#posts cringe oc content. whatever. whatever

[xerith-42]

Hey, take your time on your rewrite I’m sure it will turn out great and do you have a link to it ?

Well, depends on which rewrite you're talking about. For my new one, I have my side blog which is in the pinned post on my profile. That doesn't have a link because it's barely a concept that I'm basically just bouncing around my rubber room. I know I want it to be a rewrite of the series, but I don't want to actually... write it. Like in order. I'm liking the vibes of just rewriting certain scenes and ideas and worrying about fitting them into a larger story later.

For my rewrite with my oc, there also isn't a link to it, for a multitude of reasons. For one, some of the earlier parts of it just are not finished at all. Including one of the most important scenes in the entire story. For two, I've actively been thinking about just making a second draft because I've completely changed the way I view key elements of this series since ending up on this hell site. And for three, it's over 300k words long in a Reedsy book that I already had to transfer from several google docs, and the idea of transferring it to AO3 is giving me a headache.

I might share it in a discord or something, but I'm honestly not sure how I feel about it. Kinda feels like a first draft... Maybe I'll post the second draft but I'm still on the fence.

[galacticjonah]

I want to post more OC stuff, but always wonder how to approach it. I do follow several artists who basically only post OC things and people are still hyped for it, which I love!!

But where to start?

Do I introduce the characters first? Then just keep posting with whatever written context I have available? How to defeat the threat of cringe at the back of my mind while doing all this?

People who follow and like OC artist posting, what do you like about that kind of content?

helppp

[zer0-devoox]

If you don't care My cheesy speech continues but if yes, you can come down 👇🏻

...Thanks

Okay, frist of all SORRY FOR MY VOICE you dont hate it more that i do-

To be honest, everything I said at the beginning was meant as a joke, but it wasn't at all. Last year was shit, and my mental health took quite a beating. I was on the verge of dying twice, so yeah... +200 experience points

Second: This video was planned to be published in January or just after the end of 2024 but... I couldn't, it was quite difficult to do all the animations and drawings (I made more than 200 doubles... please appreciate it) so yeah, sorry for that

To be honest I was very insecure throughout the process, each time I saw the project more horrible and cringe and I did not want to publish it at all, but I knew I had to do it, for you and for me, also I did not re-record the audio because I felt that I had honestly transmitted what I felt and re-recording would be a little dishonest

I'm not perfect, I'm lazy, I struggle to be active, my drawing style is a mess, artist's block is always lurking, and my content is cringeworthy, but... I'm trying hard. I notice a huge leap in quality between last year and this year. I've been drawing more, studying more, and so on. I'm giving my best, and that's what I have to offer.

It sounds cheesy, stupid, and whatever you want, but I truly appreciate your support. It doesn't matter if it's 3 notes or 1,000, it makes me happy. Reading your comments and seeing your questions is just too much fun 😊

Talking more about the blog's journey in general.

As many of you may have noticed lately, I've been posting more of my OCs, and it'll probably stay that way (I'll continue posting fan art, but I'll generally focus more on my original stories), as it's what makes me happiest and what I enjoy. I hope you'll stay here for that content too. I'm currently working on personal projects that I'd love to share with you, so please look forward to them.

Now for the acknowledgments:

@inkyprince @daschantal05 @roxy4life @wanderlotz @goner-guy @jlsjohnson ,anon, @childlikesaiyan @add567 <333 u all

cameo: sunlit-mess (don't tag for not bother her)

And thanks to you, to enyone else ❤️

This was Zero, Cringe and unfunny but here and honest

Bey

[spacebuggorez]

!! murder drones doodle ideas !!

I'm bored out of my mind sooo... Boop the ask box!!

Any requests are accepted (just be respectful please thank you).

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Literally anything is fine lol

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NSFW AUs

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

When you think about Raven and when you look at and remember other people’s Yuusonas, when does it feel too much or is there a line for Yuusonas? Because sometimes I look at my own Yuusonas and feel that I am doing to much for him. Like what he can do, what he likes, his lore. I shame myself that I am doing too much but it feels right.

