TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE
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
Got mine back when I was in my FNAF era, my favorite animatronic was Mangle. At first it was Manglefan but it changed to Mangos for genuinely no reason. Now it sticked to almost every account I have.
uh iâm tired most of the time and my favorite character is archibald strutted from archibaldâs next big thing so thatâs why iâm called âsleepystrutter28â
I had two previous accounts with the same name but slightly altered and I lost them so yeah
@mountaindewfein @ojwolfy @theoff1calfou4 @gummymew @pinnedd-board @bumbiddybiddybiddybumbummm @b0ba1nw0nderl4nd @nullaby27 @nspilothat + anyone I forgot to tag & open tags!!
aaauauuaua. paintbrush đđ i identified as a paintbrush fictionkin way back when đđ and i thought it would be cute to name myself paintytherealest. so like i was the "realest" version of them and also i was "real" in the sense of being honest and trustworthy and shit. i think i may have outgrown it a little, not so sure about tying my online identity to a fictional character that isnt mine LOL but i still use it for platforms which i dont intend to talk with irl peeps much.
ummm @justanotherjaykist @bananacaramel @b1ossomk3y2 @krmk-wrkshp @f00l-m3-n0t @risesthemoon-18 @roselalabunny @msuiclovr @metabsstuff + open tags. i actually tried to hunt for more of my moots for once heh
wellll- the reason I was called theoff1calfou4 was because: I used to sound like four PERFECTLY and I knew how to act like him, Plus I related to him A LOT. But by accident, I wrote offical instead of official since I had bad grammar (till now I kinda have) but it made my user a bit interesting so I made it like that (I added the 1 and 4 on off1cal and fou4 since they look like the letters and 1 ND 4 r siblings to me :]) so DATS why I named my self theoff1calfou4 ^^
ok so basically I had a tough time picking a username on ao3 so whay I did was
-took a nickname of mine ("Mallory")
- added something cool at the end ("Meow")
put em together and I got mall0ryy_meow as my ao3 username. Since then I started using it for all my accounts. You'll find me here and on ao3. You'll find me as "burnt zero" or smth on magma, and "gubbyvii" on discord
OK COOL
@coofepinetree (I've been interested in this username for a while now) @jellycatz10 @patchynmatchin
ooh ok letâs do this !!!
so basically my username was actually going to be PancakezznZyrup before I changed it too Patchynmatchin
I wanted something like really catchy and fun to say and similar to that username. Patchynmatchin was the first thing that came to mind so I decided to go with that!! :]
ok friend time I dunno if theyâve done this yet @vividhollow @evilherehotel @rvb1nator @orchuris @biograft-473 @eldr1tch-cr0w @cassiemousepaint(<- curious about that!! Lots)
so!! originally my url was biblically-accurate-crow because i liked biblically accurate angels and crows. randomly around last year i realized i dont want anyone irl finding my blog besides close friends and since i was becoming a little more well known in my school and i was worried people would find it because my discord username was pretty much the same thing
so! the solution? changing my url to eldr1tch-cr0w (which i thought of it as a shortened version of the original at the time) and changing my discord username to something completely different. as well as every other social media account that ppl irl knew about
ok originally my name was DimmyDoodles because i really liked Dimentio from SPM and im an artist and i had this name for years all through my amino phase UNTIL tumblr deactivated my account so now my username is cannibalnumber14 because well. the number
IMMA DO THIS CAUSE IM BORED
i really really like liminal spaces and, because i wanted to change my user from "basillover32" (because it just doesn't match me anymore) i decided to name myself "imaginedmist" ... I DONT HAVE MUCH REASONING FOR THE "imagined" PART but i just thought it sounded neat so i adopted it
I still very much adore Undertale but it isn't my main hyperfixation rn. My username comes from having Sans as one of my yumes along with some of the AUs.
@dangersty1er @aceofheartsssss @victor-forest and anyone who wants to be in on this, no pressure to if you don't want to :3
THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME EEEEEEEEE (I ACC get so giddy when ppl tag me in fun stuffz :>>>
SOOOO, it's a weird one (as usual đđ) but I got my username from a weird dream I had when I was 18, where I was escaping this government facility in a desert but I got caught. My code name in the dream was "Ace of Spades" and I thought it was COOL, but at the same time irl I also found out I was acespec.
So around the same time, I did some acespec research and found out that romantic asexuals are nicknamed "Ace of Hearts" and aromantic asexuals are nicknamed "Ace of Spades." So I chose aceofheartssssss with 6 s cuz my irl name is 6 letters.
Jus call me Ace.
