#biter lore

[i-bite-vocaloids-official]

hiiiiii!!!!!! Do your teeth ever get tired from biting everything???

Individual teeth do, yes, but I have multiple rows, and they regrow very quickly.

So if a tooth gets tired I just drop it and let one from the next row move forward to fill its place.

[fang-ghoul]

Oy!!! Three Eyed Ghoul (Eyeris Polyphemus) had an official mh-artstyle rendering this whole time??? It's a portrait in the Monster Beat magazine from the coffin bean set! Together with a Dragon girl and some vampire (?? Possibly Justin Biter?) OH MY GHOUL

[gingerjolover]

PHOEBE IS A BITER… you’re so right G

Like I’m just saying she’s not leaving until you’re covered in hickeys and bite marks bc what better way for you to remember who made you feel good that night 🤭 and then she can spend days tracing the bruises and kissing over them (bonus points when she wears dark lipstick and marks you up x2 😌)

bestie...BESTIE....STOP IT RN

some rpf smut under da cut

i think she also LIVES for a secret bite mark, like she literally is sucking hickeys in your thighs, chest, or lower abdomen or leaving a literal bite mark on your ass cheek, and she loves it because she knows it's there

the thought of her tracing them.....stop because it would literally be wholesome. like the actual making of the marking was nasty as hell, like was literally sucking the deepest hickey into your shoulder while she's three fingers and knuckle deep inside of you but then the next morning while you're still asleep she's tracing it so lovingly and leaving sweet little pecks on your skin

y'all might be getting some halloween smut from me (who knows) where black lipstick is a topic of convo but I literally think ANYTHING on her lips she is absolutely smacking the wettest kiss to your cheeks or neck or forehead. I love to imagine she has a photo album on her phone (or google drive - maybe that's more lucy coded) where it's just pictures of you either a. fucked out with lipstick ALL over you or b. just the sweetest, softest photos of you with lipstick stains or glossy lip prints on your face or neck

she is literally a black cat, she bites you as a way to show affectrion and i also think that most of your photos as a couple (i have this theory that munagenius has a groupchat where they send photodumps - we can discuss later) are of her literally biting your cheek or ear or shoulder. like you'll be smiling normally and phoebe is literally just biting the meat of your cheek and her nose is scrunched up. i know this isn't so much marking but she is a b i t e r ok this is now canon

dom!phoebe definitely loves marking you up but i think sub!phoebe would literally pass away if you were sweet talking her and sucking bruises into her thighs. she would literally be begging for you to put your mouth on her and you'd have to giggle at her and be like "patience pretty girl," and then move up to her hips and suck a hickey on one of her tattoos or leave a mark there. She would 10000% look at it in the mirror the next morning once her sub!brainy is gone and she's determined to cover you in marks.

edit: just re read this, take a shot (or don't) everytime i say "literally" ffs

[wildmayhemz]

How it feels every time I talk to @gunnrblze

Ok ok I’m done, love you cookie

[noahhawthorneauthor]

for the biters.

We're solving mysteries in all of these, but if you want cozy I recommend How To Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, and Lore and Lust. The rest are a shade darker, and they're all set in the modern world. And yes, they're all spicy.

[mwphisto]

LaDs: Oddly specific headcanons I have for them.

~ I've been collecting these in my notes app for weeks now so here's a few. There is little to no canon lore backing for any of these... just my personal thoughts and totally not self projections for some of them idk what you mean.

Xavier has a sensitive nose and will sneeze because of your perfume. You either have to find super natural skin scent perfumes or wear none at all because he won't stop sneezing

Zayne has more teeth with fillings than teeth that don't. It's the need for sweets paired with a busy schedule that causes him to not brush and floss as frequently as he should. Habit he's had since childhood no matter how often his parents reminded him.

Rafayel has an inhaler, he was never diagnosed with asthma but his doctor just said he "can't breathe sometimes" and the inhaler should probably help. It's because he's Lemurian.

Sylus plucks his eyebrows. That's it, that's the Headcanon.

Caleb has eczema which is why his ass is always so damn dry. He uses lotions, but they burn him and he genuinely cannot figure out why they don't help his "dry" skin. It's eczema baby.

