#I did this on caffeine zoomies

[xamiipholia]

some ocean horror for your dashboard

haven’t drawn in a hot minute but I like this (mostly freehanded) little guy

[tempvstas]

Hey, I wish to request the (platonic) dorms leader with GN!reader who as random burst of energy? I have adhd and when I'm on sugar or caffeine I have like a 15 minutes where I raise hell, sing horrible songs, say jokes that could probably make me go to prison, I would just run around, just doing chaotic things until 15min later I would sleep like a dead. I always bring my younger siblings with me on "adventure" wich is just me playing in mud even tho they didn't ask for anything but peace. Thanks a lot!

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Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Authors Notes: omg you're like me frfr, the ADHD zoomies are so real HAHAHAHAHHA

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Riddle Rosehearts

Your energy is a lot for him to handle and he can feel a headache coming on

You remind him a lot of Ace with your random bouts of energy and such

Keeps all sweets out of reach of you, he doesn't want to cause you to go on another sugar rush only to crash soon after

He's your impulse control lol

Leona Kingscholar

You're like a feral cat lol, he'll pick you up by the back of your shirt and hold you like that until you chill out.

You remind him of Cheka, annoyingly endearing.

If you rouse him from his nap, he'll glare at you from a distance away, his ears twitching from all the noise.

Please do not the cat :]

Azul Ashengrotto

As if one Floyd wasn't enough now he has two to deal with.

Please spare him, there's only so much he can handle at a given time LMAO

His hair is already gray but you're just giving him more lmao

nono please do not touch his stack of very important papers. yes arson is fun. what are you doing NONO DONT PULL OUT A MATCH-

Kalim Al-Asim

omg ADHD buddies, rip Jamil you will be missed

You two are perfect for each other, he'll sing along with you, laugh at your dumb jokes, literally the perfect duo friendship :]]

you are not allowed to sit next to each other, the professors make sure you two are as far away from each other as possible lmaooo

when the two of you zonk out after your adhd zoomies Jamil can find you passed out with your head resting against his shoulder and his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

Vil Schoeheit

will not tolerate your zoomies, this man will try to straighten you out like he did with Epel(does it work tho? we'll never know)

would pick you up by the back of your shirt like Leona, but instead he has Rook hold you under your armpits where you dangle like a cat

he can feel a headache coming along LMAO

has Rook herd you around whenever you come by pomefiore to commit crimes

Idia Shroud

ew a normie...OH NO YOURE EXTROVERTED

has Ortho handle you because he cannot handle your energy. he's secretly happy to see you and Ortho getting along tho

he likes you better after you've crashed and passed out /j

relates to you on things like hyperfixating on things that are interesting to you and if you have any shared interests he will gladly talk to you about it for hours.

Malleus Draconia

he thinks you're amusing, you remind him a lot of Lilia and is happy to see the two of you getting along with your antics.

he doesn't understand what you mean by "YOUR MOTHER" whenever you bicker with Sebek, but he watches in amusement as Sebek gets all riled up.

he sees himself in you when you get excited about what you like, it's the same way he gets when he talks about gargoyles

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Im sorry does helle get the zoomies.

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Beck couldn't ignore how jittery Helle was. They were constantly bouncing their leg, tapping their foot, pacing around way too quickly for him to keep up, talking a million miles per hour. They couldn't sit still for a single moment.

"Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously, and Helle waved him off.

"Yes! Yes, of course, why would I not be?" They picked up the Rubik's Cube again, spinning around chunks of it faster than Beck had seen anyone do, including people in those world record videos. They never stopped their circles around the living room, not until they once again finished one side of it and put it on the dresser. "What have you been drinking?" they suddenly asked.

"Um..." Beck thought for a moment. It couldn't be that Helle was actually affected by his choices, could it? "A bunch of coffee," he admitted.

"Ah, coffee, yes..." They disappeared into the kitchen so fast that to Beck, it almost seemed like they'd vanished entirely. "Not my favourite one," they called, and he quickly pushed himself up from the sofa to check on what the overgrown cat of a vampire was doing. He hated when they got into the drawers and the cabinets, it was a nightmare to put everything back in order afterwards.

"Well, I... I didn't buy my coffee thinking I would be... sharing," he said nervously as he watched Helle read something on the back of the pack. "I like it."

"I shall show you later what I prefer. I am certain you would not even notice a difference, but to me, it would be much better."

"I wouldn't notice it? If you can pick up on it just from the, the traces of caffeine in my blood, then–"

"Irrelevant," they cut in, dropping the bag of coffee beans on the counter and whooshing past Beck in the other direction this time. "If we are to share sustenance, you must be a little more accomodating."

"What–" By the time he turned around, Helle was standing right behind him, showing him the website of a semi-expensive coffee brand on their phone.

"You must acquire this, if you are to keep up this new habit of consuming way too much of it."

"That's out of my budget–"

Helle rolled their eyes. "I suppose I could give you a weekly allowance for it."

"B-but, but not even just that, maybe I don't even like it at all–"

"That is not my problem. You can choose to quit entirely."

And then they were gone. Beck heard a crash coming from the bedroom, and he rushed inside — but nothing seemed amiss. "What was that sound?"

"Nothing," Helle said way too quickly. "What sound?"

"Okay, don't give me that. Did you drop somethi–"

Blink. Gone. Helle disappeared again, and Beck realised with horror that if they kept this up the entire night, there was no way he was going to be able to keep up at all.

Maybe he should quit coffee.

