#axolotl presentation

[chronicallyqueercoining2]

Axolotl [Presentation]

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A term for one who looks younger than their age. This may mean one who has a "baby face," but does not have to be. This could be one who is petite, chubby, or any other characteristic associated with looking "younger" than one's actual age.

For the @vampitsm 500 follower coining event @bossvamp

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Axolotls remain in their larval state even once they are mature enough to reproduce (something called neoteny)! This means they retain "baby" features throughout their lives, which was the inspiration for this term! (very summarized explanation, in the interest of time... here is a longer one, linked!)

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[mosswolf]

oh chamomile we're really in it now

[silverware-is-interesting]

random fanart dump i guess

+ms pain t

and um. this i guess.. :/ the design isn't great but i'll fix him up. eventually-

[gaiathewildanimal]

My glow in the dark axolotl plush!!!🤩 trust me it may not be glowing in the dark yet cause it’s light but hopefully it should do when it’s dark… hopefully…😅

[cynicaesura]

[xvyredx]

More drawings of my bill design , now featuring sub-par anatomy and my sketchbook's textured paper!.

That's how he looks in the theraprism , he's not doing that good considering they took away his powers and dramatic looks...oh and also he has to actually deal with his issues, but his glamour is much more important!

[heartbeetz]

Also spoilers for new gravfalls stuff but on the topic of being fᎥdd.αuthor nation forever, I'm sooooo obsessed with the whole "fiddleford left me and it turns out bill is abusive as fuck, I hope the gloves fidds knitted for me before he was scared off can hide all the fresh wounds bill left on my hands" thing. Grrahhh!!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 When the metaphors aren't even metaphors they're text......... godddd godddd godddd

[godsfavoritescientist]

Been coming up with more and more ideas for my bill fic that involve convoluted timeline bullshit (not timetravel, but a different stupider and weirder thing) and I have now realized I accidentally hometuckified the themes of the story. Nature of humanity to accidentally recreate etc

[toucan-rede]

Just seen a postcalling out the Abomination aspects in Dune 2 as pro-life and fr, ??? I understand nothing about the situation eith the preborn is explained bcos "hurr durr we must mass market appeal the intricate worldbuilding and vast, layered plot out of existance" but truly, even in this book written in the sixties w/ literally thee worst queer rep physically imaginable, where every female character IS actually trained to be manipulative sociopath ripped from an incels strawman wet dream, jessica can only read to me as frank herberts ultimate proponent to bodily autonomy and the fact that can apparently be missed in the film is just another tally in my long amassing list of how the bene gesserit were done a disservice by this film. What would be your alternative? For jessica to have no command over her body? For the cult which raised, indoctrinated and conditioned her against any form of love, to have their final say and "prune" another child out of line w/ their eugenics program, against her explicit wishes? Being uncomfortable with the presentation of this plot line is understandable, and i agree that jessica is characterised as far weaker in this film than the books in such a way that strips her of some agency, certainly removes her as the active agent she should be in Pauls "fremenization" for lack of a better term, but if your take on pro-choice is wanton and disregards the wishes of the mother, i doubt theyd call that pro-choice

[radiomogai]

[ID 1: A flag with 7 horizontal stripes. The colours, from top to bottom, are: dusty pink, light dusty pink, even lighter dusty pink, blue, and mirrored. In the top left corner, there's a light blue symbol of a blobfish /end ID 1]

[ID 2: A flag nearly identical to the first one, but without the blobfish symbol. /end ID 2]

[ID 3: A flag with 7 horizontal stripes. Their colours, from top to bottom, are: dusty blue, light dusty blue, even lighter dusty blue, white, and mirrored. In the top left corner, there's a white symbol of an axolotl swimming on its back /end ID 3]

[ID 4: A flag nearly identical to the third one, but without the axolotl symbol. /end ID]

IDs by @brainkeeper-service

BLOBFISH: a disabled woman who presents themself in a feminine manner/fashion yet feels disconnected from traditional femininity due to being disabled

AXOLOTL: a disabled man who presents themself in a masculine manner/fashion yet feels disconnected from traditional masculinity due to being disabled

NOTE: these terms were made specifically with autistic individuals in mind, but if you know anything about me, then you know that i’m not one for gatekeeping. if this term resonates with you, go right ahead and use it <3

i’ve always felt a bit disconnected from other women, and i think it’s partially due to my autism. growing up, i was comforted by “ugly” animals like blobfish and axolotls, and i know many other neurodivergent folks felt the same way. i hope these terms bring comfort to those who need it <3

[varchaiiart]

Relativity Falls age swap au w/ younger Bill!

soo I'm trying to think of a way to incorporate baby Bill into Relativity Falls in a way that makes sense (as someone with a mabel brain instead of a dipper brain so feel free to give me feedback if this is makes no sense!)