Xavier is a nail biter, like really bad. Does it all the time without realizing, bites his nails till their bloody and then lets you put little star bandaids all over his fingers.

Zayne has a really high tolerance for spice and spicy food, he just doesn't enjoy eating it so you'd never know.

Rafayel has a gluten intolerance (same king) and it drives him insane because he treats it like being lactose intolerant and it doesn't work like that at all. He'll use his tummy issues as ways to get out of business deals Thomas is trying to make.

Sylus gets migraines, a mix of the daylight being too much and his Aether Core overworking. He hates them, hates how debilitating they are, and tries to hide them from you. Until you hear him throwing up from pain one evening and he softly confesses that his head is throbbing.

Caleb struggles with shaving his face and often has stubble. He buys the cheapest razors that cut up and burn his already dry skin and wonders why you grimace when he tries to kiss you after a fresh shave. You end up designating one day a week to shave him.

[lockedtowers]

also if we’ve written before and yall wanna be affiliates hmu

[aenramsden]

The following is not my idea; it was the original brainchild of a friend of mine named Omicron, with help from various others including EarthScorpion, TenfoldShields, @havocfett and ShintheNinja:

So, you know what I want to do one day? Run (or play in) a D&D campaign in which the Big Bad Super Dragon that is fuckoff ancient and unfathomably powerful and whose actions have shaped history and bent the course of nations and had repercussions on the whole culture and society in the region where it's set; the Bonus Special Boss for some endgame optional quest after you defeat the direct BBEG and win the campaign...

... is a white dragon.

To explain this for people not deep into 5e monster lore; D&D dragons are sapient beings, and known for their instincts and tendencies, and whenever you meet an big evil dragon that's really old it's usually this ancient creature of terrible intellect Smaug-ing it up all over the place.

Except white dragons are fucking stupid. Like, they're still capable of speech and thought! They're just… feral, hungry morons. And you almost never see them portrayed as ancient wyrms for that reason; they lack majesty. Critical Role did it, yes, but even then, Vorugal is explicitly the most bestial member of the Chroma Conclave, and the others are the more intelligent planners and long-term threats. An ancient white as a nation-defining endboss, though; not a thug for a smarter master but as the strongest and biggest threat around is just not the sort of thing you tend to see.

Adventurers: "Oh wise Therunax the Munificent, gold dragon of Law and Good, what can you tell us adventurers of the evil dragons which rule this land?" Therunax the Munificent, 500-year old Gold Dragon: "Good adventurers, know this: this land is torn apart by the evil of Tiamat's spawn. The eastern marches are the dwelling of Furinar the Plague-Bringer, black dragoness whose hoard is a thousand sicknesses contained in the body of her tributes. The southern volcanic mountains are the roosting of Angrar the Wrathful, the fiery red dragon, who brings magmatic fury on all who do not worship him. And the northern peaks are home to Face-Biter Mike, the oldest and most powerful of all, of whom I dread to speak." Adventurers: "F-Face-Biter Mike???" Therunax: "Oh yes, verily indeed; two thousand years has Mike lived, and his eyes have seen the rise and fall of five empires, and a hundred and score champions have sought to slay him; and each and every one he bit their fucking face off."

Like... I want to see a campaign where Face-Biter Mike is genuinely the most powerful dragon in the region, if not the entire world. Where sometimes he descends on a city to grab himself some meatsicles and causes a localised ice age by the beat of his vast wings and the frigid wastes of his mighty breath and by the chill his mere presence brings to everything for miles around him, and everyone just has to deal with that for the next decade. An entire era of civilization comes to an end, an empire falls, tens of thousands starve in the winter, all because Mike wanted a snack. Where his hoard is an unfathomably vast mass of jewels and artefacts and precious stones frozen in an unmelting glacier, except he is a nouveau riche idiot with fuckall appraising skill, so half of his hoard is coloured glass or worthless knicknacks, and he doesn't give a shit.

"Your Draconic Majesty, this crown is… It's pyrite." "Yeah, well, it's brighter than this dusty old thing made out of real gold, it's my new best treasure. Throw the other one away." "…throw the Burnished Tiara of Bahamut, forged in the First Age of Man, your majesty???" "See? I can't even remember its fucking name." "But my lord-" "DO YOU WANT TO BE A MEATSICLE" "…I will fetch a trash bag, your majesty."

