#just had to wash the brain out of it's hyperfixation

[aealzx]

First of all my sister is a punk. Go watch the ROTTMNT movie she says. Doesn’t matter if you don’t like it. Well naturally I went and watched the series too for context before watching the movie because heck it was good dumb popcorn stuff. But no, there’s a reason this things acronym starts with ROT. e<e

On the otherhand do ya’ll old folks like me remember that 2003 TMNT episode where Donnie got double mutated and Leo bamf just walked towards him firing tranquilizers repeatedly until he fell over? Yeah. * points at doodle * brain’s Rise version of that.

[nightcolorz]

I am once again coming into your askbox to dump my headcannons.

Armand is 100% paying for Daniel’s top surgery, the fact that he canonically spoils his lovers (*cough* night island *cough*). He definitely would be over the top (positive) about taking care of Danny post surgery too. Armand also definitely wants to examine the drains and other medical stuff :)

yk how when you get top surgery, a lot of the time your nipples loose sensation? I think once Daniel further recovered, Armand would wanna see if that’s the case for Daniel bc he’s definitely been autistically researching about this and is just waiting for the chance to start poking and prodding at Danny’s chest 💀. Daniel would also loose his mind at being examined like this bc he’s a horny freak <3 (when bae examines you like you’re gonna be dissected 🤤😍 AWOOOGA)

Also relating to Daniel’s adhd and Armand’s Autism, IMAGINE THEM WITH A SHARED HYPERFIXATION/SPECIAL INTEREST OH MY GOD!!!! this line of thought reminds me of the part in the books where Daniel is teaching Armand about the modern world, and they’re just doing a bunch of random shit together 😭 LIKE JUMPING FROM DIFFERENT FIXATIONS OHHH MY GODDDDD.

Anyways thanks for letting me ramble!! I hope you’re doing well <3 Don’t really have anything cohesive to wrap this up with other than a sensory experience I think Armand fucks with is that floral foam stuff ‼️

YAY HEADCANONS ‼️‼️‼️

omggg Armand sugar Daddying Daniel’s top surgery with his fraud money and being autistically fascinated by the medical and anatomy shit is so canonnn I love that 😭😭 Peak freak for freak omg. I need an “Armand tests Daniels post top surgery nipples out and Daniel gets horny over being treated like a test subject” fic SO BAD, anon ur so brilliant ur mind is a beautiful place.

THE SHARED FIXATION HEAD CANON IS CANON AS HELL!!! Peak neurodivergent romance is bonding over shared brain rot omg that’s so cute, so them. We know from blood and gold that Daniel def fixates on similar things to Armand (model trains definitely fall into the mundane technology realm) so they absolutely had a bunch of moments where Armand is like lover we must go to the car wash to study how the automobiles behave and Daniel is like ugh baby I’m so tired wait omg fr 😮‼️ that sounds so fucking fun let’s do this

thank u sm anon I love ur head canons <333 Armand ABSOLUTELY fucks with floral foam, beautiful incredible ten out of ten no notes

[jasongotdrip]

i had a thought. again. this may be one of my biggest yaps. +2 tiny arts included. Except it’s all horrible. It’s 2:30 am and I’m running on just straight brain power😭

wtf was charlie doing walking around during an extermination💀)

I had a daydream except it’s 2:30 am so night dream except im not really asleep but whatever. I imagined charlie found her and brought her back to the wherever and she just started YAPPING. Because she’s excited to have someone around, probably. She’s a lonely lil princess. I was thinking of a lot of different scenes this could happen in but I thought of this one the most. Charlie knows Vaggie is a “sinner” so she just casually mentions how she’s the princess, knowing (but not caring) about how most sinners disrespect her while even knowing her rank. So like she doesn’t care because she knows ‘this person won’t treat me better’. Or smth. Idk. Anyways. Keep in mind they’re not in the alley, but instead they’re… somewhere. Does charlie own the building of the hotel yet? Idk but we’ll just say yes for now because I don’t know where else they would be. Not Lucifer’s place, obviously.

but still, how/when did vaggie find out that the random girl who picked her up off the street was the literal PRINCESS OF HELL

P.s. charlie probably clipped vaggie’s hair out of her face for the sake of the bandage but i was too lazyz to draw it

CAN I JUST SAY??? CHARLIE WAS KIND OF ASS IN THE ALLEY SCENE. LIKE. WHY ARE YOU TUCKING YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR. YOU CAN NOT BE DOWN BAD ALREADY LIKE I KNOW VAGGIE IS HOT AND SMEXY BUT GODDAM. LIKE YOU FIND THIS EYELESS WOUNDED GIRL IN THE STREETS AND ONE OF YOUR FIRST REACTIONS ARE LITERALLY WATTPAD LOOKING. (*tucks hair behind ear cutely snd looks away*) LIKE SHUT UPPPPPP.. I LOVE CHAGGIE BUT… THAT JUST IRKED ME. CHARLIE WOULD BE “OH NO I HAVE TO HELP THIS PERSON BECAUSE CLEARLY THEY GOT HURT FROM THE EXTERMINATION!! I HAVE TO GET HER PATCHED UP OR SHELTERED!!” NO!?? INSTEAD, SHE JUST TURNS FRUITY. OF COURSE SHE IS FRUITY.

i am.. so sorry for that. um. Anyways.

I like to imagine Charlie took Vaggie home, washed her up and they have a slow burn starting somewhere in there. Vaggie probably listened to all Charlie’s rants and dreams, while helping her slowly kick start the hotel’s physicality. They become better friends and begin to trust each other. because like, they’re all they got. Vaggie has no where else to go and charlie has no one else as loyal as Vaggie. So naturally they become dependent. Then romance ✨

. I know what i said about charlie tucking her hair behind her ear, but she was probably just noticing how pretty she was or sum. But still, you are in the middle of a warzone honey please stop being gay for a second 😭

but who had feelings first? Charlie, maybe because she already thought vaggie was pretty. But there’s also vaggie.. like of course she’s going to grow fond of someone who picked her up and started taking care of her when no one else would. Maybe they both started at the same time lol

No one really knows when they met Angel Dust but obviously before pilot right? I thought of a funny interaction that would kind of help the feelings be more known, if they weren’t established before they met Angel. Like there definitely are feelings in the air but they’re brought to attention by something snarky Angel Dust says when they first meet

THERE ARE SOOO MANY THINGS I COULD PUT FOR HIM TO SAY BUT I JUST CHOSE THIS CUS HE DOESNT HAVE A NOSE

Vaggie: CAN YOU SMELL MY FIST IN YOUR FACE??

then chaos. But like.. charlie and vaggie think about it. Then idk. That’s as far as my brain will take me. Hyperfixations help me yap a lot but it all stops at a certain point. There are so many ways chaggie could have been developed so it’s hard to just say one. So i kinda jjst want to see how it goes and how much they’ll show us of their backstory. I’m sorry for yapping.😭😭

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

BTAS Dork Squad and also Penguin (all separately, no poly this time) have an s/o who falls incredibly ill and is bedridden for weeks. One particularly bad night, they're sitting at the bedside while their s/o is unconscious. Suddenly, an appropriately unsettling (or completely normal looking) apparition of your choice appears in the room with them. There's no question what's happening: The Reaper is here to stake their claim on the sickly s/o. But Death can be swayed. Or beaten. How do the boys react to the situation, and how would they save the reader?