Lets say our realm and Euclydia exist on overlapping planes. Since Bill is still a child at this point, Euclydia isnt destroyed! But despite the realms overlapping, they exist outside of each other's reach, present but not visible or detectable by any means. However, within our favourite town of Gravity Falls, the distance between realms is significantly shorter (something to do with its attraction to Weirdness).

more under cut!

Enter Bill with his mutation. His eye allows him to see into our realm unlike the rest of his people. Everyone thinks he's insane/daydreams too much for seeing a whole other world (especially if, to others, it looks like he has no eye). He eventually figures out how to step out of Euclydia INTO the Gravity Falls since the space between realms is much shorter, appearing as a sort of incorporeal light projection!

He quickly becomes friends with Ford since they both have a mutation making them different, and eventually Stan too! Both of them healing his hurt and teaching him empathy/generally being best buds.

Either no portal incident would happen in this AU or perhaps another extra-dimensional being would take Bill's place in manipulating Dipper into building the portal. Perhaps the Axolotl (but evil edition)? And this could cause Dipper to be HIGHLY untrustworthy of beings from other dimensions forcing the a confrontation between him and the Stans as they try to protect their new best friend from their great uncle who's following a misguided attempt to protect them.

but mostly i just want to focus on cute interactions between bill and the stans lol

[bioethicists]

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Come listen to me + Elliott @trans-axolotl yap about abolitionist approaches to suicide! Our presentation covers:

What is psych abolition?

How has psych abolition already been put into action?

What are some alternative ways of looking at suicide (other than as a symptom or as a mental health crisis)?

How can we respond to suicide in our communities without invoking carceral systems?

As always, lurkers (camera + mic off) are welcome-- show up however is best for you!

Here is an easy link for your convenience <3

[sunvirus]

I present my unshaded and color blocked ocs! ( Space, Sun, Caine, C.A.R.E, Purple Axolotl)

It’s kinda random but I like it :p

[tinyfantasminha]

Guest Room Trouble lines

Saw some people doing this with their OCs and thought it would be fun 🥹 (these can be read in any order) also do you like my guest room

check out /mysteryshopstl translations, the tls for the trouble lines were a huge help to guide me on how every character reacts 😭

Heartslabyul:

Vic: I feel a headache coming...

Riddle: I have zero tolerance for anyone who disrespects the rules.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

Vic: I’d be at peace without you, you brat.

Ace: Admit it, you’d be bored without me~

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

Vic: Aaw, stop being such a baby!

Deuce: What did you just call me?!

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

Vic: Wah... I didn't know you could get scary like that.

Trey: Sorry, I lost my temper for a moment. Can we pretend this never happened?

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

Vic: Don't talk to me.

Cater: Sorry, sorry~! Your big bro Cay-kun will make it up with you!

Savanaclaw:

V: I don't feel like hearing the demands of an overgrown cat.

Leona: Next time you won't slip out of my claws that easily, Little Mouse.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: It's okay, it's okay! don't worry about it...

Jack: S-sorry, I wasn't looking... you're not hurt, are you?

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Hey! Hands off my pocket—what’d you swipe?!

Ruggie: Sheeheehee, prove I took anything, detective.

Octavinelle:

V: DIE.

Azul: Ah, such passion! Shall we channel it into a friendly round of monopoly?

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: You’re terrible. I’m glad you’re not my enemy… right?

Jade: Fufu, don't be silly. You're far too entertaining to get rid of.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: H-hey, give back my phone!!

Floyd: Aha, let's see what embarrassing conversations Lil Axolotl has been having~!

Scarabia:

V: I'm so close to losing it...

Kalim: Awesome! but... losing what?

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Kyaaaa~ Jamil is mad at meee~!

Jamil: This is not supposed to be fun for you!

Pomefiore:

V: Eeeeek!

Vil: Such wasted beauty on such disgraceful form… We'll have to fix that.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Watch your tone, country boy.

Epel: I ain’t takin’ orders from no high-horse city slicker— yeowch! S-Sorry ma'am...

