#I'm gonna yap more in a reblog. I have thoughts

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Mel finds out why uncle Mud had the outdated uniform

(and Mud is reminded why he hates Joshua)

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Part 2 for this post~ So, anyway, Drawing fanarts actually gave me a lot of opportunities to experiment more with certain art styles. Mainly because I'm more strict with myself when drawing OCs??? (whether they're my OC or others') Like, my mindset is like, it 'HAS' to be perfect, so I did got a burnt out a lot of times, and drawings tends to stay in my sketches and I never got around finishing it or even posting it as is because I felt the need to render it.

So I turned to try drawing fanarts where I thought I could just do whatever. I saw the twstober 2023 at that time, and twst was one of the games I'm obssessing over, so it seems to be a good opportunity?

(And I'm now placing a cut under this, as I'm about to go into yapping mode LMAO)

But before I participated in the event, I did tried doodling Rui first, since he's one of my fave char, as practice ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

Then, I felt comfortable with just going for doodles/sketches, something I do a lot recently now. I think doing this really helped me a lot in re-learning how drawing can just be a pure fun activity and it doesn't need to be always perfect

It also probably helped that I finally found the brushes I've been wishing to use for a long time, which are the sketch-like pens and the watercolor brushes. I've been trying to look for one for so long, and I thought I'll never find one I'm most satisfied with. I try to make do with what I have though

And now, I finally got the brushes that I want for the longest time (´ ∀ ` *) Although I did say I wanted the watercolor brush, I don't really use them all the time since I prefer using them if it fits the mood like these ones

Anyway, to whoever's reading this, thank you and congrats for reaching this point AHAHAHAHAHA Also here are some of bonus drawings I've done with just my phone, where I used either my finger or a stylus because I was really desperate to draw when the drawing tablet got destroyed and it took a month to buy a new one KASJHDAKSDH I really struggled with it, and now, it's my last resort, just like what happened when I saw mama leech-

Looking through my old arts and suddenly talking about how I used to draw made me feel amazed on how far I've gotten Hahaha

Placing a cut below because it's a long post~

Anyway, I used to draw with my fingers and a tiny tablet like this. I am obviously just trying to figure out how coloring+shading works as the lineart is traced from a traditional sketch

And this is the style I liked the most in the end that even though I got a drawing tablet, I'll sometimes go back to drawing with my fingers to do this style

And with the drawing tablet, I experimented with art styles a lot that I probably change it every half a year and would sometimes come back to an older style

And then these are some of the drawings that helped me shape my fave way to draw and the brushes I would lean towards to now

atm, watercolor style is my most fave way to draw~ I rarely do it though since I like doing it only on the pieces which would fit in this kind of vibe

Either wayy, I'll be honest, but sometimes, I would think about how I prefer the way I draw in an older style. It made me sad when I think how my style prolly became simpler over time??? Something like that. Right now though, I'm just happy to draw whenever I got time since it's a rare opportunity ＼(￣▽￣)／

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wishful thinking. (02)

chapter two: in plain sight

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content at the end, could've been edited more but oh well lol word count: 4.9k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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Damn baby, I'm a train wreck, too I lose my mind when it comes to you I take time with the ones I choose And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you

boyfriend - Ariana Grande ft. Social House

You end up not seeing Minho, nor any of your other friends, at all in the few days leading up to Yeonjun’s party.

True to your words, you were mostly holed up in your place, running on nothing but caffeine and sheer frustration, trying to finish your elective class’ final paper on the differences between the views of Greek philosophers. Time really flies when you wish it would slow down, because you could've used a couple more days to perfect the godforsaken thing.

You’ve been texting Minho though, and honestly, the man is practically a saint. You barely even talked about anything besides your stupid paper and your high maintenance perfectionist professor, and yet, he still listened to you yap away. He even offered to help you with your footnotes and citations, which you didn’t need, but the gesture was nice. If you had turned to Seungmin with your whining, he probably would've muted your notifications after three messages.

Regardless, all complaining aside, you did manage to pull through and finish the paper in the end, letting out a big sigh of relief the very second you clicked on the Send button on yours and your professor’s email thread just five minutes before the deadline.

Before you know it, it's already Saturday and Minho should be here any minute now so you two could go to the party. You’ve been working hard. You deserve to let a little loose tonight.

Even though a college party isn’t exactly your top choice of ways to wind down from stress, the mention of free and unlimited booze sure does sound alluring.

When your phone lights up with a simple i’m here from Minho, you quickly throw on a cardigan over a simple black camisole and denim shorts and check your makeup in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. He texted you a couple hours ago, saying he had some stuff to pick up near your place and asking if you wanted to walk to Yeonjun’s together. You sent him back an enthusiastic yes!!! in a matter of seconds, because lord knows you’d rather not enter the front door of that house unaccompanied. 

You opted for a simple fit tonight, mostly because you couldn’t be bothered to put on anything more decent only to go to the equivalent of a frat party.

“Hey, Min.” Your voice pulls him away from scrolling through his phone, diverting his attention to you instead.

“Hey,” he says, tucking the device into the pocket of his jeans. When he gives you a once-over, you do a little twirl for him, finishing off with an exaggerated kick of your foot at the end. “You look nice.”

“Just ‘nice’? I’m trying to get laid tonight. ‘Nice’ isn’t gonna cut it,” you joke.

He stares at you, a bashful expression befalling his features, the corner of his mouth lifted upward as he smiles in hubris. “You’re trying to get laid by whom?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You tell me.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately before throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. One of his hands musses up your hair that you spent twenty minutes trying to make look perfect, prompting you to poke him in the side so he would let go of you.

“Hey!” you scowl, smoothing over the strands that he flicked out of place. “I worked hard on that!”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, clearly amused by the temporarily sulky look on your face. “Didn’t want you to look too pretty. Can’t have all of the attention on you. Someone might try to steal you away from me.”

“Did it occur to you that maybe I want some attention tonight? I’ve been a hermit all week, I deserve a little something.”

“Is my attention not enough for you?”

You squint at him for a second. Then, you start walking in the direction of Yeonjun’s house without waiting for him. You hear Minho launch a laugh your way, and the scuffling of his shoes on the concrete pavement as he easily catches up with you in a few strides.

He leans down to whisper directly into your ear, making your cheeks heat up but you’re glad that they’re partially masked by the poorly lit street. “You know you never have to try.”

The walk to the party takes about fifteen minutes. When you’re rounding the street corner that leads to Yeonjun’s place, you can already hear the booming music coming from the biggest house on the block. Even from a distance, you can see people on the lawn and the two balconies on the second floor. You gotta give it to the guy - he sure knows how to throw a party.

The second you enter the premises, you’re almost taken aback by how crowded it actually is even though you expected this. A typical Yeonjun party.

You tug on Minho’s shirt, beckoning him to bend down so you could talk into his ear over the sounds of bad EDM and people basically having to scream in each other’s faces. “Are Hyunjin and the others here yet?” you ask.

“They got here right before us. I think they’re in-”

“Y/N!” The two of you whip around at the sound of a shrill voice calling out your name. Yeonjun practically shoves his way through the crowd of people when he spots you, bounding up to you and Minho with a bright grin on his face. “Glad you could make it!” he says, paying no mind to the man next to you at all. He eyes you up and down, shamelessly tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Damn, you look really good tonight.”

You give him a playful eye roll. Nonetheless, you still tell him, “Thanks.”

“You look that good to come to my party?”

You don’t mind at all the fact that Yeonjun is a natural flirt. That’s just a part of his personality, he’s inherently charming like that. It’s harmless and it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Everything is all in good fun.

“Would you believe me if I said this is what I’d wear on a midnight convenience store run?”

“Ouch, you wound me.” Yeonjun says, holding a hand over his heart to emphasize his point. “C’mon, you can admit it.”

You open your mouth, a quick comeback about to be thrown his way but Minho chimes in from beside you.

“You should believe her,” he deadpans, stepping closer to you, one of his hands grazing your back. He's even standing straighter, with his chest all puffed out. “She even dresses like that when she takes out the trash.”

You turn to gasp at him before punching him right in the pec. “Hey!” Yeonjun is all but forgotten in a blink of an eye, because you have to defend your honor first.

“What? I’ve seen you do it wearing this exact same outfit.”

“Stop lying. It’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? I distinctly remember you wearing this when you went to take out the trash that night a couple of weeks ago while we were hanging out at your place.”

“Nuh uh. I didn’t take out the trash that night,” you protest, frowning. “I made you throw it out for me on your way-”

Yeonjun interrupts you with a chuckle, glancing between you and Minho as he gives your friend's shoulder an awkward pat. They share a look that you don’t quite understand. “Alright, duly noted. I’m gonna make myself scarce,” he says. “Help yourselves. Booze is in the kitchen!”

After you’ve finally squeezed your way into the kitchen that’s overflowing with people, you narrow your eyes at Minho. “What was that about?”

“What?” He scans the selection of liquor bottles on the kitchen island before asking you, “Rum and Coke?”

Your favorite.

You nod eagerly, momentarily distracted before you have to circle back to your question.

“What was all that back there with Yeonjun, Mr. Grumpy Cat?”

“What was what?” He pulls out two solo cups from a nearby stack, along with some napkins, and meticulously wipes the plastic cups even though they look pretty clean to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. He shrugs.

“I didn’t know you and Yeonjun were that close.” Minho seems casual as he tells you this, not looking at you as he fetches the necessary liquor and soda from the sea of glass and plastic bottles in front of you.

“We’re not. I’m kinda friends with him because Jess is friends with him.”

“Okay,” he acknowledges, though he doesn’t seem entirely pleased with… you don’t even know what. “I don’t like him. He’s loud.”

“That’s not a reason. Aren’t you friends with him too?”

You watch as he mixes your drinks, a sight you’re familiar with whenever you attend house parties together. He’s always your designated bartender.

One for you, one for him.

One part rum, two and a half parts coke.

“It is a reason. And ‘friends’ is a stretch,” he says, handing you your cup before he tends to his own. His has less liquor in it, because you both know you like yours stronger. “We’re acquaintances at best.”

“You’re loud too.”

“My brand of loud is different.”

“Is it?”

He gives you a look. An offended cat, if you’ve ever seen one.

“Well, Yeonjun’s not bad,” you tell him. You take a sip of the drink, then give him a subsequent thumbs-up. “He can be a bit much for some people, but I don’t really mind it.”

When he’s done, you both try to navigate the battlefield that is Yeonjun’s extremely cramped abode. You try to stay as close to him as possible, meaning away from the loud boys that are either trying to get shitfaced as quickly as possible, or trying to suck faces with any girl they could find as quickly as possible.

“Still. You don’t think the flirting was a bit much?”

Minho pulls you to him by your elbow when some guy - probably a little more than tipsy, judging by the unsteadiness of the legs that carry him - tries to bulldoze his way through the crowd behind you.

“He’s always like that. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s harmless.”