BTAS Dork Squad (plus Penguin) x Reader

How ominous! They'll really have to figure out how to save their beloved! First time writing for BTAS Penguin, very exciting <3

TW: Discussions of death, religion mention

BTAS Mad Hatter

Death appears as a gentleman in fine attire and top hat. Like something out of a storybook. The only indication that he is Wrong is when he takes off his glove and reveals the skeletal bones of his hands.

Oh, no no, this simply won't do! Jervis covers your body with his, covering his face and his eyes to wash the vision of death away! Despite living within his fantasy, he's still somewhat rational. This is because of stress. Chemicals and wiring misfiring within his brain-

Yet he feels his lovers body grow cold and he whips up, looking at the Reaper, begging him to stop. The flush goes back to your feverish cheeks and he realizes this is all too real.

"What could you want? I have nothing to give of consequence!" Jervis doesn't exactly think he wants money or jewelry. Or mind control devices...

"I want them." The Reaper states, "That is what I came here for. Nothing more." Jervis wraps himself tighter around you, refusing to sit idly by- and he notices something about the gentleman. His hat is beaten. And worn.

Jervis waves his hand, "Perhaps! Perhaps I could interest you in a bit of haberdashery! Some fine fixing, as it were!"

His skill in the smallest of mechanics has given his hyperfixation for Alice in Wonderland themed clothing a definitive boost over the years. The finest threading.

A deal is made. Jervis fixes the Reapers hat and you would not be taken at this time. Through the night as you slept through fever and rattling cough, Jervis moved nimble fingers tight and steamed and molded...

In the morning dawn, you woke up. Jervis told you he was exhausted, crawling into bed with you. His fingers had several bandages and when you asked, he merely says "We had a guest in need of a hat fixing."

BTAS Scarecrow

While at first he's incredibly doubtful of the existence of this foul creature, the skeletal shadow it reaches over you makes Jon a believer. Is this some... punishment from God? Some reckoning for his past sins of wreaking fear into the hearts of man?

Is he meant to suffer his very worst fear as recompense? Is this Hell?

It is not. It is merely a trial of some sort. Death sees a chessboard and expresses interest. He'd been teaching you and playing you in the moments you were awake. Perhaps Death would like a game? A wager?

Jon is not a gambling man. What this figure might not know is that Jon has played two of the most brilliant minds in all of Gotham during their stints in Arkham- a former neuroscientist and a certified genius.

Even Death has their psychological tells. They're difficult to read, but Jonathan has had practice. Little twitches, both of them analyzing the board.

The shambling ghoul that sits across from him has no facial features. Yet, Jonathan can sense they want to win desperately. Not from wanting you, though that is a bonus. No, rather, it's a nagging fear of losing.

And that is what he needs. Faking the Reaper out, allowing them to think they've gained an upper hand for Jon to yank it out from underneath at just the right moment. Risky, but feeds into the fear and makes Death sloppy.

"Set. Match." It takes almost an hour, but Jonathan manages to beat the Reaper. His hands are trembling. His brow sweating.

Death shakes with rage and points to you in bed, "I will have them... But... not today. And one day... I will have you, too. I will not forget this." Then he disappears.

Jonathan falls asleep at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up. Your gentle hand in his hair makes his eyes flutter and you look... better. Sweet, sweet relief.

BTAS Riddler

"Oh Jonathan, if this is your idea of some tasteless joke-" it's three a.m., how did you even get in here? Edward has so much security installed, this is ridiculous- it's when the figure passes his hand over you and your skin turns a hypoxic blue that Edward panics.

You see, Death heard of a genius who made games. Self-proclaimed smartest man alive. Death has always wanted a challenge... and what better wager than the soul of one you love? Cruel, perhaps, but he's been called that many a time before.

Edward immediately takes him up on it. He'll beat you at your game, ghoul. Or, crudely stated, Game ON, bitch. With his grandiose intelligence and stratagem... Unless this spectre is somehow Batman in disguise, Edward knows he's going to win. He has to.

It's an ancient game, one Edward hasn't even heard of. Lost to the ages, Death says. It's rules and playing pieces mere ash except for what Death himself has kept. And it's rules are numerous and complex.

The playing board represents a sort of river styx. Appropriately, perhaps, the goal of the game is to wade your way out of the river before death and the other souls can take you. So it's timed as well. One player is Death. The other is the poor soul trying to escape.

"And I never lose." Death says. Edward merely responds, "Well, you've never played me."

The game lasts five hours in length. Death has an hour glass set that Edward watches in horror as each grain reminds him how close you are to dying. What he truly has to lose. But he can't let his emotions run wild.

The idea of never seeing you smile or laugh at his witticisms again- to croon and tell him you love him and that he's your genius. It spurs each moment on as he falls to what feels like constantly shifting rules.

The Reaper asks Edward as only minutes remain, "You are a man of riddles. Here's one for you: I have a beginning, but no end and I end all things that begin. What am I?"

They both know the mocking answer.

With moments to spare, The Riddler beats the game. He practically flips over the board, cheering and being generally smug. He waits to see Death's reaction.

He laughs. Waves Riddler away before shaking his hand, "Good game."

He'd heard right. And so you live through this sickness. Edward looks forward to making you laugh for years to come.

BTAS Penguin

The figure who approaches your bedside is no private doctor or nurse. Penguin questions her, his eyelids swollen from worry and stress. Her smile, at first serene, moves to a grin too wide for her face. Penguin aims his umbrella at her and finds the bullet does nothing.

She is Death and she has come for your soul. Merely step aside, little man, for it is not your time yet. She talks to him as one would a child, adding insult to injury.

