#now I can doodle efficiently >:)

[happistar]

i love this thing. the microphone.

[krawdad]

Universal rapidograph ink seems to be working in the brush pen plenty good. There are subtle differences but for how much money it saves I'm willing to call it identical enough.

Mostly getting the refill ink was about giving myself the freedom to just use up however much ink I needed in order to get better at using the brush. Make any marks at all. But I'm finding myself engaging more with trying out different traditional media than I have been with trying out different digital brush settings, for example.

[danganronpadespairtime]

Chapter 3 Progress Report (August 2025)

Hello, it's been a while since I wrote one of these, hasn't it? This is a long update post about the behind-the-scenes of chapter 3 work and other things.

TL;DR: I finished writing the first draft and am working on proofreading.

About the progress

I finished writing the first draft for all of chapter 3, as well as the bonus episodes of chapter 3. I've also written the first draft for some other stories that I would like to release before chapter 3: bonus episodes of chapter 2, an interlude about Teruko's childhood, and an additional thing.

The next steps are to proofread all of these scripts. Please keep in mind that for me, proofreading is also a rather long process. For chapter 2, the time spent on proofreading alone exceeded 6 months. I apologize, it seems like it's rather slow. But also, please keep in mind that the amount of script to proofread is a bit. The combination of everything is several hundred pages. I'm surprised I wrote so much… I'm worried that some of it is too long.

Thoughts about chapter 3

It's very long!

Hopefully not too long!

…Sorry, there's not much else I can say without spoiling anything!

It's longer than chapter 1 and chapter 2, but not longer than both of them combined. That's about as much as I can say right now.

There are no guarantees on this, but I think that this might be the longest chapter in DT, and the rest will be shorter. I think in general, chapter 3 of Fangans are longer… That's just my guess, though.

Future plans

Work on visual assets will begin after proofreading, so once that begins, I'll have more interesting things to show you as previews. Currently, I don't have anything I can show…

I'm changing the program and method with which I use to produce episodes, so I hope that the end result is that I will be able to make them more quickly and efficiently than in the past.

I will definitely do another round of FTEs before chapter 3. Some time in the future, I'll put out a poll asking for what character pairs you would like to see an FTE of. Think about it carefully in advance until then!

I may start thinking about hiring additional staff. I may need art assistance, especially for the Argument Armament, Closing Argument, and Execution, because these things took a lot of time in chapter 2 to make. (It would be nice to have an animation assistant as well, but finding someone like that is probably out of the question…) There is the appearance of additional side/background characters, so additional voice actors may be needed.

Well, there is no guarantee at this point in time for either of these things. Working with people is overwhelming, so I'm unsure about it... It's just something to think about.

Lately, I feel like I want to remake the prologue. The quality is low, and many things have changed since 2020, so I feel like it no longer reflects the rest of the story well. However, I have a lot on my plate right now, so I'm not sure where I'll fit in the time to do such a thing.

Other notes

I would like to post more small content, like illustrations and comics, during this hiatus, but working on chapter 3 is very busy and unfortunately it's hard to find time to work on these things. Still, I do my best to post something every month or every two months. Please continue to keep an eye out for it.

Music videos aren't planned in advance, and they aren't part of a greater plan of the story. There is no such guarantee that every character will get a music video, or that all MVs follow some such theme, or something like that. They are just things I make on a whim because I like a song. You can consider them like doodles I post to social media.

Closing thoughts

It will be a long time until the release of chapter 3 is ready, so I am deeply thankful for your patience at this time. If you have the patience to wait until then, I am grateful. But even if you lose interest in DRDT during this time and move on to something else, that is alright too. As long as my works were able to bring you happiness at some point in your life, then I am grateful nonetheless. Please don't worry about these things.

Even now, I'm really surprised that it seems like there are a lot of people who are into DRDT. I'm very honored! Thank you to everyone who has supported me, and to everyone who will continue to support me. I'll continue to work hard on DRDT!

🩵

[badlydrawnmanic]

doodled some baby ultra beasts (edit: now it’s all of them!)

info below the cut :3

baby nihilego (UB phoresis) is a pure rock type. it doesn’t have access to its adult form’s mind-altering poisons, but it will still try to sit on other creatures’ heads, possibly hoping they will transport them somewhere new as they aren’t very good at the whole “moving efficiently” thing yet, either. it’s more or less just a smaller nihilego, given how baby jellyfish are just smaller versions of their parents

baby buzzwole (UB pest) is a pure bug type. while it has wings, it isn’t very strong yet and can barely fly, though it is incredibly determined when going after prey. it’s more of an annoyance than a threat, and typically has to go after slow moving or sleeping prey to actually get a chance to bite them. it’s based off of a mosquito larvae (albeit with wings) and the red parts on its head resemble overinflated pool floaties

baby pheromosa (UB nymph) is a pure bug type. they lack adult pheromosa’s pheromones, but will follow their parent’s scent trail very closely, learning crucial behaviors through mimicry. despite adult pheromosa’s aloof appearance, they will fiercely protect their young, keeping the curious, exploratory child out of trouble. it’s mostly just a smaller pheromosa, since baby cockroaches also just look like smaller versions of their parents, but the antennae shape is supposed to resemble a bow

baby xurkitree (UB spark) is a pure electric type. they will float on the wind to disperse from their parent, plugging their tails into the ground once they find an adequate spot. they will sometimes be seen linking together, forming long, twinkling strings. they are based off of christmas lights, specifically the spare bulbs, and when they evolve, it’s like a lightbulb bursting

baby celesteela (UB sprout) is a steel/grass type. as seen in the anime, they can be found buried underground in a dormant state awaiting proper growing conditions. once unearthed, they grow at a rapid rate, evolving quickly into celesteela. i didn’t design it, but its design is based off of a bamboo shoot and a swaddled baby

baby kartana (UB cut) is a grass/steel type. while they seem small and harmless, they have a tendency to spin rapidly towards anything that catches their attention, struggling to stop and slicing into it or even getting stuck in walls and trees. sometimes adult kartana can be seen commanding small swarms of them. i struggled with this one, but they’re based off of paper fortune tellers and ninja stars

baby guzzlord (UB hangry) is a dark/dragon type. they will gladly eat anything that is presented to them, remaining jovial and endearing so long as they have something to snack on, but will throw rather destructive tantrums once they get hungry again, letting out terrible, shrieking cries. adult guzzlord often abandon their own young out of annoyance, preferring to pursue their own gluttony alone. their design is mostly just a smaller version of guzzlord, though they vaguely resemble a jack o lantern, and the patterns on their knees resemble band-aids

baby stakataka (UB component) is a pure rock type. it is less of a baby and more like a single piece of the group making up an “adult” stakataka, these pieces very rarely being seen on their own. when crossing paths, adult stakataka won’t redirect their movements, each group sort of passing through each other and swapping pieces in the process, potentially as a way to share their knowledge. researchers disagree on whether it an individual piece would be called a “stako” or a “taka”

baby blacephalon (UB pop) is a fire/ghost type. when hit with a physical attack, the balloon making up its head will expand, stronger attacks causing larger growth. when significantly stressed, it will explode into a shower of confetti meant to stun or distract its attacker, allowing the body to run away, regrowing its head shortly after. i mostly just wanted this design to look weird, but it is loosely based off of those carnival games where you hit a target and it inflates a balloon, those confetti balloons where the confetti mostly sticks to the sides, and those toys that can’t be knocked over

