#old art⁉️‼️

[enterrepoman]

what if the ring was a yandere dating sim girl

[hagajosuuahva]

Local Lesbian clown torments old lady and makes her emo‼️⁉️

I’ve been seeing so much more yuri art of them lately and it makes my day 🙏

Also finally landed a cookie artstyle I’m happy with

Its hard to make fem Smilk because default Smilk is already dazzling but I tried

[cheriecelestial]

Jacob Black's Self Saving System Pt.1

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ crack.swearing.not proofread

synopsis *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Jason, a self-proclaimed no. 1 Stephenie Meyer hater, finds himself unexpectedly transmigrated into the very novel he disdained. Following this ironic twist of fate, he is now tasked with the challenge of creating a better version of the story himself.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Inspired from @duckysprouts ’s series. It’s so good ⁉️‼️. If you haven’t seen it already, PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT. Like finally svsss content that isn’t shizun sphinx cats or binghe skin creature abomination. Art and concept so fresh it made my heart cry with joy and pulled me out of my three-month long writing slump. So, I humbly present this as an offering to our lord and savior, Ducky. Comment, Reblog and Like (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Pt 2

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer was a modern classic in its renaissance era with a large cult that loved to hate it. Set in a place with relentless rain, mist shrouded forest and an ethereal light piercing the gloom — the light being the one of only Edward Cullen. Though the statement is subject to fan bias — he was a man, rather sparkly vampire, who somehow managed to be both irresistible and perpetually constipated. 

Nonetheless, his charms never overshadowed the stellar performance of our female lead, Isabella Marie Swan— better known as Bella — a teenager who gained worldwide fame for having a personality less vibrant than a wet cabbage. Together, they navigated the perilous world of teenage angst, vampire baseball, millenia old racist italian politicians and werewolves with a curious t-shirt allergy, all in an impressively monotone palette.

It was a heartwarming tale that began with awkward stares, cryptic yet nauseatingly clichéd conversations and Bella’s inexplicable attraction to danger, making the romance as thrilling as it was perplexing. Meanwhile, the supporting cast of her high school friends, each with their own irrelevant quirks and subplots, served as convenient plot devices — appearing and disappearing at the whim of the author.

And as if her love life wasn’t tumultuous enough, Bella befriended Jacob Black. A werewolf who, unsurprisingly, hated all things vampire and Edward Cullen in particular. Between Edward’s brooding, Jacob’s abs and Bella’s classic damsel-in-distress antics that made poor Elena Gilbert seem unremarkable by comparison — the story unfolded with the subtlety of a glitter bomb and reached unprecedented heights of melodrama. Something that helped the tale become a global phenomenon, demonstrating that improbable love stories can indeed shine in their own sparkly “skin-of-a-killer” fashion.

“This has to be the worst piece of literature I’ve ever read in my life.” Those were strong words from a man who spent years and at least six hundred dollars collecting softbacks and hardbacks in every special and limited edition the series offered. Jason Black was an anti-fan who lived to scoff at the literary mediocrities of authors who, after taking one look at their drafts, believed they deserved to be released into the world as actual literature. Such people, often inspired by similar works, spawned their own deranged narratives, subsequently contaminating the sanctity of literature. 

In layman’s terms, Jason was a fervent hater of the highest order. He had a long list of things he despised about the series, yet curiously, re-watching the movies and re-reading the books always found its way to the top of his to-do list every other weekend. But do not get him wrong, not once did he say anything in favour of the series. Jason simply considered it one of those brain-rotting pieces that needed to be experienced to truly appreciate the beauty of classics like Emily Brontë and Jane Austen.

_username_1 : Bruh stfu. You’re probably an unemployed loner with nothing better to do in life than to be a keyboard warrior.  

_username_2 : then idk buddy don’t read it ? It’s not that hard. 

Jason huffed at the screen crossily, his fingers dancing over the keyboard unsure of what to type next. With a sigh, he stretched his arms as if preparing for battle. And a battle it was — being an anti-fan required more dedication, practice and patience than being a regular fan. What he didn’t realize was that he had knocked a water bottle off the table onto the frayed cord of his PC.

He couldn't fathom why people defended it as if their lives depended on it. If he ever met Stephenie Meyer, Jason would have a long talk with her about the plot—or rather, the lack thereof. With the number of plot holes in the books, they could qualify as swiss cheese. The inconsistencies were glaring: if sunlight made them sparkle, wouldn't they still sparkle during the day, just less brilliantly ? How did Jasper and Alice not overhear the phone call despite having super-hearing ? Why did Jasper go ballistic over a papercut when he attended a school where students would get paper cuts and scrapes all the time ? Why were vampires and werewolves the only species to exist ? And why was Bella, or more specifically her blood, so exceptional ? Did she perhaps descend from a line of flavourful blood havers or was it due to her mother's partial albinism ?

Was she special because she was the female lead, or was she the female lead because she was special ? There were so many unanswered questions and half-assed excuses for the events in the story that most explanations came from clever fans trying to make sense of things the author clearly put no effort into planning or thinking through. These questions had plagued him since he first read the series, and the lack of satisfying answers only fueled his irritation. So much so that Jason was embarrassed for the author. Regardless, he didn’t like the direction this conversation was going so he did what any intelligent person would do, i.e., spew hate comments and log off. 

edward_my_bbg : Dumbfuck novel, Dumbfuck author 

And as if on cue, a new notification popped up, dragging him back into the fray. It was another comment, this time mocking his apparent obsession with the series he claimed to hate. Jason’s face flushed with irritation as he furiously typed a retort, but before he could hit send, his screen flickered and went black. 

He looked down and realized the water bottle he had knocked over had short-circuited his PC. With a groan, Jason leaned back in his chair, staring at the dark screen. It seemed the universe had decided to give him a break from his self-imposed battle. His hand fumbled in the dark for the plug only to feel water on the surface. The sharp pain and crackle of electricity were the last things he knew before he plunged headfirst into endless darkness.