But at the same time, he's not stupid, he's just simple, and in some ways that makes him more dangerous than the usual kinds of scheming Big Bad you see in these things, while simultaneously justifying why Orcus remains on his throne (because he's lazy). Face-Biter Mike doesn't make convoluted plans or run labyrinthine schemes; he just has a talent for violence and a pragmatic, straightforward approach to turning any kind of problem he struggles with into a problem that can be resolved with violence. Face-Biter Mike has one talent and it's horrifying physical power, so his approach to any complicated problem is "how do I turn this into a situation where I can fly down and bite this dude's face off?" with absolutely no regard for the collateral damage or consequences of doing so, because those are also things he can turn into face-bitable problems.

"My lord, the dread necromancer Nikodemion is using his undead dragons to attempt a conquest of the eastern kingdom; his agents are everywhere, his plans are centuries in the making, what can we do against such a mastermind?" "I'm gonna fly over the capital and eat the eastern king." "M-my lord???" "The kingdom will collapse without leadership, Nikodemion will win his war, he'll take the capital and crown himself king." "And that helps us… how?" "Once he does I'll fly over to the capital and eat him." "…" "This is why you advisors all suck. You're all about convoluted plans when the only thing I need to win is know where my enemy is so I can fly down there and eat him. Stop overthinking things."

And, like, yeah, it's a simplistic plan, but when you're several hundred tons of nigh invincible magical death, you don't need brilliant strategy; the smartest way to win a war is, in this case, the simplest. He's not even all that clever at figuring out the consequences of face-biting, he's just memorised the common consequences of doing so.

(If you want to go all in on Mike being the major mover and shaker in the region; Nikodemion only even has a pet zombie dragon because Mike killed the last dragon to show up and contest his turf but wasn't going to eat a whole dragon by himself. Nikodemion got to stick around and amass that much power because Mike ate the Hero of the Realm while he was adventuring because he figured the Hero would come and try to slay him at some point. Nikodemion got started because Mike ate half the leadership of the Academy of High Magic who typically keep evil wizards and necromancers in check. And then eventually this product of Mike's casual, careless actions becomes a big enough problem to bother Mike personally, at which point Mike eats him too.)

He doesn't even really fail upwards, either! He is regularly reduced to nothing but the glacier he stores his hoard in, but he's Face-Biter Mike so nobody wants to commit to actually ending him forever lest they get their faces bitten the fuck off. And his hoard's in a huge-ass magical glacier so nobody can get to it without running into the Invading Russia problem; it's hard to wage war when everything is frozen over and you're both starving and freezing to death. Once he's been beaten back to his central lair and has lost all his holdings… I mean, he's still a problem, but he's a far away problem. So he loses his assets and spends a decade in a cave brooding it up while no one dares risk trying to actually kill him, and then a generation or two later he flies down to a kobold colony and gets himself some minions, or a dragon-worshipping mage comes to offer his service against a pittance from his hoard, or a particularly stupid cult starts thinking they can get in good with him and leech off his power, and then he's (hah) snowballing again.

He's also got a very… well, the kind of weird Charisma that Grineer bosses do. Like Sargas Ruk, who's a malformed idiot, but oddly charismatic. As he's a dragon, that makes him a natural sorcerer and thus Charisma is all he needs. He's pretty relaxed when he isn't in a face-biting mood, and he's kind of infectiously optimistic, because his life has taught him that he will succeed as long as he perseveres. So he just believes it.

And sometimes that's really refreshing to work for, as an evil minion of darkness! It's like, you're coming to your Evil Dragon Lord with terrible news; you've worked for evil overlords before, you know how it goes. You fall to your knees weeping and tell him that you've failed to seize the incredibly powerful magical artifact, you think your life is forfeit. And he's just like "Eh, it's okay, these things are all over the place. Better luck next time. You remember the guy who took it, right?" and you go "Y-yes, oh great lord!" and he's like "Sweet tell me his name later and I'll grab it" and then eats a frozen adventurer he kept around as a snack.

