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Starting with me:
Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay
@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @cuntyteardrop @glassesgirlies @leninthestarlight @bardorsomethinglikethat anyone else who wanna join tbh yay
I originally made my majorasmasc ao3 account because I had gotten into the legend of Zelda fandom pretty heavily in 2022 and 2023. I even had a lot of wip fics from that time, but I ended up never posting any of them. Got hooked on Sonic later. The main motivation for the name was just a play on Majora's Mask. At the time I was a nb masc lesbian/butch. :3 And now I'm a trans dog-dude-guy-thing, so the masc still applies 🐕🐾🐶🦴❤️ I generally change my name from fandom to fandom, or used to in the past—this is the longest I've held onto one handle, so it's kinda growing on me.
The Bi Wonder is a play on The Boy Wonder because I'm a huge Robin/Nightwing fan. Bi because like, I'm bi lol. I was musical-tears for the *longest* time but TheBiWonder became my gamer tag when I got an Xbox for the first time a couple years ago. And I super love it. I use it for everything now basically.
My url is based off the Space Colony ARK ^-^ since shadow, maria, and gerald are my primary focuses of posting i figured basing my online persona around the ARK would fit very well. the ARK and its inhabitants mean a lot to me personally :)
there was a Sonic Channel post where the ARK was described as "earth's second moon" because it can be seen above the moon once a year. (Got this from the fandom wiki source about it). I really loved that phrasing, and so here we are.
i go by e2m on many platforms for short!!
uhhhh i don't have a lot of moots who post very actively so don't feel the need to respond but here's some people i like :) @imeaubrey @queerhyperionsuit @gruglantis @oreoncrush @faneliacosplay @pwn15 @blahokazooie @sailor--poon AND anyone else who wants to!!! just tag me- i want to her about your url!!
AAaaa thank you for the tag moot!!!!! sorry I'm not as active anymore I'm busy with school atm ㅠ︿ㅠ
It's a pretty boring story but basically i was trying to change my url cus I was bored with it but i didn't know what to put so I went to a random name generator. Then I put 15 because that was my age at the time. Later I found out pwn is a gamer term ˆ𐃷ˆ
Summary: February Ficlet Challenge, Day 4: A constant- Sherman was an orphan, and Mr Peabody was a talking dog. A variable- the story of how they met. In another timeline, this is what might have happened.
Rating: K
Word Count: 1,081
Links: A03, >Tumblr<
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Hector Peabody would never admit to be lonely.
Perhaps the better word for it was ‘underoccupied.’ The genius dog tended to keep to himself, in all actuality. Any public appearances he made were because he chose them- not because he had true obligation to. The elites he encountered there were not the ones who set him up for success. There was precious little doubt they could help him further without under table deals and something morally scandalous down the line.
Suffice to say, he did not believe he had any friends.
“Bill. Bill. I thought that one was set to autopay… Bill. Third class mail…”
Mr Peabody wasn’t paying much attention as he got his mail. It already seemed like the usual fare. That is, until he came across a simple looking envelope that seemed to contain a greeting card. Curious, he kept it close as he went up to his apartment’s elevator.
He was quite fortunate that it wasn’t a glitter bomb. Instead, it was an invitation to a charity event that had, indeed, been written on a nondescript greeting card. Charmed already by this sense of humbleness, Mr Peabody took a glance at the date. A week from now? He could make that. What else did he have to look forward to?
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The squeals of pleased children were apparent a mile away. Prospect Park was decked out in the charity’s logo at various stands, games, and general information tables. Mr Peabody leisurely made his way around, admiring what appeared to be handcrafted decorations from the children themselves.
“Hey there!” someone at one of the decorated tables shouted at Mr Peabody. “Are you here for the charity carnival?”
Mr Peabody grinned. “Sure am. Is there anything of particular interest to enjoy today?”
The table attendant pointed to a particular gaggle of children that looked rather engaged in a relay race. There were a few adults watching them- one clearly a referee of sorts, if the whistle was any indication.
“AGH is having a relay race with their orphans. The winner gets first dibs on the cakewalk later. They’re really pushing for sponsorships this year too.”
