#mod lampert

[regretevator-headcanonss]

Woah.. A headcanon blog!

Hey guys its Mod Lampert here. She/her :3

This is uhh a headcanon blog thats only gonna feature headcanons. No confessions because i have seen the hellhole that one blog is.

Currently I'm just gonna keep this blog with one moderator but if i feel burnt out i might drag my friends into this

Also uhh some posts here can be 13+ - 16+. BEWARE CHILDREN!! BEWARE!! OOOO I'M GONNA SAY FUCK AND JOKINGLY SAY I WANT WALLTER TO RIDE ME!!! Also I'm a selfshipper of Wallter, Boots and blah blah blah.. If you don't like me.. GASP! SHIPPING MYSELF WITH A CHARACTER?? Then leave! i selfship with Elliot from Work at a pizza place. If you think that's weird then get out

Also uhh look!! Important stuff RULES down here! (Could add more later)

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No NSFW asks or headcanons. I am a minor. Please keep those to your own blog or send it to that NSFW regretevator headcanons blog i saw :p

PLEASE do not send headcanons about Glevil x Mannequin Mark or any mention of it. I am uncomfortable with that ship and i hope it burns.

-Even implications or alternative interpretations of headcanons involving that ship make me want to jump off a building. I hate Gl*vm*rk more than AM hates humans

-Other Glevil ships are perfectly fine!! ^^ its just that i have a hate for this one in particular

Don't say slurs unless you're off anon and you're allowed to use them!! I don't wanna have an entire debate in my mind about posting that.

Don't send asks that will get me canceled.

Don't be racist /srs, I am a Lamp!! /ref

-As an extension of the rule above this text, no transphobia, homophobia, misogynism, sexism and etc. PLEASE. Just no.

-Please know i may not always know whats right or whats wrong and whats supposed to be transphobic, homophobic, racist, and etc or not. I'm not a perfect person who recognizes things easily and my frontal lobe is undeveloped.

No stuff about incest, pedophila, rape/non-con, and etc. PLEASE.

No erasing canon sexualities or misgendering and using the wrong pronouns for characters. (Examples: Exclusively using He/Him pronouns for Gnarpy when xe uses Xe/They or.. ERASING ACE/ARO REP!! *thunder*) Its okay if it was an unintentional mistake. Just learn from it if it was a mistake or something.

NO MICHÈ (sorry)

I have 2763 accounts on every social platform. I'm a busy gal!!! And an idiot :3

I am perfectly fine with objectum people. I even headcanon Wallter as objectum and posic!! Not objectum myself but i think y'all are fine people!! If you don't like that then leave! Go find another blog!!

I like rarepairs so I'm allowing those on this blog. If you don't like rarepairs then screw off!! I love to ship the mannequin with boots with a snowman!! ^^

okay that's all gang. Let the bombs of headcanons attack me!!!! (But remember i am human and i might not always be able to answer them)

[regretevatortakes]

Unpleasant gradient is the adoptive dad to infected chat am I cooking…. (Dadpleasant hc giggles)

NONNIE . Nonnie how long have you been cooking. Nonnie are you done cooking

[regretevatorforrealrep]

Mod rules!:

🐛- Please do not dox or harass anyone!

🥔- Respect the moderators boundaries unless they change their minds!

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🐱- Don't close the ask box without permission!

🍌- No discrimination!

🔧 - Be a decent person.

Also please do not assume this is a roleplay blog or think that we do/invite cross-fandom mods. Mod Izutsumi is special.

Okay that's all!

-Mod Retro!

[daily-regretevator-doodles]

Floor 202: therapy

every trans woman has a greek chorus behind her.

this ones... not helpful

[ask-kas-n-lamp]

ooc post

if you love us vote lampert and infected 😁😁😁😁

[howlingmod]

follow-up to Allusive !

summary - hcs + drabble continuation of allusive ... the ooc confession hath arrived. lampert x reader

wc - 1.5k

misc - sort of requested by @ra-bies . technically. (sorry for the @)

-Lampert did not actually tell you that night. Woops. He wanted to, and he really thought he was gonna! He knew if he didn’t just get it off his chest there was a pretty good chance he’d end up never telling you and agonizing over how he could for forever. Even then, though, he couldn’t risk blurting it out wrong and saying something entirely by accident. He would be mortified for life if he said something stupid after such a special moment between the two of you. So instead he just made up a story about something he saw at Rokea earlier that day he thought you’d find funny and then stared off into space for the rest of the night. Needless to say, he had to come up with something better, and soon.