“If he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You blink at him in surprise, feeling like the question came out of nowhere. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s just a question,” he says, then repeats himself. “So, if he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You let him guide you to a spot that’s more breathable, where people aren’t practically on top of each other trying to weave their way through. You think about it for a second, then realize that there isn’t much to think about. “No,” you say decisively.

Because it doesn’t make sense to envision you and Yeonjun together. You practically sit on two opposing ends of the same spectrum. People often say that opposites attract, but this isn’t one of those cases.

And… because you simply feel strange thinking about yourself and someone else. Like it's something you shouldn't do.

Minho gives you a hum in acknowledgment of your answer, which you barely catch over the loudness of the party. You do catch the hint of a smile that tugs at the corner of his lip though, before he cranes his neck to scan the room for any trace of your gang of thieves.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you run the words over in your head before you decide to utter them out loud. Like you told him just now, harmless, right? “I’d say you’re jealous of Yeonjun.”

He turns, stares at you for a moment with unreadable eyes. 

“And what if I am?”

There’s something incredulous in the way you look at him. You think he would just wave you off or roll his eyes and move onto a new topic, not expecting him to fire back with a question you can’t really answer.

Or maybe he’s just playing along. You can’t tell.

“Am I that good in bed?” you chuckle, hoping he doesn’t notice the inkling of nervousness in your voice. “Did I do a number on you?”

He raises both eyebrows, pursing his lips as if in thought. Then, he answers, “Something like that.”

There’s a part of you that wants to dig deeper, to get him to say what he really means because there’s something in his eyes and there’s something in the way that his hand has moved to its designated place on the small of your back that makes your stomach roll with anticipation.

Once again, you don’t like that he keeps getting harder for you to read.

You try to think of words to say, of questions to ask, though you know this party isn’t the best place to voice them. “What d-”

“There you are!” Hyunjin pops up from behind Minho, practically jumping onto his back like a jumpscare ghost in a horror game, startling the both of you and almost making the grumpy cat spill his drink. Minho groans as he tries to shove his friend off, before sending Hyunjin a glare that makes the man bow his head in apology. He promptly drags you to where your friends are gathered on a big couch near the back of the room - Chan and his girlfriend Jess, Seungmin, Changbin, along with a distinct absence of a few more faces.

“Where are the others?” you ask, plopping down next to Changbin, followed suit by Minho.

“Jisung is stuck finishing a project,” Chan informs you. “And Jeongin is taking his girl to that new drive-in movie place.”

“They’re still in their honeymoon phase?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Ah yes, young love. Good for them.”

You catch up with everyone about your week, about their week; gossip about how much Yeonjun might’ve spent on this party and where his family’s downright insane wealth actually comes from, about Seungmin’s on-and-off situationship (which might be more interesting than all of the above).

Minho remains seated next to you the entire time you’re all drinking and laughing with each other. He keeps subtly touching you one way or another - a hand on your back because no one’s really noticing, a shoulder brushing yours, a thigh touching yours, a knee nudging your own every now and then.

It’s not until you finish your drink that Minho asks if you want another one, then stands up to head to the kitchen when you say Yes, please.

The second he’s out of earshot, Hyunjin jumps into action, motioning for everyone to huddle together, like he’s about to share classified information.

“Minho is seeing someone,” he says immediately. 

“What?” Changbin asks. You hope he doesn’t notice the way your body immediately stiffens at the conversation’s sudden turn. You try to look as nonchalant and quiet as possible, as if this is just a talk about the weather, missing the way a pair of eyes flits to you outside of your peripheral vision.

Hyunjin purses his lips, before clarifying, “I went through his phone last week.”

“You went through his phone?” Chan frowns, shaking his head disapprovingly. “That’s not cool, dude.”

“He was in the bathroom and his phone was just sitting there unlocked. Then he got a text and I had to!” Hyunjin holds up his hands defensively. “Anyway, I don’t know if they’re dating or if they’re just fooling around, but there is someone! He’s simping hard.”

“How do you know that?” Seungmin chimes in. “Do you even know who it is?”

“I don’t know who it is. That’s what I need you guys to help me find out. There wasn’t a name name. He just calls her his-”

“What on earth are you guys doing?” Minho’s voice makes everyone disperse, leaning back into their respective seats like they were caught doing something they shouldn’t. He sits down beside you again, handing you your cup back. You give him an appreciative but awkward smile. “What is Hyunjin blabbing about this time?”

“Nothing!” Hyunjin practically squeaks. The poor guy can’t spin a little white lie to save his life. Then he has the audacity to look offended as he gapes, “Also, why did you automatically assume it was me?”

“Because it’s always you at the scene of the crime.”

“It happened one time! No, twice. It was only those two ti-!”

Seungmin cuts in flatly. “He said you’re whipped for a girl you’re seeing.”

Everyone stops to stare at Minho. Even you turn your head to look at him, trying to gauge how he’ll respond to this. It makes you a little guilty, seeing that you’re part of the secret too, and yet he has to shoulder the lies by himself.

Well, technically, there hasn’t been any lying involved up until now. Just a simple withholding of the truth.

His face hardens for a brief moment, and you think he lets it show on purpose - his way of telling Hyunjin that he’s annoyed - because Minho can put on a flawless poker face when he wants to. There’s a couple of seconds where he clenches his jaw before he relaxes, the sharpness of his features softening as he shrugs off the accusation. “I am most certainly not whipped for anyone,” he says. “It’s just a casual thing.”

“If it’s just casual, why were you being so secretive about it, huh?” Hyunjin prods. 

“I wasn’t being secretive. I just didn’t think it was anybody’s business,” Minho answers coolly. 

“We’re your best friends! I tell you guys everything.”

“You sure do. Even things I’d rather not hear about.”

Jess and Changbin burst into light laughter, and you chuckle along with them but you don’t really find it that funny. You’re just trying to blend into the background, be a fly on the wall and observe how things unfold. Minho has assured you that there’s nothing for you to worry about, that there’s no way they could find out about the secret, but still.

Hyunjin groans exasperatedly. The nosiest drama queen you know. “Seriously, who’s the girl? I’m dying of curiosity here!”

“Drop it.” Minho glares at him.

“Just give me a hint! Is it someone we know?”

“You haven’t eaten tissues in a while, have you?”

“Try me. I’m not scared of you anymore.”

“Hyunjin, I swear to-”

“Okay!” Chan claps his hands together suddenly. “Let’s just all agree that we are all entitled to our privacy and people can share whatever they want with whoever they want when they’re comfortable, yeah?”

Everyone nods in agreement, except for Hyunjin who narrows his eyes petulantly at Minho as if to say This isn’t over. No one wants to poke a disgruntled tiger, let alone about something he seems so disinterested in sharing. Minho has always been a notoriously private person, even with the rest of the group.

Changbin shuffles a new topic into the mix to move things along, which you aren’t very keen on contributing to at the moment. When no one seems to be looking, Minho places a hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly as if he can sense the unease that you’re feeling. It makes you glance at him, though neither of you says anything. You just look at each other for a moment, then turn back to the group when someone calls your name.

Two hours and three rum and coke’s later, you were coming down from a good high when someone suggested ditching Yeonjun’s party to go to a club.

Normally, you would say no. You could only do one social event at a time, needing to recharge your metaphorical battery before you let yourself be dragged into the next one.

But you decided to make an exception for tonight.

Though, you promptly realized that it was probably a mistake.

You prefer the loudness of Yeonjun’s party than here. It’s loud and crowded, since it’s a Saturday night, and since it’s a club. The air is sticky and stuffy. The lights are perpetually blinding and headache-inducing. You’re not even on the dancefloor; you’re just hovering near the entrance and the bar, and there’s still barely any room to move. People keep trying to shove you out of their way, even with Minho attempting to act as your human shield. 

You let your displeasure be known through a deep frown.

Minho catches onto your chagrin almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning close to your ear to make sure you hear him over the music.

“Too many people,” you try to raise your voice so the booming noises don’t drown you out. “Can we go somewhere over there?”

He turns around, taps on Chan’s shoulder to get his attention before gesturing vaguely to that spot near the back that you just pointed out to him, presumably to let the others know that you’ll be wandering over there.

He takes your hand and leads the way. In the back, it’s still loud but less deafening than before, and much less crowded compared to the areas surrounding the dance floor.

“Better?” he asks.

You lean against the wall though you probably shouldn’t. The ick is apparent, but at this point in the night, you yourself are already feeling pretty gross anyway.

“A little bit,” you say. “Thanks.”

“You wanna go home? We can leave if you want.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“Did you know that people who leave parties without saying goodbye save two days a year? It’s been researched.”

You rephrase your words so Minho would understand better. “Without Hyunjin’s permission?”

“Hyunjin has been pissing me off plenty all week. I can play my card for you.”

“What card?”

“The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ card.”

You tilt your head, clearly amused. “And how does that usually work out for you?”

“I don’t care how it works out because Hyunjin is not gonna do anything to me.” He shrugs. “Besides, I can always just throw him in the airfryer when he gets too annoying.”

This makes you laugh, recalling the exact moment Minho brought up the legendary instructions on how to cook Hyunjin.

“How violent,” you comment with a snort.

“He deserves it.”

“You know you still have a soft spot for him,” you say.

“I have a soft spot for you,” he replies.

“Now look who’s trying to get laid.”

He grins. “Could you blame me?”

Some drunk girls stumble into your space on their way to the bathroom, bumping into you, pushing you into Minho’s body where he instinctively puts a hand on your back to keep you steady. You glance up at him after the girls have safely arrived at the bathroom, only to find him already staring down at you. His back is turned toward where the lights are coming from and the angle shrouds his face in darkness, but you can still make out the stars twinkling in his eyes.

The sudden lack of space between your bodies makes your breath hitch.

“Are you still drunk?” he asks.

“No. Not really.” You don’t like the way your voice comes out small, vulnerable.

“I…” he starts, hesitating for a moment before he continues. His eyes flicker to your lips, and the breath that was previously caught in your throat further thickens. “Fuck, I really want to kiss you right now.”

For some reason, your heart leaps to your throat. It’s probably because of the remnants of alcohol refusing to leave your system, because how else would you explain the way your pulse quickens just from hearing those words coming from him?

He bites his lip, similar to how Yeonjun did it just a few hours ago, but seeing Minho do it is at least a hundred times more enticing.

You want him to kiss you too. You really do.

“What if the others see?” you protest meekly, but you’re already staring at his mouth, finding yourself gravitating toward him like he’s got you hypnotized.

“We’re all the way back here,” he tells you. “They won’t see anything.”

He leans closer until his lips are brushing yours. With a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, he meets your mouth in a soft kiss, which is a stark contrast to the upbeat and booming music blasting all around you. Some guy drunkenly gives you two a sleazy whistle, the sound coming from somewhere on your right, but neither of you pays it any attention.

Your hands come to clutch at the collar of his shirt like a lifeline. He’s never kissed you outside of the comfort of your bedroom before, let alone amidst a sea of people like this. It feels strange to be intimate with him in public, but at the same time, it excites you. There’s still a sense of anonymity because you’re camouflaged by the lights, masked by the darkness, hiding in plain sight.

