H, Jackson and Holt can replicate each others' handwriting perfectly. Holt can, has, and will use this for mischief.

-Once again pulling from J&H, Jackson is taller than Holt, and Jackson is almost freakishly tall. Jackson is around 6'3" and Holt around 5'4". Holt usually wears platform shoes to make the height difference less noticable, but the difference is still definitely there. This also ties into my sweet sweet Jackson/Holt x Frankie heart, with Jackson being significantly taller than Frankie and Holt being a bit shorter (with Frankie at about 5'7").

-In addition to Crossfade, Jackson has three pet rats that he keeps in his coat pockets. Their names are Plato, Thales, and Socrates.

-Holt can play eight instruments: the guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, trumpet, alto saxophone, violin, and the lyre.

-Thanks to his fire elemental heritage, Jackson can create a small fire at his fingertips. However it takes a decent bit of concentration and it only lasts as long as he can hold his breath. In addition, he can withstand higher temperatures than most humans and, when exhibiting a strong emotion, his body temperature rises to the point that small heat waves can be seen rising from his shoulders.

-If Deuce gets to be besties with Jackson, he gets to be besties with Holt too. They hang out after Holt's shows and at Deuce's job.

-Jackson asked Deuce to stone him once "for science". Deuce refused adamently. Jackson is still trying to get him to agree.

-Due to my own personal backstory for the boys, they live with their dad in the monster world.

-They still hang out with Heath sometimes. Holt more often than Jackson.

-Jackson does all of their schoolwork save for music theory.

-Jackson likes sitting on elevated surfaces. Holt, to one-up Jackson, often sits on even more elevated surfaces. It's not uncommon for him to climb up onto the roof of a car or the top of a dresser.

-He also just likes climbing things.

-Both Jackson and Holt know sign language. Jackson because he's just kind of a nerd, and Holt because he can't really hear when he's out because of the fact he needs loud music to stay out in the first place.

-Jackson would never admit it, but he logs onto Holt's Spotify every now and then to listen to his playlist. They share similar music tastes. And maybe sometimes Jackson adds random songs just to be a little shit, but that's partially why he'd never admit it.

-Okay so maybe I have a 3 and a half hour playlist of songs I think Holt would like. You can't prove anything.

-Holt has only ever turned down an invitation to DJ once. It was for one of Cleo's parties that was shortly after that one Halloween. He still holds a grudge against her, but is willing to hang out with her for the sake of his friends.

-I have a song I associate with each of them the most. Jackson's is Mister Glassman by Scotty Sire and Holt's is Instant Crush by Daft Punk.

-In addition to music being a trigger for switching, another trigger is over/understimulation. If Jackson gets overstimulated, boom, Holt. If Holt gets understimulated, boom, Jackson. It's not as prevalent or common as music though.

-Jax makes dolls of his friends with locks of their actual hair and flakes of skin. His friends find it disgusting. He finds it endearing.

-he's been trying to off Heath with his doll for 4 years.

-Jax is kind of a homicidal maniac,,,,,,,

-While Holt is chill like,, 98% of the time, if he wants to be scary, he is downright TERRIFYING. Picture like,, bright blue flames, unblinking eyes, and a crooked-toothed grin. Enough to make almost anyone piss themselves.

-Holt is really only loud in big social settings. If he's ever one-on-one with someone or all alone, he's almost completely non-verbal. Whether it be social battery or the tism is unknown.

-Jackson, on the other hand, is quiet in big social settings, but will talk someone to death if they're alone with him. Rambling on and on about different chemicals and metals and their interactions with each other.

-That's all! Feel free to add your own hcs in reblogs or notes, I'll probably add on every now and then.

[ptdoomsdayau]

SNIP (it's him!). Snip is Snick's counterpart in the Doomsday AU, and actually has two different names. And maybe bipolar. It's kind of a Dr Jekyll, Mr Hyde/Flippy situation, where he has two main personalities. One is cooperative, kind and relaxed, while the other is egotistical, attention-seeking and malicious. You can tell which one he is currently by either his sudden change in attitude, or his eye bulging out of his wielding mask.

Something I should also say is that (lore-wise) Snip runs the Doomsday blog. So if anything is said in-universe in the blog, it's him. Have fun with that, I guess :-).

Also, since I'm running out of ideas for posts way too fast (and because I need to combat my social anxiety), Asks are now open! Feel free to ask questions or anything else either to me or one of the characters in our currently expanding roster.