[Activation Code:「Dumbfuck Author, Dumbfuck Novel」 ]

[System activated] 

[Pairing command successful]

“What system ?” Jason asked out loud into the void even though he knew that it was most likely a figment of his imagination. He hadn’t expected to receive a reply however he did receive one much to his surprise. 

[Welcome to the system. During the opening of the 「you can you up」system currently in its development phase, we wish to provide you with the best experience. It is our sincere hope that during the process, you will achieve what you have stated: to transform a piece of stupid writing in accordance with your wishes into a high-end, expansive, and classic work. We wish you happiness.]

Jason blinked, trying to make sense of the message. He glanced around the dim room, half-expecting to see some kind of holographic interface or futuristic display but there was nothing. Just the voice in his head and the darkness. “What the hell is this ?” he muttered, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.

[You have been selected to participate in the beta phase of the 「you can you up」 system. Your task is to improve the story you despise, turning it into a masterpiece. All resources and guidance will be provided to you. Do you accept this challenge ?]

Jason hesitated, the situation seemed absurd, yet a part of him was intrigued. As he sat in silence, a thought occurred to him—what if he could actually fix all the plot holes that drove him up a wall ? Maybe this was his chance to prove he could do better. But then, the possibility of all of this being real seemed too slim. How did he get here ? What happened to him after the electric shock? Was he dying, or was he already dead ? "And if I don't accept ?" he asked, uncertainty and fear bleeding into his voice despite his attempt at maintaining his composure. The system responded quickly in the same mechanical tone as before.

[Your connection between your former body and soul was severed before the initiation of the program. If you choose not to accept, you will be returned to your previous reality with no changes made. This opportunity is unique and will not be offered again.]

“Severed from my body ? Wait— doesn’t that mean I’ll die if I don’t accept ?” Jason's question hung in the air, met with nothing but silence from the system. The lack of response only confirmed his fear.

The system's silence was deafening, seemingly pressing him to make a decision. Realizing he had little choice, Jason took a deep breath. “Fine, I accept,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. How bad could it possibly be ? 

[Command acknowledged. Initializing story rewrite mode.]

The void around him began to shift and wrap. Till now he felt as though he was floating with no sensation except the system’s sound. His reality dissolved into swirling colours and Jason felt himself being pulled into a vortex. When the chaos settled, he heard a man’s voice call out to him. Unlike the clinical tone of system, this voice felt comforting and personal. He could feel tender warmth run through him however he couldn’t quite figure out what the voice was saying. 

“Son ? Can you hear me ?” 

“Dad ?” Jason murmured involuntarily, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. The gravel in the voice reminded him of the joys of his childhood when his dad was still — wait a second. Who the hell is that ?

His eyes struggled to focus as his eyelids fluttered a few times. Eventually, he was able to make out his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the ceiling. Unlike the damp ceiling of his old apartment with its peeling plaster and harsh lighting, this one had old glow-in-the-dark moon and star stickers. It wasn’t familiar, but it seemed oddly comforting, like he had known it all his life. He slowly turned his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a wheelchair beside him with concern clouding his face. The man's russet complexion was lined with wrinkles yet his hair was long and lustrous.

“Where am I ?” 

“You’re at home. You’ve been asleep for so long, it’s alright if you’re confused. Take your time son.” The man he called ‘dad’ answered sincerely.

Jason’s mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. The familiarity of the room and the comforting presence of the man didn’t align with the reality he remembered. In that moment, everything came back to him—his death, the void, the system, everything. Jason went into what could only be described as psychological shock. His brain went on autopilot.

The man reached out to grab Jason’s hand, but Jason flinched and pulled away. Slivers of hurt flashed in the old man’s eyes as he slowly withdrew his hand. Jason hadn’t meant to react so harshly, but the information dump combined with the influx of sensory input, he was simply too overwhelmed to cope.

“I-I think i need some space. Do you mind ?” Jason spoke each word carefully, then added, “...dad,” feeling strangely guilty for hurting his feelings. The old man nodded slowly and wheeled himself out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Jason jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. "Who the FUCK is this?"

Staring back at him was a boy, fifteen or sixteen, with the same russet skin as the old man and glossy black hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. Recognizing the features, Jason knew this could only be one person.

 [System activation successful ! Binding your role as : Jacob Black]

[System : Booting Up]

Jason, now Jacob Black, stared at his reflection in disbelief. The reality of his situation hit him like a shit ton of bricks. He brought his fist to his mouth and sobbed into it, and here he thought college was devastating. “But I’m Team Edward,” he choked out between sobs. “That’s so fucked up.”

[Thank you for initiating the execution of the system. You are not bound with the account ‘Jacob Black’. All resources and guidance will be provided to you in due time. Initial B points : 100]

Jason—Jacob—felt a rush of confusion and frustration. “Now what the hell are B points ?!” he yelled, his voice reverberating off the walls of the unfamiliar room. The loudness of his own voice startled him, making him realize just how different everything felt in this new body.

[As the plot progresses, a number of opportunities to gain more points will be available. Please make sure your B points are not lower than 0. Otherwise, the system will automatically impose penalties.]

He stumbled back from the mirror, running a hand through his hair, which was definitely longer and thicker than he remembered. He could feel the strength in his limbs, the vitality of youth coursing through him. Yet, despite the physical vigor, his mind was in turmoil. He had transmigrated into the very novel he hated; the universe always seemed to have a field day when it came to ruining his life. Jacob looked around the room that was littered with the relics of a life he had to now live — a cozy bed with rumpled sheets, a desk cluttered with schoolbooks and posters of motorcycles, bands and scenic landscapes on the walls.

“Um, so is Bella here ?” Jacob asked, scarfing down the bacon his dad made for him. Despite stressing over the role he was supposed to play in the story, he quickly adapted to his new life. He had a family, a house to live in, no worries about finding employment, no bills or taxes, a social life—or at least he assumed he had one—and, most importantly, no backaches. In hindsight, this might not be all that bad.