The kiss gets more heated. He guides you a step back until you’re all pressed up against the wall, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging on it the way he likes that makes him groan against your mouth. He sucks on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscle dancing with yours, making your knees buckle. It’s dizzying. It makes your head spin, and you don’t know if it’s because there’s still enough residual alcohol in your system to knock your world off its axis, or if it’s just him.

The hand previously on your hips sneaks underneath your shirt to rub at your bare skin. He gropes your breasts over the bralette you chose to wear tonight, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm, all the while slotting one of his legs between yours to help you grind on him. Your clothed cunt rolls over the denim of his jeans, and even though the friction is coarse and your movements are limited in this crowded space, the pleasure still sets your entire body alight. Minho spreads all over you like wildfire, and Minho consumes you like a hurricane.

You moan into his mouth when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, over the flimsy material of your undergarment. “Min,” you whimper desperately. You don’t know if he can hear you over the obnoxiously loud sounds coming from the speakers littered all over the place, but he groans against your mouth regardless. Almost like the nickname is driving him crazy.

He pulls back just slightly, to let the both of you catch your breath. “Should we go back to yours?” he asks, eyes still focused on your mouth.

You nod eagerly. You know you must be wet as hell right now, and if you have to wait any longer, you will probably explode from frustration. You might just drag him into that disgusting bathroom over there and let him have his way with you, but you will definitely regret it afterward because it’s a bathroom in a nightclub. It’s beyond revolting.

He helps you smooth out your hair, gentle and tender. In turn, you wipe your lipstick smudges on his face. Instead of taking you by the hand like he did earlier, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and navigates the two of you through the crowd, shielding you from anyone who might bump into you. You lean into the touch; it’s just comforting.

As you make your way back to the group - or what’s left of the group at the moment - his hand drops to his side again. There’s an inkling of disappointment that blossoms in you, but it dissipates quickly when Hyunjin spots you and lights up. Him and Seungmin are at the bar, seemingly trying to get the bartender’s attention. Changbin is next to them, but he doesn’t seem to care about anything other than the girl he’s chatting with. You try to scan the crowd for Chan and Jess, and find them a couple minutes later, standing in a corner, pressed up against each other just like you and Minho moments ago.

“Where did you run off to?” Hyunjin asks. Clearly Chan was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to relay the information.

“It’s too loud in here, I was getting a headache,” you say, only half a lie. You know your face must still be flushed from your impromptu makeout session, but you hope your friend can’t see the rosy shade painting your skin under all the flashing lights. “Min and I just went back there to see if it was quieter.”

“Okay.” He seems to believe you. “We’re trying to get drinks! You want anything?”

“I think I’m gonna just go home. You guys stay and have fun though.”

Hyunjin looks at you like he’s so flabbergasted. “It’s not even 3AM yet!”

“Headache,” you say, pointing to your temple with an exaggeratedly pained expression on your face. “I’ll stay out all night with you next time.”

“But-!” The second he opens his mouth to protest, Minho cuts in sharply, his tone leaving no room for anyone to argue despite the gigantic pout on Hyunjin’s face.

“I’m gonna take her home and call it a night too,” he simply says.

Hyunjin groans, but he relents in the end, muttering to you something that sounds like “You owe me one,” when you go to hug him goodbye. Before you and Minho can reach the door, you hear your man child of a friend call after you two in his pterodactyl voice, “Don’t make Minho’s girl jealous!”

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[iwantmochisoup]

mochi soup's sappy happy crying session

i'm so sorry, please bear with me, but i really need to be super sappy rq. (it's gonna be a long one, so imma add the read more here)

i just recently hit 10k likes and lost my shit over it qwq;; i was overthinking a lot, i wanted to run away, and it kinda hit me because honestly, i don't think i deserve all this ;; like i'm just being silly on here and having fun ;;

but that aside, i have been thinking how to properly say thank you, since words are really hard for me (wow big shocker ikr lmao) but i realized it's thanks giving, despite me not being from america i saw all the love today and i thought maybe i can try, this time, to put it to words. (i'm sorry if i don't make sense at all, and honestly don't mind me honestly, i've always been super scared of talking on here but i need to ramble)

so, idk how to start this, i honestly quit art for good like 4 years ago, won't comment on it but this year i tried to pick it back up. i am so scared of people, especially online but i thought why not, so i made a lil acc on here, i wanna say i'm so lucky to have met you all and seeing people like my art, seriously it's what keeps me going. (that sounds so sappy but for what feels like the first time in my life i am genuinely being myself and i am so happy idk what to do) this is way too long of an intro...

i'm gonna start off my twin of course, it feels fitting hehe ;; so, @saltedbiscuiit you know how shit i am at words, and you know how thankful i am for you, and we talked so much about it already so i'll try to keep this short ;; i am genuinely so happy to have met you, kinda feels like it changed my life back then, it honestly hasn't been that long really, since the art trade back in july, i honestly feel like i found my other half (that's so sappy pls don't cry but i'm being honest) thank you so much for everything, you do so much for me, even if you don't know it and i am honestly so so grateful and happy. thank you so much <3 hehe, salty soup salted mochi

the next one is @cryptid-juzou we just recently met, but i fell in love with your writing, almost instantly!! you're such a great friend, and it's sm fun talking and playing games with you!! and i'm so happy and grateful to have met you!! Really, thank you so much for all you did for me and for accepting the collab! To be working with you on our thing (i won't go into detail, yk big surprise and all) honestly, i'm so so happy and i can't wait to finish it!!

next!! @k-aez !! you've been haunting me in dreams, scolding me and i still think about that raw chicken art you did. okay jokes aside, i'm so happy to have met you and i feel the need to thank you like forever for creating the server and everything you've done. you've been supporting me and pushing me to get out of my ass and kept encouraging me sm. i can't put it into words, but i will be forever grateful for everything!

big big thanks to @ohhcinnybuns, @anticidic and @ediblepandas ya'll have been feeding my brain so many good ideas and enabled some brainrot i will thank you forever for. cinny, you know how much i love your fics and your massive brain in general, i'm so happy i was brave enough back then, and did some art of your ideas, idk if i would even tried to join the server if i didn't see your reblog. rosie, you know how much i love your fics, i'm not about to fangirl in public but i'm truly thankful, you've inspired me so so much, i love with your writing, your kitsunezai au and your scream in phasmo still is the best scream ever! pandas, hehe yk i need to thank you here too! your yapping about dresses and in general talking to you is so much fun! i love your brain sm! thank you so so much for enabling me so much, and please send me more dresses, i love them all!

and, ofc i have to give big thanks the chaos trio too @thatghostinyourbog @spccts & @msshinylemon !! yes, i'm calling you that, that name is fitting, shovel fight if you disagree, losers >:3 i have to thank you three a lot, ya'll are so fun to hang around and play games with, i seriously love what you all do, be it drawing, writing or just the way ya'll yap nonstop! it's sm fun hanging out and i love how we bounce off each other so well and ya'll inspire me so much!! also tysm @nolongerforthetainted for babysitting them!! i really love your writing sm and it's always sm fun yapping with you, and also pls make more coleslaw beds!! i need them! but honestly, thank you so much, i am so happy to have met ya'll and i always look forward to talking and hang out with ya'll!!

WAAAAA THAT IS SO LONG OMG BUT!!! I also need to thank each one of you, all my moots and everyone that just takes their time to look at my art, leave a like, reblog, comment what ever really, i appreciate each and every one of you so so much! thank you all so much, from the bottom of my heart, i can't explain how much it means to me! i also want to give a lil thanks to @noakiie @nevertheblood @altruistic-meme @artsyaudience @konbupie @jellyphink & @lethargyinafishbowl i wanted to tag more but i'm so sorry but i'm too scared, really ;;;

idk how to end this, honestly, i feel like i wrote too much and rambled way too much. i guess i'm just gonna-- *runs*

WITH MUCH LOVE AND A BIG HOP STEP JUMP -mochi soup

[fall0utmind]

Okay, so I'm gonna yap for a second:

Poll at the bottom to share your opinions or reblog because I'm so curious and open for discussion.

I think that mayve the gp25 is kinda worse than the GP24 (ducati). I am thinking about how Alex was pretty much always behind Marc last year on the same bike, whereas this year, they're more equal.

I have thoughts about this.

1. I think Alex is a fantastic rider and 100% deserves his spot in motogp - before anyone comes at me. He's one of my faves and he's sooooo talented

2. I wonder if Alex has improved much over the last year? Are we seeing more confidence from him this year? More skill on the bike compared to the last few years or just more pure pace this year OR is it that actually the gp25 has a lot of weaknesses (e.g., front end), which is making it hard to ride. Marc and pecco are talking about this, and it's wonder if it's affecting their confidence in it, how much they can push before they fall. OR is it both Alex being better and the gp25 being more unpredictable (this is where I sit, i think)

3. We know marc is insane. He's really an anomaly - look how he handled the Honda, which played buckaroo. Marc can put a machine with weakness at the top of the podium, although he does crash a lot, lol (because he pushes until he finds the limit). Pecco hasn't really had a bike like that - in motogp, at least. (Correct me if I'm wrong).

Also- another point made by @certainstarfishllama is that we know the GP24 almost hit ceiling levels of performance and ducati knew that the other teams would eventually catch up so to make improvements on the gp25, they knew they had to go in another direction if they wanted to improve...

So i wanna know ur thoughts, is it Alex being better, the gp25 being worse? Both etc etc - I'm curious

[askthehedgehogs]

[Happy One Month!!!]

[Hi everyone, mod here!! It's been exactly one month since I started this blog and oh my GOD, how did we get here??? I honestly thought it would last maybe 2 weeks tops. You guys have all been SO wonderful, sent in SO many interesting asks and I'm having such a great time drawing/writing responses! Hope you're all having a good time too 😊 Thanks for sticking with me this long!

Under the cut I'm gonna give y'all some blog stats, a "story so far" blurb, a handy tags list and a vague timeline! I will later add anything that's useful to my pinned post.]

Well, to kick off, let's see some stats! Mostly based on Tumblr's little badges. We've been here for 1 month and:

The Hedgehogs have answered over 250 asks

With over 500 reblogs

And over 10,000 likes!

We've also just passed 280 followers. Woo!

10 animations (sorryihaventdoneanylatelytheytaketoolong)

Sonic has received 13 chilli dogs

Shadow has used Sonic as a pillow 9 times

There have been 33 hugs/cuddles/kisses drawn

So let's take a look at what's happened!

