#it’s for angst purposes

[pocketfulofvoices]

hey guys. glenn talks time >:3c

the only way i can think about yv boys normally is by making an entire spiderverse with multiple versions of the boys.

and like, the concept of storyteller finn itself opens up the possibility of a multiverse in the yv universe (the autism is winning) just based on like,,, well, his whole character and story, and the big finale in bittersweet chapter 3. i think about that a lot.

anywho, here are some sillies abt the

the yuuriverse (i don’t have much to work with when it comes to naming this)

he knows damn well that he’s supposed to be spider-man but one seth has a mothman-based outfit. (which is more so fitting bc i based that one off of a brown recluse) (kinda planned it out but at the same time i’m like, “now how did we get here”)

i saw someone’s spidersona be named pastel spider and while that would have been perfect for al(and ofc spider-punk is taken too) (won’t stop me w that one though. multiverse, baby), i didn’t wanna be accused of stealing so i’m kinda just going with spider-candy for now

auron being so very prowlercore (kinda like itsv, he’s kinda the uncle ben in this situation bc auron’s listener is spider-man in this universe and it’s good angst idk what else to say) (no i’m not kidding when i said i’m making multiples)

storyteller finn is the spot (going off of the vibe atsv gave. like, the big bad)

since al has a plush, that ofc meant he gets a plush universe. spider-candy plush.

not a big jesse fan but i couldn’t resist the urge to have her be spider-milf in one universe

spider-demon sounded really cool (big red my wife)

faust (in the oh series for him) has very green goblin energy so,, hehe,, pastel goblin perhaps :3c

al and seth would be too powerful as a spider-duo so legally i am required to make angst /hj

seth, how does it feel that most of your canon events is your mom leaving you like, 2 decades before you even became a spider-person /lhj (this is how i treat my favs)

i don’t have a lot for finn, but he and jack have very miles and ganke energy /pos

anywho y’all should totally join me and make a spiderverse yv boy,, or your listeners can be spider-people too,, make lore !! do it !! /nf

and now the doodles (art tag is trending, i need to take advantage of that for the side blog /lh)

[mobius-m-mobius]

#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

[onionninjasstuff]

Part 2

[fangirloverlode]

Idk if this is the best place to ask, but I had a fic idea, and I have a legal question I can’t find a clear answer to. In an American court, is a jury member considered impartial if they know the defendant's lawyer/s? Either as a close friend or as an unmarried significant other the lawyer doesn’t live with.

[pocketgalaxies]

I'm alive because they made me alive. It's the connections that I made with all of them, and it's a feeling of joy. I'm happy to do this. (insp. via @igotublue)

[circotriste]

sometimes the only person available to give you encouragement is yourself

"give me a bright smile!"

[gaytedlasso]

there’s never enough time.

~

3rd anniversary of canon destiel

Nov 5, 2020

[fu-cough]

you should find another guiding light, guiding light, but i shine so bright~ // adrien agreste doodle

[mintytrifecta]

So is Spiders-Man going to show up or what 

[bleue-flora]

Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.

“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”

{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}

[poopyboiman]

A while ago you made a post abt neurodivergent headcanons for the TF2 characters, and included Medic having chronic mania/hallucinations. As someone who experiences those very things I’ve been wanting to hear further on your thoughts surrounding this headcanon (that I share myself :D). If you’re up for/comfortable with writing abt it, I can understand if you’re not :) Still! I wanted to say I enjoyed seeing a headcanon abt medic dealing with psychosis that wasn’t an angst fest or “grr scary and evil!!!” Type deal

I feel the same way I'm exhausted of seeing psychosis always get demonized (that headcanon was basically just me projecting on my favorite little guy) also i have been dying for an excuse to expand on this headcanon so thank you anon!!!!

as said in my previous post medic has hallucinations on the daily, mostly minor auditory stuff