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Characters Headcanon

How the Crew Takes Care of You on Your Period

Captain Curly

Knows your cycle so well that he starts prepping his monthly Captain Curly Period Kit a week before it starts

The kit includes all hygiene products that you need including painkillers, five of your favorite chocolate bars and the best part: candid photos he had secretly taken of you, each with a note underneath

The notes ranged from awful period puns to sweet compliments. This man knows how to keep you happy, physically and emotionally

Whispers comforting words as you sob over a character’s death during movie night

Though once, it was about a cockroach getting pancaked on screen

"Babe, that roach? It’s in a better place now—cockroach heaven. Endless trash buffets, living its best afterlife”

Spoiler: it worked

Checks in on you throughout the day, either with a sweet “How’s my baby feeling?” text or by dropping into the room for a quick chat, always making sure you feel loved and cared for

He understands how hormones can mess up with your mood and always reassures you that he isn't going anywhere

Co-pilot Jimmy

The man has somehow mastered the art of finding all the right spots to massage when you're doubled over with cramps or just feeling downright miserable

What you don’t know is that he once secretly googled “how to massage girlfriend in pain” (in incognito mode cause his ego won't just let him ask outright)

Big mistake. Huge. He was immediately bombarded with nsfw content, all roleplay, mostly rough

Let’s just say it took half a day, several deep breaths, and a burning face before he stumbled onto an actual helpful website

Ever since then, he’s been sneaking off to “practice.” But it got a little weird one day

Every time you passed by, he’d be glued to his phone, staring at it with this weirdly intense look, and his free hand squeezing the air at different angles

“Uh… babe? Are you… hallucinating? Maybe some floating breast action?”

“Huh? Wha—no! Unless you’re jealous of the air now, darling. Should I be worried?”

It all paid off when you let out those godly noises he loved, his hands were massaging with just the right pressure and on the right places

To top it off, he even got an essential oil in your favorite scent

Not without drama, though—apparently, walking into Bath & Body Works fully hooded and masked with shades doesn't scream 'thoughtful boyfriend'. It screams robber

Mechanic Swansea

The man and his craftsman hands will do anything to make you comfortable

Need a hot compress? Heats up grains, puts it in a sackcloth bag and places it in your lower belly

On days when you feel ugly looking in the mirror? Secretly blurs them slightly with shampoo or soap

Cold hands? Wraps yours in his larger ones

The kids being too loud while you're in a damp mood? He'd play tea parties with them (he was crowned the princess of all dragons)

Before sleeping, he always lay the towel down at your side of the bed whenever you're at the bathroom

Even built you a custom wooden cabinet that dispenses pads and tampons efficiently. Always stocked because he secretly checks it regularly

You have to force him to sit or lay down with you when he would be silently stressing out on what more to do

"Swansea, love, you're all I need right now, just stay here with me"

Nurse Anya

The nurse uses her medical and psychological expertise like a pro, making your period feel a lot less miserable

Meds are always your bestfriend whenever your killer cramps hit and she made sure to always carry all kinds of painkillers and have every dosage for each pain scale you're in

Wincing and doubling down? she's quick to ask

"Scale of 1 to 10?"

Even when she’s busy, she finds little ways to remind you you’re not alone like leaving sticky notes with doodles of you or your favorite characters in places where you’ll find them

After noticing how you loved wrapping your feet in blankets, she got you matching fuzzy socks that you now have to wear whenever she’s around (because she’s wearing hers too)

Lovingly strokes your back and hair while you scream at reality show contestants for choosing the dumbest of choices

Very much amused and nods along every time you asked her if you're both witnessing the same stupidity

Intern Daisuke

The boy is sometimes dense but when it comes to you, he sure isn't incompetent

One day, when the bed was way too soft to escape from, you did the only logical thing: text him

"Hey Dai, can you buy me some tampons? forgot to buy some yesterday"

"Be there in 5 babe! (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ"

And he meant it

He gave the pharmacist a heart attack by storming in and loudly asking for a box of tampons

Proceeded to grill them on what brands were most likely to leak so he'd avoid them (no shame whatsoever)

Never arrived empty-handed. Along with the tampons, he’ll pick up a plushie, a cute keychain, a little hair accessory or literally anything he knows that will let him see your pretty smile

He’ll wrap you both up in comforters, flashdrive loaded with all your comfort movies, from romcoms to horror

The mission? Movie marathon until you're both knocked out

Despite shrieking at every jumpscare, he still kisses your forehead between scenes, like you’re the one who needs reassurance (Spoiler: he needed those forehead kisses more)

a/n: thanks so much for reading! headcanon requests are very much appreciated ʕ•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

[heartz4levi]

YOO :D I just stumbled upon ur page and I’ve been scrolling for what feels like foreverrrr. Honestly, ur writing is just so chef’s kiss!! U r totally feeding us with all this alien stage content and the way u write Till has me so hooked 💔 Can I request a lil dry humping scenario with Till? Like, imagine just randomly sitting on his lap while he’s all focused on doodling or whatever to grab his attention :p I’m so feral for this man istg 😭 Take ur time and take u in advance!!

heaven knows it's one hell of a ride !