His followers tend to quickly realise that if they fail him, bringing some temple's silver or a sack of brightly coloured beads or a couple of dead cows means he's super forgiving because at least he's got something out of the day. "Oh boy, cows? It's been forever since I had those, ever since the Orc Steppe Nomads took over it's all about goats and onions. Today is a good day." He's a master of delegation by dragon standards, in that he just tells you "Just go get it done, I don't care how" rather than micromanaging you and constantly appearing as an image in smoke or taking over your campfire.

The key part of Face-Biter Mike as a threat to players (because he exists in the context of a D&D campaign) works well in that you can rely on several known quantities:

He will not pull sneaky shit that you don't see coming

He will not make convoluted plans that you must work to unravel

He will consistently attempt to come down and wreck you personally if he finds the opportunity and you are a threat to him

You cannot fight him head-on (at least not until the last leg of the campaign, and ideally as an optional boss rather than mandatory)

So as long as you are good at staying under the radar, thwarting his minions (whom he gives broad orders to with almost zero oversight) and not putting yourself in face-biting range, you can deal with him. If you succeed, it won't be the first time Mike has lost his assets and had to go brood in his glacier for a decade or two before rebuilding. It happens; he can deal with it. And that's a win for you within the context of a single campaign, so take the win.

And if you're not going to use him as an enemy, he works pretty well as a quest-giver, too! The costs for failure are obvious and straightforward, and "do whatever, just get me mine" means that players have a lot of freedom in accomplishing their goals. As far as evil overlords go he is actually one of the least dangerous to work for; his pride is relatively subdued by draconic standards, his goals are simple and typically achievable, and he is easily pleased.

(There's also a good chance he is the forefather of any draconic sorcerer in your party, because Face Biter Mike is a deadbeat dad.)

[i-bite-vocaloids-official]

Fun biter fact if you're ever just feeling real low.

I can send email

[deerspherestudios]

🔍 QNA MASTERLIST (PT.3) 🔎

This masterlist covers Mychael's reactions to different MCs.

📍 For part 1, it's [HERE] for abilities, romantic/yandere traits and his opinion on kids. 📍 For part 2, it's [HERE] for anatomy. 📍 For part 4, it's [HERE] for general lore. 📍 For part 5, it's [HERE] for Mychael's favorite things, experience with holidays and MR!Mychael.

How would Mychael react to...❔

MC stealing and wearing his sweaters.

MC asking him to teach them how to knit. + his teaching style.

MC asking to style his hair.

MC who's a LOT shorter.

MC who presents as a femboy.

MC already in a relationship (before catching feelings) + (after catching feelings).

MC feeding him while he knits.

MC 'sandwiching' him.

MC celebrating his birthday/the day they met.

MC that snores.

MC that asks to research about his kind.

MC introducing him to a friend.

MC getting sick. MC getting sick to the point of tears.

MC being physically affectionate (as of Day 1).

MC taking care of him when he's sick.

MC hugging him when he's sick.

MC having pretty acrylic nails.

MC leaving and not returning by midnight.

MC having piercings and tattoos (same post as above)

MC wanting to stay with him.

MC needing daily meds. + dev ramble under cut

MC with ADHD. + his thoughts on it

MC accurately reading his past from a tarot.

MC baking him a (terrible) apple pie.

MC dressing him up and putting makeup on him.

MC that self harms (TW: mentions of self-harm).

MC that sleepwalks.

MC who's very curious about him. A little too curious.

MC with a comfort plush they bring everywhere.

MC going through their menstrual cycle.

MC who doesn't do eye contact.

MC touching his horns out of nowhere.

MC gifting him anything (yes, anything).

MC brought a kid with them (or pregnant).

MC falling for him first (as of Day 2).

MC with vocal stims.

MC holding a mirror to his face and calling him beautiful indirectly.

MC saving him after Ending 2: You Monster.

MC who's a yandere.

MC giving him a bath bomb.

MC terrified of birds (and his chickens).

MC with dietary restrictions.

MC fond of "that's what she said" jokes.

MC who is nonverbal.

MC who is rude and passive-aggressive.

MC giving him a shoulder massage.

MC who does taxidermy.

How would Mychael react to... (cont.)❔

MC who is aromantic + MC that swears.

MC teasing about his looks.

