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www-r04dw4rr10r-net · 1 year

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Deimos Blinkies

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rock-n-raceway · 9 months

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Glamrock Freddy stimboard for an anon!!

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-Mod Roxy 🎸

#mod roxy/roxx 🎸#i am the best!!🎸req finished #glamrock freddy kin #fnaf kin #stimboard #kinboard #stim #glamrock freddy

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yuhnalovs · 5 months

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☒ 🎸　 ˘ 　 ❁

☒ ☃️　 ˘ 　 ❁

#˘˘ 🎸 lana #stayc sumin #aesthetic #dividers #kpop moodboard #kpop icons #bae sumin #sumin moodboard #sumin #reqs open #favicons #sanrio #stayc moodboard #stayc

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inmaki · 8 months

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☆ ello u can call me zu or zuma! i make stuff for jjk as of now! my main blog is @inmaki2 so i follow back from there

☆ if there’s a specific character u want in a textfic lmk, i do not write sukuna and ‘dark content’ shit.

☆ as for writing smut, i only write gojo, geto, and toji for now (u can req nanami and choso but it has a less chance of being done). fluff/comfort can be for anyone!

☆ be warned that i do not do all reqs, and theres no order, i just pick whichever one i wanna do so the wait could be forever or two days :’)

☆ i have a massive crush on suguru. ok thats all heres the mlist!! feel free to send an ask and chat w/me,, i especially love getting song or show recommendations plspslsps!?

☆ anon list ( i reply slow sorry): 🧍‍♀️, 🍃, 🪩, 💌, 🍵, 🍉, 🧋, 🧞‍♀️, 📀 , 🫧, 🍙, 🎧,⚡️, 🪐, ✳️, 🦦, 🪭, 🎸, 🦜, 💫, 🍏 , 🍦, 🌷, 🍠, 🚀, 🍋, 🦑 , 🎨 , 🕊️, 🍄, 🧬, 🪸, 🎀 , 🍡, 🦝, ☄️ , 🪼 ♊️, 🍎, 🧌, ⛈️, 👹, 👽

#inmaki #jjk creator w csm theme moment #pfp by sybbatra on insta <3

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inlovewithpandora · 9 months

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- Let Me In -

Pairing: Hobie x fem!Spider!reader

Request: [ 🎸 anon ] Hello! I have a request for a Hobie x reader:) | If you are okay with it (it's ok if not!) can you do a comfort fic where reader is struggling with suicidal thoughts + self harm and they haven't really been taking care of themselves properly and is just always thinking they shouldn't be alive ect. Then one day Hobie comes to their house through their bedroom window (who needs doors?) but he finds them in their bathroom abt to self harm and comforts them.

Synopsis: Being Spiderwoman hasn't been an easy task for you. The sacrifice, dedication, and having to turn your life upside down to accommodate your powers was making living day to day difficult for you so you begin to wonder if you should take matters into your own hands and end your suffering.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, act of self-harm (and lightly descriptive) mention of blood, mention of scars and wounds, crying, reader struggling with depression/illness, Hobie comforting reader and being there for her

If any of the content above makes you uncomfortable please DNI!!!

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this req in! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations! This was a really good request and I enjoyed writing it even though my heart was breaking for reader. Let me know what you think by sending an anonymous ask or comment if you feel comfortable!

Word Count: 1.1k

Extra: Requests are open! Please read rules before requesting! || Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated❤️! Links: Navigation || Atsv Masterlist || Main Masterlist || Taglist

As you sit on the rim of your bathtub, you couldn’t help but look at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was scattered across your head, your eyes were sunken and puffy, and your body was covered with old battle wounds from fighting different evils of the universe, but the most fresh scars were the ones that adorned your arms.

Being Spiderwoman hasn't been an easy task for you. The sacrifice, dedication, and having to turn your life upside down to accommodate your powers were making living day to day difficult for you. Coming home with fresh wounds every night began to take a physical and mental toll on your health. The stress and pressure of protecting the city of Brooklyn was starting to become too much. You wanted to talk to Hobie, but you didn’t want to worry him with your problems, so you decided to keep your feelings bottled up which made you resort to self-harm, hoping to release some of your tension and finally feel a sense of relief.