☆ thinking abt till + dry humping . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . no sub/dom dynamic established imo ,, something sort of cute and domestic turns into whatever freaky shit this is ,, dry humping ,, reader is a big big tease ,, cumming (sort of??) untouched ,, till is humiliated & hard at the same time.

initially, till didn't mind it when you climbed on top of his lap when he was working on a sketch of something.

all he did was shift around a little bit to make more space for you, pressed a silent kiss to your forehead and went on with his sketching.

peace and quiet engulfed the two of you for a while. you sat with your back pressed against till's chest, watching the vision he had conjured up in his mind gradually come to life on one of the many pages in his sketchbook.

but it wouldn't be long before till encountered a roadblock. something just wasn't right, a key component of his piece was missing and yet he couldn't figure out what exactly it is. it left till puzzled, brows tightly knitted together and focused on staring daggers into the piece of paper.

you didn't pipe up, allowing him to figure it out himself.

maybe you should've tried to lend a helping hand. he's been grumbling to himself for minutes now, and if you weren't perched atop his lap, he would have ripped some hair right out of his scalp by now. not to mention, it feels as if he has completely tuned you out.

that won't do.

under the classic guise of shifting into a more comfortable position, you efficiently snap till out of his trance by rolling your hips a little bit too prominently down on his lap. his breath hitches within his throat, but ultimately, he says nothing.

till clears his throat once and then gets back to sketching. you either gave him an idea or he's just adding any detail he can now to distract himself. regardless, after seeing how red his face became, you decide to toy with him just a little bit more.

after a few minutes you shift around again. then again, once a couple more moments pass. then again, pretending to reach over for something on till's desk. then again, when you place it back where it belonged.

the more you prolong this method of torture, the more till can feel his pants tightening. it took him a while, but he's finally starting to wonder whether or not you're doing this on purpose.

you are, evidently so. however a part of till doesn't want to acknowledge that — why would you subject him to such cruel teasing? not to mention, if you're needy, why don't you just tell him? he'll solve your problem for you. one thing he can say for sure, though, and that is the fact that you are restless.

the few moments of respite you leave inbetween each little squirm shortens. and yet you still manage to come up with a new excuse on the spot as to why you're moving around so much, causing till to only feel more confused.

at this point he's white—knuckling the pencil in his hands. till can't bring himself to stop or question you though, because your expression doesn't give anything away. how are you not aware of the things you're doing to him? the things you're making him feel?

little did he know, you're very aware of what it is that you're doing. every move is precise, calculated, carefully executed to push just the right buttons.

perhaps too well done. you're aware of the fact that you're riling till up, but you aren't aware of a certain something until you feel till abruptly place one of his hands on your hip, drawing your movements to a forced halt. you don't even get the chance to turn your head enough to check on till until you feel the wet, sticky patch staining till's pants.

if till's face wasn't red enough before, it's burning hot now. you don't even have to take a proper look at him to tell — his breathing is heavy, ragged and the hand holding onto your hip like a vice is shaking. as a matter of fact, his entire body is shaking. he might as well have cracked the pencil situated in his other hand in half too.

till is humiliated and turned on at the same time. he wants to push you off of his lap, curl up into a little ball and disappear. but at the same time, he can't do anything to get rid of the raging boner he still has in his pants, not to mention the mess he has made of himself and his clothes. partially yours as well.

if till managed to cum in his pants just from you shifting around a little bit, you start to wonder, then what reactions would you coax out of him if he finally got to be inside of you?

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - November 8-14

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1. Agrivoltaics for sustainable food, energy and water management in East Africa

“[… C]ertain crops […] thrived under the partial shade provided by solar panels. The shade also helped to reduce water loss through evaporation, leading to more efficient water usage. Additionally, rainwater harvested from the panels could be used to supplement irrigation needs.”

2. The world’s largest wildlife crossing is now standing in California

“The structure crosses a 10-lane freeway and has been built to help protect all sorts of wildlife[….] And it’s not just for fauna: some 5,000 plants grown from seed collected within a five-mile radius have been nurtured in two specially created nurseries. The bridge will be topped with wildflowers, shrubs and native grasses that will also benefit insect populations.”

3. Judge rules the military must cover gender-affirming surgery for members' dependents

“[Judge] Torresen found that [gender-affirming] surgery is indeed medically necessary and that the Defense Department had not shown that any important governmental interest was advanced by denying the coverage.”

4. Social Media Can Boost Caracal Conservation

“The team found that searches on the species doubled after the project [using “social media to educate about the caracal”] launched. […] ”The research demonstrates how a public interest in urban ecology and the global phenomenon of ‘cats on the internet’… can be harnessed to leverage conservation action.””

5. US Labor Board Bans Captive Audience Meetings to Ensure 'Truly Free' Worker Choice

“[T]he National Labor Relations Board on Wednesday ruled that employers cannot force workers to attend anti-union speeches. [… W]orkers will no longer have to take part in so-called "captive audience meetings," which employers often use as a union-busting tool and a form of coercion.”

6. Study links grazing with plant phenology and abundance

“In general, plants where caribou or muskoxen were present experienced earlier green-up and greater abundance later in the growing season. “We're used to thinking of the timing of plant availability as impacting the productivity of grazing animals, but not the reverse," Post said.”

7. Frog populations once decimated by disease mount a major comeback

“"These results provide a rare example of how reintroduction of resistant individuals can allow the landscape-scale recovery of disease-impacted species, and have broad implications for amphibians and many other taxa that are threatened with extinction by novel pathogens."”

8. California Announces Special Session To Protect Trans People

“Newsom’s directive is clear: safeguard reproductive healthcare, support immigrants, and shield LGBTQ+ people from what is viewed as existential threats to civil rights and democratic norms. […] California has a unique opportunity to set the blueprint for other states in resisting a Trump administration[….]”

9. When ‘OK, Boomer’ Means ‘Let’s Go Protest’

“Youth activists across the country recognize the efforts of their eco-minded predecessors and welcome them as mentors, role models, and collaborators in their battle against the climate crisis. […] “The idea that Boomers don’t care, he said, is “just misinformation.””

10. How Aussie Waste Warriors are Redirecting Excess Food to Those in Need

“A growing movement is working to reduce perfectly good food going to waste by redirecting it to homes and charities. [… C]haritable organisations [… are] transforming fresh produce that would otherwise have gone to waste into millions of cooked, nutritious meals for people in need each year.”

November 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[theclockonthewall]

I'm so sorry, I accidentally deleted the ask, but this was it:

What about Mark Grayson fresh out on the scene, and he bumps into us and quickly develops a crush on our hero that's been keeping a low profile and is unknown to the public.

A/n: thanks for the ask luvie, hope you like this, acc hope you even see this since I delted the ask😭. Once again, greatly appreciate feedback

Word count: 1.4k

Mark Grayson x fem!hero!reader

Part 1 | part 2

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Mark hovers above the wreckage, chest heaving, the last of the villain’s goons groaning on the pavement below. It wasn’t supposed to be that easy—halfway through the fight, someone had stepped in, silent and precise, disabling three of them in under ten seconds. Mark barely caught a glimps—dark suit, sleek mask, big hood, hidden face behind it, no emblem, no words. Now, as the smoke clears, that same figure gives him a nod. “You’re welcome,” they say, voice calm and unreadable. “Bye.” Before Mark can respond, they're gone, vanishing into the shadows like they were never there.