THE STORY SO FAR

Sonic and Shadow set this blog up to appease Tails, who wanted Sonic to become an influencer to bring in some cash where his sponsorship deals have declined over time, and Rouge, who wanted Shadow to practice Normal Social Interactions. They were both reluctant at first, although Sonic faced it with his usual enthusiasm. Over time, they've grown to love answering all your questions and started to open up more--going from sarcastic and unserious answers to genuinely considering your questions. Well done! Their relationship began with a heart-to-heart after Sonic's birthday party, immediately following the Time Eater's attack on the Sonic gang. They talked about their feelings, and took some time to open up to each other before deciding to give dating a try. They were together for almost 5 years before getting married in June 2024. Sonic moved in with Shadow a few months before they got married. Wedding 1.0 was a quiet affair with just a few close friends on Angel Island. Amy insisted on planning a real big shindig for the boys, so Wedding 2.0 will be held on July 12th 2025! They had no honeymoon, either, so they might want one of those this time around 👀 The Hedgehogs had been married almost a year before starting this blog, and dating almost 5 years before that, although their relationship was kept secret for most of that time. A few slip ups from Sonic lead to announcing their relationship to the public (and, uh, Eggman...), but so far nothing terrible has come from letting everyone know. Although Shadow likes the idea of having kids, Sonic is unsure about it, so for now they're sticking with raising Chao and helping out with kids that need the support!

Phew, I don't know if any of that makes sense and my laptop keyboard is lowkey broken so typing it out was an uphill battle... but you can always ask the hedgehogs if you want any clarification!!

Onto the VERY ROUGH timeline--this is not going to be 100% SEGA canon or real-world compatible, but this is the timeline as it goes in my head because I can't work with a character who was stuck at 15-ish for most of his life haha.

TIMELINE

Aaaaand now for the tags list--these are frequently used tags for themes that crop up a lot, be sure to check them out if you want to know specific details or see a certain kind of response!

FREQUENT TAGS LIST:

mod yaps - for when it's just mod yapping the hedgehogs answer / hedgehog doodles - every post the boys have answered basically hedgehogs animated - anything with animations! tag: hedgehugs and kisses - art with the hedgies being physically affectionate tag: hedgehog history - mostly regarding past games/Sonic media in their canon tag: relationship questions - questions about their relationship tag: hedgehobbies - questions about hobbies tag: movies - specifically questions about movies tag: music - specifically questions about music tag: sonic is jealous - Sonic being whiny about Shadow getting attention tag: sonic is not legally allowed to cry - Sonic talking about/avoiding talking about his feelings tag: shadow is allowed to feel - Shadow talking about his feelings tag: bring them gifts - when anons/not anons offer them gifts tag: food - mostly Sonic being a fatass honestly but also Qs about food tag: shadow has chronic pain - Shadow's chronic pain issues feature in these asks/drawings tag: getting personal - Questions of a personal nature which they tend to avoid answering tag: hedgehogs in clothes - anything where they're clothed tag: mobian questions - questions about Mobians tag: not dads - questions about whether they'll have kids tag: coparenting chao - When they're with Chao tag: ticklish shadow - that time everyone discovered Shadow is ticklish tag: wine drunk shadow - that time Shadow got wine drunk and loosened up tag: flower crowns - when anons have gifted flower crowns tag: wedding 1.0 - anything about their first wedding tag: wedding 2.0 - plans for their upcoming wedding party

[All right, I think that's about it! Thanks so much for all your asks, likes, reblogs, comments, and follows! I hope this post is helpful!

Mod out ✌️]

[a-haunting-memory]

HII OMG, FINDING A LACKADAISY WRITING BLOG THAT TAKES REQUESTS NOWDAYS IS A GEM, THANKS SO MUCHHH!!!!

Anywho, could I request a Wick x Fem Reader (Could be GN if you feel more comfy with that) where they are never really chosen and always a second or third or fourth option, and are insecure about it, so when they get closer to Wick they are surprised when he reaches to them a lot, asking to spend time together mostly at his house, though sometimes out, (Wick has a lil crush on them, but no confessions in this one pls) and are confused so ask him about it the next time they go to his house, (PLEASE HAVE WICK YAPPING AGOUT ROCKS OR BUGS OR HISTORY CUZ HE FEELS COMFORTABLE AROUND READER TO DO SO) and he confusingily says that he simply likes being around them, and enjoys their company, but he is really careful with his words cuz he doesn't want for them to find about his feelings yet/scare them off <333

YES I KNOOOOWWW!!! AND IT PAINS ME SO MUCH WE HAVE SO LITTLE LACKADAISY FANFICS CONTENT!!

Oh man, I'm gonna start yapping...

I didn't really think this blog would come to existence, surprise surprise. It started when I was complaining to my friend about how a fandom that I'm in is really lacking some good fanfics😭 my friend then said "then you write some" and it felt like a push of some kind. I really procrastinated writing anything and didn't really feel like doing it but one day after reading a scrumptious masterpiece I decided that we need more people like the author of that fanfic and maybe it's time for me to serve other people too lmao. After all felt like I understood some characters well enough to write them properly hence I decided to shoot my shot and here I am! I might not be the best nor popular or anything but it's still pretty surprising how many people have liked my writing so far! If I feel bold enough (and you'd like my idea) I might also start posting some other content here like idk my ocs/arts of them or maybe even sharing headcannons for them (I have a lackadaisy oc, I'd be very happy to yap about her!! >:D ), perhaps one day, who knows? But back to writing, I hope I really do write stuff well and that you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy the masterworks of others. I'm really happy to see any comments or reblogs or any interactions with my blog. Also I draw conclusions from all the comments to make my writing better so I'll repeat myself, please lmk if you can tell something is off or even a simple compliment about my post being in character is so lovely to hear and it helps me to see what I do right or wrong!

Whoof, that was a lot! Hope I didn't lose your attention💀 my apologies, love your vibes!

AND YEAH LETS GOOOO!!! >:DD

Somehow I ended up not needing to mention any gender so it's gender neutral. (I don't mind writing 'x fem reader' trust me ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ) I don't even know how I manage to make my works so neutral)

You never were anybody's first choice. Why was that? Were you too boring? Or maybe the opposite and when it was your turn to talk you bragged too much, maybe you had too many weird interests which none of your friends liked? do mi ti "Why not me?" Whyyyy not meeeee. You thought about that a lot. It was a sensitive topic and if anybody asked what's on your mind, you always brushed it off or covered it up with a quick lie. Why would they care anyway? Clearly you weren't special enough for them to be their first choice.

A strange thing happened when one evening you met a charming Siamese. Something between you just... Clicked. You could listen to him for hours and he seemed to be interested in what you had to say too. He often was the first one to ask you out anywhere, you didn't have to bother. Is this finally the moment when your curse gets broken? But why was that? Why was it suddenly him who would act differently? Did you change something about your behaviour that made you look special or maybe you had something he wanted? It's not like you didn't trust him, but it seemed odd that - suddenly after years of being pushed aside and brought back immediately when someone needed you because 'XYZ' couldn't come or do something they wanted - people changed their minds towards you. You were sick of these thoughts. They fogged your mind way too often. You wanted an answer. Wick had it. You had to get it out of him.

Wick invited you over this Wednesday. He said he had something cool to show you. You gladly took up on his offer and waited with anticipation till the day comes. You showed up on his doorstep on Wednesday and knocked on his door. Wick opened the door and his lips widened in a smile at the sight of you.

"Hello Y/N, it's good to see you. Please, come in." He moved to the side and held the door open for you while you walked in.

"It's good to see you too, Wick. What do you have in store for me today?" You turned to him and asked.

"Oh I'm glad you ask. You won't believe what I've found on my last trip!"

He motioned with his hand for you to follow him. You two took a walk through his house before you stopped in front of the door that was so familiar to you. Wick kept most of his acquired artifacts in that room. You loved this place since that's where you two often spend most of your time, talking about the object that lingered in there.

Wick opened the door with visible excitement on his face. You walked in first and he quickly followed after. He got ahead of you and walked up to a table that stood in the middle of the room. He stopped beside it and looked at you proudly. After taking a look at the table you realized there was a mold fossil laying on top of it.

"woah, what's that?" You leaned closer to the artifact that was now right in front of you. You leaned down to inspect it better. Something oblong, slightly rectangular seemed to be printed of top of the stone. "How old is it?"

"Oh I'm not sure yet. It looks like some specie's claw to me. If I'm lucky enough, it might even be a sign of an ancient species! I can just assume it's over 10,000 years old. This item is still quite new in my collection hereof I haven't inspected it well yet. Did I mention you're the first one of my associates to see this? I'm planning to take a closer look at it soon though!" He chirped

"Wait what?"

"It's quite impressive, right?" He turned to you with his hands proudly resting on his hips and a striking grin on his lips. However his smile slightly faltered when he saw your confused expression. He realized that's not what you meant. "I uh... Why, what's wrong?" he asked with confusion.

"Why me?" You asked bluntly.

"I- why shouldn't you be? I thought you would like to see it?-" Wick seemed confused.

"No. I mean... Why do you invite me of all people. Why do you want to spend time with me?"

"I uh-..." Wick paused. "I just like being around you... I enjoy your company. Your presence is quite nice... and comforting." He raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck. You could sense the embarrassment in his tone.

"oh..." You stood there for a bit in silence. Staring at him and processing his words. "You think so?"

"Of course." Wick nodded with a soft smile.

A moment of silence passed.

"Why?" You asked almost on autopilot.

"what? What do you mean why? We share interests, you actually listen to me, I just think you're a wonderful person in general-" he paused to collet his thoughts and took a breath in. "Where are these questions coming from?" He arched his eyebrow and tilted his head.

You didn't feel like talking about your insecurity. You trusted Wick but at the same time you didn't want him to think there's something wrong with you.

"Nowhere, just curious." You offered him an awkward smile which he reciprocated.

"if you say so." He shrugged.

Wick knew better than to pressure you into answering him truthfully. Perhaps you'll tell him when you're ready.

"Uhm" you cleared your throat. "About the fossil-"

"Oh, right!" Wick's ears perked up and he turned to look at the artifact. You could see that gleam in his eyes. "I dug it up last week while I was examining a new area that was to be designated for another quarry. I can't believe I got so lucky! [...]"

The smile on your face grew as he continued talking. You were grateful for the way Wick treated you and you hoped that the way others viewed you wouldn't change his perspective.