The more you began to cut, the more you distanced yourself from the world. You haven’t been to HQ, spending time with your friends, and most importantly you haven’t talked to Hobie in almost a week. Your new way of spending your time was cooped up in your apartment, drowning in your sorrows.

It has gotten to the point where your pain became so insufferable that you began to think if living was worthwhile anymore. You couldn’t go on like this, dealing with the weight of being Spiderwoman on your shoulders. Thinking about putting yourself in the face of danger and praying that you didn’t get severely injured or even worse: ending up plummeting to your death.

You felt like if you were going to do that, you might as well leave the world on your own terms, the way you thought would be appropriate. Were you currently thinking clearly? No. This was the illness talking. The older, happier version of yourself would never even let thoughts like this cross her mind, but now… now it was too late. This was the only way to make that dark cloud that hung over your head move away.

Hobie has been worried about you. The only time he talks to you now is through text and when he finds a way to get a hold of you, the conversations were dry, so he can’t even get a true feeling to see how you’re doing.

When he finishes his patrol duties, he decides to swing by your apartment, just to make sure you’re okay. Once he’s outside your window, he opens it slowly and climbs inside. When his feet hit the floor, he turns around and closes the window behind him, then tries to figure out where you are.

As his eyes scan the room, he locates the sound of sobs from the bathroom which alerted him, thinking you got hurt from slipping in the shower or something of that sort. When he reaches the bathroom door, he peeps his head inside, which reveals you with tears pouring down your cheeks while you run a razor across your skin. As Hobie watches the blood trickle down your arm and drip onto your marble floor, his stomach churns and his heart breaks at the scene unraveling in from him.

As you raise the sharp object again, almost pressing it deep into your arm, Hobie barges in, not being able to watch you hurt yourself any longer. When the door widens and you see him looking at you with a concerned and worried expression, you drop the razor, pull your jacket sleeves down, and rush over to the other side of the bathroom.

“Leave, Hobie.” You turn your back towards him, not wanting him to see how you’ve completely let yourself go. This isn’t how you wanted your reunion with him to go, you cutting and him bearing witness, having to see you in such a distraught state, but there’s nothing you can do about it now.

Hobie walks up to you, attempting to wrap his arms around, but you swat them away as more tears fill your eyes. “Hobie, I said leave! I don’t want you here! I-I don’t want you to see me!” As you attempt to raise your voice, it begins to crack due to the sob trying to make an appearance.

“Love, please,” Hobie's heart gets so heavy with each moment. He didn’t know you were doing this, he never knew that you had a burden so heavy that you had to resort to this method to find a sense of peace. At this moment, all he wants to do is be here for you and help as much as he can provide.

He gently places his arm on your shoulder, hoping you would turn around and face him. “Let me in, allow me to help you. I promise I won’t judge. I-I just want to help you, please.” The sincerity in his voice soothes you enough to turn around and face him. Without wasting another second, you run into his arms and begin to cry into his chest. Hobie immediately embraces you, wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and comfortable, to let you know that he is here specifically to comfort you.

“It’s okay love, let it all out. I’m here for you now. I’m gonna help you through this.” He kisses your head softly as he rubs your back, continuing to comfort you with sweet and reassuring words, letting you know that he’ll never leave your side no matter what.

Once your cries begin to lessen and you begin to calm down, you and Hobie sit down together. “I know you probably don’t wanna talk right now and that’s fine. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but I want to let you know that you don’t have to go through this alone. I will forever stand by your side through thick and thin, good and bad. No matter what, I will always love you and that’ll never change.” At this moment, you are so thankful for Hobie. He didn’t freak out on you, shame you, or force you to do anything which you appreciated. Knowing that Hobie saw you at your lowest and still accepted you meant the world to you.

