<3-My ‘master list’ for my blogs + Rules & fun facts of me-<3
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-My pronouns are she/her, it/its, they/them but you can really use almost anything tbh.
-I’m 18, almost 19 years old, but with that being said I don’t want 17 & younger following my blog/s because I’m a NSFW blog sometimes and one or two of my other blogs is very much NSFW!!
-I’m autistic, and prob dyslexic so don’t expect the best grammar on here, & don’t bring your ablest mindset around any my blogs, you won’t be welcomed!!!
-I’m very chill with most neo-pronouns & will happily refer to you with them if you want me to…but with that being said, I won’t respect them if you’re using slurs, bodily autonomy or anything like that as ‘pronouns’, you will be blocked. (I’ve seen people do that- I’m not even joking)
-I’m taken by a very, very lovely person irl, keep this in mind please lol.
-I’m in multi fandoms, some of which are. TWDG/TWD tv show & dead-city, RDR1 & RDR2, life is strange 1, hazbin hotel & helluva boss, saints-row (mostly 4 tho!), furry fandom, Ark survival evolved, sims 3 & 4, gacha club, creepypasta, MLP, etc.
-trans rights are human rights, women rights are human right, queer rights are human rights, POC rights are human rights, everyone needs equal rights and if you don’t agree please leave my blog.
-MAP’s, ZOO’s, racists & sexist people will be blocked without hesitation!!
-Queer isn’t a bad word on my blog, Disabled isn’t a bad word on my blog either nor is  Hypersexual, don’t act like it is whatsoever on my blogs/pages!!
-my Favourite colours are Forest-Green, Dark-Blue & most neon colours!!
-some of my favourite animals are  hammerhead & great white sharks, cheetahs, killer whales & ants!!
-if I happen to post something that might/dose  trigger you feel free to send me a ask/DM to ask me to tag it in the future!! If I see it I’ll most definitely tag it after that! (IE things with eyes, bugs, foods, saliva & things like that!! I want my blog to be a safe space for people!!)
-I have a theme with the word ‘April’ with/on all my blogs so far- so feel free to call either that or ‘Oct’ in Asks you might send me if you decide to.
-if I reblog a meme you happen to like please go to the original poster of it to reblog it if you  must reblog it, I’d prefer the eyes be put on OP’s blog for that and not mine. (The same goes with art & writing)
-If you happen to feel the need to block me on one of my blogs then please block me on all of my blogs!!
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My Hazbin/helluva muse/rp blog I’m not too very active on rn! (17 but preferably 18+) -> @a-f00ls-muse
My Walking dead blog!(17+)-> @a-f00ls-walking-bl0g
My NSFW/NSFT multi fandom & ’personal’ Blog!(obviously 18+!! + a quick TW/CW for intense/darker kinks & such!!!!) -> @a-f00ls-pet
My Saint Row blog for my bosses/HC’s or one-shots & such. (18+) -> @a-f00lish-saint
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so like
we're all aware that the religion practiced in rain world by the ancients (iterators, and some of the slugcats by extension) is heavily inspired by buddism-- karma, reincarnation, ascension that leads to enlightenment where the need for the life/death cycle is past you now because you no longer feel suffering
five pebbles tells survivor and monk to go west.
west.
like in journey to the west? the great classical chinese novel, an allegorical journey about human perseverance?
in a game that is so incredibly difficult that beating it would require persistence?
was this intentional? did videocult know this? why haven't i seen anyone talk about this before?
im losing my mind right now
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A little art about a headcanon of mine for Dragon and Sabo, and a little fanfic about it under the cut
"Dragon-san," a familiar voice, Sabo's voice came knocking from the door of the cluttered office. Dragon perked up, putting down the pen he's writing with- just a follow up rough plan for the revolutionary's next strike.
The door was opened and there was Sabo with a bleeding arm. Instinctively, Dragon reached for the cabinet on his desk, pulling it open to grab for a roll of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic.
Sabo sat in front of Dragon, reaching out his roughed-up arm, his face not showing a trace of pain. (Dragon always knew the surges beneath his mask anyways.)
Dragon sighed as he saw the gnarly wound on Sabo's arm. The boy had a knack on being risky, sometimes even too keen on self sacrifice. Even though being a revolutionary always costed a price, Dragon couldn't help but worry about Sabo's knacks.
"I got a little reckless with my plans, " Sabo offered a little charming smile to Dragon (cut out the reprimands just this time?)
"I always told you to be careful. You're too good to lose, " Dragon said (again, Sabo?).
Sabo offered another cheeky smile, "Next time," he said, as if Dragon never feared for his name written on the list of fallen revolutionaries in a mission report.
When Sabo first arrived in Baltigo, still wrapped with bandages all over, not even able to move his wounded limbs freely, he would only turn to Dragon to replace his bandages, any nurses who tried to replace it would only make him flinch violently.
Dragon tapped a cotton smeared with antiseptic liquid on his arm, following it up with the roll of bandages. Soon, after falling into the familiar act of wrapping Sabo's wounds, Dragon couldn't resist the nostalgia that went flying right to his head.
But of course, they understood (despite being concerned) , that Sabo was a child, a child that had no one familiar except for Dragon in an unfamiliar, new building far far away from his home island.
When his burns healed, and when he finally got to trust the nurses, it still became a habit. He would knock on Dragon's door or tug at his coat, show his wounds, and Dragon would pull out his cabinet and fish out a bottle of antiseptic liquid and some bandages. And there it was, a repeating pattern of tapping a cotton smeared with the antiseptic against Sabo's wounds and wrapping it up with soft bandages.
Dragon always thought of it as a comforting habit.
It was not rare that he would receive reports about his fallen men, people that had died for his own cause. And being here, bandaging Sabo, feeling the warmth of his skin, reminded Dragon that his Chief of Staff, his son, was still here, still alive. Still able to go knock on Dragon's office and offer a smile and a wound.
Sabo's small hiss of pain suddenly brought Dragon abruptly out of his daze. He softened his pace and grip, finishing wrapping Sabo's arm with tying the end, cutting the excess bandage with a small pair of scissors.
"Thank you, Dragon-san, " Sabo smiled, softly.
Dragon couldn't resist reaching his hand out and ruffling Sabo's hair, "Be careful next time," he warned.
Sabo's smile turned into a grin, "This time is just a slip up. "
Dragon couldn't help but smile back. Thin, but soft with fondness for his son sitting in front of him. He pulled his hand out of Sabo's locks of blonde and hope that tomorrow, his name wouldn't be written on the list of the fallen.
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