“Oh, you remember that ? Charlie said she’s arriving in a couple of days,” his dad, Billy, replied. Jacob felt a strange mix of anticipation and relief. Unlike most unfortunate transmigratees, he had no death flags to worry about, so he could sit back and watch Bella and Edward fall in love without “Jacob” interrupting them. Maybe he could even make things easier for Bella by acting like the perfect wingman. Who cared about making a better story anyway ? And once he had seen his OTP together, he could take his ticket out of town after the wedding and never return so that he could avoid the whole Renesmee business because some fates are worse than death.

[WARNING: Your plan is extremely dangerous and constitutes a violation. Please do not attempt it, or the system will impose strict penalties.]

Jacob choked on his water as the sudden warning window popped up in front of him. For a moment, he was so immersed in the domestic comfort of his new life that he almost forgot about the cursed system. His father looked at him with concern.

“Water went down the wrong pipe, that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” Jacob said awkwardly, trying to reassure his father. So you can read minds now ? He internally taunted the system.

[It is a feature designed to ensure maximum support for the user.]

“That’s bullshit. Also, what do you mean by violation ?” Jacob asked. Does this system really have no respect for privacy ? If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was some kind of Zuckerberg’s meta gimmick.

[You are currently at the beginning stage. OOC function freeze is activated. You must complete the beginning stage before any functions can be unlocked. If you perform any actions against the original ‘Jacob Black’ role before the functions are unfrozen, a certain number of B points will be deducted.]

Given his extensive time spent on the internet, Jacob was well aware of what OOC meant, and he knew it wasn’t a good sign. OOC stood for Out Of Character, referring to actions taken by a role that deviated from how the character was originally written.

“FUCK OFF. I’m an adult. I already finished my degree and Bella is like, a baby. And you can forget the whole Renesmee shit too. Bella belongs with Edward and and I have no intention of pursuing either her or her future daughter. So back off, you creep of a system.”

[WARNING: The system is issuing another alert. If your B points fall below 0, you will incur a penalty, which involves being automatically transported back to your original world.]

“You know, threatening me with death is really getting old,” Jacob stared at the warning message with his anger mounting. It felt like the system was encroaching on every aspect of his new life, imposing rules and restrictions without offering any clarity or real support.

He took a deep breath, trying to push past his irritation. There was no point in arguing with an automated system, especially one that clearly had its own agenda. Jacob decided to focus on what he could control. He needed to immerse himself in his role as Jacob Black and complete the introductory stage without attracting undue attention. The system’s warnings might be annoying, but he couldn’t let them derail his efforts to adapt to his new life.

As he finished his breakfast, Jacob glanced around the house. It was warm and welcoming, albeit a little messy, which was understandable. He and his dad were the only ones living there and according to his dad, he had been inexplicably unconscious for almost a week. Keeping the house tidy wasn't exactly a priority for a man worried sick about his son.

“Thanks for breakfast… Dad,” Jacob said, still not used to the idea of having a father again. There was the whole issue of stealing the real “Jacob” ’s life, dealing with imposter syndrome, and the guilt of replacing the memory of his own father by calling this old man his dad. But that was an existential crisis he chose not to mull over at the moment, especially on the precipice of the story's start. Call him selfish, but he preferred to focus on his blessings.

“I’ll go take a walk. I’ve been asleep for a while, so I need to… uh, stretch my legs,” Jacob said awkwardly, hoping Billy wouldn’t notice anything strange about his behavior.

“Sure thing, son. Also grab some red meat from the store for dinner. A growing kid like you needs that protein. And buy yourself something nice with the leftover money,” Billy replied, taking out his wallet and handing him some cash.

Jacob stared at the man in awe. As a kid who had bounced around the foster system after his dad died, he was used to being scorned and neglected. This might be part of the reason why he had become a social recluse, spending his time bashing bad literature and authors online. To him, Billy Black was the closest thing he had ever seen to an angel.

Jacob took the money, still feeling a bit dazed. “Thanks, Dad,” he managed to say, pocketing the cash. The air filling his lungs was much fresher than the pollution-riddled air of the city he used to live in. Nature seemed a lot nicer than he remembered. So, here's a lesson for the kids—don’t wait until you die and get transmigrated into a novel you hate to understand the importance of getting outside and appreciating nature. In short, go touch some fucking grass before it’s too late.

Almost as if by instinct he found himself at La Push beach. He wandered through the familiar yet new surroundings, trying to piece together his plan. If he was going to be stuck in this world, he might as well make the best of it. He thought about the story and mentally reviewed his plan. He would stay under the radar, be friendly but unobtrusive and focus on blending in with the locals. If he played his cards right, he might just manage to navigate this strange new life without getting points deducted by the system’s restrictions.

After strolling along the shore for a while, Jacob found a rock to sit on and watch the ocean. It was a stark contrast to the urban jungle he was accustomed to, this place was serene and almost idyllic.

“Ayo, is that Jacob ? Hey, Jake !” he heard someone call out. A moment later, a boy close to his age ran up to him, followed by one more. “Um, hey guys. How’s it... going ?” Socializing wasn’t one of Jacob’s strong suits; in fact, it was the exact opposite of the skill he had meticulously avoided developing over the years.

“Man, the whole crew was freaking out about you. You were out cold for a week and for no reason !” One thing Jacob appreciated about the system was the introduction tags above each character’s head. The boy speaking was named Quil, his cousin from the Quileute tribe. He knew these interactions were unavoidable, given their significance to his new role in the plot.

“Well, I got better ?” Jacob attempted a witty quip but cringed at how poorly it landed. To his surprise, the two boys just laughed. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Stop by Sam’s sometime; he’s been asking about you,” Embry said, giving Jacob a friendly slap on the shoulder.

“Wait Sam ? Right of course. Duh. Sam’s place. Got it.” Jacob replied, blinking in confusion for a moment. Sam Uley was the Alpha—or at least the to-be Alpha—of the pack Jacob was supposed to join during New Moon.