A/n: AAAA this took me so long to write! I started it almost two months ago and I couldn't get myself to finish it. I was writing and writing but it all sounded bad and out of place so I had to change pronunciations and make some parts of the conversation look more fancy shmancy lackadaisy like, idk how to explain it. (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠) Why does this fic look so short? Why is it so short, I spent too much time on this to be that short ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

And also I really liked this request tho, I might make a part 2 in the future, lmk if you'd be interested! X3

[goodwtchnorths]

galinda upland, the good witch of the north, the one who mourns the wicked wicked canon character roleplay / writing blog

welcome! to harleen's slightly freakier corner of the internet!! freakier than my main account that is )

hi! i'm harleen / harley! i use she / her / they / them, and i am the mastermind behind this blonde little freak!

my main account is @madmaxified if you ever wanted to follow me

on there!! you can also find me at @dumbbindes and @strngeandunusual and @lserhrringtns

and now, for just a quick bit of info on eva and and personal boundaries!!

galinda is a character very near and dear to my heart, she’s very special to me as with such comes a lot of silly headcannons and constant thoughts about her swirling in my mind. though i’ll try to stick to canon and not stray too far off the path, there will probably be the odd ( or several odd ) posts where i just indulge in my headcannons. this blog also isn’t a safe space for galinda hate! dni if you think ‘galinda is the real villain of wicked’

I'm also open to multi fandom interaction. though i will be a little more inclined towards wicked blogs /interactions

however!! please do not try to romantically interact with spencer if your character is a man! i very much heavily headcannon galinda as a lesbian and any attempt at male romantic interaction will be swiftly shut down. platonic interaction is fine as well as romantic from female characters who are legal adults!

as for boundaries,,

minors do not interact! this blog will most definitely contain mature topics and possibly some nsfw, i don't care what you consume just don't do it here

please, no homophobia, racism, or any type of bullying or rude behaviour towards me or anyone else on my page, in character is fine, but hate the characters, not the creators. hate of any kind will not be tolerated. please dni if you support isreal

please, please, please don't spam me! i have a life outside of tumblr! if i haven't responded to your ask don't send a million other ones, there's a good chance you could get blocked

all of the graphics i make are mine, please do not steal any of them

tags and meanings :

‪‪❤︎‬ MOD TALKS : me, harley, out of character just yapping

‪‪❤︎‬ GALINDA ANSWERS : replies to asks

‪‪❤︎‬ GONNA MAKE YOU POPULAR ‪‪: interactions, roleplay, etc

‪‪❤︎‬ GALINDA YAPS : galinda yapping your ears off about whatever she’s thinks about ( reblogs, etc )

‪‪❤︎‬ OPEN STARTS : open starters you can interact with! non fandom specific

‪‪❤︎‬ HARLEEN WRITES : drabbles / any type of writing i’ve done of this silly gal

[anakin-pilled]

𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 - anakin skywalker x fem! reader (part two)

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem! reader

wordcount: 4.7k

warnings: no use of y/n

rating: rating: 18+ (my blog is 18+ only)

author's note: thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged the first chapter! it meant so much to me. i cant believe i managed to push out two chapters in a week!! this chapter might seem slow, but only because im still new to writing fanfics and im trying to find the right groove of things, but please be patient as i hope to fasten the pace and tension with the new few chapters. as always, proofread but please let me know if you see any mistakes and feel free to nicely provide any criticism or suggestions (pls). i really want to keep everything as canon compliant to the star wars universe (minus the timeline, that's unspecified), but i decided to take some creative liberties for minor cultural and geographic details. i get most of my information from wookiepedia or the star wars reddit, so if you have any questions about anything, i'm happy to send any links. okay im gonna stop yapping now. taglist at the bottom! creds to saradika for the header!

You couldn’t bear another moment of dinner with Anakin. Something about him set your nerves on fire and left you completely unsettled–in a good way, a way that you’ve rarely felt before. But it was a way that you didn’t know how to deal with, and this deeply troubled you. How were you going to spend the next ten rotations with him? It sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. You doubted Anakin would do anything wrong. No, you would be the one to do something wrong. Totally embarrassing yourself in front of him or unintentionally acting off-putting just because you found him too attractive.

Dammit, you were thinking like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

After retreating to your quarters, you began to pace around your room. You had to get yourself out of this situation. Avoidance was always your favorite escape plan. It made life simpler when you avoided anything that made you uncomfortable or anxious. You weren’t exactly sure how you would avoid the 6’2 hunk of a Jedi. Asking Gido to remove him was out of the question. You couldn’t have Anakin removed, especially after the Chancellor had been kind enough to request one of the Jedi’s best members. You were being immature and you knew it. It hadn’t even been a full day and this man already made you so nervous that you felt like going haywire. 

You gave yourself a small facepalm. “What am I going to do?” you whispered to yourself. You needed to put distance between you and Anakin. That way you would stay as unaffected as possible. Plus, it’s not like anything could happen between you two. Anakin was a Jedi, and you knew that the Jedi had some unorthodox rules surrounding relationships. However (a small and delusional) part of you already imagined a future between the two of you.  You already imagined your lips on his. A man that captivating only came around every few millennia. Well, that was hyperbolic of you to think. Even you, a celebrity with access to Coruscant’s rich and famous upper echelon, never came across a man like Anakin. When was the last time you even got fucked or had one good Holodrama kiss? Dating is hard when you’re a celebrity. You meet people with the wrong intentions–cocky men who care more about having you as some sort of trophy or are afraid of looking beneath you just because you’re more rich than them. Plus, aside from the shitty dating pool, you were simply too busy with your career to indulge in relationships and sex. It honestly quite was ironic considering many of your songs revolved around love. 

The more you thought, the more you felt trapped in your room. An intrusive thought popped into your head, but you quickly brushed away the thought before it got you in trouble. But then the thought appeared again, and you couldn’t help but entertain what your brain was saying.

Her presence is suffocating is the first thing Anakin thought as you left the room. As a trained Jedi, Anakin mastered the practice of shielding others' thoughts and emotions from affecting him. But you were being so loud through the Force. Anakin felt the same nervous energy he felt earlier in the day when he first met you. Except this time, he felt it ten times worse. 

Anakin knew he was being quiet during dinner. But it was hard to focus with your energy screaming in his ears! So, he focused on trying to enjoy his meal instead. You were nice, Anakin would give you that. But he felt if he talked to you, while also trying to stave off your energy from his, he would overwhelm himself. It was all too distracting–a feeling that Anakin rarely felt. 

Anakin then proceeded toward his assigned room, ready to prepare for the night. Luckily, he didn’t have to stay on guard the entire night as there was no threat direct threat to you in Coruscant. Sleep slowly became a stranger to Anakin in the past few months, so he welcomed the guest room’s luxurious, canopy bed with an unrefined flop. He lay there for a while, though he didn’t know how for long as he just stared at the window in front of him and thought. 

Anakin suddenly heard a crash! noise coming from the living room. He quickly jumped into action and ran towards the sound. What if an intruder was trying to harm you? Anakin wouldn’t let them get near you. Though he would protect you, a pang of annoyance ran through Anakin’s head. How could anyone gain access to your apartment? He went through your security details with Gido and made sure that all access points were being guarded by either a security guard or a droid. Anakin hoped this wouldn’t become another Padme situation–he wasn’t in the mood for a high-speed speeder chase tonight. Better yet, why didn’t he sense anything? Were you distracting him so much that his senses were dull? Anakin couldn’t have that happening if you were both to survive the next ten rotations together. 

As Anakin reached your living room and investigated the sound, he saw what object made the sound he heard. His eyes first laid sight on a broken flower vase. The turquoise vase was shattered into a million pieces on the floor. Anakin then looked at the figure next to the broken pottery and there you were, dressed in a dark robe, halfway to the entrance of your apartment. A look of shock, then brief fear and then embarrassment, went through your eyes when you saw Anakin standing before you with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anakin questioned you with a glare. His voice had a deep edge to it. He was relieved that there was no intruder, but he wondered what you were doing. If he didn’t know any better, Anakin would say that it looked like you were in the middle of trying to leave your apartment. Except, Anakin did know better so he knew that was exactly what you were trying to do. The dark robes were a telltale sign of this–it disguised your figure and the hood covered a majority of your face. 

You cleared your throat before putting on a tight-lipped smile, “Oh, I was just trying to night walk in the gardens before going to bed.”

“The gardens? I thought they were closed for renovations. That’s what Gido told me.” There was a slight smirk on Anakin’s face as he replied. He knew he had you.

“Not for me. I have special access…you know, the building manager is a fan of mine. Perks of being famous.” You felt slimy using that as an excuse, but it was better than letting the Jedi know your true intentions. 

“Really?” Anakin admired you for doubling down on your lie, but once again, he could sense your energy through the force. You were hesitant, like you weren’t fully convinced of what you were saying either. Anakin continued, “Then why are you wearing such a thick robe? The weather has been warm lately, even at night. Don’t you think that you would sweat too much?” 

You chuckled nervously before saying, “I sweat all the time.” You quickly shook your head. Kriff that’s not what I meant! you cursed in your head. “I mean I’m used to sweating during practice and performances so it does not bother me too much. I felt chilly which is why I decided to wear my robe on my walk. Please excuse me for disturbing you, General. I must have been in such a rush that I accidentally knocked over this vase. I assure you that I did not intend to raise any alarm.”

“It looks like you were sneaking out to me. Is that why you feel so tense right now? You know, we Jedi can sense emotion. I can sense that you’re not being truthful. There’s no lying to me, pop star.” Anakin replied smoothly. 

You shook your head. It looks like your plan of trying to put distance between you and Anakin wasn’t going to work after all. You should have known–how could you outsmart a Jedi? It was easy to sneak out with your regular security staff, but Anakin was different. 

“I apologize. You’re right. I wasn’t going to take a walk in the gardens. I thought I could visit the night market on level 3204, the Alderaan district. I just needed to clear my head. I didn’t tell because I didn’t think there would be an issue since I was going to keep my identity hidden.” Anakin noted how your apology sounded genuine. 

“Level 3204. Isn’t that a bit far from you? I never suspected that you would stray anywhere past the 5000th level,” said Anakin. When people on Coruscant managed to achieve enough wealth to live on the 5000th level of Coruscant, it was very rare that they ventured anywhere below. The only people that ventured below were those dealing in shady business. That’s not to say that the 3000th level was necessarily bad–he knew that the lower levels were a mixture of the classes ranging from middle-class families to criminals. Anakin had been to almost all the levels of Corscant while on Jedi business. He had seen the most impoverished slums, where crime was rampant and everyone fended for themselves. Yet, he had also seen the richest that Coruscant had to offer–elegant restaurants, opulent theaters, and people dressed in the most expensive fabrics. It always amazed Anakin how in the capital city of the Republic, one of the richest planets in the galaxy, could house such a dichotomy. 

You took offense to Anakin’s words. What did he know about you? Sure, you were wealthy and privileged, but that didn’t mean you had to confine yourself to a small circle of society. You enjoyed visiting what Coruscant had to offer–the different cultures, species, etc. It may have been unconventional for someone of your status, but your parents raised you with humility. Anything you earned in this life could be taken away from you at any moment, so you tried your best to explore and enjoy everything while you still could. 

Now you weren’t thinking about this annoyingly handsome face or soft curls. You were thinking about how he pissed you off. Just another person making assumptions about who I am. Your eyes narrowed before dignifying Anakin with a response, “And where is it that I belong? Please enlighten me. What? Do you think just because I am rich, I wouldn’t dare mingle with anyone in a lower class than me?”

“That’s not how I intended my words to come across.”

“How did you mean for your words to come across?” Anakin felt your energy shift. You were no longer hesitant or nervous. 