MC inviting him to a roadtrip + MAJOR SPOILERS.

MC wearing teeth braces.

MC with a high libido (assuming they're together).

MC that is religious.

MC being hostile to everyone but him.

MC playfully speaking their language in Day 3.

MC crying after his outburst in Day 3.

MC who is a wheelchair user (tw: accidental ableism(?)).

MC who has insomnia.

MC flirting with someone when they're dating.

MC that needs sexual intimacy.

MC is a spice lover and cooked something spicy for him.

MC who is a chronic nail-biter.

MC having trouble pronouncing his name.

MC bringing him to an aquarium.

MC being Vida (the neighbor).

[paper-starz]

Yarnaby and the yittens!!!

OHHHHH THESE GUYS WERE SO FUN TO MAKE!!!

Also meet the yittens, they kinda replace the nightmare critters?? Kinda?? Theyre lil ankle biters <3,,,,

Also, turning this redesign thingy into an AU! its called Playtime Park now hehehe

Anyways rewritten lore below!

Yarnaby was originally released as part of a wildlife conservation campaign in the 1970s, but due to his sheer popularity (especially with the kiddos), Playtime Co. decided to release an entirely new toy brand called the "Yarnimals", where profits made from this toy line would be donated to wildlife conservations.

Yarnaby was then added to the "Playtime Park" mascot roster soon after, where he would reside in "Yarnaby's Knitting Club" station. There, he and his handler would teach kids how to knit teeny tiny versions of him, often called a "knitten".

Unfortunatly, knittens were often forgotten, discarded, or even thrown away by their owners, but don't worry! Most of the knittens were taken in by Yarnaby, forming his own lil pride. (Perhaps the knittens being an extra $20 dollars has something to do with it...)

But despite the knittens being an extra $20, Yarnaby's station was pretty popular with the kids and adults alike, with the kids happily exclaiming that they were so glad that "yarnaby was super duper soft!" Yarnaby is also trained not to say a word while he's playing with the littler guests, so parents don't have to worry about Yarnaby roaring and scaring them! (He couldn't roar even if he wanted too... Poor fella was never given a voicebox when he was created...)

So please, if you're able, head on down to Playtime Park to meet your favorite toys from Playtime Co.!

Huggy, Kissy, and Doey redesigns More Doey redesigns

Little Miss Long Legs

[iguanodont]

Introducing a new birg culture, and the reason the Twowi go to such lengths to cross the icy equator with their cargoes of rare metal and pungent gall-spice. The Ss’wassoum are a wealthy empire based on the far southern coast, where the sea-ice melts more quickly in the spring and its people first built their wealth on the sea-harvest. Their language is heavy on harmonized syllables, which lends their speech a distinctive musical quality. Family units are smaller than the fiercely clannish Twowi, and the gender divide is less rigid, though still distinctly matriarchal. Some of their most lucrative raw exports are refined tree-plastics and sea-silk, which is valued for fine textiles.

While the Twowi run on highly specialized industrial clan-towns, the Ss’wassoum exist in more diverse cities, though the class divide is impossible to ignore. The nobility are loud of dress and voice, with their ornate refined plastic head-dresses, vividly patterned veils, and resonators worn over the rear spiracles to enhance their voices. But despite all the attention they draw to themselves, their faces are always covered; to be perceived as gray-furred mortals akin to any commoner is inconceivable. They walk the streets as living demigods. Just below the nobility are the merchant class, which may approach their influence in wealth and education but are legally barred from the elaborate headwear and home exteriors of their superiors. Instead they adorn the insides of their homes with the latest in art and technology, particularly elaborate electric light fixtures crafted from imported Twowi metal. Commoners wear little at all in the sunny months, save for the occasional beaded sash and brass mandible-cuffs. Sailors and other hard laborers frequently adorn their bodies with scarified and dyed patterns to mark themselves for the goodwill of protective gods.