[Mild OOC warning]

“Ay man, you feeling okay ?” Embry asked again, noticing Jacob’s hesitation. Jacob froze, Embry Call was the real Jacob’s best friend and if he figured out that Jason wasn’t really Jacob, it would spell massive trouble for him.

Jacob forced a smile. “Uh, yeah. I just—” He quickly tried to think of something. What would Jacob Black say in this situation ? What does he do to feel better ? He racked his brain for answers, knowing he needed to play the part convincingly, at least till he found a way to unfreeze the OOC function.

Go bother Bella ? a small voice suggested. Bella’s not here yet dumbass, another voice countered sharply. After years of social isolation, Jason’s inner dialogue had evolved to the point where he could have entire discussions with himself. No, he wasn’t schizophrenic.

“—I was just going to grab some red meat to chow on and uh y’know, work on my bike,” he finished, hoping his voice didn’t betray his nerves.

Embry and Quil exchanged a knowing look, which made Jacob's anxiety spike only to burst into laughter. “Classic Jake. At this rate, you might end up marrying your bike,” Quil teased and Jacob laughed along, though he desperately wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

“Just take it easy, yeah ? We don’t want you passing out on us again. By the way, there's a sale at the store on the other side of town,” Embry squeezed Jacob’s shoulder reassuringly again. The familiarity they seemed to share with him was comforting, even if he felt like an imposter. He knew he had to get up to speed quickly if he wanted to maintain this facade. They soon parted ways and Jacob headed towards the store.

The store lady was overly enthusiastic upon seeing Jacob. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his face or the fact that he was a regular. As Jason, he had always been below average in looks and physique. Whereas, by the virtue of being the second male lead of a popular teenage romance novel, Jacob Black was undeniably attractive. With his deep-set dark eyes, prominent cheekbones, and beautiful long hair, he looked like someone Jason would have envied. Maybe he could try his hand at modeling once the story ended, because there was no way he was putting himself through college again.

And as unpredictable as the weather of Forks was, it began to rain. Normally, Jason would wait it out and then go but now that he as in Jacob’s body, he thought to test his body’s limits. Like c’mon a little drizzle isn’t going to hurt a big strong werewolf alpha-to-be. He stepped out into the rain, feeling the cool droplets on his skin. It was refreshing, almost invigorating. Jacob’s body seemed to handle the cold and wet far better than Jason’s ever did. As he made his way back the store, he noticed people giving him friendly nods and waves. It felt strange to be acknowledged so warmly, a stark contrast to the anonymity he was used to.

At the red light he stopped, waiting for it to turn green. Sure, there were no cars around and he could have just walked, but road rules were no joke. He liked this life too much to risk having it taken away by truck-kun. “Hey system, is double isekai a thing?” he asked. The system didn’t reply, so that was probably a no.

Jacob glanced to his side and saw a person standing under a large black umbrella. A strong sweet scent pricked his nose. How strong does this guy’s cologne have to be to reach me even with the rain ? There was a name tag hovering above the person���s head, but it was obscured by the umbrella, as was his face. One thing he had learned was that only people relevant to the story had name tags over their heads, which meant this person was a character in the story. He looked down at the stranger’s hand—it looked like porcelain.

Jacob felt a sense of foreboding, creeping up his veins. His instincts were on high alert, telling him that this stranger was no ordinary person. The rain began to pour harder, each drop bouncing off the asphalt with increasing intensity.

The person probably noticed Jacob staring and as he did, the umbrella tilted slightly, revealing a glimpse of a pale, almost ethereal face with piercing golden eyes. The moment their gazes met, Jacob was momentarily blinded by a brilliant golden aura radiating from the name tag above the person’s head.

[Edward Cullen]

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat. Of course, it had to be Edward. What were the odds of encountering your favorite character on the very first day of your new life ? He felt his knees weaken. Despite the dim lighting and gloomy setting, Edward was undeniably striking. The rain seemed to fall more slowly around him, as if even the weather was reluctant to mar his flawlessness . His tousled bronze hair framed his face perfectly and Jacob felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch it. Despite all his criticisms of the novel, Edward had always held a special place in his heart for reasons Jacob couldn’t quite explain.

Damn, this mf looks anemic as hell. Maybe I should feed him. It was a half-serious thought, borne from both concern and his internal struggle to reconcile his feelings towards the character with the reality of his situation.

[OOC WARNING! OOC WARNING!]

[Edward Cullen is your enemy.]

“Fuck off, he’s my babygirl,”Jacob shot a mental retort at the system in exasperation and a streak of protectiveness. The system’s declaration that Edward was an enemy wasn’t misplaced given Jacob’s role in the novel but that didn’t mean it wasn’t at odds with his feelings.

Edward had always been his favorite character, a source of fascination and admiration. This was supposed to be his chance to explore and perhaps even improve upon the narrative, not to be embroiled in conflict with a character he held dear.

Jacob didn't even notice when the light turned green and Edward started walking away, his steps soundless on the wet pavement. Acting on impulse or perhaps some hidden desire, Jacob found himself walking towards Edward and grabbing his elbow, accidentally knocking his umbrella aside. Edward stopped and turned to him as the rain continued to soak them both. His gaze was like a sharp, unyielding beam of light, cutting through the rain. His eyes, an unusual shade of golden amber, held a depth that seemed to pierce directly into Jacob's soul, scrutinizing every hidden corner of his being.

[OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC!]

[EDWARD CULLEN IS YOUR ENEMY]

I’m so stupid — I forgot completely. Jacob and Edward haven’t met yet. Maybe… maybe I can salvage this ? Be a dick and still be nice ? He definitely didn’t want to end up on Edward’s bad side, nor did he want to break the system’s rules. Annoying as it was, the system was what kept him alive. Though he’d never say it out loud, he was terrified at the thought of dying, again. The system’s constant reminders of their supposed enmity were starting to grate on him, but he couldn’t afford to make more mistakes. What was a man to do when every choice seemed fraught with peril ?