If he cannot wound her, he instead begs, "This isn't right! They have done nothing! Commited no crime other than gracing me with their affections!"

"The good never last for long. We both know that." Death responds.

Penguin offers everything- gold, jewelry, the finest cloth and diamonds one could ever want! Is it money? He can give you money, he has it! Everything in his account!

"I will not be satisfied with paltry mortal things." She says, "You need to accept these things. They'll happen to you, too. The rot. The cold-"

Oswald panics. The one person who ever truly accepted him. Someone he's told everything to, even his darkest secrets. The person he wants to grow old with...!

He stands in front of you, tears in his eyes. She tells him to move. He refuses. She looks annoyed.

With his last shot, he tells her, "Then take mine if you won't be satisfied, you corrupt banshee!"

That... makes her pause, "You would give your soul? For theirs?"

He nods. Of course. Take the damn thing! What would be the point of it if you died like this? He has no need!

And so she takes his face in her hands... and begins to pull his soul out from his body. Its agonizing like this, when he's so alive. It's painful, but he accepts it-

Until she stops. And sighs. Rolls her eyes. She frowns, "You've taken all the fun from this."

And suddenly she's gone. And you're coughing awake, telling Oswald that you just had the strangest dream. He cries as he holds you.

[stardustandmeteors]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Note: I don't see much fanfics about the RE girls, so I think I might make this into a series for the girls. You can request anything RE related, considering that is my hyperfixation right now. Pairing: Jill Valentine x Female! Redfield! Reader Warning: Mentions of brain washing Summary: Y/N was always someone who loved partying and just having a good time, so when she notices her anti-social girlfriend went into one of her moods, she got the idea to take Jill to a small get together with some of her old college friends.

Jill didn't understand why she had agreed to come here. It was noisy and she could smell the testosterone coming off of some of the men in the room. Her specially trained eyes kept a close target onto Y/N, the person who had dragged her all the way here. She watched Y/N dance, a smile gracing her face as the music loudly played around them. Now she knew why she agreed to come, it was to watch her beautiful girlfriend just have fun and hang out with the friends she never gets to see much anymore. It was fun, relaxing almost, to see how happy she gets whenever she goes to a party.

Then a frown graced her lips, Jill's mind going back to a few years ago, when Wesker had gotten to her, brain washing her into doing her dirty work. Y/N was there, along with Chris and Sheva, all three of them trying to get her back. She could still hear the cries from Chris and Y/N, her foot making contact with Y/N's face, momentarily stunning her before she was back up again, determination in her eyes that she'd get her girlfriend back again.

Her negative memories were interrupted when she heard shouts of surprise and pain, looking over to her girlfriend, she saw Y/N with her fist out, blood on her knuckles from the impact they made with who she assumed was the person in front of her on the ground. Jill got up and made her way towards them, worry lacing her eyes. As she got closer, she started to hear Y/N's strong voice.

"Say it again asshole, I dare you, otherwise shut your goddamn pie-hole!" Y/N exclaimed in anger. Jill made it to her side, grabbing her arm, putting her bloodied fist down. The brunette looked down to see a man holding his nose, glaring up at the two.

"You broke my nose!" He shouted.

"Yeah, and I'll break more bones if you say another word about my girlfriend!" Y/N hissed. More people were now watching them, making Jill a bit uncomfortable from all the eyes on them. She watched as the man's friends grabbed hold on his arms and picking him up into a standing position.

"You'll pay for this girl, I hope you know," He said, a glare still pointed their way. Jill returned his glare.

"Don't threaten her," Jill said. The man scoffed, looking at the taller woman.

"Stay out of this Valentine, this is between me and little miss know-it-all." The man said. Jill didn't like that.

"If it has something to do with her, it has something to do with me. Now leave us alone you asshole," Jill sneered. The man stared at her for a moment longer, before grumbling and leaving with his buddies. That was when Y/N finally knew her outburst had caused others to look their way. She didn't mean for that to happen, but what he had said about Jill really got onto her nerves. She felt her hands go to her arm, looking over she saw Jill staring at her with those cool blue eyes. "Come one, let's go home, okay." Jill spoke softly, tugging on the women's arm. Y/N followed her, both trying to ignore the eyes on them.

As the two got home, Y/N broke out into a fit of giggles, looking over to her girlfriend who merely smiled and shook her head, "god, did you see his stupid face? Priceless!" She exclaimed, tugging Jill's hand inside of the doorway, a happy grin on her face.

"You need to stop doing this Y/N, it's really not good for your record," Jill said, closing the door behind them.

"So. He had no right to say anything about you." Y/N said, pulling the slightly taller woman into her, wrapping her arms around Jill's neck.

"Yeah, and if Chris finds out that you had yet again got into a fight, we're gonna have to hear another one of his lectures again," Jill said. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Let's just forget about that right now," She said, pecking her girlfriend on the lips before letting go, and making her way to their room. Jill watched her leave, a smile on her lips as her eyes shone with adoration. How did she get so lucky to have a girl as wonderful as Y/N?

Note: The ending sounds a bit rushed I know, but it was hard to think of how to finish it and it's currently 1:30 in the morning lmao. I hope this is a good start for my Resident Evil girl one shots.

[godlizzza]

Can you write Herbert getting Dan a cat, or Middle Age Danbert fluff?

(Btw, I love your fics so much. Every time I see you’ve posted a new one a drop everything and read it. Thank you so much for feeding my re-animator brain rot/hyperfixation. <3333333)

"Have I ever told you," Dan said, "that you're quite handsome?"

Herbert snorted. "Quite handsome?"

Dan hummed and nodded, adjusting Herbert's collar. "Yes. Above average level of handsome."

They were sat on a bench over-looking the ocean. The cliff face had taken a fair amount of hiking to reach but Dan thought it was worth it, if not for the view of the sun glimmering off the ocean far below, then the view of Herbert's serene expression as he gazed upon it. His hair fluttered in the breeze and his usually creased brow was smooth and relaxed.

Dan loved Herbert's manic energy, the way he thrummed with movement and was constantly doing something, even when he was stationary. But he loved seeing him still and quiet, content to be in one place. It was especially gratifying when that place was at Dan's side.

Herbert pursed his lips, threading his fingers together over his stomach as he watched the distant crashing waves. "Are you trying to schmooze me, Dr. Cain?"

"What?" Dan said with an affronted air. "Schmooze you? I can't just pay a compliment to my husband without some kind of ulterior motive?"

"Your ulterior motives are usually related to sex," Herbert pointed out and Dan didn't even refute him.