“What I mean is that it is unorthodox for celebrities to venture anywhere below Coruscant’s surface. It’s not exactly the most celebrity-friendly place. I would know as I’ve to the 3000th level several times before,” Anakin explained.

“Well, I’m an unorthodox person then. I’ll let you know that I enjoy the night market in the Alderaan district, it has good food and honest people. Now, you can either accompany me or stay here and make more assumptions about me. Whatever you choose, I will still be attending the night market. Feel free to tell Gido.” You turned around and continued walking toward your front door before you were stopped by Anakin. 

“Kriff. You’re not going to make this easy, huh? Fine. I’m going with you to the market because it’s my duty to protect you, but don’t try anything.”

You first discovered this night market in Coruscant’s Alderaan district only a few months into your arrival on the planet. Your fame had not skyrocketed yet, so you could easily travel between Coruscant’s levels without being chased by HoloNet reporters or crazy fans. You stumbled upon the market one night while lost on level 3204. It was a serendipitous moment for you. The night market operated every night and was primarily inhabited by Alderaanian expats, however, there were a few stalls run by species from exotic planets who sold even more exotic goods and foods. At the time you discovered it, you were feeling homesick and lonely. Your home planet of Bar’leth was nothing like Coruscant. Though Bar’leth had some metropolitan cities, it also had greenery and fauna. And the population wasn’t nearly as dense as Coruscant! You grew up in Bar’leth’s capital city, but you could still name your neighbors and there was a sense of community. Coruscant had none of these features. The night market was more than just a market, it reminded you of a tiny piece of home in the most bustling place in all of the galaxy. 

The familiar smell of grilled bantha skewers and roasted pormork flooded your senses. The area was decorated with a mixture of bright, fluorescent neon lighting and the warm, cozy light from twinkle lights from the vendor’s stalls. Light music played in the background from a live band playing in a corner somewhere. Though the market was mainly filled with adults, the occasional child and their family were seen. You and Anakin walked at a comfortable place in the middle of the road. Neither of you was talking, just observing the scene around you. You observed how people interacted with each other and made up life stories for them in your head. Anakin observed for any potential danger. 

“I’m sorry for snapping on you earlier. I hate when people make assumptions about who I am. It’s a sensitive spot for me. You know, with my name always in the tabloids,” it was you who decided to speak first. 

Anakin listened before responding, “Maybe I was wrong to make those assumptions about you.” He still thought it was odd that you wanted to venture so below the surface, but if there was one thing that Anakin understood, it was your disdain for assumptions. As the Chosen One, everyone made assumptions about Anakin—assumptions he should act or think. And somehow, Anakin always failed to live up to people’s assumptions of him. There were very few people in his life who accepted him the way he was. This was another point of contention in his life. 

Instead of letting this event take place in a silent awkwardness like dinner, you decided to make an effort to keep the conversation going. Anakin didn’t directly apologize, but you took his words to be a positive sign. “I know it must be a shock to you that I wanted to visit this market. And you were partially right to judge, who would suspect that I stray far from my life on the surface? The truth is, no one would expect that from me which is exactly why I do what I do. Not even Gido knows that I come down here.” 

“What makes this specific place worth sneaking out for? Aren’t there any other places you would rather be than down here?” Anakin asked this question sincerely. He was curious about you. While he was no stranger to Coruscant’s rich elite, the people he met were confined the the political sector.  He knew how politicians acted and their thought processes, but he knew nothing about the other type of elite—the celebrities, like you. 

“It reminds me of home, and the simple days I used to live before the glitz and glamour. There was a farmer’s market on Bar’leth I frequented with my family. There was local produce, lots of gourmet food, and trinkets of all kinds. I stumbled upon this market by happenstance one day and I never stopped visiting it ever since,” you explain truthfully. You loved the life you lived now and you were extremely grateful for it. But nothing could compare to your old life when you could enjoy the simple pleasures of life without any care in the world. Nowadays life barely gives you a chance to breathe since you were always working on something–whether it is new music, media appearances, or special performances. “You know, you’re actually the first person I have told about this place. You better keep it a secret, or else.” Anakin could tell you were joking by the smile on your face. He returned your joke with a small smile of his own.

You continued the conversation by asking Anakin a question of his own, “Don’t you have a special place that you like to visit when life gets too hectic?”

Anakin’s automatic response was to give you a generic answer. Before he could give you that generic answer, he changed his mind. He knew that was too guarded, but he couldn’t help himself. Anakin had been hurt too many times now–hurt by life, by his actions, and by the actions of others. Opening up was a recipe for disaster, especially when Anakin knew how passionately he felt about almost everything in his life. The only person Anakin managed to completely open up to was Padme, but even she was off-put sometimes by the level of passion and truthfulness he displayed. She never verbally admitted it, but Anakin could tell. Though you two didn’t know each other very well and have had minimal conversation so far, something about your energy invited Anakin to open up. Your energy in the force was serene. However, it wasn’t the type of serenity that Anakin felt whenever he was at the Temple. At the Temple, it was so peaceful, it was almost like it was devoid of any energy–it perfectly balanced all the energies of all the Jedi order and created a feeling of equilibrium. Your energy was serene in a way that reminded Anakin of his mother–comforting and warm. He could feel it radiating off your person. Ever since Anakin left with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, he could never sense that same energy in anyone else. Not even Padme, whose energy was more dynamic and loud. Thus, Anakin decided to be honest with his answer. 

“There is a place that I like to escape to sometimes. It is located in a secluded corner of the Jedi temple and only accessible through the garden wing. I used to go there all the time as a Youngling and then a Padawan. It has the best view of Coruscant since it faces the intersection where the old Republic Theater house and Senate offices meet. On clear days, you can watch the sunset from there.” Anakin didn’t know that the Senate offices were in that direction until a few years after he moved to Coruscant. Once he found out Padme had stepped down as queen and became Naboo’s senator, he would stare at that intersection as a way to feel closer to Padme during their years apart. Despite the breakup, the spot still comforted Anakin because it served as a reminder of how far he had come. He was no longer a lovesick fool and rambunctious Padawan, but a mature and fully-fledged Jedi Knight. Through the transitional nature of life, that spot would always be there for Anakin. 

It was your turn to nod and listen to Anakin.

“How was it like…growing up in the Temple?,” you hesitated, not wanting to overstep any boundaries with Anakin. You remember how the tone of his voice earlier when you questioned him about Tatooine. 

“Growing up in the temple was…different. When I first arrived, I didn’t realize I would be living in a religious organization. There’s a lot about the Jedi that was very different from the life I lived on Tatooine. Though I can’t complain too much, I had a permanent roof over my head and food on my plate every day. And, there was practically no sand at all. The best part,” Anakin finished. 

“I imagine it’s like one big family, no?”

Anakin sucked his teeth in response before continuing, “Since I arrived at the Temple later than the normal age, I didn’t grow up with my crèche. We had lessons together every now and then, but if there was anybody I considered like family to be in the Temple, it would be my former master Obi-Wan, and my Padawan Ashoka. She’s actually a  fan—I promised her I would try to get an autograph.” Anakin looked sheepish at the mention of the autograph.  

“Remind me before you leave. I’ll make sure to sign something. Should I sign her lightsaber?” You made sure to make a serious face while looking at Anakin. Then, you let out a giggle. “I’m only kidding about the last part. Come on, let’s get something sweet.” Your pace picked up before leading Anakin in another direction. 

You stopped by a stall owned by an older Twi’lek lady who sold homemade rishi honeystix. The honeystix quickly became your favorite item at the market because of its’ sweet flavor and crispy batter. They were similar to a childhood favorite snack of yours, except the rishi honeystix was fried, not baked. 

“Can I have two honeystix please?” you asked the owner. She nodded yes before you handed her over the credits, adding some extra for a tip. The owner quickly prepared the dessert before handing it to you and sending a warm smile to both.

“Enjoy the sweet treat! I love seeing young couples like you visit the market,” she stated with a look of adoration on her face. 

You and Anakin straightened your postures and sent a sheepish smile to the owner. 

“Oh, we’re not-” “She’s not my-” You both said at the same time. 

The owner giggled out an apology before turning her back on the both of you and preoccupied herself with preparing more food. 

Her comment affected you more than you would have liked to admit. You couldn’t say you wished you were dating Anakin, you hard knew him after all. But the idea of someone mistaking you to be in a relationship with someone as attractive as Anakin made you feel a funny feeling. You felt a moment of giddy before telling yourself to calm down. 

You led Anakin toward an old fountain that sat in the middle of the market. “Ever tried these before? They’re the best! I don’t come here too often anymore, but whenever I do, I make an effort to buy these.” You then handed Anakin his dessert. 

“I don’t think I have had these before. The Jedi diet consists of the Temple’s cantina food and whatever rations we have for off-world assignments. Though I try to explore new foods when I have the chance,” Anakin stated. He picked up the dessert and observed it. Anakin didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he was intrigued by its flavor. A sweet aroma wafted off the dessert and even Anakin felt tempted to try it. 

You were looking toward the distance as Anakin inspected the dessert. You were about to take a bit of your honeystix when you made eye contact with a small figure in the distance. As your eyes focused on the figure, you realized you were looking at a young Rodian child. Their gaze shifted from your eyes to the dessert in hand. Despite the Alderaanian district being one of the more wealthy districts in the lower levels, many families still lived in borderline poverty. You smiled at the child in reassurance before getting up from the fountain and slowly making your way towards them.

Anakin looked up at the sound of your figure getting up and was about to ask you where you were going before he saw you walk to a child and kneel before them. He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he saw you hand over your honeystix to the child. You hugged the child goodbye, but not before handing them a few extra credits. The child’s purple eyes widened and a bright smile appeared on their face. They gave you another hug before retreating to wherever they came from. 

You got back up from the ground and walked back toward the fountain without saying anything to Anakin. You continued like nothing happened and asked Anakin, “Did you enjoy it?”

He ignored your question. “What was that about?” He was referring to the instance in which you gave away your dessert to a child. 

“I saw the little one looking at my food, so I decided to go over there and offer it to them. I could tell she was hungry. It’s alright, I can always buy myself another.”

Anakin always believed that you could tell a lot about a society or individuals based on the way they treated children. He hated Tatooine and regarded it as one of the lowest civilized planets in the entire galaxy–for many reasons, of course, but the primary reason is that those on Tatooine had no issue trafficking children into slavery and treating them as chattel. He wished that more people displayed kindness toward him as a child. Anakin’s only crime was being born into the world, but aside from that, he was innocent and deserved to be treated with dignity and humanity. You were kind. It seemed like a bare minimum requirement to be astonished at, but with the type of people Anakin has had the displeasure of meeting, kindness was a trait he rarely witnessed outside of the Temple walls. 

You stared at Anakin as if you were waiting for him to say something, but he simply observed your face without saying anything. A timid look washed over your face before you turned your head to the side and blew a piece of hair out of your face. 

“Well, I think it’s time we head back.” 