He taps his earpiece. “Uh, Cecil? Who was that?”

A beat of silence. Then Cecil’s dry voice crackles through. “Just someone who prefers to stay off the radar. Don’t worry about it.”

But Mark’s already replaying the moment in his head, heart thudding with more than just adrenaline.

Mark hovers in place for a moment after she vanishes, still staring at the spot where she stood. Something about the way she moved—so confident, so quiet—sticks with him. Not just the efficiency, but the calmness, the presence. He’s fought beside seasoned heroes, but none have left him this… intrigued.

He tries to shake it off. But later that night, lying in bed, the memory sneaks up on him again. That voice. That nod. That disappearing act. He rolls onto his side and groans into his pillow. It’s not a crush, he tells himself. It’s curiosity. He just wants to know who she is. That’s it. Probably.

The next morning at school, he’s halfway through zoning out in math class, chin in hand, when he catches himself doodling a sleek black silhouette in the corner of his notebook. He immediately scribbles it out and flips the page. Totally fine. Totally normal.

At lunch, it’s worse. He’s barely touching his food, spinning his fork and thinking about how easily she handled those goons—how she didn’t want credit, or attention. Just gone. Who does that? Who is she?

He finally blurts it out to Rex after patrol a few days later. They’re both sitting on a rooftop, feet dangling over the edge, eating greasy fries from a corner stand.

“You ever seen someone dressed in black and silver?” Mark asks, chewing slowly. “No emblem, hooded, masked up, barely talks? She helped me on a job a few days ago. Just—appeared, helped, disappeared.”

Rex raises an eyebrow. “Yeah. Once. She helped me with an incident downtown last month. Real ninja vibes. Didn’t say a word. I waved, she nodded, gone.” He tosses a fry in his mouth. “Why?”

Mark sighs. “Same. I can’t stop thinking about it. Like… who is she? Why won’t Cecil tell me anything?”

Rex shrugs. “Ask him again. Or stalk her. You get weird when you're interested in stuff.”

So Mark tries. He asks Cecil. Again.

“Off the radar, Grayson,” Cecil says, not even looking up from his screen. “She works solo. Not interested in teams or fame. Let it go.”

He tries to let it go. Really. But a week passes, and he still finds himself scanning the rooftops during patrol, hoping for a glimpse of black and silver. Nothing.

Until one night, mid-battle, a pipe clangs against the back of his head, and Mark stumbles, gritting his teeth as the villain charges again. His vision blurs for a second—until something darts in from the left.

She’s faster than he remembers. A clean strike to the ribs, a sweep of the leg, and the guy’s down, groaning. Mark blinks as the last few stragglers flee into the shadows, too spooked to keep fighting. Smoke coils around them from a small explosion earlier, and in the orange glow of a broken streetlamp, she looks almost unreal—sharp lines, calm breathing, suit untouched.

He straightens up, brushing dirt off his costume. “Uh… thanks.”

She’s already turning to leave.

“No, wait—!” He floats forward before she can disappear again, hand reaching out instinctively. He catches her wrist, gently.

She pauses, eyes hidden behind her hood, unreadable.

“I just…” Mark’s throat feels weirdly tight. “I never got to say anything last time. I’m, um—Invincible.”

She tilts her head slightly. “I know.”

“Oh.” His hand slips away awkwardly. “Right. That makes sense. You seem like you’d know things.”

There’s a flicker of amusement in her posture—barely noticeable, but there.

He clears his throat, trying not to sound as nervous as he feels. “I was just wondering… if I could know your name? I mean—not your real one. Obviously. Just… what people call you. Or, like, what I can call you.”

She watches him in silence for a moment, then finally says, “Shade.”

“Shade,” he echoes, a little breathless. “Cool name. Mysterious. Kind of suits you.”

Shade glances toward the rooftops. “You should get home. You’re bleeding.”

He looks down. Oh. Right. Blood on his forearm. “Yeah, I—guess I should. Thanks again. Really.”

She nods once, and starts to turn away.

“Wait,” he blurts. “Will I… see you again?”

She smirks behind the mask. “Maybe.”

And then she’s gone.

Mark hovers there alone for a few seconds, heart pounding, cheeks warm beneath his mask, already wondering when “maybe” will turn into “yes.”

A few days later, after another routine patrol, he lands on a rooftop—and Shade is already there, seated on the edge like she’s been waiting.

“Didn’t think I’d actually see you again,” he says, still catching his breath.

“I didn’t come to fight,” she says. “Just wanted to see you, get to know what kind of person you are and all that.”

“Get to know me?” He gestures to himself. “I’m honored.”

Shade shakes her head, amused. "How long have you been here? How did you even know I'd come here?" She shrugs, "Lucky guess..." She looks at him before adding, "Or, I may or may not have been following you the entire time." A low chuckle leaves Mark, already enjoying the little amount of her personality he's been shown.

“So…” Mark rubs the back of his neck. “Can we hang out sometime? Like, not during fights?”

“I don’t like to be seen.”

“That’s fine,” he says quickly. Not wanting to let her go yet, he adds "Since we're in the same line of work, maybe we could do it whitout the masks. You know, face to face, civilian from. That kind of thing.”

She studies him for a long moment, then finally says, “I’ll think about it.”

And with that, she’s gone again—leaving Mark smiling, heart racing, already hoping for next time.

[gingerteafairy]

⋆˚࿔ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Michael Scott

Michael kind of knows what’s going on—he has the internet, after all. The problem? He has no idea how to put that knowledge into practice and ends up making things a bit chaotic. He’ll rush to the store, sending you way too many photos just to make sure he’s getting the right stuff. But he never fails to make you laugh, distracting you from the pain with his terrible, yet oddly endearing, jokes.

"Okay, so listen to this joke… oh man, it’s so wrong, but you’re gonna love it."

Ryan Howard

Ryan has absolutely no clue what he’s doing at first, so he just grabs some random painkillers and hopes for the best. He’s not great at showing affection, so he straight-up asks you what you need. Suddenly, his phone isn’t as important—except when he finds a funny video to show you.

"Do you want water, or is that bad? I heard cold stuff makes it worse or something like that?"

Kelly Kapoor

Your ultimate hype girl and bestie. Kelly goes all out to make you feel better—painting your nails, binge-watching rom-coms, and gossiping with you for hours about whatever obsession you’re currently into. But if she notices you need some quiet time, she’ll try her best to stay silent (with occasional whispers).

"Okay, one last thing before I zip my lips—what’s your opinion on Kylie Jenner right now? I'm sooo excited to hear it."

Pam Beesly

An absolute angel. Pam takes care of every little detail, drawing cute doodles of you to cheer you up. She picks the perfect cozy movies or shows to watch together and makes you hot chocolate if you like it. Expect a full Studio Ghibli marathon and the softest hair strokes until you fall asleep.