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Could you do True Love and XOXO with ler!Rika and lee!reader if possible? I'm so gay for her God I love women

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God me too- I love woman so much kjarjejkarjkejrk This was so fun to write AHH! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

XOXO- "Hey, do you like raspberries?" + True Love: "I could do this all day"

“Rika!” You yelled out as you raced to your shared bedroom, finding said woman lounging. “I’m home!”

“So you are- whoa!” She barely had time to put her phone down before you catapulted into bed, bouncing her slightly. “Excited to see me, are ya?”

You nodded, burrowing under the blankets and snuggling close to your girlfriend, practically vibrating with glee. “I’m always excited to see you! You’re the love of my life, my sun and moon, the air I breathe-”

“(Y/N)..” She gently pulled the blanket back, watching you amused. “Did you have caffeine today?”

“....Maybe?” You offered, grinning when she laughed. “Can’t I be happy to see my girl?”

“Of course you can, you’re just really really hyped up right now. You’re like a Skitty with the zoomies!” Rika snorted as you buried yourself in the blankets once more. “I think I might have a way to help you release some of it…” “Oh?” You blinked as she sat up, eyes dancing. “Rika?”

“(Y/N), tell me something.” She grinned. “Do you like raspberries?”

That’s all she said before chaos erupted.

“Wait, wait wait don’t you dare- AHehahahhahahah!” You shrieked as she shoved up your shirt, taking a deep breath before blowing a massive raspberry into your skin. “Rihihiihihihikahahahhahaha!”

“Whaat~ I’m just helping you out!” She laughed against your skin, taking another breath and blowing once more. “God, I can do this all day, you’re so cute!”

“Ahehahahhahaha!” You didn’t have the words to respond, so you opted for squealing with mirth, loosely grabbing at her hair in your attempt to push her head away from your stomach. “Rihihihihika pleahhahhaase, I’m cahahhalm nohoohohoohw!”

“Are you sure?” She sat up to look at you, grinning at your giggly expression. “Alright, alright…well, maybe just one more-”

“RIHIHIIHKA!” You cackled when she blew one final raspberry, growing sleepy as she sat up and pulled you in her arms. “Ehehehe..ehheehhee..Iihi’m hahahpy to be home.”

“Hehe, yeah. Welcome home, babe.”

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | Size regression

Wc: 2.2k+

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Run to You

By no means was Jeonghan out of shape or weak. He was known to be able to pull great athletic feats and have seemingly endless energy out of nowhere when the time arose. But most times, his stamina was short and he’d more than often rather be asleep, surviving on too much caffeine from a stream of never ending iced americano and his responsibility to you; his hyper little angel. And, God, did you like to keep him on his toes.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely alone in looking after you, making sure you got out all your zoomies before bedtime. Every so often, he’d call up his dongsaengs and set up a playdate with a little who was sure to tire you out.

“Thanks, Jihoon-ah. Really… I love my little gremlin but I don't know how you handle yours.”, Jeonghan chuckled into his cell, pulling his lip between his teeth as he leaned back to peek around the corner, making sure you were still where he left you. The only time you seemed to sit still was when you were sitting in front of the television with your favorite snack.

Ending the call with a small smile, he finished getting his bag together, making sure his baby would have anything you could possibly need and some you didn’t for your afternoon at the park. When you were finished eating, he began the long process of chasing you around, yelling after your giggles that were surely insanity, and making sure you were ready in your play clothes. And he still had to figure out how to get ready himself. All the while, running in circles, he reminded himself that the pay off would be well worth it.

“Okay, angel. Up.”, Jeonghan shook his hair out of his eyes, tossing his bag over his shoulder with a huff and held his arms out. He enjoyed this part, trying not to grin at the way your face always lit up.

“Uppies!!”, you giggled, running toward his arms so he could lift you and prop you on his hip with a drawn-out groan as he straightened his back. Thank god it was only you around, he’d have to admit he was getting old.

“We are gonna go get Appa a coffee before we stop at the park. Think you can manage?”, he chuckled, carrying you out the door.

“Uh-huh! Can I hab a strawberry milk again?”, you asked, twirling and curling his soft, black hair around your fingers as he walked you down the hall.

None of his friends could ever understand why Jeonghan constantly ignored their advice. Especially when he so frequently, and annoyingly, one might add, complained about being tired and having a broken back. You were perfectly capable of feeding yourself, walking on your own, drinking from a cup, yet still, Jeonghan wouldn't hear of letting you do a single thing on your own. Sometimes he wondered if he needed you more than you needed him. Couldn’t he just find that in taking care of any of his dongsaengs? No. In fact, he’d rather die. (A joke of course). It was just you. The bond he had with you, the desire to be needed by you, to care for you, couldn’t be replicated in any way. He enjoyed helping you escape, wholeheartedly. You so greatly deserved it.

“You want more sugar? Didn’t Appa let you have cereal for breakfast because you didn’t want eggs?”, he asked, though there was no way he’d say ‘no’ to you. Not in the end anyways.

“I want cereal because Uncle Shuji says Appa cooking is stinky!!” You corrected him quite blatantly with a giggle. Cooking was not one of his many talents, he had to accept that. Still hurt, though.

Sighing with a shake of his head, he put you down in the elevator. After pressing the button for the ground floor, he made sure his wallet was in his pocket, you only wanted to lose that once and Mingyu had lost his enough times for all thirteen of them. Then Jeonghan held his arms out for you again once the elevator door dinged and opened. Not a single smile nor pout for him? So much for ‘your face always lit up’ when he called for you. Maybe he really did need you more than you needed him.