I don't think he would be freaked out by his hallucinations, he'd be fascinated by them and he would want to study them (he follows cartoon logic: he hallucinates a big scary monster and he sticks his head in its maws and marvels at its teeth)

sometimes tho he gets too wrapped up in his hallucinations and has a hard time separating what's real from what isn't and that's where Archimedes comes in

medic trained him to pick up on certain cues to which he responds by perching on his shoulder and applying pressure therapy by pressing on the side of his neck

other times he tries to get medic to pet him to distract him and make him focus on something soothing instead

occasionally tho it's better to ask the other mercs for help and he just goes up to them and straight up asks them if what he's seeing is real

he's told them of his situation and they are all pretty used to it at this point (also this is probably one of the more normal things about the guy who sews animal organs into people)

although sometimes when he's alone with scout he gets to have a little fun with it: he gets really close to him, stares into his soul with his cold blue eyes, points at the nearest corner and goes "do you see zhe grinning man?"

medic has put the fear of god in scout for the funnies and scout has shit himself on numerous occasions

he just likes to be silly in true medic fashion

here are some silly sketches about this headcanon

Scout pov:

How scout sleeps since medic started pulling these pranks

[albaqae]

Me when cass apocalyptic au fanart becomes more like a me-to-me therapy session <33

We internalizing we getting better we growing!!!!

[starflungwaddledee]

💘 happy valentine's day! 💘

[tornado1992]

Do you guys think that Sonic has scars?

Not like Tails’, definitely not like those. Tails’ scars are from ripping fur, burning flesh, badly healed broken bones, deep cuts, and stuff he doesn’t even remember, from before he even met Sonic and started fighting Eggman. So many scars. He’s covered in them, his fur hides them, so he’s lucky that his tails are the fluffiest part of him, that’s where he has the most scars, hes not exactly ashamed of his scars, they show what he’s survived, they show that he came through all that. But still, most of them are a painful reminder that he had to survive, not live, survive.

Now Sonic… Sonic has very few scars, almost none of them from fights or Eggman encounters, his dumb bots couldn’t ever dream of hurting him, he was way too fast for that, way too strong. So they’re not from those fights, no, they’re from something completely different.

All the baby fox fangs marks in his hands, all the deep scratches from tiny little claws in his chest and the back of his arms, all the little cuts close to his face, all of them.

Sonic is proud of those scars.

He’s proud of those scars, because each and every of those scars are a reminder that he baby fox that caused them survived, because every time Sonic bled because of that kid, it was worth it.

Because he tried to bathe him when he was more blood and mud than fur. Because he forced him to take medicine when he was sick. Because he hugged him every time he had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up even if it meant he would instinctively try to hurt him in the process. Because he held him and didn’t let go even when he felt tiny claws digging and ripping in his skin.

Those scars meant his little brother still wanted to survive. Those scars meant Sonic did everything to make sure he would live.

He’s proud of those scars.

[lemonwrap]

Imagine: Jackalope hybrid Ghost.

Except…nobody knows he’s a jackalope hybrid, because Roba sawed off his antlers. Everyone thinks Ghost is just a regular rabbit hybrid. Not even his captain, Price, knows.

Ghost doesn’t tell a soul what had happened to him all those years ago. Sure, Price knows he had been tortured, and Ghost has some nasty scars, but he wears the mask anyway, so it’s not as if they’re visible.

It had taken Ghost some time to get used to the lack of weight on his head after he killed Roba and escaped, for the stumps to stop leaking blood, and for the pain to fade. It left him feeling unbalanced and strange, but that wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was the shame. He had been proud of his antlers, loved keeping them clean and polished, loved the way they looked, loved that they could be dangerous if he wanted them to be.

He started wearing the mask just to make sure nobody would ever glimpse the small stumps left on his head, hidden in his blonde hair, as well as to hide the deep Glasgow smile he had been given.

He doesn’t tell Soap about his lack of antlers, even when they grow closer, even when Ghost finally pulls his mask off his head and over his long brown ears to kiss Soap for the first time. The dog hybrid’s tail had been wagging madly when they parted.