The Ss’wassoum government does implement a standardized education system of sorts, though only those of the upper class can test or pay their way into the finest schools, where they can master the high dialect and the art of Opinion. Historically, etiquette laws forbade the discussion of controversial topics in public spaces; these were reserved for halls of judgement. The rule is more of a social taboo these days, but an ancient loophole ruled that written forms of debate could be presented anywhere, and with the subsequent invention of movable type, a colorful written debate culture flourished. Wherever there is a public bulletin, a cafe wall, a blank space where people gather, you fill find posted essays on anything from the hypocrisy of the noble class to a long winded treatise on the merits of toe-biter clams. It is not uncommon for a debate topic to outlive the original essayists, as hills are chosen to literally die on are then proudly upheld by the writer’s descendants. So ingrained into Ss’wassoum society is this debate culture, that committed debate rivals may be legally recognized as a marriage-like partnership. Though the Ss’wassoum carry no expectations of monogamy to a reproductive partner, the correlation between rivalry and mating season partners does not go unnoticed. As a general rule, a worldly and strongly opinionated individual is more attractive.

Big thanks to @primalmuckygoop for pitching so many great ideas for these guys, including most of the lore on their debate culture, and the very name of this civilization!

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[joonebugg]

I used to be a dsmp fan💀💀💀I watched all the lore and I had some of my own designs and everything😭

Is it a safe space to admit something guys?

[eph3merall]

some loser!reader lore , but in headcanon form. and headcanons of her in general.

lil longer than i intended for this to be, but fuck it we ball

loser!reader . . .

ೀ ; despises social settings due to a party when she was little. everyone ended up getting too close, bombing her with questions and giving her no room to answer. there were too many people around her, making it feel suffocating—like she was trapped.

ೀ ; has the talent but not the passion for her hobbies. she enjoys art here and there, whether it's drawings and sketches or paintings or even things like photography. she's had so much free time as a child, she taught herself ways to entertain. she's good at drawing, etching out scratchy lines yet they come together so perfectly in the end. but she'll get burnt out, get bored of the activity, or take so many ridiculous 'break's.

ೀ ; gets off track on things a lot. she'll be talking to someone and say something that reminds her of something else, then continue to talk about that and then eventually get back to her main point and by then the person who's she talking with is trying to leave or bored out of their minds.

ೀ ; has this constant guilt in her chest like everything that's went wrong is her fault. she doesn't want to be like this at all, since it makes her apologize every second and she hates the look on people's faces when she does so. namely, chris. chris hates whenever she'd mumble a little 'sorry' for something that just wasn't her fault, resulting in arguments and far too many tears for either of their liking.

ೀ ; often forgets to take care of herself. chris isnt the type to remind her either, nor were her parents. so you'll find her skipping meals, not resting, not having the motivation to do much of anything. she'll resort to marijuana at times like this, and that isn't ever a good idea because it just makes her feel worse.

ೀ ; got picked on as a little kid. those popular kids with their long blonde hair, light up sneakers, and bright clothing. it wasn't like she didn't want to be friends with them, of course she did. she had an unmistakable habit of seeing the good in everyone, even when there wasn't much 'good' to go off of. those girls would laugh in her face, sit at their little round table and gossip about her while she was sitting on that rainbow carpet with a book in her lap. she never understood why.

ೀ ; has a rough relationship with her parents. it's not like they're out of the picture, because they aren't. but whenever she gets reminded of her mom or dad, good memories flood her mind before getting drowned out with the bad ones. constant arguments, hateful eyes, annoyed voices. the beer bottles and rolled joints perched on the kitchen table, practically having to wade through trash to even get to a different room. her childhood cat, her mom ending up selling it because she complained that it was 'taking up space and a waste of money'.

ೀ ; doesn't have all bad memories about her parents though. she'd remember how they'd always feed her obsession of reading and books in general, getting her new ones and buying the next one in a series she enjoyed for her birthday. her mom would rearrange her plushies since she never made her bed, making sure they always returned to their original position. her dad used to take her outside, bundled up in layers and a thick scarf to sit on their porch and watch the snow fall or the occasional shooting stars. her mom would always let her hold onto her hand, even when she was driving, and had to lean her arm back to let loser!reader wrap little fingers around her mom's pointer. all those memories were all a little bittersweet, making her chest hurt but her lips wobble into a little smile.