"I'm not thinking about sex right now," Dan assured him, winding an arm around Herbert's shoulders and drawing him close. Herbert fit snugly against Dan's side, turning so he could lay a hand against Dan's chest and lean into him. Dan savoured the warmth of him, pressing his nose into Herbert's hair and nuzzling. "When we get home though..." he purred, sliding his hand down Herbert's side.

Herbert smacked it before he could reach below his waistband and Dan chuckled, settling his hand on Herbert's waist. Herbert hadn't pulled away from him and even leaned his head against Dan's collar.

"You're ridiculous," Herbert murmured, rubbing his palm against Dan's chest in slow, gentle circles.

"Mmm." Dan closed his eyes and breathed in the lemony scent of washing detergent clinging to Herbert's shirt, mixing with the salty smell of the sea. "Love you too."

[slicedmayonnaise]

Okay, Slice n Dice, I'm gonna rant, enjoy :3 (good luck)

When I first started reading WTE I was in an, "I'm not too big a fan of modern aus" mindset, and decided not to read it when I first saw it (Ford's top ten biggest mistakes).

One day, I was sitting on the floor, my third cup of iced coffee in my hand and Markiplier's rdr2 playthrough on my laptop and I thought to myself, "I wonder what WTEs about.." So I went back to good ol' ao3 and took a deeper look, aka read the first few chapters, oh my god did I regret not reading it sooner. I have a hard time immersing myself in stories because I get distracted so easily, but I was so immersed in the entire thing, that I could finally see in my tiny brain what was happening and it made me love the story even more.

After WTE I read BAE....hhhh I loved BAE....I ACTUALLY CRIED AT POINTS IN THOSE STORIES </3

Anyway, after WTE I didn't stop thinking about it, kinda just stared at my wall for half an hour looking confused, ik I'm going to do that exact thing once Washed Up is done, and I ain't complaining.

It actually took me a bit to read Washed Up too, after WTE I needed a break because I couldn't find any stories that matched how good it was, and for some reason, I didn't look at Washed Up which was literally created by the same person </333333 (I'm a little dumb)

When I'm hyperfixated on smth I get hyperfixated on things in that smth (like Javier) and I got hyperfixated on WTE (but I didn't draw fanart, which disappoints me) so that's another reason I didn't read Washed Up right away, I actually read WTE twice.

So I FINALLY started Washed Up and yeah that was the best thing I've ever done. Actually, this story might be one of the best fics I've ever read, I just absolutely love the slow burn that wasn't too short to be like, "What just happened?" and wasn't too long to make me get bored of the story, but in every chapter, I might've asked, "are they gonna kiss?"...

And the characters, omg, I actually didn't expect Vincente to turn out how he did, I love this version of him. and Eddie.......hhhhhhh Eddie.......I love Eddie...AND FLACO, WHEN I WAS READING THE TAGS I GOT SO SURPRISED THAT BRO WAS IN IT THAT EVERY TIME A NEW CHARACTER WAS INTRODUCED (without knowing their name ofc) I WAS LIKE, "Flaco?"

My reaction to when he showed up was priceless.

Okay, this rant went really off track-

I love how you sort of mixed like rdr canon into the story, but with your own like twist, yk, which is pretty much what the whole story is but you get what I mean (I hope-)

And Javier..oh poor Javier, he really won't like water now, or boats...sigh poor Javier </3

THE GIRLS TOO, I AM SO GLAD THEY WERE SAVED!!!!

Okay, this is getting really long I don't want to overwhelm you.

But just know, I love your story so much, I wish I had given it a chance right away because now it is one of my favorite things ever, and I hope you will write more in the future, speaking of the future I'm so excited for that spinoff with Flaco and Eddie.....so excited...

But thank you, for opening my eyes to a surfing au that I never expected to like so much, it didn't make me want to start surfing but that's okay cause I'm afraid of oceans.

AND I SWEAR I WILL DRAW WASHED UP FANART, I NEED IT IN MY LIFE, I JUST NEED AN IDEA, AND THEN WE'RE LOCKED IN!!!!!!

Okay, this was so long, oopsies-

THANK YOU <33333333

I was literally smiling like an idiot the entire time reading this oh my god. My cheeks hurt from smiling. I may or may not have also cried a little. Thank you thank you so so much oh my god 😭😭😭 <3<3<3<3<3<3 like idek what to say

I'm so so glad you like my fics and the way I write and like just thank you so much for all the feedback like idk what to say just thank you so so much. You have just made my entire year if not my entire life <3<3<3<3<3<3 thank you thank you!!!

[spidey-bie]

spidersona infodump!!!!!

name: ??? alias: peacock spider

age: ???

gen lore: -was bit by radioactive peacock spider -spider expermented on by alchemex; girlie was working for them at the time; someone didnt follow lab procedure; spider got out and bit him -left alchemex for another science place -a plot is ending alchemex as a corp + getting rid of the corrupt higher ups -before getting bit didnt rlly know abt the corruption + bad things going on at alchemex -after being bit, starts investigating the corp and finds out bunch of evil shit -b plot is activism and socia justice -joins protests as both spidey and civilian self -as spidey helps deal w larger problems w/ their society like taking out corrupt ppl and politicians -as civilian helps deliver food, provide transport, get resources for ppl in need, + more subtle political changes that need to happen

specific story: -is dating this universe's deadpool -dp is his "mj" except they dont break up bc they understand the spidey thing

alchemex lore: -alchemex is vv corrupt -owned by this univerese's kingpin -funded by the osborns

changes from bite: -produces web from spinerettes on wrist (wears braelets to conceal/protet them when out as civilian) -sticky bc of small hair everywhere -developed chelicerae in jaw; can open mouth normally OR can open all the way w/ chelicerae -chelicerae attach at chin and come up from cheek, sit in front of mouth -affects normal eating, wears mask in public bc of visibility -produces venom; bites causes fever, visual hallucination, and extreme anxiety/fear -visual hallucination changes colors of world to look like pattern of a peacock spider (like overlay layer effect in photoshop) -colors reflect the ones on his spidey suit -wears off in like 2~ hours, leaves no permanent aftereffects -super strength obvi, can lift like 2 tons or summ (idkk) -rlly spidery in general now ig?? -enhanced senses + spider sense -HATES mint bc it repels spiders (by proxy dreads christmas season) -gets urges to weave things/webs and makes blakets bc of this (donates the blankets) -can't get sick from raw meat anymore get urges to eat it if rlly hungry (still prefers cooked food bc of spices + flavors) -isn't affected by own venom -produces oil to keep from sticking to web (constantly washes hands/uses hand sanitizer bc of this; cant use fingerprint on phone) -uses webs as secondary security in apartment bc senses vibrations -can go weeks w/o food OR eats 4-5 times a day

You have to know that we have to set up that appointment for me to eat your brain kind sir. I'm also definitely stealing some of these. (Especially that venom thing. I was sitting here stumped for days on how my girl's venom affected other people 😭)

My girl and your guy would be like this 🤞🏽. They are both taking down their worlds Alchemax. My girl is just doing it by working from the inside. (And if I'd just sit down and finish writing this post everyone would know her story 🥹)

Love how you have a specific spider too. I just based mine on tarantulas in general because of a hyperfixation I had in my youth (my friend got one and I wanted one so badly but my parents said no 😞)

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE MAKING THEIR OCS LIKE SPIDERS. SPIDERS ARE SO COOL. Especially the weaving bit. That's so cute.