Ack — he’s staring. Can he hear my thoughts ? I hope not. He and Bella meet soon, if I remember correctly so— Jacob’s anxiety skyrocketed under the weight of that gaze. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat drumming in his ears. A tight knot of dread twisted in his stomach and whether it was the rain or not, he could feel cold sweat forming on his palms. He needed to say something—anything—that wouldn’t completely derail the plot but also wouldn’t make Edward hate him from the start, even if it was inevitable.

“Oh uh — my bad, dude. I just thought you looked kinda sick so I thought — I mean,” Jacob scrambled for an explanation, forcing a nonchalant tone as he released Edward’s elbow. He felt like a small animal trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car, desperately searching for a way to escape unscathed.

“—Uh, here.” He shoved the raw steak he had just bought into Edward’s arms. The system fell silent for a moment, as stunned by his actions as Jacob was. The sound of the rain was almost deafening as awkward silence stretched between them. Edward looked down at the raw steak in his hands, confusion and surprise painting his features.

Without waiting for a reply, Jacob quickly turned on his heel and hurried away, his footsteps splashing through the rain-soaked pavement. “Later ! Get that iron up and be the lady killer you were born to be !” he called over his shoulder. After walking a few metres, he paused briefly and added,“ And seriously lay off the sauvage man !”

As he put more distance between them, Jacob’s thoughts began to spiral. What had he just done ? Did Edward think he was completely nuts ? Or worse, could Edward have read his thoughts and seen through his facade ? Jacob shuddered at the possibility.

[Why did you do that ?]

“I don’t know okay !? I thought it’d help with looking y’know less dead when he meets Bella.” He shrugged. Explaining himself to the system felt pointless considering it was neither his parent nor his babysitter. The system remained silent, as if considering his response, Jacob rolled his eyes.

[OOC ! -20 B points ↓ ↓ ↓]

“Oh come on !”

“Still staring at that bag of steak, Ed ?” The pixie-haired woman leaned over her brother’s shoulder, teasing him.

“Go away, Alice,” Edward muttered, his gaze still locked on the steak as if it held some profound answers of the universe. His fingers occasionally running over the plastic, making the blood inside to squelch against the surface.

“Seriously what’s up with you ?” Alice frowned, dropping the banter. Ever since Edward had returned, he’d been fixated on this bag of steak that suspiciously smelled like wet dog. What was even more peculiar was the fact that she hadn’t had any visions of this event. Normally, Alice caught glimpses of all the interesting things happening with her family throughout the day but she had no clue how Edward had ended up with that steak. And from the look on his face, Edward didn’t look like he was divulging anything either.

“Nothing just… trying to figure someone out.” Edward sighed. Alice was his favorite family member, and he seldom told her off but this was something he couldn’t even make sense of himself. If he told Alice, she’d likely blow the whole thing out of proportion. But despite everything, one question kept lingering in his mind.

Who was that man ?

A.n - should I make this into a series ? If yes please lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist.

[mayoskia]

PURECACAO⁉️ yes. Just a sketch? Also.. yes, forever, sorry!

Yeah so I kind of draw everything on free draw now!/j I APOLOGIZE I MAKE LIKE ZERO FULL ART PEICES💔

I do kind of just throw purecacao art at you all once a month at this point, once i get my life a bit more sorted out I promise there will be more art lol‼️‼️

We are going to ignore the fact that this post may randomly disappear in a month due to me eventually getting cringed out by my old art, cause I just removed a few art pieces from this account for that exact reason😭😭

[alli-ily]

HIIIII MOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!💕💖

HELLO MOOT OLSNDJFJDHD 🫂🫶✨ THE ANIMATION IS SO BOUNCY AND CUTE, YOUR ART NEVER FAILS ONG🤩🫶✨ TYSM FOR THE FLYING KISS 💋✨⁉️

I honestly want to reply with an animation too but this is all I could come up with while we were having our short break in between midterm exams 🙏🙏

This is so rushed I'm sorry- had to pull the mirror and half body trick to make it more faster because the exam is about to start😭😭😭 despite planning to redesign my Sona, I actually have no idea what to change yet but so far I did like her hairdo at the Royal AU I made, so I might stick with that???

I'll make it up to you on my 'gifting some moots' project I swear‼️‼️ but I need to finish some old wips and stuff first 😭😭🙏

Is Ariya being rizzed up rn 👀👀✨ /j

[driftingthruspace]

space cowboy ‼️ 'murica⁉️🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅

sorry guys i haven't posted art in a hot minute, been busy but take the old man space cowboy time traveler :)

im so (norm)al for him

[kissestothezygomatic]

Hi welcome to my blog! I’m a baby bat and my online name will be Doctor / Doc , feel free to ask me anything about my interest or just chat with me. I don’t care, I’ll be happy to talk to anyone lol.

More below cut :)

⁉️⁉️I am 13. This means I will NOT accept any comments, questions, etc discussing inappropriate or adult topics. Anyone who tries to ask something of that sort will either be blocked or kindly told to stop.

Also talk of puberty makes me uncomfortable….

Some interest I have are:

scary movies

sci-fi movies

macabre things/movies

old gothic movies

Cult classics (HMU FRANKENHOOKER FANS!!)

obviously goth music and a bit of other things as well feel free to ask!!

i do art but I’m not very good unfortunately

Team fortress 2 is my favorite game, I’m a bit ass but it keeps it fun at least, I’m literally medic irl and I need heavy pregnant

I like resident evil too!! And Roblox. I have red dead but I haven’t started it yet oops…

I like reading sometimes, I wouldn’t say I read frequently but I have read : Black eyed Susie, Frankenstein (Mary Shelley my beloved), Romeo and Juliet, and am starting a few other books sometime soon. For Christmas I got: Dracula, Dr.Jekyll and Hyde, Emily the strange ‼️, 2 Edgar Allen Poe collection books, and a few more.