“Thank you, Hobie.” You speak softly as you look up at him with glistening eyes, new tears ready to be shed, but this time they are tears of joy that you had someone like Hobie to lean on.

“Of course, now let’s clean up these cuts and then for the rest of the day, it’s just me and you.”

I hope you enjoyed❤️!

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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hi!! i’ve recently been struggling with my eating disorder, and i was wondering if you could do a hobie x gf!reader where reader is having a really hard time eating and he comforts her and helps her eat? lots of physical touch and words of affirmation if possible - and if this req is uncomfy i get it !!

Awww hon I hope this helps you feel a bit better!

Let Them Eat Cake (Or Something)

Soft!Hobie x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Eating Disorders/Anorexia, hints of depression, bullying, some mental trauma, back at it again with the fluffy bullshit (Hobie also makes an inappropriate promise but nothing is detailed lol)

A/N: I myself struggle with eating disorders brought on by financial strains and mental issues (still do) so I totally understand this kinda thing!

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It was the little things Hobie did to take care of you that most people probably couldn't imagine someone of his niche to do.

Things like peeling off the nutrition labels to things you'd buy at the grocery store so you couldn't stress over the calories (or lack thereof), buying those meal replacer shakes for you to try when you didn't want to eat; hovering over (respectfully) when you prepared your meals, saying little things to encourage you to fill your plate more.

"Ay, you should try this. Saw it online and heard it tastes pretty good with that, yeah?"

"Jus' a bit more, I can still see some on ya plate there. Almost done and it's less stuff wasted, right?"

He would even call or text you to eat one of the little snack baggies he'd prepped you full of healthy snacks. Even if it wasn't a full meal, helping you eat throughout the day brought him peace of mind so he wouldn't worry about you wasting away.

He'd read up on eating disorders and didn't like it one bit, so he devoted half his time with you around meals more focusing on you, even while he scarfed down his own portions.

Hobie had an insane metabolism, it was like he was constantly eating something in some way or another to keep himself going, and at some point you'd joked he had a black hole for a gullet.

But still, he would watch you out of the corner of his eye, taking your little mouse nibbles here and there, sipping your drink...

He knew that bringing it up front would only upset you, so he'd do little things to distract you from your thoughts of your food. He'd play little games with you. Like 20 questions. If you got one wrong, you'd have to eat another bite of your food. It would continue like that until your food was gone and you didn't realize it.

A punk with a heart of gold, Hobie Brown was. Though he'd never admit it out loud, even the members of his band would snort and laugh at how soft he was with you; though they understood completely why.

Today, you and Hobie went out for lunch, and you two attracted more than a few curious glances at your contrast in styles when you sat down to order. People just loved to stare, didn't they?

You idly played with your chips, pushing them around on your plate, your chicken sandwich sitting with just a few bites taken out of it.

"Ay, luv. Eyes bigger than your stomach, again?" Hobie asked, sipping his pop.

"Yeah... I just didn't think there'd be so much of it. I just..." You sigh, feeling defeated.

You'd had this problem since you were barely a teenager, and it only got worse after time. At least you stopped making yourself vomit up all your food.

You remember how badly it went when your mother caught you doing that.

In truth, you only started starving because... well. In school you were always insulted by the "prettier" girls. You'd always assumed you were pretty too, that's what your parents and relatives would always say. But being in the face of a gaggle of obnoxiously made-up girls rag on you in the lavatory, in gym class, or lunch... the pressure to be "thin" was hammered into you. If you looked like them, they would leave you alone.

And from there it went. You'd tried dating before, but none of your partners ever took care of you. Hell, one of them practically encouraged it and showed you diet pills online. You broke it off pretty quick after that.

Hobie was honestly the first to not automatically suggest you get locked in a mental ward, or just force yourself to scarf portions that were too much for your shrunken stomach to handle. Hobie was gentle and sweet, understanding with you.

Like he was right now.

"Well we can box it up and you can toast it up for later, alright?" He suggested.

His own plate was empty and your still practically full one wasn't lost on him. But he knew that directly pointing at the elephant in the room would only upset you.