"If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

Karen Filippelli

Super practical. She knows exactly what to do and helps right away—no hesitation. Some might mistake her efficiency for indifference, but that’s not the case at all. She’s been through this before, so she gets it. If she notices you're extra clingy, she’ll go the extra mile to make sure you're comfortable.

"You’re so cute when you’re like this. I think work can wait a little."

Dwight Schrute

Shockingly, the most prepared. He knows your cycle better than you do because, of course, he has a detailed calendar tracking it. Dwight is weirdly knowledgeable about medicine, herbs, and natural remedies and takes this situation very seriously.

"Wrap this coat around your waist. Heat acts as a vasodilator and helps with muscle contractions. Make sure to rest and not overuse the fetal position, do variations and stretches. I sent you a list with some."

Jim Halpert

The ultimate sweetheart. He treats you like absolute royalty, checking in with calls and texts if he’s not around. When he is around, he makes sure you’re snuggled up under the softest blankets, watching your favorite comfort movies. If he doesn’t know how to help, he’ll figure it out—whether by asking you or doing his own research.

"Are you comfy? I can switch positions if you want. Oh, and I got your favorite snack."

Luke Cooper

Movie night? Absolutely. And yes, your favorite snacks are included. Luke did some research on periods and thinks he’s now basically an expert—but sometimes he says things that are completely off, like claiming lemon juice can “turn off” the pain receptors in your brain. He tones down the teasing for a bit and just becomes a human-sized heating pad.

"Don’t get used to this. Give it a few days, and I’ll be annoying you again."

[jjwolves]

RAVEN LIKE A WRITING DESK

What: 4 Coral Glasses X Reader Headcanons Where She Shares a House with You

Who: Coral Glasses from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1000 words, ~4 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

Coral Glasses is a bit reluctant to move in with you at first. That's a big leap. For her, every single life decision is like carefully tiptoeing around deep puddles of soda in a desperate effort to keep her pants dry. And now you're asking her to stand next to the road and hope, no, pray, that a taxi doesn't zoom past and drench you both in Sweet Shrimp Energy: Code Pink?! The thought alone has her sweating! "Ah, I'm sorry, but--but! I'd like to, but--the way you're looking at me makes me think that you have a lot of expectations for this. I don't even know if I'm in the right job, let alone housing unit..." The pen that was tucked behind her ear comes loose and falls into her coffee. She sighs, resigned. You didn't want to force her into anything, but before you can rescind the offer in order to honor her comfort, she begins acting like there's no other option. Suddenly, it's a fact of life. "I'm too anxious to be a breadwinner... Huff, I'm not cut out for this at all. I'm not cut out for this life. Ugh... Well, if I'm going to be living with you, I'm going to have to ask... Do you have room for 100 business outfits?" Confused, you ask if she... wants this? She seems kind of put off by the idea. She responds to this with confusing resignation. "You want me to, right? Want me to, eh... live where you live?" You say yes, but only if she wants to(?) "Yeah, I mean... I already packed my stuff, so..." You get the feeling that this is going to be a trend.

She wasn't joking about the 100 business outfits, all of which are identical. The closet belongs to her now, out of necessity if nothing else. Besides the closet, she's slow to warm and integrate into the new living situation. You're over the moon that you get to spend so much time with her, seeing her every morning and every night. Beneath the weird faux resignation and constant analysis paralysis that Coral Glasses suffers, you can see a glimmer of someone who really loves you back and wants this as much as you do. You see it in the awkward, pale hand on your shoulder, and the tasteful outfit she arranges and leaves out for you in the morning. You see it in the fact that your plants stay watered even when you forget to water them, somehow. It's never acknowledged by her, though, because most of the time? Coral Glasses is just doing her best to take up as little space as possible. She keeps her clothes to the closet. She keeps all her papers crammed into a corner on your desk. Her briefcase is left directly next to the front door. Sometimes, you wake up and find that she had migrated from the bed and to the couch overnight. You don't know how to broach this subject with her. All you know is that you feel kind of guilty--it's not like you created these rules or anything, but it's clear that you're going to need to be the one to help her integrate a little. How can you tell a coral reef to grow out further than it already has? And would that be love, or would that be entitled?

You try to draw closer to Coral Glasses in lots of little ways. You put colored bookmarks into her folders to better organize them, doodling little marine creatures on them. The next time she opens the binder, a small, gentle smile graces her lips as she nervously adjusts her glasses. "Oh. Thanks, this is so cu--er, c-convenient. This is really efficient now. So. Thanks." One night, she comes home especially drained and frazzled from work, stumbling through the door with her suitcase in hand, trudging up the stairs like a zombie and collapsing into bed after dropping the case at the foot of it and slinging her suit jacket over a nearby chair. Already in bed yourself, you stir slightly as Coral Glasses unconsciously angles herself awkwardly in order to weakly grasp a hand in two of hers. It's not a normal sleeping pose at all. You don't notice that a miracle happened that night until you wake up to see that your beloved enterpreneur is still in bed with you, and on top of that, she was apparently comfortable enough to slap her suitcase next to the bed and put her clothes wherever was convenient. Also, your hand is really really sweaty. You silently realize that you may be the only person in the world who would be thankful to Runas for a messy room.

It seems like that moment of overwhelming fatigue was what was needed to crack open the oyster's shell, so to speak. After that fateful night, it seems like Coral Glasses is finally growing into your home. Her papers are scattered across your desk at any given moment and rings of coffee are stained onto the covers of any notebooks left unattended in the Business Radius. A business jacket is almost always hanging off of the chair next to your desk. And, yeah, you usually wake up to a soaked bed and clothes, especially if Coral Glasses was cuddling you while you were asleep. You love that girl, but your bed is permanently infused with the smell of seawater mixed with some sort of chemical toner. You joke one morning about it raining in your bedroom. Her coral's pulse slows for a moment. Then, much unlike her, Coral Glasses gives you a smirk which drips with irony. "But you knew what you were getting into." And then she pecks you on the forehead with a very clammy-feeling kiss before heading upstairs to get ready for work. You think you might have created a monster. A really sweaty, nervous monster who laid out an outfit for you overnight identical to hers. You'll pretend to be clueless... But secretly? You're more than OK being twinsies with her. She can never know.

[for-those-who-wait]

Hey I think I asked you about your Detroit become human au before a bit ago but I love the idea so much! I know you’re super busy but if you can I would love to see more about it!