Then, Soap, his hand on his cheek, had moved up to pet his ears, much too close to the stumps. Ghost had ducked away, and Soap’s tail had slowed, disheartened. Soap had attributed his skittishness to typical rabbit nature, and Ghost let him think that. Afterwards, Ghost had grown his hair out even longer, just to make absolutely sure that it covered the stumps on the rare occasion he took off his mask.

Soap was one of the only people he took the mask off for, but he was also the person Ghost definitely didn’t want finding out about his antlers. It was a risky game he played.

Sometimes, it took a slight strain on their relationship. Ghost is extremely testy about Soap touching his ears and hair, as it’s much too close to the stumps he’s trying to conceal. When they have sex, Ghost doesn’t let Soap too close to his hair, and he had once nearly bitten Soap’s dick off during a blowjob when Soap’s hand had instinctively gone for the blonde locks. He prefers to initiate contact, and usually doesn’t cuddle much with Soap or hug him, despite the other hybrid’s clear longing for physical contact.

It’s not that Ghost doesn’t want to, he just can’t. He can’t let Soap know. What would he think?

Soap doesn’t find out until years after they met. They’re sharing Ghost’s bed in his private quarters—the perks of being a lieutenant. Ghost is tired, having come home from a mission just hours earlier, and he’s drifting off next to Soap, not paying attention until absentminded fingers card through his hair. He flinches awake and scrambles into a sitting position, but it’s too late.

Soap had felt one of the stumps.

“What’s that?” Soap asks, worried and startled by Ghost’s sudden reaction. He sits up as well.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ghost deflects. He wants to be upset that Soap had touched him, but he knows Soap didn’t mean it in a bad way, knows Soap would never purposely hurt or upset him. Despite that, his chest burns with a hot, deep shame, and he isn’t sure if he wants to run or punch Soap’s teeth in.

He doesn’t do either. He freezes. He hasn’t done that in ages.

“You didn’t get hurt on the mission, did you?” Soap asks, leveling him with a searching gaze.

“No,” Ghost says. Soap is much too close, so close that he can probably see the microexpressions that tell him that Ghost is hiding something.

“Liar,” Soap says softly, and he reaches his hand up.

Ghost’s large ears flatten, and he feels that fear he thought he had trained out of himself so long ago rise in him when Soap’s hand meets his hair. He stiffens, wanting to push Soap away but knowing the sergeant never drops something if he thinks it’s important, and that he’ll just be delaying the inevitable discovery.

Soap’s hand finds one of the stumps, and his fingertips brush across the hard, flattened surface. His expression changes from slight worry, to confusion, and then to sadness, his own ears drooping slightly.

“Simon,” he says, “Are they—?”

“They’re antlers,” Ghost admits quietly. “Were antlers.”

Soap is silent for a moment. He lowers his hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Soap finally asks. Not accusing, exactly, just concerned, maybe a little hurt.

“I didn’t tell anybody,” Ghost replies.

“Oh, Si,” Soap whispers, taking his hand and squeezing it. “You could’ve. It doesn’t change anything.”

Ghost hadn’t slept for the rest of the night, and had fled the room before Soap woke up. He had avoided Soap for days, and when Soap finally caught him, Ghost had refused to take off his mask. It took some time before he felt confident enough to remove it, safe enough to let Soap near his head.

Soap apologized. He apologized again when Ghost accepted the original apology. Ghost accepted that one, too. He’s not overly upset with Soap, just mortified. But his fear of Soap being upset, mocking him, or being judgmental was unfounded, as Soap treats him nearly the same as before. Soap doesn’t ask him any questions about the stumps, nor does he tell anyone else about them.

He realizes that now that Soap knows, now that he’s not holding the stress of hiding it, it feels…nice. It’s a relief. It’s a relief to let Soap cuddle him and nuzzle into his hair without having to push him away, and it’s a relief to not have to lie to the person closest to him.

Ghost feels safer than he has in a long, long time.

[phosmic]

hooked up to my copium oxygen tank as we speak (x)