[gggoldfinch]

Hi yes obligatory personal update for those of you who follow me for Ghost content!!!:

I’m posting this as a preemptive apology, as Cemetery Gates chapter uploads will become sparse and/or cease for the time being. This is happening for several reasons, the primary of which being, I can feel myself losing motivation to continue writing it. I’ve learned the hard way not to force content when I’m no longer motivated to write for a specific work, so I’m not gonna risk fumbling something as dear to me (and many of you) as Cemetery Gates. It’s a shock I even got this far, considering there’s no definitive plot. Admittedly I also feel my hyperfixation focus shifting, as it usually does every 5-6 months after a seriously long period of fixation, like I’ve had with Ghost. It’s a cycle that I can predict now, which is slightly bizarre, but I’m getting off topic. This doesn’t mean I’m not still a diehard fan of Ghost/ won’t interact with your content anymore! I’m just not hyperfixated like I was in previous months, and may drop off in as active of engagement/ will start posting more multifandom geared things. Idk why I’m explaining this, y’all know how it works.

I’m also currently going through a very difficult time with school, so my emotional/ creative energy has kinda been rerouted, which sucks a lot (tldr: my school is going under and is currently bulldozing my department as a result, I’m actively losing staff support because the profs I’m very close to were fired, and I am fighting tooth and nail to graduate early and get the hell out of dodge). As a result of this my mental health has also been teetering on the edge of not great, so I’ve been taking comfort in older interests and fresh exciting things. Anyway— I say my creative energy has been “rerouted” and not “entirely depleted,” because I do feel some minuscule spark of creativity left, but it’s not focused on Cemetery Gates, unfortunately. Though, I don’t imagine I’d have a lot of time to write much of anything this semester either way, considering how loaded my academic schedule is.

Anyway, I just figured I’d update you all on where I’m at rn, and apologize to those of you who are readers of my darling little Cemetery Gates fic and were looking forward to more. I’m not saying this is the end of it—though if it were to be the end, I think I left it off on a fairly satisfactory note—just that it may be going on a little hiatus for now. At least until I get my juices flowing again, or until my brain decides to revert back into a hardcore Ghost hyperfixation again. Or, if it’s eons from now and the motivation never returned, then I’ll wash my hands of it and mark it finished. Such is the life of a fanfiction author I suppose.

Love y’all, thank you for the continued support— and as always, feel free to shoot me an ask about whatever!

[shallowseeker]

Close don't count in baseball 02

When Jack asks Dean what he thinks about baseball, he goes on mini rant on how it's the most boring game on the face of the earth. Jack passes on that intel, thinking Dean really hates it, and Mary quietly disinvites Dean from her planned outing to the Missouri Kansas City Royals.

Close don’t count in baseball 02

The first indication that something's up is his giddy giant of a brother, friggin' whistling as he picks fuzz from the dryer's lint trap. Like everyone else, Sam's been over the moon since The Big Jack Win, so it doesn't ping Dean's check-engine light right away.

Then, he recognizes the tune: "Take me out to the ballgame."

So, maybe Jack's getting hyperfixated on baseball now? Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam kicks the dryer shut before leaving.

Dean throws his dead guy robe and a few towels into the wash. Fact is, with all that's been going on, Dean hasn't had the energy to shower in days, verging on a whole week now. Maybe this'll motivate him to get his ass squeaky clean.

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The next indication that something's goin' on comes when Sam is fixing up the car-cooler a few days later. He's frenetic and bubbly, like he's raring to crash a family park picnic. He hadn't said anything about a case, though.

Dean opens his mouth to ask what the Hell's going on but is interrupted by the appearance of Mary in the kitchen doorway. She's wearing a traditional white baseball button up with cursive, loopy letters: Royals.

"You almost ready?" she asks, and Jack trails in happily behind her, dressed in a deeper blue version of her jersey.

"Almost," Sam calls, gleeful like a trilling bird. "The Fiesta's already loaded up with most of our bags."

Dean blinks and then Mary's in his face, giving him an awkward one-armed hug, like the very act of giving hugs is a monumental effort for her. "We should be back tomorrow afternoon 'round lunch. You got plans, Honey?"

Dean reels. Back from where? Plans for what?

Mary takes in his silence and clicks her tongue, "You can research if you wanna, but Dean. I'd take a day or two if I were you, with, you know."

Michael ridin' his ass, then blowing town, she means.

"Where're you goin?" he croaks, feeling all sorts of knotted seasick as he eyes Mary's shoulder duffle and Sam's over-full cooler.

Mary and Sam share a look, and Jack squirms.

"You know. To Kauffman Stadium?" Mary says, looking at Dean like he's hit his head too hard. "Bobby's meeting us there."

Jack explains, "It's okay, Dean. Mary, Bobby, and Sam are taking me out this time, since you already took me 'on a cheap date' three weeks ago."

Dean swallows. Doesn't wanna talk about that. "Kauffman Stadium," he repeats, dizzy. "Missouri?"

Mary narrows her eyes. "Are you changing your mind? Jack invited you last week."

Jack invited him. Jack invited him? Dean wracks his brain and pulls up the baseball conversation from his rickety Dean-harddrive. It finally clicks.

"Y-you're going to see the Kansas City Royals. In Kauffman Stadium."

Sam looks uneasy, seeming to clock Dean's surprise. Dean can see the Sam-wheels turning behind his eyes, like he's figuring out how out of the loop Dean had been.