AGAIN TYSM FOR HAVING ME, I TAG:
@geesvenom @tinydefector @desertrosesmetaldune @aznanananananana
and ANY1 who wants to do ts, no pressure to if ya don't feel like it idc :DDD
Thanks Ace! Your user story is awesome XD It just comes together so well hahaha Love the meaning of the 6 S's
For me: I lived in a country that was 90% desert for a good portion of my formative years and an activity I remember doing is going desert rose hunting. It's actually one of the few souveniers I have of that life and I guess they just stuck with me.
Then I just adjusted it for themed blogs :3
No pressure but I'll tag: @sorsuta @kldgo and @mouseycometz
Hey! Iâm the anon who asked for more info about Orion Pax finding out heâs boning tiny human. Please donât feel any pressure at all, just write it whenever the mood strikes and you have the timeâ€ïž
Also thank you so much for the suggestion! I loved âShiny and Newâ
Aw thank you! I'm glad you liked the fic, it really is very very good!
I need to write and draw but I get home from my 6AM shifts and if I don't nap at 5PM for 4 hours, get up for dinner and then go right back to bed- I'll instantly die
Went to watch Obssession in theatre by myself. Had never been to the cinema for a horror movie. Can barely cope with watching them. Never went alone. The premise was too interesting to me to not go but I was shitting BRICKS.
I brought mini Soundwave and Optimus as emotional support that I could clutch for dear life with and it worked pretty well.
Good movie, spent a lot of the runtime just listening to it, but very, very good movie.
Anon asking for more context on the 'Orion Pax finds out he's been boning a tiny organic' in my last drabble : I see your ask. I appreciate it. I haven't answered because I thought I'd write a drabble for it but my current priority is Where The Tide Takes You so I've benched it as of right now!
If you're vying for that exact story premise- and I honestly feel like it's unecessary for me to promote it but yeah- @ss-shitstorm has an add on fic for Fortuna called 'Shiny And New' and honest to God if you read AFAB reader fics and have ever wanted to top the FUCK out of TFP Prime, it's perfect.
G1 Optimus is soo goddamn funny cause wdym he says to Megatron âyouâre old Megatron. Yesterdayâs model, ready for the SCRAPPYâ đđđ
Hilarious. Hysterical even. He spouts stupid action-movie one-liners and I still want to make out with him. Weird, right?
I love the idea that Optimus has embraced his 'cringe' and just rolls with what he can think of in the moment. He'll come back from fights to laugh about it with his fellow Autobots. Maybe at the start of the war he took it all seriously- and he'll dip back into that solemn and grim tone when the stakes call for it- but now these fights with Megatron are just reglar Tuesday day shifts. Everyone kind of knows what to expect: Clock in, scrap a bit, return home to lick your wounds and reconvene next week for the same thing. Over time these duels between the two faction leaders have grown ever-so-slightly playful, and when Prime starts trying to spit corny insults at Megatron like it's a school playground, everyone else follows.
Anyways this is my headcannon for why G1 is so silly (Until it's not, but if I think about the movie I might start crying) and like they aren't actually fighting a war. Just that they got tired of being War For Cybertron level "Everything's fucked" and decided to at least make their routine fun.
I'm sorry this next chapter has been taking me so long! Take a bigger snippet:
G1 Optimus Prime x AFAB reader!
Happiness Is Where The Tide Takes You (Float! Optimus! Float!) - WIP SNIPPET!
Youâre helping Prowl sort through the endless piles of human roadmaps that everyone had accumulated one morning. Teletraan had the drones available to scan the immediate area, but getting accustomed to the wider zone was a manual process.
Prowl sits at a monitor, digital map pulled up as you help him locate the segments of paper you have. Throwing ones already on the digital map away and folding back others for later.
Nudging Prowl, you chide him with teases and questions. Heâs always a little drier, but you watch the tiny tilt of a smile grace his lips quickly. Draping yourself over his shoulder -and being careful to not put your weight onto the sensitive joint of his wing (That lesson was learned quickly!) - you point out intersections and main roads when he doesnât quite spot them as fast. With the two of you focused, you blaze through work in no time.
You get a bit overzealous, however, and almost tip over into his lap when the door behind the two of you opens. It slides back in a furious rip of mechanics and an alarming beep of button press. Supporting your full weight, Prowl stops your head from meeting the far-down hard of his thigh. He catches you with one stiff and impersonal hand. Smothers it over your face as you kick your legs around and complain through muffle.
Prowl twists sideways to look to the entrance, the bench that would have been where you would stand back down is taken from beneath you. You give in and lay limply across his shoulder like a half cape.
âPrime.â Prowl says.
âOptimus!â You chirp, but itâs unintelligible.
âY/N.â Comes Optimusâ voice from somewhere in front of you, you grip Prowl's cage and lift your head up to peak past his fingers. OP takes a moment to look around, to take in your predicament. âCan you step away for a moment? I have a matter to discuss with you.â
Prowl unceremoniously plucks you from him, one hand around midsection like heâs hanging you from your scruff and deposits you on the bench. You hack past the way the collar of your shirt choked you.