“Can we run to the shop, Appa?”, you asked innocently. Ah, there it was. Your head was always more in space than he could ever imagine it to be. Malicious was not a word in your vocabulary, even when it came to criticisms on his cooking. Your intentions were simple and pure.

Still, frowning at your rejection, Jeonghan looked out the elevator doors, trying to imagine the path to the shop. It was only a couple minutes down the road but he’d likely be chasing after you most of the day anyways.

“How about you save all your energy for Soonyoung-ah, yeah? You little boogers can run your hearts out when we get to the park.”, He prayed for mercy and thankfully, you complied.

With their busy schedules you only got to meet with Soonyoung, sometimes Mingyu, maybe once or twice a month at most. And exactly as he hoped, each time you’d fall asleep not long after he picked you up to carry you home for the evening. You’d be much more docile and cuddly the next couple of days once you’d tired yourself out. The little demon they called Hoshi always managed to be the best outlet for letting out all of your energy.

Jeonghan watched and chatted with you fondly as you pointed out little things during your walk to the park, picking up a rock you deemed was special or spotting a puppy on the streets around you. After stopping for a coffee and that strawberry milk, the two of you made it to your destination fairly quickly. Thankfully, Jihoon always agreed to meet closer to home so Jeonghan wouldn’t have to worry about traveling with you. Though maybe not so lucky for him when dealing with Hoshi.

“Appa~” you complained, sitting on the park bench hand-in-hand in front of the playground “when will Hoonie Soonie get heree??”

“‘Hoonie Soonie’, huh?” Jeonghan logged that one with a snicker before squinting at a Jihoon shaped man in baggy clothes, not that he was dressed much differently, “Oh, there-“

“HORANGHAEEE!!” You squealed, your hand tearing from Jeonghan’s as you ran excitedly across the playground to crash into Hoshi who bounced around with you, more than happy to match, even double your energy. Jeonghan was surprised he was able to dress the kid in two separate articles of clothing. Though it was just a T-shirt and overalls, most of the time it was a battle to get him out of his tiger onesie at all.

The two of you immediately took off in a game of tag while Jihoon found his spot next to Jeonghan, sighing as he leaned back as they watched their little ones, finally able to relax a little now that his little tiger was occupied. But maybe he jinxed himself. An hour full of giggles and squeals later, both you and Hoshi ran up to the bench giggling and covering your mouths.

“Appa…look what I found!” you moved your little hand from behind your back, opening your fist to show a particularly interesting shaped woodchip. After staring at it for a moment, not quite sure how he was meant to react, glancing at Jihoon who had no answer for him, he had no choice but to wing it.

“Wah… can Appa take a closer look? Where’d you find this, Angel? While you were playing by the slide?” Jeonghan smiled a bit too wide, convincing you that you were laying him right into the palm of your hand.

“We found it and this boy tried to-” Hoshi’s mouth was quickly covered by your free hand. Nothing suspicious at all. Jeonghan cracked a genuine smile, his little miss bossy pants.

“Isn’t it cool?? You can have it if you and Hoonie come play with us! But you have to chase us and then we get to chase you!!” You revealed your grand plan. Now how could they say no.

Victoriously, you pulled and tugged on Jeonghan’s sleeve, giggling as you urged him to get up quickly. Hoshi already had Jihoon up who was bickering and cursing under his breath, as expected. The only thing that finally freed them from endlessly circling the playground that seemed a bit too small for two grown men was Jihoon’s suggestion to get food. He knew his little rascal would be hungry sooner or later.

“I want bread! Bread! Bread!” Hoshi chanted, bouncing along as the four of you walked back to the bench to fetch your bags.

“What did we talk about? Real food. You can't just eat bread.” Jihoon threw his bag over his shoulder and held out his hand for the pouting tiger.

“Appa, I want bread too.” you whispered into his ear once Jeonghan picked you up and propped you on his hip again.

“Bread it is!” Jeonghan sometimes gave in a little too easily, but once you had your mind set, it was the path of least resistance. Of course insisting you ate something more nutritious before you could have your bread wasn’t totally giving in.

After dining in at a small restaurant nearby and making sure their two little ones had full tummies, Jeonghan and Jihoon were dragged back to the playground where they’d take part in all of your silly games. This time you and Hoshi were wild animals, a tiger and a bunny, the explorers had to catch in order to stop the end of the world. ‘How or why was the world ending’, you ask? They had no idea.

“That one looks like a fishy!” you pointed at the clouds passing overhead as you lay in Jeonghan’s lap.

The four of you had finally taken a rest on the green, more shaded area outside the playground after Jeonghan almost got on his knees to beg you. Cloud watching could be a pretty fun activity too. Especially on a random afternoon with your Appa and a full tummy at the park.

“That one looks like a tiger!!” Hoshi called out once he finished rolling across the grass back to your little group after attempting to do somersaults a safe distance from Jihoon’s head..

“Yah.. you can't call every cloud you see a tiger.” Jihoon lifted his head from the ground to see the cutest little hamster-like pout.

“Can too.” Hoshi grumbled, flopping on top of his Appa with a thud that had both you and Jeonghan cringing as Jihoon groaned.

“Yea that's enough. You obviously have more energy. I'm gonna go chase him around a bit more before it gets late. Comin’?” Jihoon asked Jeonghan while he sat Hoshi up and straightened out his clothes.

“I think we’re still cloud watching, aren't we Angel?” he smiled, brushing your hair out of your face as if he wasn’t begging for mercy telepathically and hoping you could hear him.

“Still watchin’! That one looks like Uncle Cheolie!!” you giggled.