His boot nudged your foot under the table and he gave you a smile, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah.... yeah I can do that." You smile back sheepishly, letting Hobie flag down the server so he could pay (his treat, after all) and get you a to-go box.

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Later that night, Hobie had reheated some leftovers from the night previous and toasted your chips and sandwich for you to finish off again; because ugh, nobody enjoyed soggy microwaved chicken and chips. And if they did they were a complete loon.

You sat snuggled up on the sofa, your food in your lap as Hobie's characteristically empty plate lay on the coffee table next to his propped up feet as the program droned on the television in front of you.

His hand rubbed your arm lazily up and down in a soothing motion as his eyes flicked down to your plate.

"You gon'a finish that, luv?" He hummed softly, kissing the top of your head.

"I..." You sighed down at the plate in your hands.

"'S all right." He mumbled into your hair. "But ya do worry me, baby. How about this... if you finish your food.... hm."

He looked at the ceiling and you could tell that he was faking thinking of something serious.

You knew it especially when he gave you a cocky smirk.

"If you finish your food, I'll do that thing you really like, for you, eh?"

"Hobie!" You snort, rolling your eyes at him.

"Oh? Not what you want, hm? How about..." He tapped his chin with his free hand, once again making a grand gesture of "deep" thought.

"Fine fine... how about we go to that li'le art museum you've been goin' on about?"

Your eyes light up and you look at him.

"Really?"

"Yep! Really. But only if you finish your food." He put a finger under your chin and kissed your nose.

"And eat breakfast tomorrow."

"Deal!"

Hobie smiled to himself as you tore into your food with motivation.

Being Spider-Man didn't always mean fighting the oppressive regime they were stuck with. It wasn't always about thwarting criminals in the streets.

Sometimes it was about coming home and making sure his girlfriend had enough to eat.

And that was plenty for him.

#answered #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader

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soupiero · 5 months

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🍳 > clay calloway (sing 2) stimboard for @stinkyhyena9000 ^_^

🧣 < lion , guitar and related stims

📦 > divider by x

🍳 < reqs are CLOSED ,,

🧣 > 🎸 - 🦁 - 🎸 / 🦁 - - 🦁 / 🎸 - 🦁 - 🎸

#🔦 ︰coolsville !#stim #stimboard #stimblr #lion #lion stim #clay calloway #sing 2 #sing #guitar stim #body stim #fur stim

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alornights · 1 year

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hello! if your requests are open i’d like to req mysterion x fem!villain!reader (aka shes on Prof. Chaos’ side :D) and she’s always dressing up as mysterion just to fuck around and do weird shit pretending to be him for shits n gigs!! ^^

headcanons r great if you wanna do that but if you wanna do a fic u can! (if you wanna make this nsfw age him up pleas 🙏😨)

⟢ just like you.

➜ in which ! you dress as mysterion for shits and giggles.

💌 ﹫mysterion aka, kenny mccormick.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗bit of violent descriptions.

🍓 ⟡ notes — we love a good villain!! i dont do nsfw lmao so no worries on that part, but i do hope you enjoy this lil headcanon/fic thing <3

it actually wasn't your idea to dress up as mysterion rather it was butters who overheard the guys talking while he was in the jail cell on how if you wore a mysterion costume, he'd flip out.

oh how fun it was to dress up as him.

barely anyone could tell it wasn't him unless they got a close-up of you. so obviously, as a villain, you do some rather, reckless things. like robbery. and arson. and a tad bit of demon summoning.

so when the mysterious man wakes up and checks the news to see all the allegations about him and sees you instead.

he goes nuts.

"What the FUCK, is wrong with you?!" He sneered, kicking you to a wall, letting your body sag as you coughed a bit. "Do you know how much shit I've had to deal with because of you?"

Despite the pain you may be in, you smile back. "Aw shucks, did little ole me get you into that much trouble?"

He stares at you in disbelief before dropping down to where you sat. "You summoned a bunch of demons. What do you think?"

