secretly three otters in a trenchcoat

Moon, she/they/he/it chronically online demiromantic and demisexual I'm chaotic and forgetful neurodivergent, please use tone tags :3 I stan the sanders sides an unhealthy amount. sorry not sorry same goes for ohshc. also sorry not sorry sometimes my brain comes up with stuff

[supermilkshakebanana]

Btw if you follow me and I find out you're either younger than me or about the same age as me or if you're traumatized or depressed or just sad, I'll adopt u

*slams the adoption papers on the table*

Ur my child now. And I'll love you unconditionally. I don't care what you did or who you are or what age you are

That's a threat btw

Also here is my pronoun page: https://en.pronouns.page/@not_the_moon

Some blogs I run:

@virginia-pepper-potts01

@yeskeeppettingmymustache

[crow-dxctor]

low quality animation, was originally me punching a personification of summer cause it’s stupid hot but i’m just too obsessed with logan

also orange side design i guess

a crow vs an orange, who wins?

crow

orange

Voting ended onJun 25

[justvea18]

I just know their arguments are messy af

[depsidase]

[suddenly-a-possum]

[skulduggery201]

[skulduggery201]

[wuwojiti]

[eggshellsareeat]

[fuckterfs-reactivated20252412]

[whereserpentswalk]

[unstickyhunter]

[who-is-page]

[copperbadge]

[scheduledlogansanders]

a lo-quality logan for your troubles

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer

[istascha-deactivated20260222]

my body is a machine that turns normal situations into psychological horror

[vampiredoriangray]

fuck my gay life. pharmacist asked for my ID when I was picking up my testosterone and instead of my driver’s license, I accidentally grabbed the fool tarot card I keep behind it in my phone case and went to hand that to her

[just--icy]

[mortalityplays]

opened the comments on a post and tumblr somehow had a half written comment already autofilled from the last time I saw that post. which was at least two years and several computers ago. what does this site's back end look like

[theminotaursmanual]

by Laerte Coutinho

[las-lus]

btw this is laerte. She is 73 now! Making art and being happy! It's never too late to transition

[parkerjams]

janus used to disguise himself as virgil. before he left the “dark”. it wasn’t often, he could usually just tell virgil what he needed to say to thomas. but he would every once in a while, as practice for the more difficult impersonations. virgil and janus knew each other, one might even call them friends, so the impressions came easier.

the last time janus wore virgil’s skin, it was right before he was accepted. a few days at most. janus did it as a last-ditch effort, a way to show virgil that he treats him better than the “light sides” ever could.

janus appeared in a puffy hoodie and dark eyeshadow, and gave his best performance that he’s never stopped regretting.

he acted like virgil at his worst, mean and jaded, insulting the sides and thomas plainly, venom in every word. creating dangers out of thin air, ignoring any attempts to redirect, feeding insecurities that even virgil didn’t know about. janus knew it all, and wielded the knowledge like a finely tuned weapon. he knew how cruel virgil could be, it was time the others really saw it.

it went as expected. the sides distrusted virgil even more now, they hated him. hated what he could be if left unchecked. thomas took a mental health day.

janus sinks down to see virgil, beaming with pride. the impersonation was spot on. now virgil could see that janus is the only one who can handle virgil at his most tumultuous.

virgil is hyperventilating on the floor. how could janus see him in such a horrible way? and show it to the others?? he’d worked so hard to be listened to, and now what? back to square one?

they hated virgil. and they were right to. he was so awful that his best friend could put on a sickening production, masquerading as everything he hates about himself, and be believed.

it was a rough few days.

virgil’s never said it directly, but janus knows his stunt was one of the last straws for virgil’s decision to “duck out”.

janus never disguised himself as virgil again.

[alibonbonn]

And Thetis, in tears, said to him:

"I won't have you with me for long, my child, if you say such things. Hector's death means yours."

From under a great weight, Achilles answered:

"Then let me die now. I was no help to him when he was killed out there. He died far from home, and he needed me to protect him."

-The Iliad, book 18.

🏺

My illustration for @singomusezine, coming out this July

[hsudus]

Official Commisioned Art by Infold artist!

Rough translation for Xavier and Zayne MC says their names (their chinese names) "Shen Xinghui—— (followed by moans "aah")"

Same with Zayne's "Lí shen--" (followed by "aah")

For Rafayel's its something like:

"You humans...

Are you all like this,

leaving a "mark" on the things you like?" (Referring to love bites)

For Sylus its roughly like

"The shower here is not soundproof"

(If you're interested in more official art by infold, i posted other official arts on my blog, their hidden because of it being mildly explicit)

[humanjarvis]

one shot

synopsis: sylus has no fears. what? what do you mean, needles? that makes no sens—

alright, scratch that. sylus has one fear.

tags: fluff, needles obvs, vague description of vaccination process, reader is adamant that sylus gets this shot, he’s a chicken, resonating, domesticisms at the end  word count: 900

to combat a virus that seems to disproportionately affect evolvers, all eligible individuals have been given a new preventative vaccine. 

almost all of them, anyway.