âYeah,â Prowl at least has the politeness to pull the back hem of your shirt down with a quick tug, âsure.â
You follow Optimus down and out the door that he always holds for you.
Once youâre in the quiet of the hallway and thereâs definitely no one around, Optimus takes a knee.
âI have been considering what you said at the beach,â He starts, and you take a second to rifle through which of the large list he is talking about, âAnd I have found I want to put my trust in your advice.â
The âyou need to take more time offâ? Or âYou are a personâ? Maybe even âYouâre too mean to yourself.â?
God forbid, if he was talking about the âI care about youâ.
His hand unfurls. Sat on giant palm is the brochure you had seen on Teletraanâs screen.
âGoing out with you was fun. So I wanted to ask if youâd accompany me again.â He explains as you pick up the folded leaflet. Itâs for a botanical garden. âOn another trip. Just the two of us.â
You flip out pages clipped together with cheap staples. Thereâs seasonal event on, some romantic lighting and a huge dollop of scenic land.
The answer was looking like âall of the aboveâ.
âAre you... Asking me on a date right now, Optimus?â
You really have started getting used to saying without completely thinking-
He pauses, you mortify.
âI⊠suppose I am. Yes.â
Oh, fuck. Oh, okay.
A giant servo taps lightly at the page about the extended opening times for evenings.
âWe will have to stay out much later than our last trip to avoid human attention, and the lights will be dimmed once the garden is closed but- I just thought you would enjoy it.â
A smile smacks you upside the head, not only had he been doing research, he had chosen it just for you.
âYes, I mean-â You stutter out your answer, taking a second to collect yourself, âIâd love to go on a date with you, Optimus.â
You see roses and petals and a pink glitter in the air around blue helm. Like the worlds most potent drug you both bliss out in ecstasy and have your heart explode. Synthetic lighting glints off of the grate at the crest of his helm and you think timeâs stopped. That maybe this isnât real.
What sounds like a library being upturned breaks through the moment, alongside the bitterest invent of swearing hissing from quiet vox.
Thereâs an alarm to Optimusâ finials at the fact that hearing inside the room behind you goes two ways. Optimus stands up from his kneel.
âI will meet you outside of the Ark tomorrow night at...â He recalls his premade plan, âseven.â
You nod, stupefied at the drug deal youâve just made with the world's biggest square.
âDont be late, agent.â
The title is formal. Felt almost like an automatic tick of the gauge thatâs setting back to cop mode. Somehow you are both being placed down to the side and out of sight, and tickled with a title he does not use with you often.
What game was this? Keep up appearances, or sexy soldier roleplay?
You clutch flier to chest and watch him turn and walk away. He doesnât spare a glance back, just rounds the corner and leaves you with that.
Aye, aye⊠sir?
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Prowl is restacking what was once neat piles when you re-enter the room. Mumbling curses that don't mean much to someone without a pipe for an asshole. He gives you one quick glance as you bend to help him.
âWhat did Prime want?â Prowl asks through formality. You're sure he heard most of it.
An unbothered and professional line forms on Prowls face. You recall Optimus' words about a Prime's image. Prowl takes in the leaflet with squinted eyes when you show him,
âAnother cultural trip.â
â...â He pauses collecting spilled maps, watching you with a strategist's eyes. Like you've given him the variables but not what they actually stand for. âSounds fun.â
âIt will be.â You chirp, plucking paper from the floor because his chunky hands can't catch the edge of it. It's taken from you with a calculating slowness. Processors adding and subtracting, hopefully not dividing. âWe should do one together some time. You rarely leave base.â
Prowl watches you for a long moment. Shifts thin lips to the side once in a stretch of face muscles. Then takes the map you give to him to place back into the pile.
He looks towards the door OP left out of. Like something has shifted, recalibrated.
âSure,â he surprises you, âI'm kind of sick of being the one doing all the tedious work.â
That is- not something you'd expect to hear him say. But you wouldn't have expected a date from Optimus either. Nor the hand lightly relaying a strand of your hair that has apparently been sat wrong this whole time.
It's not a romantic act, not in the same way Optimus cradling your touch had been, but it is caring and reluctantly gentle.
âDon't bite off more than you can tread,â he says, âthis war is too big for someone so small.â
Caring and gentle. Caring and gentle. Yet so⊠discouraging.
You heave a sigh. Prowl goes back to work, not looking up as he speaks,
âYou're smart, I know you know.â He taps the table once, âjust be sure you both know what âdateâ means.â
What it means to entangle with a man that has a mortal enemy. And what the word âdateâ means to a man that doesn't even see himself as a person.
Not to look Primus' metal golden boy in the mouth but- You really hope you're both on the same page about âdateâ.