"I think I looked hot doing it." You simply responded, cupping his cheek with a wink. "You agree don't you mystery man?"

no he does not find you hot. he finds you extremely beautiful.

if it weren't for the fact that you were a villain and had committed so many crimes he totally would not be kissing you right now.

"Don't get your hopes up." He responded plainly holding out his hand to help you stand up.

"Uh huh sure." You responded with a knowing tone before turning around, "I'll see you tomorrow for another fun night, cya!"

no, he did not let you go because he has fun chasing you down and fighting you. no, he did not let you go because without you his life would most certainly not be less boring.

does he regret letting you go though? absolutely.

two days later he wakes up to see that all over twitter there are pictures of "him" drawing penises everywhere, giving people sign-up sheets to join professor chaos, and hanging around + helping racoon man summon a bunch of dead people to be your minions.

is later forced to do a press meeting with the freedom pals explaining to the public that no, that is not him.

"You can not keep getting away with his."

"But you let me because you love me."

"I do not."

You raised an eyebrow holding out your hands. "Okay, then arrest me, hero. Since you do not love me and instead, hate me."

He stares at you blankly as you smiled cockily. "You suck."

You laughed loudly walking up to him, slinging your arms around his neck, and pressing your bodies together. "Sure sure, you suck too."

He groaned turning away as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Life would just be too boring without you.

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #mysterion x reader

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microwaveable-icons · 7 months

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can i req scott pilgrim icons w this flag (https:// www. tumblr.com/bunnelbaby /710065205945794560/trauma-regressor-flag-for-those-who-regress-to) (theres some spaces since i cant send links anonymously and i dont wanna go off anon) if thats okay ....... -🎸

sure!!

#scott pilgrim icons #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim #spvtw icons #spvtw #spvstw #spvstw icons #agere community #trauma regressor #age regression #sfw regression #🎸 anon

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tumberkin · 4 months

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CAN I REQ A BARB STIMBOARD WITH ANGER AND LESBIANS FLAGGG 🎸🎸🔥🔥🔥🔥 oh and also a korn song any!1!!!1!11!1!!2!2!

Barb stimboard w/ anger & lesbian !

i hope u enjoy

#fiction kin #fictionkin #other kin #otherkin #stimboard #stimboards #trolls #trolls band together #trolls barb #trolls stimboard #band together stimboard #lesbian stimboard #anger stimboard #explosion stimboard

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www-r04dw4rr10r-net · 1 year

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2BDamned Blinkies

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rock-n-raceway · 9 months

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☆ Care-kit for a Gregory fictive with no further specification for an anon!

☆ wacky tracks

☆ glamrock freddy plush

☆ fidget toy mystery pack

☆ trolli gummies

☆ fruit roll-ups variety pack

☆ flippy chain

divider creds!!

#mod roxy/roxx 🎸#i am the best!!🎸req finished #gregory fictive #fnaf gregory #fnaf fictive #fictive care kit #care kit #fictive request

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electricalstemplates · 5 days

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OMG THANK YOU!!!! ~🧋/WAVERLY

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Could they be all suuper long templates with matching questions?

1 would be like blue + music

2 would be like bats + music

3 would be blue + bats!!

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH YOU'RE SO COOL SND I LOVE YOUR STUFF SO SO MUCH!!!!!!

Here you are!!

