#Need to draw a responce...

[persy-r-bozo]

DHMIS oddtoer- bloodshead

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello dear author, hope your day is going well. This is my first time requesting, so please bear with me. I was wondering if you can perhaps write about bob with a reader who likes to paint/draw. It can be like general headcanons or an actual fic where the reader likes to draw him because she likes him but is scared of rejection so she resorts to admiring from afar, until he comes across an opened sketchbook and he can’t help but glance at it and freezes when he sees himself and a whole lot of fluffy cuteness ensues. Sorry if it’s too specific, you can do whatever you want with this. I love your writing and hope you have a nice rest of your day :D

Art was a talent you had honed out when your mind got too loud, you drew or painted things or people that brought you joy or you felt a companionship with, which was why your walls were littlered in skteches of cute puppies and kittens along with drawings of your fellow teammates: John on his phone, Yelena with Fanny and her guinea pig Houdini, Ava phasing through a wall, Alexei and his 'Avengerz' outfit in responce to Sam's copyright claim.

but the one person you seemingly skteched the most was Bob Reynolds, the man you seemingly felt the need to capture every single movement as though you'll never see him read a book, wash the dishes or just do domestic tasks within the Watchtower. He was at peace when doing all these things, his brow wasn't furrowed, his bottom lip wasn't bitten to death, his hands weren't raw from his wringing of them.

you even drew his messy mop of hair as it falls infront of his eyes, his small smiles as he watched the rest of your team squable over who's turn it was for movie night. You even drew his interactions with the stray kittens and alleyway dogs that he often feed and kept hydrated whenever they were at the doorstep of the Watchtower. His heart was kind and knew no end of it either as no matter what Bob was presented with, he was gentle and kind with it.

He was so beautiful that you feared that you could only ever view such a beauty like him from afar, he was a sacred treasure that should be seen but never touched. You couldn't help yourself when you fell for him, he was light and warmth within invinsible but very human skin, he was like a gentle breeze that ruffled your clothes and the tops of trees, the birdsong that woke you up every morning with his sweet voice greeting you as you walked into the kitchen only to see him there with two mugs already prepared.

He had remembered how you took your drink, how you like your sandwhitches cut and which bowl you prefered to eat ceral out of. It seemed as though his mind was a massive memory bank of small things that he had taken notice about everyone and kept it within himself to honour those small thing he noticed about everyone on the team.

so you dedicated an entire sketchbook to him, every single last page was filled to the brim with him falling asleep in his book nook chair, him sat at the very end of the sofa during movie nights, hands on his lap as though he didn't want to intrude on anyone else's personal space amongst many more. Bob was and is your muse who you could never stop drawing and or painting as you felt it would be a dishonour to him for he was the man who should have sketches and stories made about him.

at least you thought so but you were someone that saw through the eyes of an artist and Bob oh so happened to be the apple of your eye. It was as though your heart was telling you to immortalise this man however you could and make him look the most beautiful man in existance, which you thought was impossible inicially as in your eyes Bob was already the most beautiful man you've ever met.

if anything Bob ruined all men for you for they could never compare to a man who only wanted to be more, to be useful in whatever way he could. They could never compare to a man who's smile warmed you immeditely, who's voice brought a sense of calm to your mind and who's presence was enough to reassure you that everything was okay.

The man was made to have art of him drawn even he might not think so, you couldn't confess your feelings to him in fear of putting him in an situation he wasn't ready for, and instead channel your feelings for Bob by drawing him as the man you saw daily; a gentle man who had immense strength that could easily crush anything with ease, yet he chose to be soft with everyone and everything. He would carfeully dog ear his books, put away the plates, cups and bowls with such cautiousness as though he feared the sound of ceraminc would disturb everyone in the tower.

you felt as though you could easily describe Bob within a few sentences or less, yet also feel as though that those very same sentences wouldn't do much justice for the man he actually was, he was everything you wish you could have and everything you knew you might never have as your feelings might not be reciprocated and you didn't want to disctract him when he was getting himself back on track.

so you kept silence and kept your heart drawn out on the pages of your sketchbook when your feelings became stronger, finding the blonde that lingered at the ends of Bob's hair just as beautiful as the rest of him as they glowed like gold in the light. Even when he fiddles with it between his fingers it looked like he was toying with strands of gold, looking at them with indifference and a sence of regret. You wish you could tell him how you saw him, but felt as though you were overstepping a line somehow, so once again you remained silent.

You thought you had concealed your feelings well enough with your drawings, yet when you went out of the room to grab something to eat and drink after realising how long you've went without. Yet what you didn't know was that Bob had come to your room to do just that, having noticed your absense for a good majority of the day and having grown concerned when he remembered just how little you had to eat since this morning.

you both missed each other by at least a millisecond, like two shooting stars with totally different locations to be, barely getting to see one another by anything other then a short lived glance.

By the time Bob got to your room it was clear to him that he had missed you somewhere, but something told him to still go into your room as he gazed at the sketches, drawings and paintings that littered your walls, giving your room life and an insight to your creativity as he admired each one of your works, wishing he could have as much talent as you did.

there were sketches of john, Ava, Alexei, Yelena doing their own thing but what caught Bob's attention the most was the sketchbook that lied upon your bed, open to an unfinshed sketch of...him? Bob didn't mean to pry into your personal belongings but he didn't think he was worth being drawn, being immortalised by your hands and the closer he got to the book, the feeling of becoming breathless worsened within his chest as he got to glimpse at what you saw when you looked at him.

there were sketches of him reading in his book nook, caring for the strays that came to the tower, just Bob doing Bob things but the way you made him seem ehtreal, like there was no possible way that he could exist in a life so shitty. you made him look at peace, at calm and so normal, you made him with the intention of drawing him as just Bob, not sentry nor void but just bob and only bob.