I like some shows… like Ruby gloom, the walking dead, I’ve started Bo jack horseman but need to get back to it, aqua teen hunger force, happy tree friends… (don’t kill me…), Salad fingers :D, prob more I just can’t think atm…

Love weird side of YouTube things, please recommend me any!!

Im very open minded on certain topics, feel free to ask opinions on things since I don’t really like to hide my thoughts. That being said, I would like to tell any pro shippers that while I support you and hope you cope well, I would not like you on my page talking about that stuff. I don’t care if you are a pro shipper (dark/com ship I should say) but it’s not something I’d like to see.

Any art post will be tagged with #my art

Any asks (if I get any…) will be tagged with #Answers

Any random Tumblr posts will be tagged with #Random

And any repost will be tagged with #Repost

[grilde1chesse]

wtf is up the weird portrayal of werewolves in pop media?⁉️

i think it would be so so so cool to see some werewolf novel like ACTUALLY based off wolf pack behavior, instead of whatever weird sexualized idea the medias turned it into. an actual wolf pack would never be able to function with like a billion alphas constantly attacking each other for females attention. animals fhat fight to mate don’t even do that. wolves wouldn’t have survived as long as they have if this weird concept we have shoved onto them was actually accurate.

wolves RARELY fight within a pack, and are incredibly social animals. majority of wolf fights happen over territory, and within neighboring packs, though they avoid confrontation or aggression with other wolves when necessary. they’re actually pretty goddamn intelligent too, they’re actually better at independent problem solving than dogs. they know not to mate with siblings or offspring to avoid inbreeding and just overtime mutation.

this weird idea that a werewolf would be a secluded horn dog that wants nothing but a mate is not only weird but wildly inaccurate. wolves are pack animals, and so are humans. lone wolves will occasionally attempt to join other packs even.

if there was a werewolf in your neighborhood they’d probably be those super friendly neighbors who are always throwing parties and bbqs and have like 10 kids with like half of them being adopted. they’d be at every sports game or band concert, with the bleachers filled out by this one massive family. wolves mate to breed, in other words they mate to have children, to start families. wolf packs are literally just families.

werewolves would be the family with like 10 goddamn kids always rough housing, with a billion pictures on the fridge and family photos and shitty framed art from when the kids were puppies all over the walls.

there’s too much of the stereotypical alpha wolf claiming some poorly written female protagonist and attacking members of his own pack for her. what about werewolf packs with adopted kids they’ve claimed as theirs? kids friends being treated like members of the family, and so many school prizes and pictures all over the walls no matter how old they are. magic using kids who’s parents can’t handle it, or queer kids who have been kicked out being picked up by them. queer werewolves. werewolf kids with a friend from an unwanted family being unofficially adopted by the pack. so many dog jokes. werewolves working at daycares, as doctors, werewolves living normal human lives with no weird hypermasculine stuff going on. werewolf packs having their plans center around the next full moon, treating it like some anual holiday where they all go out for the night. non werewolf kids never being left out on full moon nights. non wolf kids riding on the transformed adults backs, dog pulled sleds in the winter. the bathroom smelling kinda like a wet dog, with fur in the drain. paw print vs hand print art made by pups framed and hung around the house. a wall dedicated just to measuring their pack of kids height. werewolves falling for humans and just snuggling up with them during full moon nights. domestic werewolf lives‼️

[m0thxy]

‼️CAN’T HAVE SHIT IN BATTERY CITY‼️

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hi everyone I redid my intro post because I didn’t like the old one ❌ anyway .

you can call me Moth/Len (LEN LIKE THE VOCALOID⁉️)

💥 i dont have blue hair but i DO have pronouns and they are he/him but i’m also cool with he/they 💥

gender as in forklift certified, cowboy, punkrock little dude but also poor little victorian boy who yearns for the mines

I’m neurodivergent along with everyone else on this hellsite 💯 i'm also a teenager and australian (triple whammy)

things i like ‼️

♫music artists:

custard , my chemical romance , the smashing pumpkins , pierce the veil , foo fighters , joey valence & brae , beastie boys , kendrick lamar , tyler the creator , doechii , opal in sky , korn , paramore , billie eilish , mitski , lady gaga , chappel roan , system of a down , leathermouth , green day , fall out boy , slipknot , weezer , radiohead , carter vail , and many. MANY more

☆other things:

breaking bad , better call saul , the spiderverse movies , vocaloid , deathnote , the disastrous life of saiki k , stardew valley , acnh , botw , totk , splatoon , the hunger games

💥i will most likely respond if you dm me so feel free to message me about anything !! i <3 talking to people💥

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[meerealsssss]

intro !!

reading is recommended so you know what you're getting yourself into :3

last edit*: 6/2/25**

*latest update in the introductory section

**month/day/year

Hi! I'm mee. (weird ass name.)

[or call me 'm', mee might be confusing]

she/her

pet names/nicknames are allowed! :3

side blogs are @m-writingphase (writing blog) and @sambroadlysbignaturals (fanfic of my own book)

matching pfp with @junocheesie

EST

fandoms ᐛ :

(highlighted purple are fandoms im mainly interested in/talking about)

pjo

bsc (OG, ANN M MARTIN, BOOK VERSION)

dogman!

captain underpants

south park

gravity falls ⁉️⁉️

doors!

pressure (kinda?)

little shop of horrors!

brokenly beloved (my own book/story)

dandys world!!

likes :3 :

music (abba, weird al, whoever writes gravity falls songs)

writing

drawing (barely)

rain/thunder

warm weather

reading (books listed above)

sleeping

musicals/theatre

emojis/emoticons

dislikes >:( :

ads

a certain 'parental' figure

umbrellas 😖

mn'ms (candy!)