"I-It's okay, you know," Sam stammers, "if you changed your mind. We can get another ticket. I just thought you were going to take it easy, and that's a good thing, Dean. You don't have to force yourself to-"

"Nah, nah," Dean squeaks, breaking in. He groans and struggles to get his voice down to his normal gruffness. "Jack's right. Not a big fan of baseball here. No siree, Bob."

Now, Mary's peering at him, too--regret and confusion in her eyes.

"And I got big plans. I haven't showered in days. So, I'm gonna...do that. Maybe I'll help myself to that big ole soaker tub, you know?"

Jack's gray-blues find him, and there's regret in his eyes, too. Something about it rattles him.

"Go on and hit the road. That's a four and-a-half hour drive," he barks, trying to sound happy but instead sounding just this side of ornery.

When they leave, the sound of the door closing echoes like a thunderous earthquake, like Michael pounding a storage closet door.

Dean shakes it off and tries to psyche himself up for a homemade spa day.

[the-lonelybarricade]

Hello my friend! It’s your secret Santa here to fling another round of questions at you!🎄🎁

1. What is your favorite rom-com and why?

2. Your favorite non SJM book you read this year (& why)?

3. What songs/artists/genres of music do you like? Is there any artist/type of music you absolutely do not like listening to?

4. Do you like/eat baked goods? If yes, what are some of your favorites?

5. What are some little things that make you inordinately happy?

That’s all for now! I’ve been chugging along on your gift and am very excited to give it to you (I really hope you like it!) Wishing you bucketloads of happiness and good health, my dear! 💗😊

Hello lovely!! Happy Friday! I hope the world has treated you with kindness this week!

I feel like it has to be About Time. I'm a sucker for all of the Richard Curtis Rom-coms but About Time just hits all of the plot beats that make my heart clench. The premise is fun but what gets me isn't even the romance, it's just the underlying meaning of like, savoring every second of life as it comes because there are no do-overs. The scene where he goes back to have a nice day with his dad is like a gut punch and I bawl my eyes out EVERY TIME.

God I had to sit down and have a moment with myself because I realized... I haven't properly read anything outside of SJM this year. Unless webtoons count 😂I have genuinely spent every ounce of my free time writing fic, the hyperfixation is DEEP and I know if I read something else I'll break it.

I like pop and show tunes mostly! Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran where my top two artists on Spotify this year, but I usually listen to musicals any time I'm putting on music do to chores. I'm going to see Newsies in two weeks, which I'm stoked about! And there's no type of music that I loathe, really. I probably wouldn't personally ever put on heavy metal/rock but that's also my boyfriend's favorite genre so I've learned to love it too.

Yes! I love baking! I genuinely think that the best baked good, hands down, is a gooey chocolate chip cookie. For a long time I worked at a ski resort that served free, freshly baked cookies at 3pm every day and nothing has ever come close to the euphoria of biting into one of those cookies. (Except maybe staring into MB's eyes 😌)

Ummmm I love signing (badly), especially when drunk or trying to do any mundane activity. Being around animals and anything cute also light up my brain in all the right places. I love the smell of fresh rain andt the twilight just after the sun sets where the air gets a little colder and everything is washed in the loveliest shade of blue. I also just love feeling cozy. Snuggling up under a blanket, having a warm cup of tea, being by a fire place.

Hehehe thank you for all these questions! I hope they're of some help or interest to you! I'm so excited to read the gift you've been working on, I already know I'm going to love it!! I'm hopping you have the best weekend!!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Dwarrowtober 2022 Day 24: Gemstones- Bofur x OC

Bofur x Gemma

Description: Who would’ve thought gemstones would be the thing to bring two hearts together?

Word Count: 1.2k

Anyone who knew Gemma knew that she loved gems. She found them so beautiful and even valued some of them more than any good. She collected any gem she could find no matter what the price was. It was common knowledge that if you had any sort of gem you didn’t want, she would be happy to take it.

Bofur didn’t understand her fascination with those gems. Of course everyone had their own hobbies, but it just seemed like a random thing to hyperfixate on to him. He used to work in the mines, though, so perhaps he was just used to seeing them so often. Maybe she was just trying to keep memories of their old home?

Whatever the reason was, it didn’t stop him from becoming enamored with her. He’d met her just after they’d begun settling in the Blue Mountains. He had been helping set up his toy shop with Bombur and Bifur when he noticed Gemma having trouble lifting something heavy into her home just a few houses down. After introducing himself, he offered his services, which she gladly accepted. And that’s what started their friendship. Both of them sort of knew that there were more than friendly feelings somewhere between them, but nothing had come of it yet. They’d only just become friends after all.

But that didn’t stop her from giving him gifts in the forms of gems. Sapphires, to be specific. It started when he helped her with a chore like bringing water from the well to her house. She’d given him a blue sapphire that day. Though initially confused, he thanked her nonetheless and placed the gem in his pocket before going on his way. It stayed there when the next sapphire found its way beside it. A pink one this time, for chopping firewood for her (though really he just brought some extra from his shop (Bifur wasn’t too pleased about having to go out and chop more when he found out)). And it continued like that until it got to the point where she’d just give him one at random almost every time she saw him. It was always at the end of their visits, like it was some sort of goodbye ritual. Not that Bofur minded, as long as he spent time with Gemma he was content and if giving him a sapphire made her happy, then he was too.

After nearly a year of friendship Bofur just couldn’t wait anymore. He had to let Gemma know about how he felt. But how? What was something that portrayed his feelings for her while still in her limits so as to not embarrass her with a big show? He paced back and forth in his living room many times, wracking his brain for the perfect idea. When none came to mind a small huff left his lips as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets, annoyed.

That annoyance quickly washed away when he felt a small handful of sapphires in his pocket that he’d never taken out. And that was when it hit him. He’d make a courting bead out of a gem! The gem that signified love, specifically. But, which one was that? Despite having mined gems for years upon years he never knew any gemstone’s significance, he never had a need to after all. So, he decided to go to the local bookkeeper and ask for a book on it.

After being led to a table and having a large (and heavy sounding) book titled ‘Gemstones and Their Meanings’ placed in front of him, he thanked the bookkeeper and set out on searching through the book. He scanned over every page in the book looking for the infamous l word. Finally, after what felt like forever he came across the fated passage.

‘It is noted in many places that the pink sapphire is considered the official gemstone of true love. Pink represents love and romance, caring, tenderness, acceptance and calm. The sapphire, meanwhile, is often used as a pledge of love, which only further proves the theory.’