Bob wondered how long you've been drawing him for to know about the whole feeding the strays thing, but the further he looked into the book, the anwser became clearer, you've always known as there were drawings for when after the void inncident months ago, his hair blonde in some parts but mainly his natural brown nonetheless. you made a man like him look like both a god and yet have the manerisms of a simple man, you made him look as though he held all the light in existance within his very being.

You made him look nothing like who he saw himself as, nothing like the person he despised when looking in the mirror every day, you made him look like someone who was proud and happy to get to be alive and to be the embodiment of something he never really thought of himself as. It made Bob wonder if this is truly how you saw him, seeing as he always second guessed himself and lacking confidence in some aspects of life, so seeing someone like you view him the way you did through an artists standpoint as though you couldn’t stop drawing him no matter what he did, as if you would rather waste every single bit of paper drawing him in his baggy sweater and lounge pants a million times over then ever leave it empty.

You’d rather have a filled sketchbook of him then an empty and devoid of life one, always feeling the need to keep reminding yourself that he existed and he was seeing joy the perfect muse for you, seeing as there were more sketches of him then the rest of the team combined and that was enough to have his cheeks flushed and his heart rate a little elevated. Bob might not see himself the way you do just yet but by god he hopes he does because the way you see him makes him feel beautiful, seen and heard in a multitude of ways.

He had read how people wished they were the muse to an artist as it meant being immortalised by them, to be seen in a light that they never could, and Bob didn’t know he needed the same thing until he saw your drawings of him taking care of Fanny and Houdini when Yelena was off on a mission, putting away dishes, bowls and cutlery, or even when he had found himself fighting sleep with the way you’ve captured him teetering between sleep and staying awake. Bob now understood why being seeing as a muse, seen by an artist was something so heavily desired because now he got to be the muse, he got to have what others always wanted and he genuinely didn’t want you to stop even if his emote body felt like it was on fire but in the best way, the only way he ever wanted.

He felt wanted, he felt needed and most of all he felt loved by every single sketch you’ve drew of him.

He alters thought you didn’t like him like that, at least not that he could tell seeing as you were seemingly always drawing whenever he was near, now he knew that wasn’t true. For even if he was just simply standing there you’d draw him with the light shining his body in a way that he would’ve never taken notice to before, you’d draw him with a halo and angel wings for all he cared and still he’d felt like his heart was somehow getting even faster then before as his hands eagerly flipped to the next sketch of him as the dark thoughts within his head dissipated.

If you saw him like this then you must like him, there’s no other explanation to it, but Bob didn’t want to pressure you into confessing nor did he want to admit that he went through your things without permission, yet he couldn’t help the way the sketchbook called to him into having a nosy, into having a look until he was practically absorbing everything the sketchbook had to offer. Bob had a little book of his own that he wrote things in, whether it’d be his thoughts or how his day went or his general views on the likes of Yelena -whom he saw as a surrogate sister- Ava, John and Alexei. Yet when it came to you Bob could write paragraph after paragraph of words and still feel like it wasn’t enough to describe you and how you made him feel.

So looking at your sketches made him realise there was a common ground between the two of you, both indulgence in the art of expression through different mediums, both having a good chunk of a book dedicated to the other as if you’ll die if you stopped, destined to only ever keep the other on your mind and no body else. Bob didn’t think his writing was all that good, most of it was how he felt during that time so there was scribbles and rushed writing that looked unintelligible, almost as if he was on a time limit but in reality he was unable to properly write down or formulate coherent sentences whenever you were the subject. He couldn’t help it and from the looks of your sketchbook you couldn’t help it either.

So when Bob heard that you were heading back to your room, he was quick to put the sketchbook where he found it and leave as quickly as he could in hopes of preventing you from getting skeptical that someone had rummaged through your room, looking through your things like a lovesick puppy wanting to know if his crush felt the same or not. He would find the strength to tell you one day but it was clear that wasn’t today.

When you got back to your room, you knew something was amiss for your sketchbook looked about as though it was hastily put back in place, like whoever or whatever was in here didn’t want you to know about their escapades.

And not only that but one of your sketches of Bob was taken, the sketch where you had drew him when the light from the massive glass windows hit his back, making him take your breath away upon gazing at him never less looking at him fully.

You knew you would soon find out who did it, because you didn’t know what you’d do if you were to find out that it might’ve been bob, even though you highly didn’t think he’d ever do such a thing as he was respectful and didn’t cross any boundaries much as he didn’t want anyone to cross his. You’ll get your answer soon enough, even if it means interrogating the group to find out who had taken your sketch.

Meanwhile Bob in his room was staring at the aforementioned sketch, holding it to his chest as a weight lifted from his chest, glad to know that the person who he liked liked him just as much back, but he knew you’d knew soon enough and come looking but he wasn’t exactly going to hide. No. He wasn’t going to as he was going to wait until you figured it out that it was indeed him who took the sketch and finally get what he’s been wanting to say off of his chest once and for all.

[squidpedia]

hi im pedia i like uty/utdr did you know bet you didnt know

faq, tag guide, and comics masterpost under the spinning creature

Pronouns?

Any

Drawing program?

Procreate

Socials?

Youtube, Twitter (lurking only at this point), Bluesky, Switch (SW-2670-2211-5056) (thats not a social but crash my splatoon lobbies it would be funny)

Art trades/commissions?