ALWAYS TELL ME IF IM DOING SOMETHING OFFENSIVE!! IT'S NEVER INTENTIONAL!!

extra

child of Apollo

capricorn (born dec. 25🎄‼️)

i play the flute (terribly)

im not religious (but i will respect you if you are)

i will love you forever if you send anon love /p

tags!

my rambling - #mee's silly silly

answered asks - #asks 😍😍‼️

band class tag - #band class is wild

my book - #brokenly beloved

my art tag - #mee's silly sketches

my writing tag - #mee's writing :3

gacha tag - #mee's gacha posts :3

school posts - #sckahool !!

theater/theatre posts - #theater shenanigans

random one word posts - #mee's one word shitpost

posts formatted like a letter to someone - #mee sending non existent notes again

dreams i have - #mee dreams shit

small (mainly vent) posts that come out of nowhere - #ignore my rambling

big long vent posts - #mee's public diary

big long post (not vent, mainly silly) - #holy YAP

random 'chapter' names based on experiences - #life chapters

pjo tag - #percy jackass

may add more over time

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racists, pedophiles, z00philes, porn blogs

if you hate on therians/furries, LGBTQ+, other religions, and don't respect them then this isn't a place for you

this is meant to be a safe place

names of people i talk about!

evan - @moonysfavoritetoast

juno/ace - @junocheesie

alex to the power of r (attpor) - irl alex from school (he/him)

apollo - usually my dad

dragon/🐉 - my stepmom

mr mystery - my soc studies/web teacher

ms kopykat - last year's ela teacher

mrs dodds - last year's math teacher (very fitting)

mr skeleton - last year's science teacher

mr margarine/margarita - last year's soc. studies teacher

mr sharpie - my second band teacher

mama - my sixth grade teacher

kitty kat/katlynn/kat - main book character from a book i wrote

peyton - a former-friend of kat

alex to the power of b - alex from my book

sam/sammy baby - another friend of kat

jazon - zombie from my book

haley - a more childer child from my book

where else am i?

my youtube

my tiktok*

*tiktok is mee.realsssss it wont let me put link

pintrest (almost never active)

old intro here

[catinflight]

Uahgg guess who joined art fight⁉️

Lil old me😎😎

Dainitwo and akimew ref‼️‼️

[blobbyboiblob]

Tw for very serious stuff! I can’t pit a finger on it just in case but also canon digging to create realistic touch to it

Dream: he went through several trauma

In the canon time line he experienced being used as a tool by villagers and wasn’t allowed to be negative

And he was forced to watch his brother clearly turn depressed and was unable to aid him(*He was 5-6 in that time frame I believe and already had enough on his plate*)

He was a people pleaser and was a child at that and was made to do things out of his abilities all because of the villagers

He than was left without senses for eons upon eons and was soon out of it and taught by, if I remember correctly, Lanny.

Lanny blamed him and Passive for the passing of Nim which was Nightmares-(*aka the corrupted guy, the negative parasite*) fault

And all Lanny did was teach Dream about his duties as a guardian and what has happened

Legit never thought “Hey Dream lost his ability to do practically everything for eons now! Maybe I should be considerate cuz his mental state may still be a 6-year-old!”

Nope

So meanwhile Dream is severally traumatized and still struggling to understand and live in this new world with all these beings and people and monsters

He’s also still mentally a child

So thats fun

He only starts to grow up and let go of Passive when he finds out Nightmare = Passive is incorrect, and Passive is a dead 6-year-old‼️ Which screws with him more along with clear trauma response to where he literally can’t see Nightmare as a not-brother figure so he wouldn’t actually *kill* the dude, he would need sever therapy yet everything still will go back to old ways because he’s a people pleaser

Corrupted & Passive: Now we need to remember, parasites need a body to secure their forms.. yes? Even a negative parasite! Now what if(Thank you Hobo my frien, ty ty sm) Corrupted was using Passives rag-doll body? Which would be bad wouldn’t it? Considering the pain and agony of his body being tore out and burned by the negative goop and the soon to start numbing pain of his eye-socket, which would ensure Passive was stuck along with Corrupted and forced to see *everything*. Along with the fact Corrupted is taller than Dream who is directly around Swaps height(*Swap father real 😨⁉️*) which means Passives small body would be tore into sections to fit the taller form and be a suitable vessel. So along with his agony and pain because of Corrupted he must suffer with being tore apart and semi strapped back together to be a good vessel.

So ultimately Passive regardless is a dead six year old and cannot date regardless. Would you truly ship a lil babay with grown adults?

Also another side note: going down this idea base that would mean if Passive somehow escaped the goop it is highly likely he wouldn’t survive long, as his bones would lack nutrients and strength along with having been destroyed and out together enough that it’s possible that one hug could dust him!

Normalize Dream being mentally around 6 still and being a people pleasing traumatized babay

Normalize Passive being a dead, traumatized 6-year-old that isn’t allowed to date- even in the “platonic kisses” way

Normalize Corrupted being an actual torture oriented bad guy cuz well- he was made that way 💀

Also this rant is cuz well

I read up on a small thing where someone took all of Jokus storyline and details and set them down in a Deviant art post! I decided to add headcanons me and my friends made and put a more realistic touch on it!

Tw for more serious based stuff due to well- Dreamtale lol

And of course, Dreamtale belings to @jokublog

Thanks for wonderful details to explore and joke bully people on 🙏

[n4talia-chaparro]

WHY IS IT HARD TO BE HONEST AND POSITIVE ‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😭😭

ANYWAY VERY OLD DESIGNS UM. FUCK.