ೀ ; constantly has the need to pick at something. whether it's the skin on her lips or her cuticles. she was a nail biter as a kid, and her mom used to paint clear nail polish on to try and stop her biting. it never worked, and she enjoyed the taste of the polish kinda. but as she grew up, the taste and feel of her nails felt icky in her mouth and she resorted to skin. the cuticles on her thumbs are always, always in bad shape. maybe they're halfway healed, but they're at least a little ripped up everyday. her lips are in the same boat, red and abused. they sting a little whenever she eats or runs her tongue over them, but it only happens in the worst scenarios, usually when her lip started bleeding.

ೀ ; doodles in class. always with pen, never with pencil. her go to is little sleepy cats. sometimes she catches herself sketching chris' face, with a hat on his head and curls peeking out from under the brim. but always, before she finished his face, it gets scratched out.

ೀ ; is so picky. dislikes a lot of food she enjoyed as a child, and some things are just a sensory nightmare for her. she despises things like pickles and olives, and she's never enjoyed sushi or much seafood either.

ೀ ; rocks eyebags no matter how much sleep she's gotten for the day. there will always be eyebags under her eyes, maybe some days they're more noticeable than others—but you won't ever see them really disappear or anything.

ೀ ; loves walks. she'll take a stroll in the woods with a pair of headphones on, sometimes the crunch of leaves filters in through the loud music, and she finds comfort in the sound. she enjoys her own time, absolutely adores the quiet. unlike fratboy!chris, who prefers the atmosphere of parties. but, then again, loser!reader wont always go out. she does prefer staying inside, but when she has the energy and motivation she'll go out for a twenty or so minute walk.

ೀ ; was obsessed with wars as a child. not even in a weird way, she found everything just so fascinating. 'why did so and so do this?' 'what caused this war?' 'could it have been prevented?' fixated on the cold war for a little while, that being one of the only things she wanted to talk to people about before her parents told her to 'quit it' because it was 'creepy and weird'.

ೀ ; has gotten bullied for many of her interests before.

ೀ ; who always has a messy desk. everything else could be somewhat clean, but her desk and drawers are always messy and she kind of hates it sometimes. will try to clean them, fail, and tell herself she'll do it 'later'.

ೀ ; always pretends to not care when fratboy!chris is mean to her or something. she's always been told to stop crying or has been turned away whenever she seeks out affection and comfort—chris doing the same. so she just nods her head and laughs along with him or the group, hating the way her throat would tighten up and she'd grow all tense.

ೀ ; is horrible at keeping conversations flowing. it's one of the reasons its so hard for her to keep friends as well, she just doesn't click with people like she did with that one special person. it's not like she cant talk to people, but when the conversation starts dying its almost impossible for her to revive it.

ೀ ; gets burnt out easily. it's not like she isn't smart, because she really is. her grades reflect it for the first month or two of the semester, then they slowly and gradually drop down to D's and sometimes the occasional F before she's scrambling to finish all her work to try and bring the grades back up.

ೀ ; wishes she could get her emotions under control more easily. she has major mood swings and her emotions will flip around a lot depending on who's she with and what's happened during the day. she'll snap at people without having the desire to, rushing to apologize as that familiar seed of guilt plants itself in her chest even after the person reassures her that it's truly okay.

ೀ ; loves jewelry, but hates the amount of time it takes to remove everything once she's finished with her classes or back in her dorm for the night. she's practically itching to get the necklace off around her neck that feels like it's choking her in a way, to rid herself of the rings that suddenly feel like they're suffocating her fingers. her bracelets suddenly feel too tight around her wrists and she'll shed them off, only to put them back on the next day with maybe a little variety / some differences.

ೀ ; unfortunately loves (or loved) almost everyone and everything she's befriended at least once.

ೀ ; is so unsure of why fratboy!chris hangs out with her. it baffles her everyday, because she was her, and chris was chris. of course she won't complain, but it always manages to strike confusion in her.

ೀ ; asks silly questions randomly when around people she's comfortable with. 'do you ever wonder ... ?' 'what color do i remind you of?' 'imagine i turned into your least favorite thing ever and you had to be my friend for years to turn me back, would you do it yes or no?'

ೀ ; assigns people she cares about colors, seasons, candy flavors, with very detailed explanations too. 'not everyone likes sour candy, but people usually just need to give it a try and it ends up being a lot if people's favorite in the end.'