Following your finger Jeonghan laughed to himself when he spotted the oddly shaped cloud, not quite sure how you’d come to that conclusion. Snapping a picture, he’d be sure to tease him about it later.

The breeze was hitting just right, a gentle wind sweeping through his hair as he watched you watching the sky, Hoshi’s laughter and Jihoon’s squabbling, even the hustle and bustle of the city outside was distant and somehow pleasant. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, orange pinks, blues, purple and orange blooming through the fluffs of clouds above. Jeonghan’s eyes closed as he took a long, deep breath, opening them again before he dozed off. Much like the sweet, sleepy thing resting now in his lap.

“Asleep already?” Jihoon laughed, picking up his bag from the ground and adjusting Hoshi who he had on his back.

“Too tired to walk?”

“You’re right. But it works every time.” they grinned.

“Same time next week?” Jeonghan pulled you into his arms and stood up with his things, your head finding its home on his shoulder.

A hopeful sentiment really. It was more likely they wouldn't have another playdate for weeks to come. But they’d enjoy the payoff of this one while they had the chance. Jeonghan, tired and achy limbs and all, would still take the long way home as the light left the sky so he could hold his hyper little angel, asleep in his arms, just a little longer.

🧸Endnote: HAPPY HANNIE DAY!! And happy late bday to me! [1001] Three-year-old size regression validation written for those littles who have deep childhood trauma and need help getting back safely. Also bc if Jeonghan actually tried to pick me up his twig paper mache bones would literally… 😭 wah anyways. I know i'll be very busy for the month of ocotober, i would like to be able to work on and post maybe a short halloween headcanon or drabble with Admin II so keep your eye out for that <3 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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Kitty Dew Tidbits

Some important little things @sphylor, @divine-misfortune, and I have said that probably won't make its way into a post on its own.

This got long so there's a second post with puppy Mountain here

So Sphy did end up talking about the hats thing but I had already compiled this list so instead have some pictures of kitty Dew's hats

Also mentioned in that post is the shark onesie, which kitty Dew LOVES. It was originally Rain's so it's a bit big on him, but that makes it even more perfect because it smells like Rain and the sleeves are long enough to flap around

This one is a direct copy and paste because no summary will capture it correctly

Rain does that thing where he'll stick his tongue out a little when he's focused and Dew always mirrors it "oh its time for bleps now? ok!!" Rain: :p Dew: :p

Dew is captivated by videos of birds at bird feeders and sits as close to the TV as possible to bap at the birds

(one time they had to replace the TV because he tried to pounce on a bird and broke it)

(The first time he saw a bird outside the window he nearly got a concussion by pouncing at it head on)

Rain and Dew also sometimes watch ocean documentaries in bed on Rain's laptop, and Rain has to keep his arms around Dew to keep him from trying to attack the fish. Maybe also to hold a cuddly kitty, but mostly to keep him from pouncing... definitely

Speaking of sleepy kitty Dew, he has a very specific bedtime and if he and Rain aren't cuddled up in bed by that time he will meow incessantly at Rain, even herding him to their room if he's tired enough or Rain takes too long

He also never sleeps normally. There's a shared photo album with all the ghouls specifically for pictures of Dew in the oddest, most uncomfortable looking positions ever. Conversations in which Rain says "idk, I've gotten used to it" or Dew says "ooohh. So that's why my back hurts so much" are very common

He likes to sit in freshly made laundry, just napping the day away. It's warm and smells like his pack, so why wouldn't he nap there?

Every once in a while, really just often enough for it to not lose its novelty, if someone accidentally runs into kitty Dew, someone else will recite the Miette post for Dew

That's normally only when Dew didn't even notice he was bonked into. When he does, he puts on the biggest show of being hurt for attention, kisses, and cuddles. He does that every time he falls over, plays too hard, or anything else that could "hurt" him. If they had to pay infirmary bills Dew would be the cause for all of them from that alone.

Every time he goes outside, kitty Dew finds a rock to add to his collection. These rocks range from a piece of sidewalk that chipped off to something actually beautiful, and they are equally important

He also likes to steal buttons off people's clothes without them noticing. He stashes them under his bed, then after a while (when he remembers about the stash) Dew will put them in a box specifically for his buttons

The abbey only has door knobs, which kitty Dew can't figure out how to use, so Rain installed a handle for their bedroom door

"How to interact with Kitty Dew," a guide for new kids (Phantom)

1. Actually get close to him and let him cuddle up to you 2. He likes being scratched behind his horns 3. If you can't tell what he wants just sit or lay down and let him curl up to you, entertain himself, or direct you to what he wants 4. If he stretches to expose his belly this is NOT an invitation to pet him there. It is actually a dastardly trap (Proof: Swiss has scars) 5. DO NOT upset him you might actually die 6. Stop tensing up whenever he goes near you he's literally a cat what is he actually going to do 7. He really likes trying to catch your tail if you swish it across the floor 8. You gotta let him catch your tail eventually though otherwise he'll get stressed and WILL bite you. Also make sure to give him lots of praise when he catches it 9. Do not give him caffeine. He will get zoomies² and you will move up on Rain's hit list (Proof: Swiss has scars from that too)

He tried to fight the tinsel on the Christmas tree once. He was found with the smuggest face and tinsel everywhere on him

If he's feeling extra silly he likes to roly poly around (links to twitter)

Dew constantly bonks Rain's mouth to ask for kisses then just looks up at him expectantly. After he gets his kiss he holds little mousey out so it can get a kiss too