Sorry for asking about it again I’m just really interested in it. 😭🙏

No please don't be sorry I love to talk about it whenever I'm not creatively bankrupt!! I'm just sorry it took so long for me to actually think of new stuff to add

I had some of these doodles already prepared but never really finished them up until I came up with a cute little idea

I didn't think of where to put in Flapjack until I remembered that android animals existed, and then I had a brain blast moment where I realized that Hunter can still talk to Flapjack! They are little android buddies, they can interface and talk and be friends!! I think it would also help to make him feel a bit more comfortable with his identity as an android to be able to have his little buddy to have fun private conversations with. Camila introduces them (maybe he had gotten hurt by a previous owner and she found him and let Gus fix him up) and Hunter is a bit tentative about it at first, but Flapjack is adorable and sweet and quickly wins him over

I just now had the idea that Gus, since he's super into android stuff, would probably be a big resource for software and hardware difficulties. Oh, you fell and your arm is working kinda wonky? Call up Gus, he'll crack you open and take a look. The dude doesn't mind in the least, he freaking LOVES going down mechanical and coding rabbit holes to better understand how androids work. I like to think that if Hunter ever got hurt and chose not to accept help because of body/species dysphoria, Gus would be a really good resource for him to try and feel as normal as possible while he's getting fixed. Gus is his brother and he loves him and they're just good to each other okay? Gus would probably crack some jokes or something to get Hunter's mind off it, or infodump about android organs or something (and Hunter would be begrudgingly interested because they are nerds, and Hunter is interested in androids too underneath all the problems he has with deviancy. Like dude they're robots, what's not to love?)

Also some Gus being so over Hunter's "androids can't feel love" phase featuring Vee and Masha being very adorable and very obviously in love :) Hunter is a very silly stupid man. He will find any way to make literally everyone exempt from the terrible rules Philip fed him, except for himself

I'm trying to think of a potential situation that would parallel Hunter's possession, and I think it would probably be basically the same thing that happens in Connor's deviant path (when he deviates and joins the revolution as an ally) where Amanda (a separate AI in his programming that's basically how CyberLife keeps him in check) takes over Connor's programming last minute to try and put a stop to the revolution.

So my current thought is that Philip is basically using Hunter as a trojan horse. His main programming is to act and believe like he's a normal human but similar to Connor, he's basically a sleeper agent without knowing. I imagine that once Hunter gains access to his software (thanks to Vee and Gus), he starts finding programs and files that are labeled as pretty scary things. He shouldn't have to know the most efficient way to shut an android down or incapacitate a human.

If and when Philip finally goes looking for Hunter and sees the first android he's seen in Gravesfield besides Hunter (aka Vee), he's not going to take that well.

I haven't drawn anything for it but so far I'm thinking that he takes control of Hunter's programming, maybe through some taking advantage of his interfacing system, and locks him in his own head a la Connor and Amanda to sic him after Vee and Flapjack (assuming that Philip's main goal, similar to both canons, is to eradicate deviants). It's likely that his friends will try to apprehend him, Vee or Gus will try (and maybe fail a couple times) to delete the programming while Camila deals with Philip. The guy is old and decrepit and Camila would absolutely whoop his ass with the ease of swatting a fly.

Things will be fine; Vee is all good and they manage to delete whatever programming screwed with Hunter's control, but that kid is going to be HELLA anxious about interfacing again from then on since he's afraid of 1) losing his own control and 2) potentially passing the virus onto someone else. It could go two ways at that point: Hunter could either kill Flapjack since Flapjack is technically a deviant android and therefore a target, or we can be nice and let Flapjack live to help him heal from this brand-new trauma.

So yeah hopefully that sates some curiosity! I'm glad you're interested in it because I honestly really love to think of new stuff whenever my brain decides to work hahaha

[tatiejosie]

I got inspired by @eelpilot posting about alternate Donald from the IGTG game and I had to dust off my design of alternate Donald because the last one was a bit cringe. I kept most of it he's just fat enough now hehe

If Alternate Cecil is ruthless and more of a "ends justify the means" kind of leader, I imagine that Donald would most likely be stripped of the cybernetics that emulate a regular human being for the sake of efficiency.

This Donald doesn't bother to look human or even remotely comforting anymore. He knows that he can die at any moment if Angstrom finds out about A!Cecil going behind his back to try and overthrow him. He can be pieced back, but there are worse options for him with Angstrom in the equation. So he stays as distant and quiet as his usual counterpart is.

quick doodle that i made months ago when alternate Cecil was released

[mygnolia]

get better! | 3. meet my neighbor ig???

SMAU! synopsis -› in which your neighbor and popular twitch streamer park sunghoon breaks his arm, so he switches to vlog style content that matches up with yours! now everyone’s curious why 1) you have a cute boy in your apartment, 2) sunghoon’s not on his grind anymore, and 3) when are you two going to date!?

(2.2K WORDS, cw: food, y/n collects smiskis and sony angels LOLL)

You open the door to see a fist about to rain bruises on your forehead- and Sunghoon doesn’t expect for you to answer so quickly. He immediately retracts his hand, an apology tumbling from his lips as he drops his head in embarrassment. You wave it off, inviting him into your apartment.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” You greet, turning to face him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

Sunghoon stares at the bare walls. “It’s…very new.” He comments, unsure of how to take in the plants in one corner, fluffy rug, half built coffee table, and extensive video editing equipment all ready to go near your balcony.

“What do I get for being the world’s best teacher?” You start. “Will you even let me on your stream?”

He cracks a smile. “Of course. You’ll have your own verified twitch badge and everything, too. What did you need help with, by the way?”

“I need to unpack my wall decorations. You’re tall,” You mention, walking towards another labeled brown box. “You can help me hang up my pictures.” You reach for cardboard with ‘photos’ scribbled over in marker, setting it down in front of Sunghoon. “Those two.” You point, and his eyes follow. “I marked on the wall where they all go.”

Sunghoon at least knows how to keep quiet, working with an efficiency as he refers to the pictures you’ve sent of where you want everything to go. You both move floppy potted plants near couches and decorate them with proper rugs and throw pillows. You realize how much better it is to have a second person, even if he was down an arm. Your living space changes from something plain, and as Sunghoon describes, ‘new,’ into something more personable.

“Help me build this shelf.” You say, and he frowns, looking at his right arm in a cast.

“And How am i supposed to do that?”

His words make you pause, forgetting that Sunghoon can’t just build furniture for you. “Okay. Let’s build it together. Then, I’ll set up my figurines, and I’ll help you film.”

With a nod from the streamer, you make your way towards the box, slowly taking out the pieces as Sunghoon lays them out. He eyes them carefully, making sure they’re in the right piles and opening the plastic.

“Okay, it says….I need..Where’s piece 236?”

He sighs and leans over, reading the instructions properly.