Bofur’s eyes were as wide as saucers by the time he finished the passage. Before he even realized it he found himself digging through his pocket and pulling out the handfuls of sapphires. After sorting them out he counted each color. He’d acquired quite a few over the past year of receiving them, so it took several minutes. He held his breath as he looked over the tally. 28 blue ones, 16 green ones, 23 orange ones, 12 yellow ones, 20 purple ones and 52 pink ones.

The pink ones at least doubled every other color, and Bofur instantly understood what it meant. She’d been confessing to him for a year and he hadn’t even realized it. Did she even realize it? Of course she did. She knew everything there was to know about gemstones, which meant she was waiting for him to realize. A small smile settled on his face at the realization and he sat back in his seat, staring at the pink sapphire in his hand, and he made his decision.

It took him almost two months and at least six pink sapphires (they just kept breaking) before he finally managed to finish the courting bead. It looked simple enough, but the way it glittered in the sun made it more than special and beautiful to him. Finally the day came where he would confess his love to her. Bofur was a bundle of nerves as he made his way to Gemma’s house, and it only increased when he saw the girl on her front porch reading. When she heard his footsteps she looked up, then smiled and closed her book when she realized it was him.

“Good evening, Bofur,” she greeted, earning a smile from the Dwarf.

“Evening, Gemma. I was just wondering if I could have a minute of your time.”

“Of course,” she answered, setting her book aside and standing up. Bofur nodded, then took a deep breath as he began his speech.

“Pardon me if this is a bit long winded, but I have a few things to say. I cherish outside your house, where we first met. The moment my eyes looked at you, I knew you were going to be special to me. Recently, I’ve egun to regard you as much more than just a friend however. My feelings for you intensify with everything you do. I love how carefree you look when you sing and dance, and when we make music together it makes my heart sing with joy. Gemma, you are one of the most intelligent, kind hearted, patient and loyal people I’ve ever met. I know that right now I just sound like a lovesick fool but I think I can make you happy and we can have a life together if you give me the chance. So,” he paused, then pulled the gemstone bead out of his pocket. “Will you do me the greatest honor and court me?”

Gemma was silent throughout his speech, but she could almost immediately tell where it was going. That didn’t stop her from growing excited when he pulled out the courting bead. A wide smile broke out on her face and she practically threw herself at him once he finished speaking, wrapping him in a hug and nearly knocking him over if he hadn’t caught himself.

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” She exclaimed. A small laugh escaped the boy’s lips as he returned her hug, and he couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Who would’ve thought gemstones would be the thing to bring two hearts together?

[indecisive-dizzy]

Helloooooo :D

I’m making a bunch of ideas for our pookies + my ocs to compensate for the loss of all my notes that had all my ideas for different aus I made 😭

So have some Daisey and Eddie ideas from the High School Angst au (I NEED A NEW NAME FOR THIS AU ISTG IT CANT JUST BE THE HIGH SCHOOL ANGST AU)

They used to dance together often, maybe their parents put them in after school dance classes or something

Daisey stopped dancing after they broke up/stop being friends, and they never really danced until they made up and had a whole moment of dancing again :,3

The first time they hung out one on one after they made up, it was so awkward it hurt

Eddie tried to initiate small talk, Daisey just told him in the nicest way they could to please shut up and watch the movie (they went to the movies)

Daisey’s friends were hesitant about Eddie, but most of them didn’t really care/mind. The only person who really did not like this was Holly, but she got worn down by Wallace and eventually let him hang around

Daisey totally hangs around in the shadows, it always looks like Eddie’s talking to a wall from afar when he’s talking to them

Julie definitely befriends Daisey when she sees them hanging around in the shadows, immediately trying to bring them out and talk. Daisey isn’t that big of a fan, but they tolerate it because she seems to genuinely like them

Idk if FlowerShop happens, but it they do interact sometimes I think

This au doesn’t have a set time period, but I have a lot of 80s and 90s inspiration, so I’m putting it in like the late 80s to early/mid 90s

Also I’m definitely making a Monster High aus for my ocs cause I’m hyperfixating on the dolls and the movies rn

I also don’t know if DearDollops should happen in this au but it’s a possibility since they have the whole “having crushes on each other but not realizing it and believing it was unrequited” arc

Daisey’s crush was a lot more known/apparent (Eddie didn’t know he liked them like that until they were gone), but it was still mutual

They’re both collectively stupid. Like- they’re both very intelligent, but they’re really stupidly oblivious at the same time

Apparently one of Eddie’s favorite songs was Rockin Robin, so Daisey’s favorite song in this au is Everything She Wants by Wham! cause I love that song

Daisey legit just listens to any song ever. It can go to Metallica straight from to Dolly Parton

In the main au, it’s probably either Jolene by Dolly Parton, or Dancing Queen by ABBA

Eddie definitely experiments with his style after he befriends Daisey again, I can see him dyeing a strand of his hair to experiment but washing it out almost immediately cause he’s scared his parents would be mad

Honestly Daisey’s voice headcanon in this au is just Twila from Monster High (G1 specifically, G3 for the main au I think I’m still not sure)

She fits their personality’s aesthetic perfectly like it’s not even funny she’s just them

I’m silently suffering cause I can’t remember some of the au ideas I wrote down so I’m trying to remember so I can note them down in a journal or something

Also I made Lizzy a gf but she needs a name so I’ll make that its own post when I figure that out

Have a good rest of your day/night, Dizzy!

It’s nighttime so I’m gonna sleep soon lmao :D

My brain says they did ballet together! mostly because Eddie doing ballet lives in my brain <3

hhhh yeah I can Feel the awkward. a movie is a good idea tho,, no need to talk!

Ok I read "Daisey totally hangs around in the shadows" and went It's giving Twila ✨ and lost it when I got the bottom lol. G1 Twila my beloved,, g3 Twila my other beloved

Julie let them be dark and mysterious! /lh

*songs the monster high (g1) theme song* Hell Yeah! I love monster high aus

hmm perhaps their can be two versions of the au! one where they get together and another where they stay friends!

When I found out Eddie's fav song I proceeded to listen to it on repeat for At Least an hour. I genuinely love Rockin Robin

Daisey's got good taste! What a variety!

Eddie noo! I would love to see Eddie experiment with hair dye. let his parents be mad I'll defend him

ooh yikes good luck!! hope you can get those ideas written down!

oh girlfriend awesome!! Lizzy deserves a gf hehe

You have a wonder day yourself bestie :D

[cellphishthekaiju]

I am bemused and flattered some of my friends are so impressed how quickly I can put out fanfic sometimes... But uh...