Art trades open to mutuals, commissions not yet open but im aiming to open them in june hopefully!!!!

Boundaries on reposting, dubbing, and pfp’s

Dubs and reposts are ok just credit and let me know please so i can check it out. Send it to my inbox or dm’s or something pleaseeee I’d want to see!!!!! PFP’s also don’t need permission, just include credit somewhere like your bio

I sent you an ask a while ago/tagged you in a post but you never responded

I’M AWFUL AT RESPONDING TO ASKS AND TEND TO MISS A LOT OF NOTIFICATIONS I’M SORRYYYYYY I PROMMY IM JUST TERRIBLE. We have officially reached 200 missed asks :,,,,,) if you tagged me in a post don’t be afraid to rb it and tag me again, sorry for that!

I sent you a dm but didn’t get a responce

I mainly keep my messages open incase of questions/concerns, but otherwise when it comes to just casual chatting in the dm’s I prefer to limit that to my 18+ mutuals. I’ll probably leave you on read otherwise, sorry nothing against you!

I liked x thing you made. Can I make something inspired by it?

YEAH!!!! Flattered and happy I inspired you in that way!! Just 1) credit me and tag if youre posting it on tumblr, I would be so sad if I didn’t see it and would love love love to rb it and 2) if you need me to elaborate on anything then ask any questions and i’d be happy to yap. If it involves any of my fallen human designs just know they all go by they/them and u should be fine

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TAG GUIDE:

#Undertale Heart to Heart -> posts talking about my designs and thoughts regarding my fallen kid OCs. Its mostly lilac sorry. individual kids got their own tags like #aimee hth but I'm not linking them sorry you have to find those yourself

#Happily Ever After and Then Some (HEAaTS?) -> copium everyone lives au idgaf please let me have shameless fun and be extra nice because im probably shaking in my boots sharing any and all headcannons relating to this. based on the events of uty

#Phantom integrity au -> Narrator Integrity basically. its not really “canon” to lilac lore but i like drawing lilac as a ghost so���‍♂️. Ps if you wanna make your own content based off this concept, please go for it. You don’t even have to use lilac, i call it the phantom integrity au and not narra lilac just in case someone wants to yoink the concept for their own integrity. I think that’d be cool

#Kanako Integrity Duo -> kanako and integrity brain conversations. this is more canon to lilac lore actually

#Pedias art -> yuh

#Other peoples art -> you should check them out please 🥺

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UTDR/UTY COMICS MASTERPOST

(uty comics are highlighted in orange)

Clover’s Memories

Hiatus :(

Silence | Memory 1 | Memory 2 | Memory 2.5 | Sound | Memory 3 | Discrepancy | Memory 4 | Static

Clover’s Hat (post revive au)

Part 1 /// Part 2 /// Bonus

Kanako Integrity Duo (really short mini doodle comics)

Reconciliation // Introductions // Ceroba // Chujin

Miscellaneous:

Kris Clover Interaction // Kind Soul // Frisk vs. Clover’s POV // Bedtime // Who’s Your Friend? // Pipe Down // Family Visit // Unwell // Letter // Humor // Gamer // They // Kicked Out // It Keeps Happening // What’s In A Name // i dont think chara berdly and clover should be in a room together (i’ll probably make a cleaner version later) // Banter // Time // Block Out

Fallen Kids: (absolutely no promises i make many of these)

Related Reasons

[doodle-baldi-mania]

HELLO???????

HEY UM HI hii buttercup im sooo willing to see ur alien form PLESAEE like is ur shy bf know ur whole thing ^_^ HIII ily

[prostocupoftea]

Kinitopet Programmers AU

finally i am finished with this one, daaaamn

it is hard to draw pathetic men with midlife crisis when your style is mostly for anime boys

more info and sketch version under the cut!!

sketch version aka how it'll probably look like in comic version 'n some doodles

srry for my writing but i was too laisy to put it as regular text

It is a plot-based au, i already have most of the storybits and like... a vibe-chart (i tried to make a playlist for this au and understood that for different chapters and different characters that'd be a copleatly different music, sooo it's a chart now :) )

i will post a fog-o-wared timeline that im hopefully gonna reveal comic-by comic, but also maybe with just pure writing. Hopefully i can include songs that i chose for them into it but we'll see (:

aaand of course designs can change, hopefully not much but we'll see

Now about au:

Main story:

Story follows non-sentient AI Kinito, his creator Sonny and his beta-tester Victoria (oc)

Being literally the first AI (or RRA in-univere) ever, Kinito does not have any, and i mean, any ai safety features so of course his reponce to a goal phrased as "have user near me and/or interacting with me as much as possible" is digitizing them into his own virtual world while killing them in the process. why wouldn't it be?

So that happened. Like, a lot. And with Sonny and Vic too (at the different time but yeah)

Sonny is like "He kills people. We should turn him off because, you know, killing people is bad."

Vic is like "well, we will die if we do that, and it is not that bad here, we are kinda immortal. We should give him acces to changing his initial instalation code before admin priveleges and acces to social media so we can have everythin we want here. It is not that bad to digitize humanity, yk?" and yes i know it is 90, no social media, but shut up, if they made ai then, then i can make twitter then too

Sonny is like "...no??"

And then they fight about it for million chapters

Also they both can't do anything without agreeing bc they have two parts of that admin access key (the data you use to delete kinito in-game) so they are stuck with eachother (also that's why Kinito can't just kill them)

Little facts that may or may not to be important:

Kinito asks so many questions (and weird once too) and has most of the glitches because he needs to analise your responces to copy your mind perfectly (let's pretend that people wouldn't lie about that...)