BEFORE I SHARE LEVI'S REF SHEET I'LL SAY THAT I AM AWARE OF MY GROSS ART STYLE AND BEHAVIOR. NO NEED TO COME TO MY DM AND TELL ME HOW "PROBLEMATIC" I AM

[red-velvet-void]

‼️Old acc: @velvet-red-void

⁉️ MAIN ACC: @red-hollow-moon

teenager 💪 + any pronouns || eng/esp🇲🇽

💥Multifandom vv

💥 jaiden animations, jacob alpharad, CASSANDRA CAIN, STEPHANIE BROWN, bfdi/ii, vocaloid, and cookie run (ob)

🧨art tag ->#the voids ink

✨️text tag ->#the void rambles

[ppmanguy]

Some old-ish traditional art of on of my silly guys 😱🤯🤯‼️‼️⁉️

His name is Noah btw :3

[marie1-kersaint]

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LIVE PEACOCK 🦚?

https://youtu.be/TsPh_8Dxl3E?si=2JoeUHdRZJpYKjmu

WE'RE TRYING TO MURDER THEM IN ST LUCIE COUNTY   

"THE HUBB with HITLERrian SS POISON GAS 💀 👃 🛁  🚽 " 

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”

COUNTING CROWS 2006?

FORT PIERCE, ST LUCIE COUNTY Floriduh 🙄is in the process of opening an ART SCHOOL 🖼️ 🏫 [{WE NEED ANYTHING WE CAN GET]}

on my way to church ⛪️ Sunday 11/27  (hoping to kneel listening 👂🤩choir rehearsal -reminding me of my SUNDAYS WORSHIP with FAMILYRADIO.ORG - and saving my seat close to pulpit so i can see the 📺)

🆎 7🕖 a well built young back man tied his hoodie around his waist, flipped open his iPad and 🛫 studying 📚 his lines.   i thought rehearsing because he went back a few paces to come forward as though coming into a room and starting to talk (not much physical movements)

It clicked after church ⛪️ when the owner of ESSIE CLEANINGS WHO'S BEEN FEEDING THE PEACOCKS 🦚 FOR DECADES met me 🎶 💔🎤 💔🎵 💔 https://youtu.be/TsPh_8Dxl3E?si=_O9_pQisMlQjvQgm 💔💔💔💔💔💔told me that THE NEW ART SCHOOL wants her THE NEW ART SCOOL OWNER WANTS TO MOVE THE PEACOCK 🦚 AWAY i understood where she pointed was AVENUE A   where no one goes unless ☝️ has to. 

Rare occasion when you will not see a family or just a 🚘 admiring THE PEACOCKS 🦚 

HAVE YOU SEEN A LIVE PEACOCK 🦚 YET⁉️

well, THANKS 2 FORT PIERCE i have been privileged to gaze on these heavenly birds 🦚

🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚https://www.facebook.com/share/97PjojaBbTED1Tnz/?mibextid=WC7FNe

Sunday morning i turned around the corner BLOCK FENCE i took a chance 🆘🆘🆘🆘heard a peacock's🦚 💔cries shrill, heart breaking like someone is using a bat to practice playing baseball using its head 🐔 as ⚾️ in a good day‼️

No word to describe it that cry 😢 today 

i kept walking‼️

 AWAY FROM THE CRY‼️

3 commercial size trash 🚮 🗑️ 🚮 cans spilled is THE PEACOCKS' 🦚SUSTENANCE across the street 👀 🆎 half a dozen PEACOCKS 🦚 near a semi 🚛, broken cars houses in various forms of disrepair 

😂🤣NO ONE WILL SEE YOU IF YOU KICK 🦵 A PEACOCK 🦚 OUT OF YOUR WAY 

😃😄��😆🥹😅😂🤣NO ONE ☝️ WILL SEE YOU IF YOU RUN OVER A PEACOCK 🦚🦚🦚

NO ONE CARES IF NAKED BOYS TRY TO SIT ON THEM AND PULL THE PEACOCK's 🦚🦚PLUMES

" just funnin"

or by “accident” steps  on one and oops “PEACOCK FEATHERS  😎”  if they can do that right across from United Methodist church  ⛪️and  Anytime Fitness 🤷‍♀️ 🤷‍♂️ 🤷‍♂️ 

certainly no one will turn into AVENUE A@ (i guess 8th street⁉️ -the street sign is faded-) to admire or feed THOSE ENDANGERED UNPROTECTED 🦚 

i am SURE THE BEAUTIFUL FORT PIERCE PEACOCKS 🦚 CAN LIVE FROM THE PAMPERS CONTENTS cross

AVENUE A @ EIGHTH STREET 

yay my little blue kiddie pool has not been thrown away yet‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

FUNNY the cock with ugly feathers on his feet and 2 other chickens were 🦵 kicked out  off course BUT STUBBORNLY  😟 crawled back like in John Steinbeck’s THE GRAPE OF WRATH

well, this city needs any 💰 improvement we can get and THE BIBLE DOES SAY https://kjbo.org/Matthew-20-15/ (https://kjbo.org/Matthew-20-15/)

(i always think of this verse when people are cutting trees 🌳  🌲down and 🇺🇸 will not make them replace it with 4 saplings https://kjbo.org/Matthew-20-15/ (https://kjbo.org/Matthew-20-15/) )

After  lockdown and VACCINATIONS (the gymn  US1 @ Midway Rd was full)

i tried to propose 🌎 💪 to get the old school 🏫 building on 10th @ Orange 🍊 Avenue with ample parking 🅿️ spaces BUT was 😟 was unable to get the realtor centric  ℹ️ needed to complete the form as the gymnasiums are individually owned (no coordination if one has a CUSTOMER SERVICE PROBLEM ONE IS SENT BACK TO THE SOURCE OF THE PROBLEM🤣😂🤪)

("kersaint lives in denial") i tried to fill out that form in 2018 in DIXIE COUNTY population 16,000

THE CROSS CITY train DEPOT an old state building (that could be had for a song OR a Sous) in the middle of the highway 🛣️ US-19

Cross City, FL  32628 (county 💺)

i envisioned commercial truck drivers and fishing and other people driving from the Gulf using their Black Card to refresh themselves before their destination 

“🙄LIVING IN DENIAL” so not to think OF ART SCHOOL OWNERS  philanthropists MISTREATING 🦵 🦚🙄PEACOCKS 

PEOPLE

KILLING TREES 🌳🌲and not replacing them 

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