ೀ ; sometimes wonders why her generosity never gets repayed. but then she feels guilty and selfish for even thinking like that, suddenly getting all nervous since she hates being mean. she's almost immediately lighting a smoke or trying to distract herself.

ೀ ; pretends to not notice the glances and glares she gets whenever shes with fratboy!chris. if she stays blissfully unaware of it, it's like it never even happened and she can pretend that group of girls isnt about to try and swoop in to get chris in their bed.

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[noir-bug]

Sam and Max My Little Pony AU!

I got some lore and a looooong list of names under the cut.

Sample Space got his cutie mark for magical engineering, the invention and upkeep of any machine in the pony world that runs off magic. (Think Flim and Flam's cider squeezer or Tank's helicopter) He later decided he wanted a different talent, so he changed his name to Ace Shamus and founded the freelance police. He created the Desoto, a magic-powered speed wagon.

Maximum Damage got his cutie mark for random destruction and violence. He followed Ace in becoming freelance police so he could continue his streak of mayhem.

Sample and Maximum call each other Sam and Max. They are the only ones allowed to use those nicknames.

Names Main Sam- Ace Shamus, Unicorn (Real name, Sample Space) Max- Maximum Damage, Earth Pony

Cartoon Geek- Tech Savvy, Unicorn Granny Ruth- Iron Maiden, Unicorn Lorne- Page-Turner, Earth Pony John- Bite Force, Griffon

S1 Sybil- Patchwork, Unicorn, Talent is being a jack of all trades Bosco- Circuit Breaker, Unicorn Jimmy Two-Teeth- Rat Bastard Shady Sales, Earth Pony Specs- Specs, Pegasus (Real name, Owl Feather) Whizzer- Whizzer, Pegasus (Real name, Duck Feather) Peepers- Peepers, Pegasus (Real name, Peacock Feather) Brady Culture- Culture Shock, Earth Pony Myra- Hot Gossip, Earth Pony The Director- Spotlight, Pegasus Philo Pennyworth- Mr. Featherly, Pegasus Leonard Steakcharmer- Card Shark, Earth Pony Harry Moleman- Rock Bottom, goes by Rocky, Earth Pony Agent Superball- Superball, Earth Pony (Real name, Ingress) Abraham Lincoln- Railsplitter, Earth Pony The C.O.P.S.- Dial Tone, Big Blast, Floppy Disk, Chiptune, All Unicorns Hugh Bliss- True Bliss, "Earth" Pony

S2 Flint Paper- Rough & Tumble, Earth Pony Girl Stinky- Mare Stinky, Earth Pony (Secretly Sea Pony) (Real Name, Shifty Current) Grandpa Stinky- Grandpa Stinky, Earth Pony (No Known Real Name) Momma Bosco- Momma Breaker, Unicorn Santa- Santa, Alicorn Jurgen- Nightwing, Bat Pony (Real name, Dusty Tome) T.H.E.M.- Merry Band, Unicorn Timmy Two-Teeth- Ankle Biter, Earth Pony Satan- Satan, Alicorn

S3 Skun-ka'pe- Skun-ka'pe, "Earth" Pony Sameth- Sample Size, Unicorn Maximus- Maximum Impact, Earth Pony Anton Papierwaite- Papyrus Scroll, Unicorn Sammun-Mak- Sovereign Crown, Pegasus Sal- Sous Chef, Unicorn Sam Jr.- Sample Jr., Unicorn

[gghero]

this ankle biter can fit so much twisted insane lore (forced to do the torture labyrinth) (gamer)

Ive known for a while about the Gordain's Game stuff and uh. well I have my thoughts on revealing crucial information like that in complementary material because WHAT do you meannn theres possibly a layer of cycles of abuse to his character in addition to the Everything Else thats wrong with him and its NOT in the source material. But regardless Ive been rotating the idea in my mind ever since

the q&a doesnt say how old he was when he was kidnapped but it would fitting if it happened in his formative years considering how badly it must have fucked him up so I think 13 or 14 makes sense. dunno how well that works with the established lore but oh well

I also love love love the idea of his bracelet number being [5] ever since I read cat's cradle by pengychan (ao3) because numeric determinism is cool‼️

the gamer thing is uhhh yeah pretty self-explanatory