♫⋆.˚✮**Basics**✮˚.⋆♫ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Name𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Age𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Nicknames𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Gender𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Orient𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Pronouns𝄞⨾ ┆*prn* ┆*prn* ╰┈➤ *prn* ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Species𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Birthday𝄞⨾ ⊹🌊 ˚. ‹ Relationship Status𝄞⨾ ♫⋆.˚✮**System**✮˚.⋆♫ ⊹💙 ˚. ‹ Role𝄞⨾ ⊹💙 ˚. ‹ Alter type𝄞⨾ ⊹💙 ˚. ‹ Source𝄞⨾ ⊹💙 ˚. ‹ Sign-off/emoji𝄞⨾ ⊹💙 ˚. ‹ Subsystem𝄞⨾ ⊹💙 ˚. ‹ Typing quirk𝄞⨾ ♫⋆.˚✮Relationships✮˚.⋆♫ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Platonic𝄞⨾ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Romantic𝄞⨾ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Familial𝄞⨾ ♫⋆.˚✮**Personal**✮˚.⋆♫ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Likes𝄞⨾ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Dislikes𝄞⨾ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Favorite color𝄞⨾ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Favorite food/drink𝄞⨾ ⊹🎶 ˚. ‹ Hobbies𝄞⨾ ♫⋆.˚✮**Boundaries**✮˚.⋆♫ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Interaction__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Touch__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __PDA__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Flirting /p__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Flirting /r__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Compliments__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Venting__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Nicknames__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Pet names__𝄞�� ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Front reqs__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Pings__𝄞⨾ ⊹🎧 ˚. ‹ __Dms__𝄞⨾

// ₊˚ʚ 🦇.~~Basics~~₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩🎵𓆪**Name**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Age**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Nicknames**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Gender**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Orient**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Pronouns**›› ⤿▷▷ prn ⤿▷▷ prn ⤿▷▷ prn 𓆩🎵𓆪**Species**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Birthday**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Relationship Status**›› // ₊˚ʚ 🦇.~~System~~₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩💿𓆪**Role**›› 𓆩💿𓆪**Alter type**›› 𓆩💿𓆪**Source**›› 𓆩💿𓆪**Sign-off/emoji**›› 𓆩💿𓆪**Subsystem**›› 𓆩💿𓆪**Typing quirk**›› // ₊˚ʚ 🦇.~~Relationships~~₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩🎵𓆪**Platonic**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Romantic**›› 𓆩🎵𓆪**Familial**›› // ₊˚ʚ 🦇.~~Personal~~₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩📀𓆪**Likes**›› 𓆩📀𓆪**Dislikes**›› 𓆩📀𓆪**Favorite color**›› 𓆩📀𓆪**Favorite food/drink**›› 𓆩📀𓆪**Hobbies**›› // ₊˚ʚ 🦇.~~Boundaries~~₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩🎸𓆪**Interaction**›› 𓆩🎤𓆪Touch›› 𓆩🎸𓆪**PDA**›› 𓆩🎤𓆪**Flirting /p**›› 𓆩🎸𓆪**Flirting /r**›› 𓆩🎤𓆪**Compliments**›› 𓆩🎸𓆪**Venting**›› 𓆩🎤𓆪**Nicknames**›› 𓆩🎸𓆪**Pet names**›› 𓆩🎤𓆪**Front reqs**›› 𓆩🎸𓆪**Pings**›› 𓆩🎤𓆪**Dms**››

◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤ ★🌀✮__Basics__✮💤☆ ~…🦇*Name*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Age*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Nicknames*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Gender*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Orient*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Pronouns*꒱ ‧₊˚ ➺ prn ➺ prn ➺ prn ~…🦇*Species*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Birthday*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Relationship Status*꒱ ‧₊˚ ★🌀✮__System__✮💤☆ ~…💙*Role*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💙*Alter type*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💙*Source*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💙*Sign-off/emoji*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💙*Subsystem*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💙*Typing quirk*꒱ ‧₊˚ ★🌀✮__Relationships__✮💤☆ ~…💎*Platonic*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💎*Romantic*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…💎*Familial*꒱ ‧₊˚ ★🌀✮__Personal__✮💤☆ ~…🌊*Likes*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🌊*Dislikes*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🌊*Favorite color*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🌊*Favorite food/drink*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🌊*Hobbies*꒱ ‧₊˚ ★🌀✮__Boundaries__✮💤☆ ~…🧊*Interaction*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Touch*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🧊*PDA*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Flirting /p*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🧊*Flirting /r*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Compliments*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🧊*Venting*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Nicknames*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🧊*Pet names*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Front reqs*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🧊*Pings*꒱ ‧₊˚ ~…🦇*Dms*꒱ ‧₊˚ ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