Being with Anakin was different than you expected. At first, you were overwhelmed by his presence–caught off guard by the fact he looked like a literal god from one of those classical paintings located in one of Corucant’s largest art galleries. You’ve always had a soft spot for pretty boys. Plus, you also had a penchant for romanticizing almost every interaction and person in your life. Not always in the romantic sense though. From brief strangers to friends, you tried to put a positive spin on everyone you encountered. There was no way of telling if fate was real, but you liked to believe so. Anakin was no exception to these rules. 

You were so close to successfully sneaking out of your apartment, without being detected, until you accidentally bumped into that stupid vase. Anakin came running out while you scrambled to make it look like you hadn’t been caught in the middle of doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. You knew that if Anakin found out that you were leaving the building, he would either force you to say or contact your manager. So, you lied and tried to convince him you weren’t sneaking out. Of course, he saw through you and you gave up without a fight, until he made that stupid comment. Lying was never your strong suit anyway and it wasn’t worth the hassle anyway. So, Anakin joined you on your night adventure. 

Though you were initially anxious, once to got to the market, you felt your head clear. This was your comfort place, and it soothed your racing heart and clouded mind. Once you were past that anxiousness, you found that Anakin had a calming presence, once you got over your initial nerves. Anakin was observational, though it was expected of him to be so. However, it felt like he was really listening to you and clinging to what you said. He looked pensive as you described why you liked the night market so much. You wanted to make conversation with him, you didn’t feel forced to. Maybe it was the nature of the predicament you were both and the fact that he would be your bodyguard for the next week and a half, but you felt drawn to him. You wanted to know more about who the “Hero with No Fear.” You feared that if you got to know him anymore, then you might fall for him.  Except, you had to stop yourself before it went any deeper than that. Once again, you reminded yourself that Anakin was a Jedi. Off-limits. So, as you settled into bed, you promised that you would actually keep your distance. There was no use in getting attached to him. The Jedi belonged to no one. 

taglist: @angie2274 @bunnylovesani @0709fullofstars @js-favnanadoongi @payton-dixonreader it wasn't letting me tag u ):

[off-mozzarella]

Taking this insomnia as an oportunity to yap about the soulswap AU xD I was going to talk abt everything here but it got kinda long so I might make more parts about the other posts!!

First comic - how it started 🐱

Now... The existence of this + the fact it's my post popular post is funny and kind of ironic considering I've never really been one to enjoy -swap AUs but here we are xD

I got the idea in the beautiful daydreaming time before bed lol, and during a few weeks I was just kinda coming up with scenarios

So then I got the idea of making it into a comic, which honestly I didn't take that seriously at first bc I thought I wasn't actually gonna do it, but still I tried planning out in my head what I wanted the introducction "story" to be, how I could represent the actions through panels, and I even thought about the dialogues a lot and how to organize the speech bubbles, I'm honestly not one to like writing stuff down so I just memorized it all 😹

Soo yeah, one day I was just like "fuck it I'm gonna do it". (I just remembered I can use periods I'm sorry). This would be a personal project in which in the worst case I would have a ugly comic, and in the best it would be something I'm actually proud of, but either way the important thing for me was to actually try to do it and challenge myself with something I've never done. Lowkey also in spite of all the art ideas I've had in my life and never even attempted to create xD.

I think I decided to start like, exactly a week before my lasik surgery 💀 so I took that as a deadline to try to finish as soon as possible, otherwise I would be giving myself room to overthink it and probably scape it xd. Since I wouldn't be able to draw for a few days after my surgery, I also thought it would be nice to (lowkey unhealthily) put all the work into something I wanted to get done and go rest those few days feeling acomplished.

So I gathered a bunch of references, made a lot of my own got to drawing and suffered but also had fun lol. I'm ngl I just wasn't going out from my room bc I was either drawing all day or searching for references. Straight up forced myself to be an expert in drawing those two (jk I still can't draw them properly but at least it's a bit easier now).

I was really overthinking the chain of events that occurred before the comic so what was happening and what Hyrule said made sense lol. I ended up changing a small bit of the dialogue and I still think it doesn't make sense but no one thought about it (probably) so that's fine. I also had to change some panels so they would be an even number, it was had trying to keep it flowing correctly, honestly everything was hard!!! High respect to comic artists, I've only read a few comics and mangas so I honestly have no idea of what I'm doing.

Anyways, there isn't really a way to add text on procreate so I drew the speech bubbles kind of guessing the size xD taking into consideration the planning I had done about their placement. This worked for most panels but for some I had to import the page with the text and redraw it again. Took a bit but I finished the night before my deadline, it was so hard not to post it inmediately 😿 I told myself I'd wait until the next day bc maybe I could reach more ppl.

So yeah, I post it the next day. It very quickly got quite a few likes and reblogs, so I felt relieved to see it was getting well received! It was something unlike anything I've done before and an idea that would not be of everyone's taste so I hope you understand why I was a bit anxious 😹. I was reading your reblogs in the waiting room before the surgery and it helped me feel less nervous so xD thanks. And coming back after those few days to so many nice comments?? Beautiful.

Enough yapping about me, now some stuff about the actual comic!

These are my fave panels:

The hardest to draw:

Aaand my least favorite:

I had to do some recycling because I was running short on time but it looks so stiff 😓 I wanted to change the angle or the pose but it was too late. The recycling just doesn't work as well here as in the last page.

Random facts:

-I redrew the bottom panel of the first page like three times bc I didn't like it and still didn't like the final one lul.

-In the first one I considered adding the fairy flying away but Idk.

-I decided to draw the weapons during the entire comic bc I'm insane. I don't recommend it.

-I had to do some weird stuff in front of the mirror and on the floor to understand what I wanted with certain poses 💀 honestly this is true for a lot of my drawings.

-I tried to keep details but if you pay enough attention you'll notice some inconsistencies lol.

-I remembered Hyrule's bracelet until I was almost done and decided he was just not wearing it that day ✨

-Ig that the canvas was too big or smth but when I tried to watch the timelapse on my previous ipad the app would crash xDD. I have a pro now so I can actually watch it lol, I wanted to share a vid so you could see my messy ahh workflow but maybe next time bc I don't wanna turn my ipad on lol.

-I worked mostly in a single layer, cleaning up the drawings rather than trying to do lineart bc I knew if I did that it would look rly stiff and I was going to get stressed out. I rly aimed to get it done as best as possible in as little time as possible xD. It's not the greatest piece of art but it looks good enough. It was a rly interesting way to get out of my comfort zone.

Overall, this has been fun! And I'm glad to see this many people liked something I made. Embracing my cringe self and healing 💅.

Stay tuned for more yapping posts 😼👍.

[sixsix680]

EDIT: I think they changed their ID. I'm not gonna update anything but you might need to click the tag if you want to block them.

This is not going well, but I guess that's what it feels like when you wake up from the 7th nightmare within 48 hours and witness rubbish like this. Yes, this is my condition, probably the reason why I'm so irritated. Also, English is my second language. So uh- sorry gang if I talk like trash-I originally planned my first post in this community to be something cute and wholesome. Appreciating other ships since I don't like to yap about mine that much. I have already set up a new blog and drawn a few pictures, which are ready to send. But I figured out I needed people to see this, so here we are. Oh I better stop rambling shit.

Hello, dear user @fallenangel-still-falling. It would be a shame to not tag you in this. I don't think you know about me, but I know about you. Being all ridiculous and pathetic? You should be grateful when you finally have the attention that beings like you wouldn't have. Feel free to leave a thought, or my DM is open too if you're a coward.

Hello, everyone reading this.

This post is about the selfship community and some... proshippers. I don't witness that myself, so long story short. The user I have mentioned, a twenty-something years old, selfship with Morty from... everyone knows where I suppose, who is a minor. Which is totally not okay? Yeah, you are disgusting. But I'm not here for further discussions since, you know, I don't care about your problems. I'm aware someone has talked about that somewhere.

I guess weirdos exist, and I usually dont hunt down people. Not until they caught my attention. I'm not the type to sit back and watch when my preferred people are being talked shit at. Even though you did like absolutely no damage, your misleading information spreading is... what is the word you brought up again? Ah. Bullying. I know well about it.

Quite funny how your little call-out post got zero attention. Suppose people can discern if they should trust a creep or someone literally writing hundreds of letters free for the community. More straight to the point:

fallenangel-still-falling, or Koda. Is a damn pedophile. This mess harasses my friend and some other people. Lying and talking shit like hell, spreading untrue information which might damage my dearest's reputation. Yeah also reporting random people. Better watch out guys!

"Please if you can report their account and let's get one less disgusting human being off the internet. 💚"

I usually tell people to grow the hell up, but since you're grown up, get a life, then. Stop being such a clown and perhaps you can be normal.

Also! Repeat after me: Blocking the problem isn't problem-solving.

Harassment? This is an act of justice. You can't harass the harassment itself. What we are doing is removing trash from our community and putting it where it belongs. Why be scared to do so? When they can't do anything besides reporting or crying cause they are not on the right side. Wah wah.

If you block me or report me because of this, you're more than welcome, isn't like I care or anything. I will just acknowledge you support this kind of gross shit. What a waste of air and ridiculous existence.

Creeps exist. A little report and reblog would be a big help. I suggest blocking them after doing so, too. Who knows what the creeps would do? And thanks for reading all of this.

[saiintvalentiine]

wait you reblogged my flytrap painting that’s why your blog looked familiar :0 that’s awesome ty :3

anyways, if u have thoughts about zeemyth things this ask is basically just an invitation to talk abt them bc i have all of his lore spinning in my head constantly

WOW HI YES I REMEMBER YOUR FLYTRAP ART !!!! How are you !!! Your recent UU art looks amazing as well <3

I have been talking. NONSTOP. with @eggseventy about Zeemyth's ROOTHOUSE series. They've been transcribing all the videos over time: I went Past the Farlands, Backroom Shorts, All 3 Test Videos, and as of tonight Weird Door is the latest transcript.

And I am. SO convinced. Roothouse!Zee is some sort of robot who becomes organic through sybiosis with the hhouse. I don't even really know how to organize my thoughts about this and its super late here but I'm gonna try!

In the Weird Door video, he says it's an old world, but it doesn't really obey the rules of Minecraft. And he has a full hunger bar but doesn't heal. He comments on having food, but doesn't ever eat. AND LIKE. IT MAKES SENSE TO ME THAT IF HE WERE A ROBOT, HE WOULDN'T EAT BUT STILL TAKE DAMAGE THAT WON'T HEAL ITSELF.

But when he's in the hhouse, he gets so desperately hungry, but why is that? I think the hhouse is creeping into him, and that hunger isn't his. That's also why, to me, the cycle never fully ends; he carries a part of the hhouse with him when he gets out, and the 100 days video loops in on itself because a part of him is equally stuck in the hhouse as the hhouse is stuck in him. So then, after that, he "feels" hunger and other things that he wouldn't have before.