-He’s really not sure of where to start. Sure, he knows the cliche romantic stuff people to do confess their feelings, but all of it feels a little … off. It’s just not something he would do, and he’s sure you would notice if he was doing something so wildly out of character for him, which runs the risk of making you uncomfortable or think he’s not being genuine and that’s the last thing he needs.

-So, he’s gotta figure out something you would understand. He thinks a lot about how you two normally hang out, all the places you tend to drag him whenever you’re off of work and have money to spare and the energy to go out. You’ve taken him to a couple of places near your work, a handful of small stores and a restaurant or two, but that’s just a little too casual, isn’t it? I mean, yeah, he had a lot of fun on those little outings with you, but they’re all right by your job. You see them every day– hell, you probably go visit them pretty often!

-You’ve taken him to a few more ‘special’ places, too. There was some clearing at a nearby park you’d showed him, flopping down on the ground to look up at the stars. There wasn’t anything super unique about the place, but Lampert didn’t really remember it for that anyway. He mostly just remembers talking with you there, how you went on tangent after tangent about customers or random conversations you overheard or something you remembered from when you were younger. He didn’t have too much to add, his day had been pretty normal and his childhood was a lot of just him looking at furniture, but it was nice. He liked hearing you talk, the sound of your voice, how much fun you were having. You’d gone long enough that your voice was still scratchy the next day, much to your chagrin. Despite the sore throat, he was sure you had fun too, since you talked about going back there with him someday soon.

- … But that also felt pretty cliche. I mean, yeah, that was a pretty special experience to him, but a “beautiful, starry clearing” felt just tropey enough to make him cringe. He might as well bring a bouquet of roses and a handwritten letter.

-So, that left him with one other idea: your place. Sure, it seemed pretty lame– It’s your house. You go there every day and spend a whole lot of time there, but it felt like the only place really unique to the two of you. You two have spent plenty of nights watching bad movies on your tv or going on about this and that over drinks. Besides, that’s where he was planning on telling you in the first place, wasn’t it?

-He would’ve considered his place, but he didn’t really wanna risk some random passerby overhearing such a sensitive conversation, especially if you didn’t return his feelings. A fort in the middle of a store only has so much privacy, and he wasn’t sure you’d be a fan of the dark of the store after hours.

-Even with a location figured out now, he was a little apprehensive. He really didn’t wanna risk throwing out your guys’ friendship over unreturned feelings, but he also knew he couldn’t really make them go away and you would start to notice something’s up eventually. You probably wouldn’t cut him off just because you didn’t feel the same, but the fact it was a ‘probably’ and not a ‘definitely’ felt like it may as well have been an outright no.

-Either which way, he had to give it a try. If you didn’t feel the same, that was fine, he’s sure he could still be your friend. Hopefully. If you did feel the same, though, then … yay. He’s not really sure how to put into words how happy he’d be.

-You’d invited him over as per usual and the night had been pretty normal for the most part. You two had dinner and were just sitting around talking, but he’d decided to let you take the lead in conversation tonight, since he had to gather his confidence to say this right.

“… You alright, man? Been pretty quiet,” You hummed, looking over at your friend. He’d been sitting pretty stiffly, now that you looked at him. He was on the other side of the couch, facing forward with his hands folded on his lap and looking right ahead, though his eyes had shifted over to look over at you once you addressed him.

“Huh? Oh, uh … yeah, I’m fine. But uh … could I talk to you about something?” He asked, uncharacteristically anxious. That was enough to make you sit up straighter, already dreading what was to come.

“Oh, yeah. For sure. What do you wanna talk about?” You hoped you sounded normal enough, it was a little hard to get those words out through the worry tightening arond your throat.

He seemed to pick up on it, though, efforts be damned. He’d suddenly turned to you then, fully shifting to face you and waving his hands, “Don’t worry! It’s nothing bad! I probably should’ve worded that a little better, sorry, it’s just sort of … big? Complicated? I dunno.”

You relaxed at that, but still kept an edge of uncertainty, unsure of where this was going. There was a pause for a few moments, each of you waiting for the other to say something more. “Well … you gonna tell me about the big news or what?”

He smiled at that, scoffing a laugh, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. But … do you remember when I asked you if I could tell you something?” He paused, looking at you. You stared back blankly, lips pulled into a straight line. “That one night? The one where you got those wires for me? I followed it up with some like, dumb story or whatever.”