Sometimes when Rain goes to kiss Dew he will lightly bite Rain's nose instead, giggling like crazy when he pulls back

Rain reads to kitty Dew a lot. Mostly kids chapter books so that Dew can follow along

Rain often wakes up to kitty Dew staring at him, inches away from his face

Though if Dew gets tired of waiting for Rain to wake up, he'll start playing with Rain's plushes and slowly start batting them closer and closer to Rain's face to "accidentally" wake him up

Sometimes when Dew plays with his toys he makes quiet chirping sounds to himself, like he's talking to them or making them talk

Mountain going puppy triggers Dew's kitty brain and vice versa. This causes a lot of problems when one of them has work to do

[weapon-gatherer-odette]

Hello everyone, I'm Odette Carmine, I hope no one tries to feel the need to converse with need me

Minors under 16 DNI

Lore :

Well she's relatively the same as the one in the show, however she's a lesbian, As well as she CONSTANTLY wears gloves to hide scars she has from getting into a fight with an Exorcist, As well as if she gets overwhelmed or stressed or anything like that she takes something called, Happy Pills, these cause her to calm down and get happy, but if she takes more then the recommended amount she'll be in a drunken stance, And well, the happy pills are really really dangerous, if you take too much.

Odette, is a workaholic with narcolepsy, as well as depression (Me too girl), and with a VERY VERY VERY HUGE caffeine addiction, you'll always see her holding a cup of coffee, however she's actually a VERY VERY good doctor, one of the best even, so everytime your injured, walk up to her, show her, and she'll treat you. She's mostly a sister figure to everyone and has something called "athazagoraphobia"

She as well has separation anxiety, she often panics if someone is out of the room for a few minutes without her knowing and then calm down, she's so traumatized by the Exorcists that once she hears screaming she immediately resorts to hiding. Lots of things excite her, especially shiny objects. See, her pupils are like snake pupils, not like Carmilla's or her sister, Clara's, so when they dilate, they get bigger. Once you get to know her, she's basically a puppy. She is also autistic and has an OBSESSION with science. Odette has sold her soul to Lucifer to keep everyone she loves safe and out of harm. Anyone who plays Lucifer you technically own part of Odette, I'm not keeping her exclusive for one specific blog, go wild.

Now Even though Odette is dating @ask-exterminator-lute, This is a multi muse blog, just ask me first, as well as girly is a Lesbian

Now, Girly isn't much of a fighter, however if the ones she loves are in danger are being threatened, let's just say you better start practicing hand shakes with the grim reaper, now her main weapons are a revolver she has in her pocket, Scissors and her hands

Odette also is AMAZING with prosthetic limbs, if you lose something, like Arm, Leg, hand, anything, she'll make you a CUSTOM VERY HIGH QUALITY prosthetic, for free, she's just like that

Odette also purrs, if she gets hugged or any type of Affection she ends up purring, she'll try to deny it but we know that it is her.

Odette's got a pet Snow Owl she named "Otter Pop" know where the fuck did she get a snow owl from? I don't fucking know, yet.

Odette LOVES turtles, absolutely adores them

She has a pet Alligator Snapping Turtle named Simon

She actually isn't a sinner, she was actually found by Vox, Vox just gave her to Carmilla, she was taped to a swing set, She's a mixture of Greed, Envy and Sloth, making her a hellborn

Odette actually gets the zoomies quite often

When Odette gets angry or enraged or ḿ̬̏ͤͅư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅ her eye turns into a dark teal, and she'll kill anything that moves, besides anyone she recognizes

Have a slight more info from @vox-tv-demon

Now for her theme song :

Have fun with Odette! Mod out

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(ALMOST) GIVING UP COFFEE, LIVING CLOSER TO FRIENDS & LIFE POST-TEACHING

SUMMER 2024 NEWSLETTER

I frequently tell the story of the time that I drank an entire pot of coffee on my own, but I’ll tell it again. Early on in the pandemic, when we were all still doing virtual school and meetings, I had taken to brewing my morning cup of coffee at my work desk. Typically, I would drink it throughout the day, but rarely finished the pot on my own, if I even bothered brewing a full pot at all. I was taking a class that made me so nervous that I wanted to crawl out of my skin, and this day in particular, I had chosen to busy my hands by sipping on coffee for the duration of the meeting. By the end of the 90 minutes, I’d consumed the whole pot and proceeded to stay awake for almost 48 hours straight. I felt so sick to my stomach that I kept praying I would get sick- anything to get it out of my system, but I didn’t. I swore I would never drink coffee again, but of course, I did, and a few short months later I was back to my regularly scheduled levels of caffeine dependence. 

Recently, I’ve made the decision to quit coffee…sort of. It’s been a slow process, first cutting it down to two cups a day, then one (I thought I was going to die), and over the last couple of months I’ve made the decision to swap my coffee for green tea- with the exception of one, blessed, day of the week where my 4 a.m shift allows me to indulge in one, singular, delicious, cup of black coffee. I was a coffee drinker based on principle and function alone- what can I drink that’s going to wake me up and give me the zoomies in order to power through whatever I’m doing? It was never about the taste or how fancy it is, although I have been known to enjoy a fancy cup of coffee from time to time. Even still, I loved gas station coffee and soy peppermint mochas equally, and I didn’t think I would ever give it up. Even less did I expect to become the type of person who wakes up extra early in the morning to put a kettle on and whisk my matcha powder in a bowl before topping it off with crushed ice and oat milk- I think I even made a joke about it less than a year ago. But here I am, regardless. This, amongst other things, is one of the changes that occurred in my life since deciding to live a more intentional, slow-paced life following my career change. Since slowing down, I’ve become so much more in tune with my body, emotions, and feeling physical sensation.  It didn’t take long for me to realize that drinking so much coffee was actually making me sick, flaring up certain symptoms and undoubtedly contributing to my spiked cortisol levels, and so, begrudgingly, did I make the switch. 