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Don't you ever give up?!

Rook: Oh la la, your rage is a fiery rose in bloom~! how could I look away?

Ignihyde:

V: Ugh, seems like I can't argue with you...

Ortho: My debate protocol has a 99.8% success rate. Want a rematch?

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Nothing personal!

Idia: W-what is this shounen protagonist-level betrayal?!

V: You can get really hard to deal with....

Malleus: And yet, you continue to stand before me. How bold... or how foolish?

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: That wasn't funny!

Lilia: You jump like a startled kitten~

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Huh? I think I hear a mosquito buzzing in my ear...

Sebek: Unbelievable! How insolent can this human be?!

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Are you even listening?

Silver: My apologies... I must have dozed off.

Others:

V: I'm not doing your chores again.

Crowley: Abandoned in my hour of need... by my own beloved student... what a cruel, cruel world, sob sob!

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: P-please sir... just one more day...

Trein: Deadlines exist for a reason. This is your last warning.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: I—I was too anxious to present…

Crewel: Confidence is your most important accessory, puppy.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: I think this weirdo is staring at my legs.

Rollo: I pray the Lord grants you fabric. And shame.

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: You tricked me...

Fellow: No, no, little scholar! I guided you to a unique opportunity!

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ✽

V: Stop eating all the tuna, you little gremlin! That was our dinner!

Grim: Nyahaha~! Too late, It’s mine now!

[fallen-gravity]

MAJOR BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION .

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There's something I've been meaning to talk about that I think a lot more people are overlooking than they should, and that's how The Axolotl presents themself.

We've only seen The Axolotl twice, and even what little information we have about them is only scraping the surface. We know they're a god, we know that they patrol space and time and keep wrongdoers in check and can sentence punishments for interdimensional criminals. We don't know much about them other than their job and that Bill really fucking hates them.

We know now, thanks to The Book of Bill, that Bill's prayers to The Axolotl to save him from disappearing forever worked, and that they were merciful enough to "bring him back", of sorts, and to allow him another chance at life as long as he does a life-sentence of therapy first. Everyone's been talking up a storm about that.

What I don't see many people talking about, and what is one of my favorite parts about this part of the book, is that it's revealed that just like Bill, The Axolotl can change their appearence depending on who they're talking to and whether or not The Axolotl thinks they deserve punishment. Compare the difference between The Axolotl's conversation with Bill after Weirdmageddon (disregard the poor image quality),

To the conversation they had with Dipper and Mabel in the choose your own adventure novel:

HUGE difference, right? When they speak to the twins, they look all cute and squishy and friendly. One could argue it's just a case of the different target audience of the two books, but if you were to ask me, I think there's more evidence in the case that The Axolotl knows that Dipper and Mabel are good kids and mean no harm to them or the rest of the universe, and therefore there's no need to put on an intimidating godlike front. Either The Axolotl hid their true form from Bill because he was not worthy, or they put up a kinder, softer front for Dipper and Mabel because they did not need to be punished. Either way, it seems like The Axolotl can change their appearence based on their judgement of whomever they're speaking to.

And it's just so good!!!! It's so yummy!!! Because Bill was the exact same way. He would change his appearence and his story depending on who he was speaking to. If it's someone he "liked", or someone he wanted to manipulate, he'd take on a cutesy, friendly appearence

But if 's someone who betrayed him, or someone he despises....

BOOM, he's suddenly this horrifying intimidating monster.

IT'S THE SAME COIN! I'm not suggesting they're the same entity, or anything, but it's so interesting that they both use this trick of the eyes for practically opposite reasons; The Axolotl uses it for the greater good, and Bill only uses it for his own personal gain. Their appearence to a person being based entirely on their judegement of said person is such a fun way to think about trust.

If I trust you, I will show you my true form

versus

If you betray my trust, you'll force me to show you my true form.

Mwah. Chef's kiss. 'Cause as much as they would hate to admit it, Bill and The Axolotl sure have a lot in common

[nanamineedstherapy]

Indisputable Evidence of Baby Girl Behavior

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Summary: ✨Welcome to the National Baby Girl Census, where we gather empirical evidence on how quickly Gojo Satoru folds when you say one-just one-magic word. This is a scientific study (real). Read responsibly. Or don’t. I know y’all are feral. As usual, no physical details for the reader—like race, eye/hair color, skin tone, complexion, or body type—have been used. 🎭✨ So enjoy! 🥳📖 Fluff + Suggestive

You barely get one foot through the door before you’re launching yourself at Gojo, limbs wrapping around him like you’re some kind of deranged koala. He doesn't even stumble—just lets out a soft ‘oof’ as you cling to his back, your arms locked around his shoulders, legs dangling behind him.