1. Pretty sure I have untreated ADHD and other mental issues (I suffered a stroke with next to no medical treatment about 5-6 years ago... But also one of those washed up "gifted kids")

2. I can't function without multi-tasking for some reason, so my brain has 60k tabs/processes running at once and my hyperfixation will switch at random

3. I don't proofread or edit. In all my years of writing, never had a 'beta' or editor and I only go through editing my written stuff about once a year.

So ya... And I lose motivation when I don't get feedback on things beyond a button click or number so I will go through periods of the hyper fixation just not being there, especially for them original things I write.

TLDR... Sure I can put out stuff pretty quick but that's because I am deranged and probably in the middle of a hyper fixation episode.

[acaplaya-musings]

Wicked Game - Geoff Castellucci (thoughts and reaction)

~An accurate depiction of me when the Patron list appeared and Geoff started doing his usual "thank you so much for watching the video" spiel.

(This post however is after my second watch-through of the video, about 6 hours or so after the first time).

This had the white, washed-out visuals of High And Dry (plus high harmonies towards the end as well), a haunting soundscape(?) like Sound Of Silence, softly "growled" bass vocals like Till Then, and a deep emotional core like Ain't No Sunshine. Good LORD.

Turns out I do know this song, or part of the chorus at least, and said as much to myself during the first chorus on my first watch, and then was like "wait hang on why does my voice sound weird?"

So the thing is that I'm autistic and ADHD (or AuDHD, for short), and sometimes I can have quite big reactions to stuff related to my special interests/hyperfixations. And currently, Geoff Castellucci and Voiceplay are two big hyperfixations of mine. And while I was watching this cover this morning, I was starting to breath a bit heavier and almost hyperventilate a teeny tiny bit, and felt a little bit faint/dizzy

I'm fine don't worry! And it's not the first time I've had such a physiological reaction to a piece of media, believe me. A small part of my brain was aware of how I was responding, but I was determined to watch the video start to end without pausing, and I did!

(I was able to be much calmer on my second watch, but Geoff still had me completely spellbound/hypnotized, for sure)

Okay enough about me, here are some other thoughts about the video/cover itself!

The arrangement of this cover feels really complex, definitely more than I thought it would be, and I certainly don't have the musical expertise to talk about it. Hopefully someone like Peter Barber or Elizabeth Zharoff/Charismatic Voice will react to/analyse the video and will talk about all the stuff I wish I could talk about! (Mortius will more than likely do a reaction video for this, but I don't know when, and I wouldn't be surprised if this blows him away/baffles him as much as it did me (nor would I fault him for it!))

The moment kind of in the middle of the song where there's a brief-but-notable pause and it cuts to black and then almost immediately back to Geoff? It's just a small moment but god it's so good! And he filmed and edited this video too! He basically did everything except final audio mixing (as is the case for basically all his videos). This man!

Just because you only see one Geoff in a video doesn't mean you won't at some point hear multiple vocals doing gorgeous harmonies at some point! (I would say that I love his tenor vocals, but let's be honest I just love his voice full stop).

(Also not to detract from the video but I do hope we see the return of the Backup Geoffs/Geoffettes/Clones in whatever cover he does next. We literally haven't seen them (in a full-length video at least) since Folsom Prison Blues back in August!)

In conclusion: absolutely stunning, completely gorgeous, and I can't wait to start watching some of the reaction videos to it! (Will probably leavr that till tomorrow though).

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: Turbo the Alien Hedgehog

Replaces: Ben Reilly / Scarlet Spider Origin: Sonic the Comic

WARNING!: This character is not to be mixed up with a controversial user on other social media, who has absolutely no say in how this AU goes. Any similarities between that user's "OC" and Turbo here are purely coincidental.

"My name... is Turbo! ...I gotta come up with a better name to be in line with these guys someday."

Turbo is a character from Dimension STC-1993, having once served as a rival in a Space Race, with his family on the line thanks to an alien race known only as the Vargz. He had took on Sonic in this space race, though got himself into danger. Though Sonic ultimately lost this race, he was still able to rescue Turbo from harm's way.

Just like the blue blur, Turbo is quite determined, very fast, and also has a reason for doing what he does. In Turbo's case, he fought for the lives of his family and for freedom. He also has quite the fondness for adventure, but had little to no sympathy for defeated challengers.

Of course, these similarities caused Turbo to be branded as a recolour or fan character out-of-universe, but despite this, he developed into quite the fan favourite, hence why he's a part of this AU. And fans were definitely happy when he came back for Sonic the Comic Online (STC-O).

During the events of "The Universe Game", Turbo was summoned as a warrior by The Void to combat Sonic, and he revealed he wasn't even brain-washed to do this. He managed to overpower Sonic, but was imprisoned as well for demanding a rematch. It just so happened he was in it because he missed the thrill of that race a while back.

Together, the two broke out of the prison and punched out The Void at light-speed, hence saving Lumina the effort of sacrificing an entire galaxy to stop her. In the aftermath, the two hedgehogs agreed to meet again at some point, both eager to have that rematch.

Now, as for where he is now in this AU. I'm sure you've seen his manchild tantrums in one of the prior posts, and obsessing over powerful stuff like Ben 10. Well, before joining the Quill Society, he got inspired to be more like Sonic from playing a stripped-down SEGA Genesis version of Sonic Superstars, hyperfixating on all the little details.

As such, this side of Turbo's personality is a parody of other recolours, but don't get the wrong idea. Just because his personality here's deemed a mockery does NOT mean I take offense to recolours. For anyone starting out at that stage, just know that I have faith that you'll be able to evolve them into their own characters at some point.

In a way, this personality is more of an affectionate parody and lighthearted riff around characters representing their creators, and how they would be like when they're in the same universe as their favourite stars. So while he does get on some people's nerves for it, Turbo is still a respected member regardless.

Problem is, he had been on the side of Lost Memory Sonic and his canon event theory, hence being less savvy about some genres compared to others and sticking to what is depicted. As such, he's one of the few trying to stop OMT!Tails from disrupting the "canon" requirement of letting OMT!Cream perish to Crimtake under the guise of "stability of the multiverse".

During the chase, however, Lost Memory Sonic was SO hellbent on killing OMT!Tails that the evil hedgehog threw his former ally to possible death. Needless to say, Turbo was REALLY angry about this and wasn't hesitant on branding LM!Sonic as an enemy and challenger.

After Crimtake is destroyed, Turbo decided then and there to make up for the mistakes he made alongside Fiona, who had both been badly swayed by LM!Sonic's manipulative tactics. After everything that happened, their happy ending's better deserved.