“It says 23 and 6.”

You frown, almost hitting him when you turn around to scowl. “Close enough.”

It continues that way for a while, and you finally finish building the cute shelf, leaning it against the wall and starting to put the figurines on as Sunghoon adds succulents to your kitchen.

“Let’s eat.” You half yell half suggest across the spacious room. “I’m hungry.”

“But we haven’t even filmed anything.”

You grab your keys off the kitchen counter and ignore him. “I’m craving toast.”

He laughs, following you down to the elevator. “You eat like a Victorian child.” Biting your lip, you pretend to be offended.

“And you look like one.” You weakly retort.

You make sure to bring your recording stick and smaller camera, playing with the settings before you record. “Hi guys!” Waving to the camera, you pan it over to Sunghoon, tilting it up for the camera to catch a glimpse of the mysterious figure next to you. “We’re getting lunch!” Across the parking garage, you see the somewhat busy cafe, but as one couple leaves, you usher Sunghoon to take the spot, commenting slightly to the camera.

When done ordering, the food comes in a cute yplace decorated with small animal doodles. As influencers, you’re both aware of the plaster social media life you have to live, taking out our phones and snapping photos that scream ‘date.’

Sunghoon pans the camera over, and the device catches the steam from the thick fluffy bread as he cuts a small piece, showing to the camera before trying it.

You stare at him, waiting for any change in expression.

“It’s really good, ____. Try it.” He nods, agreeing with the 5 star reviews.

“I got my egg a little crispy on the end,” You tell the recording, holding up a piece you cut before eating. Despite the simplicity, the eggs are well cooked and seasoned, and the addition of small vegetables on the side makes for a light meal. It’s not expensive, and in your opinion, it shouldn’t be- it’s literally eggs and toast. After a bit of small talk regarding the menu, you both agree to stop the recording.

Sunghoon speaks up. “I might have to leave early. The groupchat is telling me they want to play League of Legends.”

You falter, confused. “But you can’t even play.” Sunghoon’s heard the line so many times and rolls his eyes, exasperated. “I’ll just sit on stream and cheer them ob, or something.”

While you’re in no place to direct him around, you definitely have the means to judge Sunghoon a little for the things he does. “You work, right? Not just streaming?”

“Of course,” He answers casually, wiping the table and stacking the plates. “I am just another computer science major with an internship.” His tone makes you laugh, and you mirror his actions to make sure your table is clean, before returning the plates and leaving.

Despite inviting a stranger into your home for business talk, you seem to get along despite your rough start online, and he seems to not take anything too personally; a huge relief for you. When back in your apartment, you grab your better camera, making sure it’s properly adjusted to the sunlight that shines through and lights your living space.

After a glance around the room to take in how much work you two did, he speaks up. “What about the shelf, and your figurines?”

“Don’t worry about it. I want the natural lighting in the video.” You refer to how you want to avoid filming late.

Sunghoon leans back, observing not only the brand but also how easily you mess around with the features, keeping a mental note of the model.

“Smile.” You tell him, pointing the camera up to Sunghoon. He flashes a grin, and the corner of your lips turn up as the perfect amount of exposure makes for a great video cover. He raises an eyebrow, and you turn the camera around, showing him how it turned out, and he’s satisfied.

“Cute.” He mumbles.

“You love telling yourself that, huh?” You shake your head, mock disappointment on your features.

“I voice the general public.” He defends, smiling as he watches you get out your laptop and open a word document. “What’s that for?”

“Ideas.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty.”

You patiently watch as he rummages for his phone through his pocket and finding his notes app. Sunghoon’s positive he’s come prepared, practicing a sweet tone in the mirror and styling his hair just right.

He scrolls and scrolls.

It’s empty.

“Plenty?”

“In my head.” Sunghoon plays it off with a sheepish expression, suddenly embarrassed. You laugh at his sudden change in demeanor, continuing to tease him.

“Thanks for all of your help, mister ‘hooniebee.’

“I was trying to come up with video ideas last night, actually! I just fell asleep before I could write it down.”

“And you didn’t remember anything, huh?” You grin at the way he shrinks on your pink couch, quick to jot down some of the lingering thoughts from last night’s brainstorming.

“I’d say we start off with a ‘simple get to know you.’ Sunghoon’s suggestion is the same as yours, and you’re relieved to share the same train of thought.

Your excitement to teach him is infectious, and Sunghoon understands why people like you so much. Even if your stuff is still in some boxes or in the wrong places, you really do live an almost perfect life, and your beaming personality is no different.

“When it comes to vlogging, you learn what people like to hear. For my audience, they love to know about some video schedule updates as I’m doing small tasks, or simple life updates and explanations. If you’re as boring as the internet makes you out to be, then you got to start overexplaining.” He scoffs, crossing his arms the best he can with his cast.

“I’m not boring!” Sunghoon counters, running a hand through his hair and making himself presentable. “Start recording. Your audience will love me.”

You smile, clicking record without letting him know. “You sure?”

He nods. “Pickles Fan Club will become my fans. Promise.”

You turn to the camera, flashing a bright smile.

“Thinking and thinking about… Hi everyone! It’s ___ and you’re here rent free!” Your introduction is cute, and Sunghoon realizes that when you pause, it’s his turn to introduce himself, and he panics.

“Buzz Buzz.” He hurries, a wave of embarrassment crashing over him. You laugh, motioning at the camera to cut this part out through your quiet laughter.

“That’s not bad at all!” You promise, turning to him. Sunghoon gives you a blank stare, and your optimistic look fades just a bit. “You just can’t sound like you hate saying it.” You advise. “Buzz Buzz…what you do call your fans?”

He pauses, heat rushing to his face. He glances up, noticing the way you raise your eyebrow as you wait.

“Bae-bees.”

A grin spreads across your face, and you can’t help but find amusement in the situation. “Bae-bees??”

Sunghoon rubs his face with his one hand, waving you off. “They like it.” He promises weakly. “You named your fans after your cat.”

“So be it.” You conclude, turning to the still recording camera. “Say it.”

He shakes his head, letting out a quiet groan of disapproval before sucking in a breath, flashing a bright smile at the camera, and you anxiously watch. “Buzzin’ over here is your favorite Hooniebee! Hi guys!” He offers a little wave, and looks at you for approval.

Your satisfaction is plastered all over your starry smile. “That was really good.” You praise, and Sunghoon smiles, suddenly feeling bashful.

You turn the camera back, and start talking about what you two plan to talk about in your video. You introduce the mysterious boy as your broken armed neighbor, and you two laugh about how you met, listening as he teases you and reads direct quotes of texts from his phone. You two have natural chemistry in front of the camera, and whether that’s from your personalities or your ability to perform in front of a camera, you’re not sure.