“come on!” you huff, pushing with all your might. “it won't be that bad!”

“why don't you try again, kitten? you almost moved me an inch that time.” 

this early in the morning, the pharmacy parking lot is mostly empty. but by the time you finally manage to drag sylus inside, you fear they'll already be closed for the day.

you'd gotten your shot weeks ago, the only side effect being a bit of soreness. but every time you asked sylus how his shot went, he always found a way to dodge the question. after days of back-and-forth and a 30-minute interrogation, you’d reached a harrowing conclusion:

sylus was afraid of needles.

“it’s not as odd as you think,” he’d said while you gaped at him. “believe it or not, i value my life. why should i let a stranger skewer me and thank them for it?”

you’d booked his appointment at the store nearest to you the very next day. 

“stop being a baby!” you groan. “it’ll literally take ten seconds.”

“i don’t know, sweetie.” planting his heels further into the asphalt, he halfheartedly picks at his nails. “i could get used to the sound of you calling me ‘baby.’”

“what if you get sick because you didn't get the treatment?” you change tactics, putting your hands on your hips. “i’ll be so sad and lonely.”

“you can set up a lawn chair next to my grave. be sure to wear sunscreen.”

your hands leave your sides to fly up in the air. ugh. “you—” ugh. “you…” ugh!!

sylus blinks lazily. “can we go home now?”

“no.” you breathe slowly through your nose, a slight wheeze blowing through. “you leave me no choice.”

snatching his arm into a crushing bear hug, you feel the familiar rush of resonance flow through your body. once you’ve adopted his evol, red and black ropes coil around his wrists. 

mustering all your energy, you brace yourself and pull with all your might. in slow motion, your boyfriend torpedoes through the pharmacy doors. 

despite his protests, you don't look back until you’ve made it to the reception area. 

“there.” you stop resonating, and the ropes disappear. “now tell them you're here for your appointment.”

sylus only scowls at you, a slight growl rumbling in his throat. 

if you weren’t in public, you’d growl back. instead, you cross your arms. “i can do that part for you, too, if you're feeling shy.”

as seconds pass, his hackles drop, and his figurative ears lay flat on his head. warily, he stalks toward the check-in station. 

──────

the heat ripples off him in waves. 

after fifteen torturous minutes of waiting, the short brunette pharmacist finally calls sylus to the back. when he hears his name, his body tenses. then, slowly, he slinks out of his seat.

“good luck!” you call from the comfort of your chair, flipping absently through a lifestyle magazine.

when you make no move to follow him, he stares at you in unease. “you’re not coming?”

“do i need to?”

his jaw clenches. “it would be nice.”

at that, you suppress a laugh—he doesn't need to be any more agitated right now. shrugging, you flip the magazine closed and follow him to the side door, where the pharmacist ushers you in with a warm smile. at least this way, you can keep an eye on him.

──────

it’s funny how a man with so many battle scars winces at the sting of a tiny needle. he nearly crushes your hand when it pierces his skin, squeezing with the force of an embattled legion. you only reclaim the feeling in your fingers once the needle is removed, and sylus’s deep exhale fills the room. 

“alright, sir, you’re all done!” the pharmacist chirps. “we recommend you hang back here for around twenty minutes so we can monitor potential side effects, but after that, you're free to go.” 

minus his twitching eye, sylus looks like he's frozen in time. ever the caretaker, you step in for him with a smile. “thank you!” 

──────

the next morning, you attempt to roll out of bed and start your day, only to find that you can’t. 

sylus can get touchy in his sleep, but usually not to this extent. this morning, his entire right arm is draped over you, its bulk anchoring you to the bed. 

after several unsuccessful attempts to wriggle free, you trail your eyes up his topless body, all the way to his face. he’s gazing back at you, a slight smirk on his lips. because of course he is. 

“after yesterday, i can barely lift it. so i guess we’re stuck here, just like this. for hours, maybe. who knows?” he yawns exaggeratedly and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, nipping gently at the skin. “these are just the consequences of your actions, i suppose.” 

“oh, yes. it’s my fault for trying to keep you healthy.” grumbling, you try to lift his leaden arm, to no avail. 

with a low, victorious hum, he soothes the sting on your neck with a kiss. 

“fine,” you grunt. yesterday, he let you win. you suppose you can return the favor. “go back to sleep, then. you big baby.”

[pianta]

doodles (¬_¬)

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[hueysanxiety]

Prinxiety works so well bc Virgil is an overthinker and Roman is an underthinker send post

[miyukiko]