"Well, hello there," he hums, tilting his head as if he can see you despite the blindfold. "Climbing up my back like a little Axolotl. Aren't you clingy today?"

You tighten your grip, smushing your cheek against the back of his head. "Nooo, I just musssssed you."

He laughs, the sound deep and amused, and shifts his weight so he can support you better. "Missed me? That's adorable." His hands slide under your thighs, effortlessly hoisting you up. "But I'm guessing there's more to it than just missing me, isn't there?"

You don’t respond immediately, just press your face into his shoulder, inhaling the faint lingering scent of his cologne. He’s warm, ridiculously so, and solid beneath your touch.

Then, with a carefully calculated move, you let one hand wander—discreetly, of course—towards his chest.

Gojo stills for half a second before his lips curl into a knowing smirk. "Now, now. What are you up to, baby? You trying to get a feel of something there?"

You blink innocently. "I'm just a baby."

He snorts, finally turning so he can pin you with an amused expression. "Oh, you're a baby, huh? A little innocent thing that can’t control her impulses?"

"Nooo."

His grin sharpens. "Then what are you doing, baby?" His voice drops, low and teasing, his breath fanning over your skin. "Trying to touch me so boldly? You aren’t as innocent as you claim to be, are you?"

"Sorry."

You’re not sorry. You prove that immediately by sneaking another grab and squeezing.

Gojo laughs outright this time, the sound rich and indulgent, and he doesn't bother stopping you. "Still at it, are you?" He tuts, shaking his head. "You're a sly little thing, aren’t you? Trying to act all innocent, but your hands tell a different story."

"Boobies," you mumble shamelessly.

His shoulders shake with laughter. "Boobies, huh? You’re really not holding back, are you?" He shifts his grip on you, hands tightening around your thighs. "Can’t keep your hands to yourself, baby?"

You pout, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "You are so, so cute and..." You swallow, feeling your face heat up. "Hot."

Gojo chuckles, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "You think I’m cute and hot, huh? Well, I can’t blame you for being attracted to all this." He gestures to himself grandly, like he’s presenting a gift to the world.

You make the mistake of looking at him—the smirk, the tousled white hair, the sheer Gojo-ness of him—and immediately combust. Die blushing.

His laughter is immediate—the kind of unrestrained joy that makes your heart flip. "You're so easy to tease, you know that?" He nudges your forehead playfully with his own. "All it takes is a few words, and you're blushing like a schoolgirl."

"Aaaah," you wail, shoving your face into his chest, pretending it can somehow shield you from his relentless teasing.

"Aww, hiding your face now?" Gojo coos, tilting his head to try and peek at you. "Too flustered to look me in the eye?"

You grumble into his boobies. "Y… yes."

He hums, clearly savoring the moment. "That’s adorable, baby. You’re so cute when you're all flustered like this." His lips brush against your temple, a whisper of warmth. "It just makes me want to tease you even more."

You groan, smacking your forehead against his chest. "You're the worst."

"Mm, but I'm your worst," he purrs.

You hate that he’s right.

---

Dinner had been eventful—mostly because Gojo had spent half of it going on a tangent about some new cursed technique theory, and the other half stealing food off your plate like he was entitled to it. Now, you were both sprawled out in bed, full and content, except Gojo was still talking.

He was lying on his back, gesturing as he rambled about something you stopped following ten minutes ago. You were curled up beside him, facing his chest, blinking sleepily as his words blurred into white noise.

"—and then I told Jogo, 'Please, do you really think you can outmaneuver me?' Like, the audacity of some people, right, baby?" He huffed, as if personally offended. "Honestly, I think I should start charging people just to be in my presence—"

"Daddy."

You said it absentmindedly—mostly an intrusive word, stretching slightly against the sheets, your voice soft and lazy. It wasn’t meant to be anything special—just a single word slipping past your lips in the middle of his monologue.

“Hm, yes baby?” He always paid attention to whatever you said, no matter how much he was busy rambling.

But then Gojo froze.

Mid-sentence. Mid-breath. Mid-existence.

His entire body tensed as if you had just activated some forbidden cheat code.

Slowly, so slowly, his head turned toward you, his bright blue eyes piercing through the dim lighting of the bedroom.