Which also, I think Roothouse!Zee goes on to become Redacted!Zee directly, like I think it's the same character. His second RSMP video is the one that really cements that for me, because the entity fucking with him just plays him like a fiddle using a lot of the hhouse's techniques. It plays a jukebox outside his base, it takes his dog, etc. All things that parallel moments from the Roothouse stuff in my opinion. And then you end the video and it's like. . . he's trapped in these weird hallways and stuff? So much to unpack. I need to rewatch that video.

I don't think this is canon to clarify I've just been thinking about this nonstop these last few days. An inhuman thing becomes more human, but not without suffering? In my saiintly apocrypha? yeah actually bird found in sky towel found in bathroom water found in ocean.

I hope this was interesting for you!!! Thank you for giving me the chance to yap about it <3

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so im messing around with this tumblr blog stats website again and i’m so mesmerized by the graphs and i'm really surprised about which posts get notes and the amount they have ;;;

(weirdly sentimental and rambly tonight so feel free to ignore btc fdsskj)

ngl i dont pay attention to how my posts are doing after i post them (i just forget about them 💔 and i only notice whenever i see them in my activity and i check people's tags or comments) so sometimes it comes as a surprise whenever i see some posts have notes that are in the hundreds?????? at least a thousand maybe????

scary.... but also thank you 🥹 i'm just Out Here ;;;

i started this blog thinking that it’s strictly for twst art that i was always just felt shy about posting rambles like this or reblogging things or talking about Anything Else that isn't twst. several hundreds of posts + reblogs later i think i just slowly stopped caring and decided that i'm just gonna post/rb whatever i feel like--

this blog is slowly turning from just me only throwing art out there into me making it into some kind of journal??? if that's the right descriptor for it???

anyways all this to say it's just because i also have been seeing more followers lately 😭 so hiiiii if you're reading this <3333

i feel like i've mentioned this before in one of my older posts, i think it's some sort of impostor syndrome i'm feeling again. i can't believe that there's people out there that are "fans"??? people who perceive me and i know absolutely nothing about them or i only see them as someone who consistently likes my posts. it's a weird feeling being considered a big blog (especially since i never mentioned anywhere the amount of followers i have; honestly even the mention or acknowledgment of having an amount of followers is making me feel all sorts of fhdslfhlsdjfksldkj).

even though i know there's no point in me thinking about this, but it does make me wonder what made people follow me considering the absolute mess variety of posts that i do (to most mutuals/friends reading this, i already know why you're here, and some of you are very obvious so shush /lh /j). and sometimes there's no indicator other than the people who spam like/rb a series of posts before/after deciding to follow.

like. I do yume art, i do jamil art (which i consider a separate entity from my yume art), i also do just unhinged rambling about twst in general. and i've started to occasionally reblog stuff. i don't know if i'm forgetting something else-

to clarify, i'm not being ungrateful 😭😭😭 it actually makes me happy to know that i'm making an impact to someone even just a little. it's a weird mix of feeling pressure and pleasure from it. if that makes sense 💦

so sometimes i feel like a terrible person for putting boundaries because i don't come on here as a "content creator" or whatever but just another person who does things on a whim, sharing their dolls and little drawings and yapping to anyone who is interested to listen.

LMAO i don't know how to properly end this train of thought i just needed to yap 😭

thanks for reading whatever this is if you've made it this far 😭🫶

[samaraxmorgan]

SLAP YAP

Get it 😼

Ok ok it is me yap anon, and I couldn't help but notice that one of your reblogs that just so happened to mention slapping 😏

So you know my mind got working and I've decided that subby roomate Sukuna is that way to go with this, so lemme lay out the situation >:D

Sukunas being a bastard like usual but this time he has endangered DUN DUN DUNNN bj or Brat.jr and that is our Son OUR CHILD so we get into an argument about his antics and it's like arguing to a brick wall he can't really fathom why we're so upset "it's just a fish?" Is what he would say and then WA BAM (in the comic I'm working on this is the sound for being slapped)

So now we're apologizing for getting heated, and Sukuna is going to hide behind a counter we think it would be to gain distance but NO ITS TO HIDE HIS BONER and like the freak he is, he would most likely jerk off to the thought of us slapping him

He'd probably slap himself while jorking it to try and recreate it- WOAHH WHO SAID THAT

This wind is crazy bro *is currently inside curled up in a blanket fort that rivals medieval castles*

Anyways sorry if I Jumpstart you with this freaky yap but I couldn't hold my silence 😔

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT :DDD

YAP ANON BABE YOURE GONNA KILL ME DEAD!!! (Positive askskskdks)

Oh my god IMAGINE he got the wrong kind of food for Brat Jr, like he got beta fish food instead of goldfish food by mistake and we’re like “… bro there’s a picture of the fish on the package HOW did you fuck that up??”

So OF COURSE he’s gotta be snippy in return, because he is A Man and cannot admit he made a mistake ASMSMSZM (Men™️ amiright lmfao), love him to death but he can be a total ass sometimes because well, it’s SUKUNA!! “It’s just a fish it’s not a big deal.” But it IS a big deal because this is our baby, even if every time it’s tank cleaning time we nudge Sukuna like “it was YOUR idea to get him so…. You should clean it” we do still love our lil goldfish!!

Maybe he makes some little comment like “If it dies I’ll get you a new one” and we FLIP on him, because how DARE you!!! That’s our SON!!

And he loves being a menace so he jokes like “how do you know it’s still the same fish? Maybe I got a new one while you were gone.” He’s just trying to rile us up for fun, sarcastic smirk plastered on his face but he ends up pushing it too far when we get more angry, making the super smart and bright decision to roll his eyes and mutter “so dramatic” under his breath

MAYBE this is just me but…. PERSONALLY….. I would not hesitate to slap him at that point ASKSKKS

So we WA BAM his face, and he’s SHOCKED into silence, his eyes going wide in surprise and his smug grin dropping like a dead fly. And it’s just SILENT for a little too long, cogs turning in both our heads and his but for two TOTALLY different reasons.

On OUR end, our thoughts are “oh fuck oh shit why did I do that”

But on HIS end he’s thinking “fuck that was hot. Why was that hot”

I LOVE the idea of him not knowing he was into it before that moment, just giving him complete whiplash in surprise. The tips of his ears turn pink and he basically BOLTS behind the kitchen counter because this has gotta be the most inconvenient time to be wearing grey sweatpants, so he presses his hips flush against the counter to try and hide his dick cause he’s getting hard 😵‍💫

We’re apologizing PROFUSELY, saying that we crossed the line and it won’t happen again; but he’s having trouble paying attention and just goes “mhm” and turns on his heel to go up to his room. We think he’s PISSED, like he can’t even look at us but we are so so wrong

And oh my GOD your idea with him slapping himself while jerking off wAIT YOURE ONTO SOMETHING!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I can’t decide which scenario I like better: either him imaging us being rough with him in bed and he ends up instinctively slapping himself without even realizing for a second, ORR him actively deciding to slap himself to try to recreate it and he keeps hesitating and trying to gauge how much force to put behind it MMMMMPPPHHH

I’ve had this ask eating my brain for the past week u have no idea likE!!! THE IDEA IS SO HOTTT AAAA I LOVE IT

I hope u have a LOVELY DAYYYY THANK U FOR THE FOOD YAP ANON ASKSKSM

[chaotic-banana-fish]

I absolutely love how after yapping endlessly on my main account about banana fish to the point where I decided to make a sideblog for it, I posted two analysis on here and then disappeared from the face of the hellsite... I swear this doesn't mean that my banana fish hyperfixation has died out (my poor friends and family know well that's not the case) I'm just lazy in materializing my thoughts but I'm actually gonna try posting more on here.

Plus I've realised I don't have to exclusively post long well-thought analysis, I can just make quick observations or opinions from time to time (as well as reblog other people's banana fish content)

[bonetrousledbones]

💥💥explosion sounds💥💥💥💥💥💥

halloo this is my blog for undertale-flavored skeletons. i like AUs a whole lot and have about 538 different versions of papyrus. dealing with fucking giga-burnout at the moment so things aren't super active but i sure am here

i do not currently post my art anywhere except for tumblr. as long as you ask for permission and credit me in your bio/pinned post i don't mind my art being used for profile pictures or banners, but otherwise i do not give permission for my art to be reposted or used anywhere, for anything else. if you see my art reposted i would strongly appreciate it if you asked the poster to take it down and/or let me know so that i can ask them myself if needed. *this doesn't apply to reblogs, obviously.

i'm not gonna list out a whole DNI but i am gonna ask that proshippers & other folks who typically align with that crowd, please leave me alone. yall have not been kind to me in the past and i don't tolerate it anymore. it's a pain in the ass to block people from a sideblog & tumblr staff seems extremely uninterested in making that easier at any point so literally all i'm asking is for you to Please stay out of my space as much as I stay out of yours. thanks.

other blogs/commonly used tags/other semi-relevant links under the cut. click read more if you wanna make the post reeaallly looonggg

@spingtail

^ main blog, pretty much just reblogs. i yap in the tags a lot

💥bonetrousledbones

^ literally just a link to the desktop theme for this blog that you're already looking at because i like it a lot and not enough people are ever gonna get to see it

but i paid $10 for it so You're Gonna See It

💥btw if you scroll down the sidebar and click on the tab titled "navigation" you can read everything on this post in a significantly less horrible format

@ask-the-bone-boys

^ my ask blog. currently inactive because of The Burnout but it's the thing i've worked on for 7 years now & what almost all the various AUs i talk about here are for.

when i talk about "atbb" this is what that is

basically imagine if underverse was papyrus and also that papyrus had something so very deeply wrong with him to the point that even other fucked up AUs are kinda weirded out. yeah sure that's the summary i'm gonna run with

I'm done working on the ask blog format (outside of the current ARG-flavored event I've had to pause) but eventually I'll be rewriting it into a fic series instead

here's the series on ao3 so far. it has 8 works, mostly oneshots for now but there's a few multichapters in there too. i consider them all prologues for the "main" story which is what i'll be rewriting

also here's just a bigass infodump about it too lol idk

@mothbbones

^ blog for non-undertale art. relatively inactive because undertale is basically all i draw but it has some ocs & sonic fanart on it

if you're interested in my 18+ secret blog, send me an ask OFF ANON so that i can confirm you're an adult and i'll give you the url. mostly papcest shipping thoughts, 18+ headcanons/character analysis, art once in a blue moon, and other things i just don't feel like talking about over here. occasionally spammy & very very disorganized compared to this blog lmao

common tags (excluding fandom/AU tags)

#trousled rambles <- basic text posts #trousled arts <- basically all of my art (wips are usually untagged) #trousled dumb <- stupid shit idk #trousled reblogs <- reblogs. believe it or not #awesome art that i adore <- fanart/gifts for me #skeletal speculations <- theories & analysis

#atbb <- for posts about the ask blog NOT gonna list out each atbb character tag one by one since this is already long enough, just look at the tags for this post here- it has all of them & the post itself also (kinda) says who's who

ok thats it as compensation if you read this far you can look at this weird fucking dog i found