Your house in your virtual world is made from important places from your memories and oh boy can i do character explorations with this one

I decided that Sonny and Vic are not related. There were thoughts about making then "The Kinito Brothers" (or, at least, siblings) that were mentioned in commercial, but nah, they are just coworkers now. And a bit of work-friends (bc if you interact a lot as a manager of the project and the best worker might as well be friendly)

Author has no idea how small dying toy companies that accidentally create technological marvel work. Author has some idea how AI-s work. So be prepared to be spoon-fed info abut which ai safety problem we are dealing with in which chapter (:

Kinito will mostly be unrendered (as drawn here) but for some cool moments i might pose him as for my other posts. Also his eye placement changes to the side that is most visible because i want him to be able to look to the right side sometimes--

Also when i say "fucked up mentally" i mean they have that them psychological problems with me projecting heavilly B) (guess on who i project most. trick question. all of them. the whole au is my problems split into three characters and forced to interact B) )

Also sea-creature analogies (that are gonna be mentioned like twice):

Victoria is a flying fish because deep character reasons

Sonny is a pufferfish because i said so

oh also there is 7 deaths in the plot as for now

on 3 characters

good luck figuring out who, how and when ((:

for my own sanity i will probably make little doodles where everything is great and kinito is a good guy and not a number-obsessed maniac (i mean... can u imagine not being able to feel any happiness from anything besides one thing... damn...) and you can differenciate them bc good-guy kinito will have a lot of stickers on him (i will explain it somehow but real reason is just bc it is cute af)

like this but even more stickers (he is unfinished here)

[sins-cheotic-mess]

GUYS I NEED A LITTLE HELP!!!

I WANA MAKE AN ASK BLOG BUT IM NOT SURE WHAT FORMAT TO GO FOR!!

AND IM ALSO NOT SURE HOW TO FORMAT THE RESPONCES BECOUSE I DONT WANT TO DRAW THE ANSWERS EVERY TIME.. IT GETS TIRING SINCE I DONT HAVE MUCH TIME TO WORK WITH... SO.. WAIT LET ME REBLIG THIS WITH ANOTHER POLL

[lgwifey]

Homesick Part 1

“Hello Forks”

human!Fem!reader x platonic!EdwardCullen

summary : Y/n’s dad had been given a new job offer, meaning she had to drag herself half way across the world to a town that shame was positive rained more than London had.

A thin layer of dust sat on the cardboard boxes. They'd only been there for a few days, sitting waiting for their owners to arrive in the once derelict house.

Beside the over-wrapped boxes sat more, newer cardboard boxes of various shapes and sizes.

"See, I told you everything would arrive fine."

The miserable teenager didn't change her facial expression, jumping slightly when her mother made her presence known.

"Worried over nothing y/n. You're gonna give yourself a stroke from all that one day dear."

The sixteen year old just gave a small hum in reply, walking further into the blank canvas of a room as her mother wondered off to explore more of the new house.

She didn't have too much to do, her dad had been there very for the few months before her and her mother to get the house half liveable before they arrived. He hadn't done much, just made sure the workmen had put new flooring were on the three levels and painted all the rooms a soft white base. He was far too busy with his new job to actually do the work himself.

That's why they'd moved over.

4846 miles.

Y/n didn't want to leave London, her exact responce to the proposal being 'are you off your head !?". All her friends were there, all her family. She literally had to pick up her entire life because of this promotion.

After a while of staring off into space, Y/n decided there was no point waiting any more of the day. She was jet lagged and dehydrated but she was determined to get at least her bed put together before the sun started to set, which was luckily quite a while away due to the time changes, something else that she was going to need to get used to.

She wondered back over to the doorway she'd been stood in a moment before, unzipping her carry-on bag to find her phone charger and the American plug adapter she had stashed away. She'd buy a new charger soon but this would work fine for the time being.

It took her a while to find a album she wanted to listen to, she had a bunch of perfect playlists burned but they where all in the cardboard boxes that she wasn't planning on unpacking until tomorrow which left her with too many decision and her iPod, leaving her to just press play on one of Britney's album and start dragging the new cardboard boxes to the middle of the room, using a pair of kitchen scissors her mother had left for her to slice open the packages.

"Y/n !"

The scream from outside her room broke the girl from her furniture k-hole. Her eye-line looking up from the vanity's draws that she'd just finished putting together, twisting to look towards the entrance to the room.

"What !"

“Dinner !"

She gave a small huff, wiping her hands on the black track pants she'd been wearing since the beginning of the 19 hour flight. She was too tired to change them before... and they're comfy.

As she went to stand up from her knelt position, only for her knee to disagree with the action.

She landed with a thump, her attempt to hold onto the wall for support failing.

"Y/n !"

“Yep !"

She stretched her legs out this time before trying to move, wondering down the dramatic staircase before reaching the room she'd heard her parents conversation in.

In the room was a pair of luxury sofas, a three seater with a corner that was in front of the window and a two seater opposite it, against the wall which lead to the half boxed up kitchen. The old wooden coffee table from their London home was sat in between the two, a small smile fell on her chapped lips at the small piece of home. It had been in her great-grandma's house before she passed and she had been worried that it would be one of the prices left in a charity shop or to another family member.

On top of the dark coffee table was a stack of pizza boxes, the only option since the kitchen was still empty other than its shell of an island and cupboards.

"Obviously this is just a treat, since the kitchens still empty."

"Of course."