Plenty of other things have changed since I decided to leave my job as a public school teacher. I realized just how much of my identity was wrapped up in the “what do I do” portion of my life. Very little of my identity was shaped by who I was as a person, what I valued, and the things I cared about. So much of my identity was about my relationships, the ability to provide for others, and how highly I could achieve while doing so. Unsurprisingly, when these things ceased to function in the same way they used to, certain relationships ended, and my life took turn after turn, I found out, very quickly, that I had no idea who I was at all. The last few years have been a series of tearing down, rebuilding, and learning. I’ve done more reading and writing than I have in several years, and have become increasingly in touch with a creative part of myself that I’d sworn off during my Undergraduate degree; the same creativity that as a teacher was met with, “but why?” – I digress. 

A value that I’ve uncovered surprisingly recently is having good people in my orbit- old friends, new friends- people who are interested in investing into our relationship; people who I am able to be comfortable around and feel fully like myself (a whole separate practice I could write essay on essay about). I recently took a trip to visit some of my oldest friends in Denver and it hit me like a ton of bricks: this is what community feels like, this is what “feeling known” is. That trip, and a previous visit I’d taken to see some friends from school, have been really enlightening for me. As a result I’ve made it a priority to try and keep touch with these people as much as possible, as well as to continue to explore the new relationships I’ve created more recently. It’s interesting for me, I suppose, to gain the perspective of how many of my previous relationships were built on proximity or professionalism. I wonder frequently how many people in my life really “knew me” or were interested in me, and how many of them were just interested in the things that I could do- more specifically, the things I could do for them. I have very little interest in relationships built on anything other than genuine connection these days, as hard work as it is to create a connection based on that. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that curiosity and honesty seems to go a long way in doing so. Now, to convince some of my friends to move closer to me… then, I would be completely satisfied. 

In other news, I’ve been making a lot of zines recently and spending some time recording things and learning how to mix and master tracks. Many of these projects are private and will continue to stay that way, especially because much of it is incredibly slow work, but I’ve placed a few things down below that I feel proud of and comfortable enough to share. I’ve been watching tons of Studio Ghibli films, taking pictures, and potting plants. I’m learning about peat-free soil blends and propagating like a fiend these days to prepare for an event I’m doing in September. I start my grad work here in a few days. Though it feels slow, sometimes I think I can feel the gears turning. Occasionally, I feel like there is some sense of direction in my life, though for the most part it feels like wandering, aimlessly. Maybe that’s okay. 

For now, 

Emma 

[laymedowntorest]

DID I MAKE YOU LAUGH YET??? Please never allow me to have a ton of sugar and caffeine again… Else I become this thing even the eldritch beings fear. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE … Too much??

I come back from helping my dad get his new motorbike and you bouncing around the walls like a cat with the zoomies at 3am 😭😭

[riewiggles]

A Few Cute Kannao Headcanons that I Want to Base off me and my BF

Kanji LOVES Kirby and anything Kirby.

Kanji has those mood octopuses that you can flip upside down when you're happy or sad. He loves it very much. When Naoto comes back from a long day and is grumpy, he flips it to the grumpy octopus because he jokes and says it looks like Naoto.

Kanji tends to get lost in the store...

A lot.

I mean a lot.

He looks like a lost kid when he does and 👉👈

Naoto occasionally gets gremlin zoomies if they drink too much caffeine. They turn into a mountain goat and start craving attention all of a sudden, climbing all over Kanji. He just chuckles at it and is like "Heh. Ya gremlin."

Naoto drools in their sleep. They also sleep on their stomach, and when they cuddle with Kanji, his shirt ends up soaked from drool. Also somehow Naoto's hair looks even more shaggy than it did before the dimension-hopping nap.

Kanji finds the idea of getting Vladimir-d to be the best thing ever and does it himself. Naoto does his makeup. He looks flawless as an uwu e-girl and goes on chat sites just to mess with people. When he flexes and random creepers disconnect they both die laughing.

Naoto gets into the IT Discord quite late and when they are exposed to memes, they will sometimes just randomly blurt that meme out out of nowhere. Like thinking it out loud. At first Kanji is like "wtf" and he soon goes along with it.

Kanji can do an on-point Hank Hill impression and messes with Yosuke, annoying him when they play something. Yu revels in the fueled anger of his partner and eggs Kanji on.

Naoto falls into the rabbit hole of "AITA" stories on reddit after a long day of work and they’re laying in bed waiting to fall asleep. Blame Rise for sharing the videos of them with the mobile game plays and AI voice over.

Kanji wants to take EVERY. ANIMAL. HOME.

FERRETS, RABBITS, RATS, BIRBS-

Naoto has to make sure they are far away from an animal shelter.

Kanji had a dream once that he went to adopt a dog but came home with a horse.

Might add more but I'm having a hard day and I love my bf and our shenanigans so I wanted to throw this together.

[luesmainblog]

Alright ADHD tumblr, help me out

I haven't been officially diagnosed yet for a number of reasons, but my therapist strongly suspects I have ADHD, and even if I don't I'm aware that those with ADHD have similar struggles with what I call "flip brain", i.e. stimulants and depressants not working the way they're expected to. I will be speaking to a doctor when I'm able to and I'm not looking to take tumblr replies as gospel, but I am getting very confused and a little scared, and it's going to be a while before I can see a professional besides my therapist. So, I'm hoping somebody here will have a similar experience and be able to point my in the right direction, so I can at least stop worrying so much.