“How dire is Angel Guardian Home’s finances?”
“Not very.” the attendant snorted. “But, you know, Catholics.”
Mr Peabody offered a wry smile. But he did head in the appointed direction.
Those orphans were cutthroat. There was hitting and shouting. One kid would trip, and three others would jump over them unhindered. Mr Peabody wasn’t sure to be amused or afraid, so he opted for a seat near the race course and watched.
Not far from him, one of the kids had to stop to take a breath. This particular kid was barely edging the end of their toddlerhood, and their bright red hair sure made them stand out. Dramatic, as if the case for those types of kids, this kid swiped his brow before looking to see if anyone was watching him. That was when he saw Mr Peabody. His little head tilted at the sight. Now curious, the kid came forward.
“Why do you look like a dog?”
Mr Peabody had kept this red-haired boy at the corner of his eye for awhile. The bluntness didn’t surprise him in the slightest.
“Why? It’s because I am one.” he offered with a smile.
The boy’s face scrunched.
“Dogs don’t talk.”
“I am an exception.”
“Why?”
“To be frank, I’m not entirely sure myself.”
The boy studied the dog for a moment.
“We have the same glasses,” he then noted, speaking a thought. The boy then squinted at Mr Peabody. “Do you really need them, or is it for aesthetic?”
Mr Peabody smirked- more so because of how the child exaggerated his face to say ‘aesthetic.’ Clearly, it was a newer word he had learned and was still trying to pronounce correctly.
“I do in fact need them.” Mr Peabody affirmed. “Do you want to share prescription notes?”
“I’m not allowed to look at those. Adults only.”
“Ah. I see.”
The boy gave an absent nod.
The conversation reaching its natural conclusion, the two allowed silence to come between them. The silence seemed to bug the boy. He started to bounce on his toes, eyes darting as he tried to think of something else to say.
“My name is Sherman!” he then blurted out before running in the opposite direction. Mr Peabody couldn’t help but laugh.
“He’s an odd one, for sure.” a new voice said from behind the dog. It was a nun- one, Peabody assumed, worked for the orphanage. The recently lit Marlboro Red was a bit unnecessary.
“Is he one of the children under the orphanage’s care?” Mr Peabody decided to ask.
“Yep.” the nun agreed. “But he’s… special. He’s likely not going to amount to much.”
Mr Peabody wasn’t sure how he was surprised this nun was being so rash. There really were two different types of nuns in this world- and New York would be the shining example of the ones who chainsmoked.
“What on earth would lead you to that conclusion?” he asked, trying hard not to let the offense get to his voice.
The nun took an exceedingly long drag before gesturing away from them. Mr Peabody followed the gaze. No surprise it was back to Sherman. The very small boy had tried to tag along with three older kids. The older kids were not paying attention to him in the slightest. As Sherman tried to keep up with the others, his attention was diverted for a moment at the corndog stand. Not a moment more, and the kid tripped over a cornhole board and faceplanted into the grass.
The child took a moment to gather his bearings then slowly his face started to break into tears. He wasn’t hurt, just slightly stunned at the sudden stop.
“We worry about that kid.” the nun said with a shake of her head.
Mr Peabody frowned. But that… didn’t prove anything? Sherman was young. His attention had been brought elsewhere. Even an adult would have tripped over that board. Was there something the dog was missing? Impossible. Which meant…
“You’re judging a child by what they could become compared to who they are now. Isn’t that unfair?”
The nun shrugged.
“We can’t cater to every kid. We’re understaffed and lacking space as is.”
Mr Peabody then had a brainwave. They might not have the resources, but he did…
“Sister,” he then addressed the nun, “What does your adoption process look like?”
I have been loving your Peabody and Sherman art too! I especially love how you aren't making Peabody as much of a jerk as he is the original show.
thanks man 🙏🏾
I dunno, I don’t think he’s a jerk, just...smug. Very smug. Buuut he kinda has the right to be. plus in retrospect, he screws a lot of past ppl over?? BUT they’re just simulations, so whatevs lol history’s gotta history
sodium chloride and table salt aren’t even the same thing ya smart asshole
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