Y/n slouched down beside her dad, ripping one of the lids off a box and dropping a slice onto the cardboard. Her mother's health freak serious tone was a direct contrast to her father's humorous reply.

“How's everything going Cherry Pie, your mum says you've been up there since you landed."

She looked over, hair thrown into a loose hair claw, a few strands having fallen out jurying her construction process. She finished her mouthful of crust, nodding before her reply could come.

"I've finished the bed frame, vanity and putting my walls up. Could you help me later getting my mattress on ? I tried but it's really heavy."

" 'course I can."

He was met with his daughter's wide smile. He knew this move was difficult for her. Not only because of all the change with her social life and the different continents obvious differences but also because of the schooling differences.

The sixteen year old had fought with her life to get the through the last four years of high school, finally finishing with top grades, only for the different school system to send her back for an extra two years. Luckily they'd been able to get her moved up a year with the academic differences between the English and American school schedules, but the point stood that neither of Y/n’s parents knew if she was going to be able to get through the next ten months with her emotions in tact.

part Two

Masterlist

[slashingdisneypasta]

DMD!Scarecrow (+ Glinda The Good Witch) x Seductress!Fae!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Glinda has you, her favourite spy, attempt to gather intel on the Scarecrow (her other Favourite)... but as it turns out, she doesn't particularly like how well her favourite pets play together. But they endeavour to show her- she doesn't own them.

Warnings: Sexual and dark themes. References to monster fucking (Scarecrow). Unedited.

You left the Scarecrow for last of Dorothy's old friends, per Glinda's request. She said he was crafty, and she suggested you make sure you're truly ready before speaking to him. That all your pretty little thoughts are in order and your pretty little head is straight. After all, even she found him frustrating at times, and it was no secret that she was actually fond of the monster the Scarecrow had become since Dorothy returned. He was a Favourite of Glinda's, in fact- just like you were.

So you assumed him to be tricky, but you didn't anticipate quite how tricky.

For example, you aren't quite sure... how you ended up in his lap.

Or why on earth, you were sitting there and allowing him to tell you about his work. You already knew all of this! Glinda knows about all of this! You want to know about the other stuff- the secret stuff he does when she's not looking at him. Thats what you were assigned to find out, to draw from him with your good looks and some choice words. But he spoke circles around you and made you dizzy, and when he took your hand in his and boldly guided you to take a seat on his lap you just did, stupidly. God, you were supposed to be good at this... you're beautiful, and enchanting, and charming. And you're smart enough to know how to use it. You skills had worked with the Lion and the Tin Man perfectly well after all, the Tin Man is in love with someone else! Why was the Scarecrow so different??

... hmph, you frown (Or pout) when he's not looking. Glinda will not be happy with you (With either of you- but especially you), if you fail... You have to turn this around.

And you know just how to do it. He thinks you're a dumb, silly girl?? You can use that.

"Scare?" You ask gently, melodically, finding a moment when he's not talking, and softly nudging his chin upwards with your pointer finger so he looks at you perched there oh-so-temptingly in his lap. His blue, painted-on eyes look bored for a moment, before the heated look in your eyes registers. Then a slow, wicked smirk spreads across his stitched-on lips. "I know all of this... " You whisper, a mischievous grin tugging at both corners of your pretty, glittery lips. "You know, I know all of this." Fingers gliding down his burlap shoulders to his chest, which is oddly warm, you give a sigh. "... lets just be honest with each other."

"Oh?" This captures his attention, as he straightens up and grins smugly down at you; intrigued. "How honest, little fae?"

"Fully. ... Glinda sent me." You admit to him, getting no responce- because he knew. Of course, he knew. Why wouldn't he? He's the smartest man in all of Oz. Before he can ask any questions, though, you quickly go on; covering your tracks again. "But its not what you think. Or- what you might think. She... she thinks we might get along. You and I. She thinks... "

The Scarecrow's eyes widen, as if his eyebrows that don't exist are shooting up in sincere surprise, and you resist the urge to smirk. Men are too easy. You just need to know... where to cut. And now you do.

"Glinda?? Playing match maker??" Scarecrow blinks, shocked and confused, and you give a dainty shrug.

"I don't blame you for being surprised, if your relationship with her is anything like mine is... " You make your eyes round and meaningful; If she kisses him the way she kisses you. Then sweetly pick a loose strand of hay off his shoulder. "Well. I think she's angling for a group thing... If you know what I mean. We're boring her separately, now, basically."

That snaps Scarecrow out of his baffled reverie, his eyes narrowing. "Boring her??" You can practically see the cogs turning in his saw-dust head; deeply offended and full of spite. How could anyone get tired of him?? He gets bored with everyone else. He is brilliant. As anger builds up in his lanky sack body, his gloved hands tighten on you. "... turn around." He finally mutters, frustration thick in his scratchy voice.

Carefully you turn your body around, wrapping your legs around him and manoeuvring your dress so it doesn't get tangled up. In your head, you hear a sugary yet annoyed voice whisper 'darling... what are you doing??'.

"Did you hear that, too?" Scarecrow asks, and you nod; heat in your eyes that mirrors the burn in his voice. "Good." Then he pulls you by your thighs in closer against his lap, so you're sat spread-out directly atop his bulge. Honestly, you're quite surprised. What's down there!??- "Maybe we're bored of her first, hm?"

... a slow smile spreads across your face at him. He's walking right into your trap; just like you thought. The only problem is that Glinda doesn't sound too happy about it, which is odd.

'... don't sleep with him, Y/N.' She sounds threatening, like she's warning you.