I've been testing my flip brain situation for a few years now by guinea pigging myself against different sources of caffeine. What i've found thus far is this:

Chocolate, especially dark chocolate, removes the brain fog and generally makes it easier to think and complete tasks.

Hot Cocoa evens me out emotionally, but has little to no effect on my awakeness.

Chocolate-covered espresso beans(the ones you eat) perk me up.

Soft Drinks, especially coke, perk me up and even give me a bit of Zoomies™ if I've had too much at once.

I've only had one energy drink in my life(BNHA "one for all" drink from hot topic) and it didn't really do anything to me.

Tea doesn't really do anything to me, whether it's hot, cold, normal or sweet. I get a little perk from boba and ice tea, but I think that's the novelty + cold waking me up more than anything else. My dad makes big pitchers of sun tea every summer, so if it had an effect, i'd have noticed by now.

Coffee knocks me out. It's a worse tranq than melatonin. It is my go-to sleepy drug.

The store-bought cold bottle version of the starbucks Pink Drink made me sleepy in two sips, but after it had been in the fridge for a while, I didn't really notice an effect when I drank it again.

I've been too scared to try just straight caffeine pills and see what effect they have, but I plan to do so this weekend just to have a baseline. Although that's also going to suck because at this point I kind of rely on chocolate as a brain stabilizer.

All of that background out of the way, I recently hit a wrench in my theory. I decided to try decaf coffee, because I actually really love coffee, and I thought it'd be nice if I could have it without falling asleep. But low and behold, only about 2-3 shots worth of that coffee, and despite it having as little caffeine as possible, it still knocked me near-unconscious. I tried looking into whether this might be an allergy issue, but I consider "sleepy" and "tired" to be two very different things, and besides that I don't experience any other symptom that would suggest an allergy. I am extremely stumped.

has anyone else had this experience? if you talked to a doctor about it, did you figure out what was causing it? If there's something I should ask my doctor about besides caffeine, I'd really like to know beforehand.

extra/possibly relevant info: i'm very bad at maintaining vitamin b12 and d3, and my brain becomes significantly more functional during my menstruel cycle, even if i'm not eating chocolate that week. Again, if this is triggering any "oh shit I've been there", please let me know!

Will update as needed.

[heyhay10]

Fun update: Moved to Ritalin after Adderall and vyvanse kept me up all night and felt like a caffeine overdose but wasn’t getting much from my 10 mg dose so psyciatrist said to try 20 which I did today and am now having a mild manic time.

 Not sustainable will try to avoid and take 15 next time but for right now I’m VERY much enjoying being excited and energetic about everything and constantly hyperfixating with complete facination and satisfaction anytime a new thought stumbles around as opposed to the usual depressive episode which is very similar but nowhere near as much fun. I spent 45 minutes waxing poetic about the beauty and purity of the innate urge of mankind to learn and create then 10 on describing the experiance of being on the different stimulants like a sommelier would describe wine and now just want to PONDER. Should be writing thesis but can’t use punctuation because the thoughts can’t stop won’t stop. Nothing revelutionary just rotating concepts and ideas around like a microwave potato in foil and prodding them with a stick to see it spark and pop in chaos goblin mode. Unable to be concise, the knob is stuck at rant. 

My brain/thoughts without meds is drving a foggy country road at night; Slow, confusing, frustrating, fuzzy, and difficult to navigate/follow. My brain/thoughts now are a superhighway covered with black ice and I’m CRUISING. 10 lanes of traffic fishtailing at 80mph isn’t productive but lord what a ride. I am interested in everything all of the time and feel like I could and already am running 5 miles. Blood still feels bad but don’t care too zoomy.

THank you for coming to my Ted talk I hope you’ve learned nothing. Questions will be answered at length but without giving a real answer.

[pleckthaniel]

my heart is goign to explode

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

so uh, no one told me your heart could stop when you have a seizure (probably because with my anxiety disorder that wouldn’t go over well) but I kind of wish they did because I was taking things way too casually before I learned that. I thought people were just worried about me drowning or hitting my head, not that MY HEART COULD STOP, or that I could get (more?) brain damage (which I for sure do NOT need) Like, I knew I started turning kinda blue during some (only because my mom told me) but I didn’t actually realize it could interrupt some of my fucking organ functions if it went wrong like wtf? (though you can’t really have a typical seizure go right, there is that like medically induced kind I think? but that’s beside the point)

[prismaticpichu]

I’m so so sorry @altocat but I couldn’t help myself xD xD Please forgive me for the shameless thievery!!! (This girl just has the BEST headcanons I promise they’ll make your day a whole lot better!)

x~x~x~x~x

3am Zoomies

"Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, ANGEAL!"

The man rolled over on his side, letting out a groan.

"Zack. It is 3am. Go to slee—"

But amid his groggy delirium, he realized that the voice was way too baritone to be Zack's. It was enough to jolt him awake.

"Sephiroth?"

His younger friend was indeed standing there, looming over his bed, the catlike eyes blown to saucers that practically sponged up the entirety of the Mako-jade puddles. And he was smiling, like really smiling, jittering on the balls of his feet with Masamune kissing the carpet below him.

"Come on, Angeal! Get up! Wake up! WAKE UP!"

"What on Gaia has gotten into you?!”

"I want to spar!"