“Oh! That night! Yeah, I remember, what about it?”

“Well,” Lampert took a breath, looking off into the side and folding his hands together again, “I wasn’t really … honest, about what I wanted to tell you.”

“I didn’t just wanna tell you about some stupid guy at Rokea,” he continued, leaning back against the arm of the couch, pulling his legs up to fully mirror your position, “I was thinking about something else and just kinda panicked once I’d actually said something.”

You blinked at him, and he took another breath, tensing up as he physically braced himself for the point of no return. “So, I was actually kinda thinking about … ugh, how do I say this? Us? Like, ugh, no, that sounds so …” he trailed off, rubbing at his eyes hard, “I don’t know, I just … I felt so safe, y’know? I don’t really like other people touching me, much less sticking their hands in me like that, but I didn’t mind it when it was you.”

“I always kinda felt like that, I guess, but I just never really noticed it until then. And it’s not just that, either. You’ve always been there for me, you’re funny even if you’re being annoying, you always think about me and you’ve done so, so much for me and I just–” he sighed, letting go of held breath, “I really appreciate you, I like having you in my life. You mean a lot to me.”

He risked looking at you then, meeting wide eyes, “You can say no if you want to, of course. I don’t wanna lose you over some stupid confession. But … if you’d want to, I’d like to go out with you.”

You didn’t respond for a few seconds, blinking at him. Okay, clearly you didn’t feel the same. That’s fine, okay, he can deal with that. He should say something, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Lampert I’ve been dropping hints for like weeks now.”

“Huh?”

“Dude,” you were laughing now, badly biting them back, “Do you think I invite anyone over this much? Why do you think I took you to that one stupid, fancy cafe a while ago?”

“I- Well,” Lampert stammered, struggling to wrap his head around what you were saying, “How was I supposed to know that?! You never said anything!”

You threw your head back, laughing harder now. If he liked you any less, he would be walking away right now. Instead, he was sitting and watching you laugh at him like an idiot. “Man! Whatever, who cares. But yes, I’d like to go out with you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You mean a lot to me too, if that wasn’t obvious.”

…

“But for the record, I knew you were bullshitting that story in the first place.”

“Oh lay off!”

[hazyaltcare]

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[regretful-nights-regretevator]

Alright, i've been quiet for quite a while, so y'know what!!

While i'm in the procedure of getting my shit together and work on bios, might as well write some resumes for the characters in the AU!!

Bive has been driven to insanity trying to find a cure for her lost arm

DrRetro is a doctor who's officially liscensed, but in danger due to her super-secret role in the story

FleshCousin is actually sentient but barely talks (Whenever it talks, it just says a bunch of nonsense), and trying to mimic others to try and fit in

Gnarpy is a metal singer who turned away from universe-conquest business and is considered a traitor in their homeplanet

Infected is a part of Gnarpy's metal band, and is the bassist. His illness was cured when it became it's own self. Will get back to it later!!

Jermbo is Jermbo. Ok but fr he is DrRetro's lil assistant that was found near an abandoned factory.

Lampert is an employee at Lokea (the name of the location in the AU). Was friends with Infected before his illness, who took a part of his memories with them. Lampert wishes he could be friends with him again, so he tries to hang out with him more, hoping they could be friends like the first time.

Who the fuck is Linus

Mannequin Mark is BITCHLESS and decided to create his own husband. With a lot of cement, he was able to create Wallter. All he needed was him to be sentient and alive. But how? He doesn't even know, he's looking for a way to bring him alive.

Melanie is working with DrRetro for uhmmm SPOILER reasons, all i can say that she's very poly with Mozelle and Infected :3

Mozelle is still the princess of hell, and she's gay. The end. (Her concept is a wip)

Poob is very aware of what's been happening, and tries to distract themself from reality by partying and drinking

Pest doesn't give a single shit about Dr Retro and what she's doing in the bg this time, he's just a loner. Has to deal with Poob's bullshit all day.

Pilby is a stage actor, and their mom and them are very much reunited. They're friends(?) with Pest, and they're also very aware of the truth about what's been happening.

Prototype's parts were found by Scag, and she assembled his pieces. Trying to find out about the truth behind the people who made him. (spoiler: he was designed as a war machine, but none of the robots they made gave a shit about world domination, and Prototype was an abandoned model.)

Reddy is Reddy.

Scag is a mechanic, and is helping Prototype find out about who made him.

Split is Bive's wife, who owns a resort previously owned by her parents. She is very mother-coded, as she has her own adopted child.