'I'm just looking out for you~... '

'... Hay, everywhere. And I mean everywhere. You don't want that, dear.'

"She seems quite damn insistent that we don't do this, doesn't she?" The Scarecrow says, ripping you from your thoughts and your worries; telling you that she's telling him off, too. He's getting the same thinly veiled, angry messages. His eyes now slip over you and a vulgar smirk spreads across his face- he's not just interested in you out of spite. He wants you. "I think she's being selfish, don't you?"

'This is not what I asked you to do, Y/N. Listen to me- '

"Yes." You whisper, slicing through her presence in your mind and gently dragging your arms over his shoulders; locking them around his neck; drawing your face in so near to his that you smell canvas hay and canvas. Your core is throbbing on top of him, hearing him talk.

Because- to be quite honest, you've grown frustrated by Glinda controlling your whole life. Keeping you for herself while she fucks anyone she wants, does whatever she pleases,.. and it looks like Scarecrow feels similarly; Tired of being manipulated by this glittery witch.

And this.

This seems like the perfect way to get back at her.

Screw your orders, tonight.

When your lips press experimentally against his very rough ones made of paint and embroidery, you feel a terrible flash of anger from Her, but she says nothing else. Before you can pull back again, the Scarecrow kisses you back; parting his lips, and forcing yours open too, and shoving an odd felt tongue into your mouth. Its not entirely pleasant, but not entirely unpleasant. The tongue is warm.

A choked, pleased sound slips out of you when the Scarecrow's gloved hand slips under your dressed and slips against your core, and he pulls away smirking at that pretty noise you made. "Oh... that Bitch has been selfish, indeed."

Wrapping your legs more securely around him and the back of the chair, you cosy yourself up against him. Chest to chest. "Lets teach her a lesson."

"I'm going to make you scream, Y/N. And I hope she hears it."

[tocare-tolove]

"Make sure to send me a letter!"

"Make sure to stay safe!"

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A roleplay and ask blog about a carepad civilian and loveware herself, my favorite card combo and my favorite skin!

My blog is not affiliated with saucefy and his works in any way shape or form, this is just for fun

Interested? More after the cut!

Rules

This blog is very headcanon heavy, please be respectful of that

No nsfw. None at all, you will get blocked. Vaguely suggestive is fine but absolutely nothing too explicit

Don't be weird towards me at all period. I'm an actual human being and also a minor, you will be blocked

Please be patient, if i haven't answered your ask is bc i'm either busy or tired

Also do not resend asks a million times to get me to answer it quicker, i will just block you

No homophobia, transphobia, bigotry, etc of any kind directed towards them or me, you will be blocked

Ragebaiting also gets you blocked, i ain't falling for that

Shipping is aight, just don't over do it or become too preachy, i don't wanna get into shipping wars thank you

Please ask before starting a roleplay!

Responces will sometimes have drawings attached, please do not demand one when answering your question (i would fw a small art request tho....)

Magic anons are not just allowed but encouraged! Send them gifts! Throw stuff at them! Summon creatures! Just don't be weird about it (refer to rule 2)

As the blog goes on i will add more rules if needed

Musing

Loveware:

She/any (heavily prefers she/her but she doesn't care all that much)

Also goes by just love, lovey, or any sort of change to the word love

Has emoticons in her speech

"She talks like this! ^_^"

Carepad:

Any pronouns

Goes by Carey or Patt

A lot of elepsis... She's a very tired guy

"They talk like this...!"

Actions look like this! No asteriks and also in the characters respective color

{Thinking looks like this!} Also would go with a characters respective color

Mun:

[Been a second or two since i called myself that... Hello! I'm the owner of this little thing!]

[You can probably find my acc pretty easily considering the fact i'm one of the only people who post on the DoD tag regularly, so i don't feel the need to tag myself]

It/they

I go by Hperson, but you can just call me H, or mun

[I talk like this!]

Tags

Letter recieved! <3 (Loveware answered)

Did you need care? (Carey answered)

H answers (i answer)

The talker (ooc posts)

Art container (the post contains art)

Rp (roleplaying)

Asks (asks)

In a world where stuff happens (joke/non canon responces)

Anon list:

-gay anon

[jurassicteeth]

Interactions with my dad I need to draw that happened all yesterday but I need to draw it has Egbert and Dad:

- me talking about my boyfriend (who’s basically Dave) several times.

- talking about something that’s animation related nope you’ve been fooled!!!!!!!! i’m talking about my boyfriend again.

- i start ranting about my shitass poopybutt roommate and how he stole my tools.

- i’m back to talking about my boyfriend while i pack shit up. i have a thousand million stuffed animals and he’s responcible for atleast two of them.

> i also do all of this while absolutely not cursing. i do not curse or swear infront of either of my parents i don’t know why it’s just a thing i don’t do. it’s not like they ever told me that i couldn’t swear it’s more like… a respect thing maybe… idk it’s weird.

- anyways i love my boyfriend he’s awesome i keep talking about him (i miss him).

[sophiesophsofia]

Hello Nimona fandom ! I have an importany question to all of you and I'm looking fowards to your responce !