"What?" Angeal rubbed his eyes, leaning against the headboard.

"Spar!" And then Sephiroth was seizing the blanket, throwing it off the man in one swift and hyper motion. "FIGHT ME!"

Angeal, his expression, leeched of any emotion or comprehension, decided to comply. He slid off the bed, gesturing towards the front door where Sephiroth eagerly jolted out, twirling around and waiting for Angeal to follow.

Which he did not. 

He slammed the door shut as fast as enhanced-humanly possible, catching the sheer betrayal on Sephiroth's countenance as he jangled the lock, then stepping back upon hearing an anxious scratching sound graze against the wood.

Someone was going to get belabored, whether it was a dare ripped from one of Genesis' catalogs or a new type of hormone Hojo was fancying.

"Please come back when you find my friend Sephiroth," Angeal called through his bedroom doorway, scooping up his blanket and groaning at the Herculean effort it took to turn it right-side-up again.

~~~

Angeal brought the steaming cup of java to his lips, glancing upwards when the door to the coffee room opened, and in came Sephiroth, his mercury hair perfectly kempt and the uncanny pupils slitting into the glazed, frosty thorns that they always were.

"Good morning," Sephiroth greeted amiably, reaching for his own cup to fix.

"...Morning, Sephiroth." Angeal's gaze drifted towards the window.

"Lazard wishes to speak to the three of us at noon; he wanted to discuss the possibility of using artificial swords in the training rooms rather than our own."

"Mmm."

Sephiroth took notice of the other's sunken eyes, drops of ink splotching underneath. "Did you sleep well?"

This whipped Angeal's attention back to him. "I don't know, Sephiroth. Would you like to be disturbed past midnight?"

An eyebrow quirk. "I would simply ignore the disturbance."

"Oh. Oh okay." Angeal's broke off into a chuckle, not that it was very humorous or friendly. Sephiroth eyed him weirdly.

"Do you not recall waking me up at 3am like an animal requesting to spar?"

The strange look lingered, now with the inclusion of narrowing eyes. "Do you recall that the training grounds are automatically locked at 10pm?"

Angeal snorted—a gesture that was normally Genesis's territory, which again Sephiroth found unnerving.

Unbeknownst to either of then, Zack had creaked the door of ShinRa's Super Exclusive and Totally First Class-irific Coffee Room ajar in order to grab a corn muffin.

~~~

"Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, ANGEAL!"

The man rolled over on his side, letting out a groan.

Ifrit darn it.

But amid his groggy delirium, he realized that there were two voices now cawing his name, a vivacious chirp and a caffeinated squawk harmonizing into one loud, annoying song.

Angeal's eyes snapped open, finding himself drenched in the cyan flashlight of Zack and Sephiroth both—and oh, oh joy, there were those saucers again.

"Angeaalllll let's playyyyyyyyy!" Zack seized the man's pillow, sliding it right from under his head so that it would cannonball into the mattress.

"Yes! YES!" Sephiroth snatched his blanket, again, this time thrusting it so hard that it slammed into a lamp, consequently causing the bulb to keel over and shatter into a million glassy fragments on the carpet.

"Oooooh, Seph! Look what Angeal's got!" Zack was suddenly bouncing out of the kitchen with a bag of popcorn in hand. "You know how to work a microwave?!"

"No! Too SLOW!" And then a fire Materia was produced from Sephiroth's pocket, aiming it with an arm too electrified to even remotely hit its target.

"ZACK! What is the meaning of THIS?!" Angeal bellowed, throwing his body over Sephiroth's before a stream of fire could erupt. "Have you—No, Sephiroth, cut it OUT." Sephiroth grappled with his arms, scratching and writhing against the brawny clasps.

"Wellllllll, I found Seph raiding the coffee room refrigerator." Zack actually made an attempt to sweep the glass shards aside—by sweeping them under the bed. "And he said he wanted to visit your place and said I should come and he's like the boss of me so I said yes and now we're playing!"

"Well can you play somewhere else?!"

Zack threw the popcorn aside. "Sephhhh, let's go! We got lots to explore!"

"YES!" Sephiroth tore away from Angeal's arms and sped into the corridor, sending his supposed best friend tumbling back into the quiltless bed. "I know somewhere else we can go!"

"Best commander EVERRRRRrrrrrrr!" Zack darted after the General, and then, their footsteps roaring out of hearing, Angeal's apartment was left in a condition akin to a town in the wake of a twister.

Finally. Silence.

It was enough for Angeal to collapse in peace.

~~~

You have one new voicemail:

"ANGEEEALLLLL!" A lamp shattering, bowls avalanching, an auburn being tackled to the ground. "GET OVER HERE!"

[sparklecryptid]

So. Coffee is like an energizer right? It has caffeine and all that good shit. Something I never thought of was if it could potentially speed up LC’s magic or give it a boost when it’s called on. (If that’s the case, I just wanna know who in the LC family line would’ve figured that one out first and if the Shields have to hide the coffee)

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Noctis

Noctis figured it out when he’s running on 2 hours sleep and suddenly after chugging 5 cups of Ignis’ espresso he has

The Zoomies

The Zoomies start right as he’s supposed to spar with Gladio so Gladio gets to watch his idiot prince go fast as the kids say

Then the Zoomies disappear and Gladio has to poke a Noctis that wound up face planting into the training mats

“You okay there bud?”

“I wish for Ignis to kill me for his fancy coffee did not.”

“…Did you drink his espresso and how much?”

“Too much.”

“He actually might kill you for that.”

“I hope he does.”