"...What did you just say?"

You blinked up at him, confused. "Huh?"

His smirk was gone. This was new territory now.

"You called me Daddy," he murmured, voice dropping an octave.

Oh.

Oh.

You had expected him to barely notice; maybe hum in acknowledgment and keep talking.

Not this. Not the intensity that was suddenly crackling in the air like static electricity.

You swallowed. "I—uh, yeah?"

Gojo propped himself up on one elbow, his full attention now locked onto you like a moth to a flame. The lazy amusement that was always in his expression had shifted into something… different. His fingers brushed against your jaw, tilting your face up.

"You do realize what you just did, right?" His voice was smoother now, quieter—like he was savoring the moment.

You squirmed under his gaze. "I mean… I just said it…"

He let out a slow chuckle. "Oh, baby," he drawled, his fingers trailing down your arm, featherlight. "You can't just drop that on me and not expect a reaction."

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. "I didn't think you'd—"

"Pay attention?" He smirked, leaning down until his lips hovered just over yours. "Oh no, sweetheart. Now you have my full, undivided attention."

You could feel the warmth radiating off him, the weight of his gaze, the way his hand lazily traced patterns on your hip like he was waiting for you to make a move.

It was unfair how fast he could flip the script.

"...Oops?" You tried, voice smaller than you intended.

Gojo grinned, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting it up further. "Oops?" he echoed. "That’s all you have to say?"

You bit your lip, trying to play innocent. "I'm just a baby."

His smirk widened. "Oh, you are playing dangerous tonight, huh?" His fingers trailed lower, teasing, deliberate. "You think you can just say that and not face the consequences?"

You had severely underestimated the power of that single word.

And now you were at Gojo Satoru’s mercy.

The air—now thick with warmth, the kind that settled deep into your bones, making your body sink further into the plush mattress. The room was quiet now, except for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows and the sound of Gojo shifting beside you.

You could feel him still watching, eyes lingering, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the sliver of skin exposed beneath your shirt. There was something undeniably smug about the way he held you—loose enough to let you breathe, but firm enough to remind you exactly who had the upper hand.

You swallowed, willing your pulse to slow. "I—"

"Shhh," Gojo cut in smoothly, pressing a single finger to your lips. "You seem nervous, baby."

"I'm not…?"

He grinned. "Lying already? You do know I can hear your heartbeat, right?"

You glared, but it lacked real heat in the dark, especially when his hand dragged lazily over the hem of your bra.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words, until your mouth moved before your brain could catch up.

"Daddy."

It wasn’t calculated this time—like hadn’t been before. Not a tease. Just a quiet, automatic murmur as you shifted against him, stretching your limbs.

And without hesitation—without even thinking—Gojo responded.

"Yes, baby?"

Your breath caught.

He hadn’t paused. Hadn’t even blinked. The words had slipped from his lips like second nature, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

His hand was still tracing your bra, fingers curling slightly, and when you lifted your head to look at him, he was already smirking.

"Something wrong?" he asked, tilting his head like he didn’t just casually obliterate your entire sense of composure.

"You—" You blinked, heat rising to your face. "You responded so fast."

Gojo chuckled, shifting in a way that he was hovering too close to your body. His hand trailed under your bra, playing with your left breast, kneeding the soft skin with a touch so gentle that it made your stomach drop as you bit your lower lip to stifle a moan.

"Of course, I did." He leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost against your lips. "What, you think I’d ignore my baby when she calls for me?"

The words coiled around your spine, pooling low in your stomach, and you had to physically stop yourself from squirming.

His fingers slid to your nipple, warm against your skin, slow and deliberate. "You sound so sweet when you say it, too," he mused, voice dropping to that dangerously smooth tone. "Like you don't even realize what you're doing to me."

You swallowed hard. "I—"

He tutted, fingers flexing against your hard nipple. "Don't back down now, baby."

Your throat went dry.

It was impossible to argue when his hands were on you like this, lazy and teasing, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

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A/N: Congratulations. You have successfully witnessed Gojo Satoru’s immediate and catastrophic shutdown. 🎉 I left the ending ambiguous on purpose. Feel free to hallucinate that you either A) topped like a menace to society or B) got backshots so violent, with Gojo's hand around your throat, that you briefly entered the astral plane and shook hands with God. (Totally not because I think I write smut like an AI trying to generate Shakespearean erotica.)

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