So, I'm making a Nimona sequel fanfic and have some ideas for a plot and new characters (one of them is based on one of mine online besties @xxlunadrawsstuffxx's OC ; I hope you're doing well btw) f.ex Lunaria who is a douther of a king of a united magical tribe/kingdom. Citizens of the tribe/kingdom are shapeshifters that have an ability to change in one animal form (they have to tell their king which form they choose). During first Nimona and Lunaria meeting, Lunaria finds out that Nimona can transform into any form (smth that only royals can do), so her first thought is that her new friend (later gf) might be related to a ruler of a part of the unexisted tribe. So then, Lunaria introduces Nimona to Lupusoro (bc that's the name of her father is). Lupusoro thinks that Lunaria's "theory" might be possible, so he asks his douther to take her somewhere far away and kill her. Lunaria says "ok, fine" (as she was kinda brainwashed by her father that is a main villain). Lunaria tells Nimona, that both of them can start a joerney toghether to find Nims parents. Nims says "yes", even tho she's kinda (surely) insecure. During their trip, they are both discovering each other and fell in love (hehe, lesbian power, bitch !). And yes, Lunie breaks her dad's plan and realises he was manipulting her (becouse of his trauma, but I will talk about more later). In some scene N&L finds out, that the king of the fire tribe is already dead, just like the queen. There is a scene where Lunaria apologies Nimona for that massege and confess her love to her. But then, Lupusoro appeares and breaks everything. But then, he explain his hate on Nimona and her father and tells his and Lunaria's backstory. It turns out that Lupusoro's united tribe/kingdom used to consist of 4 tribes of water, earth, air and fire. The tribes of water and fire were enemies, so in fact it ended up with a war between them. During the war, many citizens from the water tribe died and one of them was a queen herself (I mean, Lupusoro's wife and Lunaria's mother).The ending would be Nimona realasing that her real parents are Bal and Amb, becouse they were the ones that have been giving her parenthood love, that she needs. And also Lunaria and Lupusoro's relationship improvment at some point. That's my currenst idea for a plot.

But anyways, my question is do you have some other ideas for other plots, or some of your theories from Nimona, that you want me to raise in sequel.

Write in coments or reblogs.

(@samuell-art, @mvjerbs, @sir-ballister-boldheart, @sefarlen, @nayasis4040, @hybridalex17, @notaverysmallbirb, @xandriagreat, @little-cereal-draws)

[theguywhodoesntlikemusicals]

[Previous responces]

"Hah!" Paul gasped and laughed at Richie's jibes about him getting old. "Yep, and then you'll be the one looking after me," he smirked, luckily finding his bluntness as funny as he always did. Was Paul worried about becoming an old man? No, he stayed very healthy and he essentially only did things that he wanted to anyway. In the future he would just have a better excuse and people wouldn't think they could drag him to things he didn't want to do anymore. As long as it didn't keep him from relating to his nephews. But by then, maybe Richie, or even himself would have kids at that point...

At the question about cutting his own hair, Paul hesitated slightly. How to put delicately that he thought that was an awful idea. "You... can," he replied, knowing full well that trying to do something crazy with their own hair was something that healthy teens were inclined to do, but knowing also that it probably would go horribly. "But I'd probably stick to letting a barber cut your hair. Even I can't give you any hints with that. You can do anything with it that you like obviously, but I'd make sure that you keep it to someone who has the skills to make it look how you want. You wouldn't want to let me draw one of your masterpieces, would you?"

Paul's smile turned earnest as Richie thanked him for his help and advice. A mix of warmth, care, and bittersweet sadness creased the corners of his eyes, as Paul took one of Richie's hands and squeezed it gently. "You don't need to thank me, Richie, and especially not for 'putting up' with anything. I'm so glad you're here. If there's anything that I could say or do that would make your life better then I'll be happy."

He exhaled, and after a moment's pause to let his emotions settle, he sighed and stood up. "However, I will leave movies up to your expertise. I defer to your judgement Richie. Be right back."

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

— [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]

The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

[volant-endeavor]

I mentioned this flow chart I made for us to use when executive dysfunction is mucking up my plans. I thought I would post it in the case that it's useful to someone lol

Image description below cut

Id: A flowchart, with colour coordinated arrows pointing to lists.

Tldr: 1. Define goal. 2. Define obstacles. 3. Decide to start

1. Define goal splits into 2 branches. The short path is orange, and points to step 3. Decide to start. Arrows that are orange represent the goal to complete task, even if it costs a lot of energy or causes distress. The longer path is yellow, labeled 'path of least resistance',

The yellow arrow points to step #2. Define obstacles. The following are the listed examples, and their proposed sollutions:

- not enough energy.

The least resistance path is to try: rest, minimizing expectations for task, drink water + electrolites, eat, go outside (touch grass, hug trees)

-emotional turbulence or anxiety: seek social support (talk about your feelings), Check in emotionally: journal 3 emotions you feel (and what you want to do in responce) , try a Fear Expectation Probability list, Draw what you feel, Re-evaluate if task is within window of tolerance.

-not enough dopamine. Orange arrow point to 'caffeine/stimulants',

-'wrong guy feeling' Orange arrow points to 'force a switch'

-"not time yet"/Autistic Inertia/PDA, orange arrow points to 'make a deal with the devil'

Underneath 'not enough dopamine', 'wrong guy feeling' and 'not time yet', the yellow path of least resistance instructions are:

-Give In. (aka, prioratize self care). Do the thing you're fighting against. Engaging with a hyperfixation = dopamine boost, completing an enjoyable task = momentum + dopamine boost.

Giving in avoids wasting energy fighting inertia.

*caviat: to still prioratize completing task, set a failsafe. Use a timer, set an episode limit, or create other plans to protect your time.

**caviat: often when it "becomes the right time" the task will no longer feel insurmountable. When the call to action comes, follow it!!