Spud! is aggressive towards gnarpians, and is looking specifically for the gnarpians who ruined his life, including Gnarpy, who only helped for his kidnapping.

Unpleasant is the sentient being that used to be Infected's illness. She became Infected's roommate, until Poptart mysteriously disappeared. Infected blamed Unpleasant and kicked her out of the appartment, leaving her homeless and not having any skills in anything. She was found by Jeremy, and now he's taking care of her at his place. Also they go mwah mwah :3

Wallter is Wallter.

Folly is the mastermind behind the whole story. I'll get to that another day :3

And that's it lol!! This took a whole hour to type, not joking LMAO

[incorrect-regretequotes]

*Biv e is ranting about one of her crazy conspiracys, pointing one of those pointer-stick-thingys at a board deatailing everything she's talking about, everyone else is sat at desks in front of her.*

BIve: -THE INTERDIMENSIONAL REPTILIAN SHAPESHIFTING C.I.A MANTIDS ARE CAUSING A.I MOSSAD DEEPFAKE FALSE FLAGS BY MASONIC PREDICTIVE PROGRAM HYDROXYCHLOROQUINE WEATHER MANIPULATION MONSANTO FLUORIDE TRAILS TO DISTRACT MOLOCH CRISIS ACTORS...

Bive: (Overly long breath in)

Infected: (fully asleep)

Lampert: (confused beyound believe)

Pilby: (is intimidated by how many words she's shouting out in such quick succession)

Pest: (thinking about when she'll turn around so he can leave when she's not looking, debating on just killing her)

Split: (The only one actually paying attention and listening)

Bive: FROM THE FACT THAT FAKE NEWS ALIENS ARE HOLLOW AND THAT THE SANDY HOOK LANDING NEVER HAPPENED,

Bive: SO, THEY, CAN CONTINUE TO USE C.E.R.N VACCINES TO HARVEST GANGSTALKER JESUIT ADRENOCHROME FROM OUR KALI YUGA COVID-19 PINEAL GLANDS FOR CHINESE NANOCHIP ASTRAL PROJECTION REMOTELY THROUGH DEMONIC V2K 5G TECHNOLOGY FROM THE BLACK CUBE H.A.A.R.P HEXAGON ON TOP OF SATAN!!!

Bive: (hyperventalating)

Bive: (still hyperventalating)

Bive (yep, still hyperventalating)

Bive: Thank you for coming to my T.E.D Talk.

The ramblerrrrr

You can’t convince me that she WOULDN’T do this

[objectively-canon-quotes]

INFECTED: C0UGH

LAMPERT: poor thing… i hope you get better soon!

UNPLEASANT GRADIENT: stay ill

[regretevatortakes]

There are to types of people when entering the WHEEL OF floor

Type one: “Omg :0!!! Pilbyyy please give us silly clown fella :p I love Pilby!!!”

Type two: “MACHHHHH I LOVE WOMAN”

Or the coin grinders .

[daily-regretevator-doodles]

Finally made a new icon, ITS NO LONGER CHRISTMAS!!! have a lamp

[ask-lampert]

lamp(ert). opinion on total drama island?

It's cool.

[thekindisco]

☆ID pack for Lampert! from Regretevator☆

-Requested by anon!☆

《☆Names

★Masc

Hobert/Bert, Lucien, Rupert

★Andro

Lamp, Robin, Lux, Cleanth, Light

★Fem

Clara, Ellie, Pheobe

《☆Pronouns

Lamp/lamps, light/lights, shine/shines, grey/greys, shade/shades, roblox/robloxs, clean/cleans, shock/shocks, 🔌/🔌s,💡/💡s,⚡️/⚡️s

《☆Labels

Lampertcharic, regretevatorgender, lampgender, lightsic, phoshadegender, phosmetalial, genderobjehead, infiniteakea, mondayechoen, ikeanightdrivic

(I wish I could use yellow instead of orange, but oh well)☆

Please let me know if you were looking for something else (this is my first time doing one of these)☆

[markthemannequin]

Would mark be nice to hug even if he's made if wood

OOC

I think a little maybe,, If anything, he'd be good at popping someone's back while hugging them, which is always a plus in my opinion!

He's still just a piece of sentient wood though — Mannequin, sure, but he's not really shaped enough like a person for it to feel like a proper hug? But uncomfortable

Don't get me wrong he loves hugs, I'm just not sure he's good at giving them what with his Wooden structure and all that