You continue to ask questions about him, almost like a podcast as you two exchange witty banter and comments. You talk about his college life, he shares some drunken interactions, and talks about how much he appreciates his fans for sticking along. You think it’s all very sweet, the way he talks about his ‘bae-bees’ with so much adoration. You chime in, agreeing with Sunghoon’s thankful comments.

“I think that’ll be enough for the getting to know you part! We should do a quick apartment tour.” You pick up the camera, adjusting any hair and making a face before panning it over to Sunghoon, who just waves. His still slightly awkward demeanor can’t be helped, but it makes him all the more swoon-worthy to everyone who sees him.

You ramble about what you’ve started to put together, reminiscing to your long time fans about certain pieces of memorabilia that you had to let go. Sunghoon follows you around and adds a bit of commentary, even if it’s only to make jokes or make fun of you for not being able to build an ikea shelf around him.

The video ends when your half finished apartment has been toured, and you cut the recording after some cheerful waves to the camera.

“How do you think?” Sunghoon looks over at you when you ask for his input, nodding.

“I think it went pretty well. Pretty natural, or at least I hope. I’m not too boring, am I?” Sunghoon rubs at his neck sheepishly, and it takes a refusal from you for him to look up.

Offering him a nod of a approval, you say, “You did great, everyone will love it.”

Finally looking over the recording, you realize you might have to raise Amber’s pay, for how much footage there is.

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[cutielights]

Tw: none

Rise! Boys x Spider Person! S/O

Leo

Incredibly whipped

He’s in love

You can stick to walls? That’s awesome. Bring him with you.

Brings you on patrols and such

Absolutely adores your spider suit

Spider senses? Extremely useful, but not around Leo

He’s getting into trouble so much that they constantly go off

Constantly makes spider jokes

He is genuinely thoroughly relieved that you don’t have eight legs, sticking to the average

Spiders have no bones, but humans do. The compromise? Extreme flexibility. Low-key freaked him out a bit

Raph

Likes your webs and combat style. Not so much the fact that they stick to him even if he barely touched it

Spiders can lift up to fifty times their body weight

You can lift him no problem

He found this out when you caught him after he got thrown by an unnamed villan

“Okay, I’m not freaking out. But, how are you holding me right now?”

He likes the feeling, not many people can lift him

Listen, he loves that you can take a few hits, move around NYC speedily and efficiently

But for the love of god- Stop. Scaling. Buildings.

He knows you can stick to walls. But he has a heart attack every time.

He’s found himself incredibly fond of your spider sense, taking a certain amount of stress off of him, even if it’s just a little

Donnie

Fascinated by you, every time you use your powers you can see him furiously taking notes out of the corner of your eye

You slept off a spider bite instead of going to the doctor?”

“Yes?”

“You’re incredibly lucky to be alive.”

“C’mon aren’t you over reacting?”

“IT WAS RADIOACTIVE HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT?”

“It was like a year ago, chill.”

Runs consensual tests on you

Estimates what type of spider bit you

Tied between the need for knowledge, the fear of spiders, the love of his partner

Refuses to touch your webs, and he’s not sorry, not even if they happen to be purple

Mikey

Likes that you can stick your feet onto skateboards

Makes it ten times easier for you

Gets you to sling him into high places to do graffiti

Spider-Man kisses?

SPIDER-MAN KISSES!

Gets you to stick to the ceiling so you can jumpscare Donnie

Helps you with different suit designs, sure he’s more on the pallet side of things, but it’s still fun!

Asks if you have dietary restrictions, and therefore cannot eat pizza

You reminded him that you just have spider powers and not spider insides

Doodles spiders on your arms, in relatively the same places his own spots are, so you can match!

I wrote this in one sitting, easiest I’ve done in a while <3

[thunder-opossum]

Hehehe so I decided to do a fun little crossover and make a scug based on The Long Quiet from Slay The Princess.

So I can doodle multiple blorbos at once now!

This was an early purposed organism, emubued with several echoes (the voices) he's ment to ki d of help solve how to die efficiently and not turn into an echoe. And when his job was obsolete, he was left to wonder the world. He is an echo, he exists permanently.

He has two marks of communication so he is able to communicate two ways! Telepathically ofc, that's why he's called the Quiet.

[fishhawish]

Fluff into Angst. Miss Bloomie dealing with a Student who's been there a year or two.

Rahh my favorite personn X3

I make this extra special just for you 🤍🤍🤍

Sorry it's short btw :((

Tw: Violence and Murder

Guys I actually proofread this for spelling errors believe it or not Fuck You Autocorrect

Tenebrous

(Platonic btw)

Miss Bloomie x Student reader

You ran down the hallway as quickly as you could, the bleeding gash in your ankle not aiding your escape. But this time was different. Typically Miss Bloomie chased her failing students at full speed with no mercy. But you could tell she was trying her best to act as if she wanted to kill you. You knew too well that she was on purposely letting you escape.

Unfortunately the issue is if the other teachers notice you, it'd be over for you. Even if you're not failing the other teacher's classes, Miss Circle and Miss Thavel would still join in just for fun. And as you can guess, they've definitely noticed. They cornered you, Bloomie facing the investible situation in which she'd have to murder you now

The memories of You, her favorite student for the past years replaying in her mind. Times of when you'd give her little doodles of her and you'd always tell her how much you enjoyed her class. Her heart aching every second that went by. She thought about how you'd come into her class for lunch just to help her. Even leaving your other classes to join her's.

Miss Bloomie had loved you as if her own child. It really tore her apart, you'd usually get a perfect score on every test. She didn't know what happened this time. But Miss Bloomie isn't one to cheat grades, so she has to punish you now.

She was now standing in front of you, raising her box cutter arm ready to strike you. She had thought about the little gifts you'd present to her, wether it was Christmas, or Mother's Day, or Teacher's appreciation week, she'd keep all those little gifts on her desk. Even pictures of you two together, giving off family like memories.

Miss Bloomie slowly thought of the quickest and most efficient way to kill you, she didn't want you to suffer or feel pain. She really had wished this was any other student and not you. Miss Bloomie doesn't have a family of her own, so the comfort you gave her is to be surley missed.

The minutes felt like hours as she stood looking down on you, her box cutter quickly darting at you to swiftly end you. Blood splattered across the hallway. The hallway is tenebrous, filled with an uncomfortable and asphyxiating aura. She looks down as solemn as can be. The other teachers snickering before leaving.

Bloomie looks at your body in the ground, she was never one to cry. And even now she isn't crying, but she truly wants to cry. She gently sits down next to your body, spending one last school day with you. Even if you're not breathing.