-procrastination -orange arrow points to step 3. Decide to start

3. Decide to start.

-stand up, say "I am starting now"

(Note: if needs are not met, those care tasks come first. This is universal)

-Make a list. Write down goals, objectives, thoughtdump, or sticky note to do list

-Prioratize (based on list u just made. Define what is most important)

-Set Time Constraint + what "complete task" is. (Aka: " i have 5 minutes. I only have to do 3 lines. After 3 lines I can be done if I want to be")

-Start: do the First, or Easiest, or Funnest, or Most Important task. Set a timer for 2 minutes, work on that task for 2 minutes. (On a bad day, 30 seconds)

A blue stickynote attached to paper says: use multitasking to promote regulation, prevent catastophizing or getting critical, + utilize momentum, and the feelings of "getting away with things"

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The whole thing works because of Momentum. Once we start, we are often able to keep going. Once we reach our limit, we can stop, knowing we have done our best.

Hope this helps!

[melowmolly]

hello! I’d like to ask how many years have you been on the art/drawing community? And my second question is.. how much level’s of 3ds you at? For example someone learned how to do 11d art. and right now I’m at 2d drawing skill. Cuz I can’t really draw real affect- not a lot 😄

(Hope you understand what i ment by 3d’s 😃)

that’s all I’d like to ask! Thank you 😊

Hello!! OH MY GOODNESS!! you are the first to ask me anything, 😊

First:

"Joined" the community last year, finally got the courage to upload something.

Drawing, i started in fifth grade (needed the distraction) so it could be said that i've been drawing for a while.😄

Second:

I apolagize i have no clue about the D's 2d 11d thing, at first i thought 3D modeling and traditional 2D but then i lost that train of thought ',:c could you perhaps elaborate??

BTW i made a few silly doodles of my reaction 😂 to your responce, it legit gave me the drawing zoomies (TM) i had to apeace them.

I'll upload it separate. Since is giving me trouble 🤨

Thank you 💖

[1980ssunflower]

first drawing for the first takeover ask is drawn :-]

[box-dwelling]

So a lot of this is from my english langauge a level that had whole modules on accent discrimnation, as well as MLE and its relation to race. These are both like entire fields of study in lingistics so anything i send is going to be very much an introduction but heres some useful places to start.

This is a brilliant anayisis about the historical context of MLE

Also as im cross refernceing I did notice i made an error in only mentioning it jamacian patois roots. It also takes a lot of infulence from a TON of different cultures

Im also going to just link the wiki page because while taking wikipedia with a grain of salt is important, to my knowlege its pretty acurate and its going to be a good jumping off point

Im also drawing inspiration from my own experiences growing up in the english school system. I'm white and MLE isnt my dialect, my knowlege is more from an academic standpoint, but I can vividly remeber other students using features of MLE in their speech and immedietly being reprimanded for it. But you can see that exact attitude regually validated in newpapers. I had to read the article referanced here for my course but it seems to have been taken down but this responce gives an idea of its contents

Heres a link to a forum post to show this is a pretty widely held view of MLE not being sutible in an academic setting

This article is a good place to now talk about accent discrimation as a whole

Here's Eccleston discussing his experiences with accent discrimiation

this is him talking about it directly in relation to doctor who though this again was very much a rumour

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/arts-and-entertainment/wp/2015/04/15/christopher-eccleston-reveals-why-his-stint-on-doctor-who-was-short-lived/

This article references a study that shows 45& of employees in the uk have faced some form of ridicule for their accent in the work place

This is from an organisation working to help fight against accent discrimation and sites a 2006 study claiming 76% of employers admit to discrimating based on accent. They have a lot of citations on the site but admit more research needs to be done

This is another good article

Heres a good article

Tumblr is getting mad at me so im going to put some studies in another reblog

Incase people are curious about my stance on the British accent mocking I genuinely just unfollowed someone who did it constantly. The reason we're actually really sensitive to it is because of stuff that I think feels culturally instinctive to us but isn't clear world wide. But accents are a big thing here. Accent discrimination is a thing. People lose jobs over it. If you want a high profile example that people on here might know, the reason beloved antimonachist Christopher Eccleson left doctor who and refused to have anything to do with it until very very recently was at least rumoured to be about accent discrimination. David Tennant had to hide his naturally Scottish accent when he took over. But it's not just that, it's a deep thing that you can study. Call centre jobs prioritise areas and people with accents considered more friendly, the BBC spent years not featuring any accent but RP (think the accent the royals have). It's a big ass deal. Kids in school are taught not to use dielect features because they're "wrong " and over the country our dielects are being leveled and removed and it does take away a part of local culture.

And then there's the accents that you guys choose to mock and it's a mixture of traditional London cockney (which I don't mind being mocked too much, it's a dick move because it's very working class but not as bad) and MLE or Multi Cultural London English. MLE is a fascinating dielect but the reason it's such a dick move to mock it is that it's our version of AAVE and because of that is often on of the main targets of being ironed out in schools because... Racism. It's not a complete parallel to AAVE, they have different orgins and influences and white people speaking in that dielect is less weird than it would be for a white person to speak in AAVE but it's rooted in Jamaican Patios. So yeah it's a pretty dickish move to mock that especially when you use the excuse of it being ok because of everything britan did during the empire because that the language primarily of immigrants who were victims of it.

Mock the UK all you like, mock our horrific history, our food, our culture in general and I'll absolutely laugh along but when you're mocking British accents you're stepping on a really sensitive area without understanding that history. I doubt if people understood the weight of mocking MLE you'd still do it.

Final note if you do want to mock British accents, the ones to mock without upsetting anyone are the posh ones. They sound way stupider anyway.