I was surprised when I learned that (Ms./Miss/Mrs.?) Raven was similar to my own Yuusona, Maeve. The biggest that I did was made him related to Crowley,being able to use magic and fight, and I already feel like I crossed some line. It fits on how I see his story play out and I don’t want to overhaul him.

I just vented a bit, I’m sorry about that. What I’m trying to ask is that what do you do if you start to feel that your character becomes too much? Because for me, I want to brain dump and put out every little detail about Maeve to people and get feedback from other people. Outside of the one person I can actually talk to about Twisted Wonderland.

It sounds to me like you’re tackling two different things here? 😅 Both are related to OCs, but one seems to be focused on activity/frequency of content and the other one seems to be focused on originality or how one's OCs compares to others.

Before I address both points, I'd like to clarify that while many people OCs in the Twst fandom are Yuusonas, it's not the case for every OC. "Yuusona" refers to a character made as a stand-in for Yuu, oftentimes acting as a self-insert or a "better version" of the creator. However, characters that aren't stand-ins for Yuu by definition are not Yuusonas. Residents and NRC students hailing from Twisted Wonderland, for example, are OCs, but NOT Yuusonas (since Yuus are generally magicless and/or transmigrated from another world). In other words, Yuusonas are OCs, but OCs are not Yuusonas. By these measures, my own Twst character (Miss Raven) is an OC but NOT a Yuusona.

To your first point: it depends on the individual. Every person has their own threshold for when they’ve shared their creative works “enough”. For example, there are entire blogs dedicated to just posting about a Twst OC, whereas I scarcely post about my OC unless I am asked about her. I know people who only indulge in their ship, while I prefer to build extensive lore for my character beyond the initial ship. Some people are just shier than others and keep their stuff private, some people are more outgoing and want to be publicly active. That’s a metric you need to gauge and set for yourself, because 2) no one else knows you like you know yourself and 2) again, everyone’s comfort level with this varies.

I noticed that you mentioned not just one’s own creations, but also “[looking] at and “[remembering] other people’s Yuusonas”. This phrasing makes it sound as though you may be in the habit of comparing your work to others’ work, and I’m always going to be of the mindset that this is a mistake. Comparison in certain instances is fine (maybe you like someone’s art style or writing technique)—but becoming fixated on what others are doing is the start of a slippery slope. You may then set arbitrary standards to meet or try to use other people’s posting schedules as a yardstick to “judge” your own performance. This can feed into a viscously unhealthy cycle. “I’m not doing the same amount as X”, “I’m doing more than X”, “X has more engagement than I do”, “I have more engagement than X”, etc. It’s setting yourself up to be in a constant competition, and there’s no winning with a game that doesn’t end.

You should do whatever you think is most fitting for yourself. If it “feels right” to you, then go for it. Find ways to push past the shame and the little voice that tells you “that’s cringe”. Whatever others are doing is the pace they’ve set for their own comfort, and you shouldn’t let what other people are doing dictate your own actions. Remember that making and playing with OCs is, first and foremost, self-indulgent—so put yourself first and have fun with it!!

To your second point: there is no such thing as an original idea. I certainly am not the first to have an OC that is Crowley’s relative or the first to give their OC magic. However, even if I was somehow the pioneer of these things, that does not grant me the exclusive rights or the trademark for them 😭

Two separate people could come up with similar traits for their OCs by pure coincidence; you’ll find tons of overlap in any fandom, especially in Twst if you find two characters twisted from the same Disney inspiration. So long as there wasn’t blatant art theft, plagiarism, tracing, malicious intent, etc. there’s no issue if your OC is similar to another person’s OC 🤷‍♀️

No line was crossed. You don’t need to overhaul anything. And again, you shouldn’t worry about what other people are doing; it has no bearing on what you’re doing. Think of the fandom like a massive sandbox. Everyone has their own little slice in it and has their own toys to play with. There’s no need for anyone to step into someone else’s slice of the sandbox or to worry about the toys someone else has or what they’re doing with those toys. You have your own toys that you made and are happy playing with, so just stick to your slice of the sandbox! As long as you’re having fun and not hurting anyone or imposing yourself on them, it’s fine.

Last thing I have to say is 💦 while I 100% understand being eager to share and chat about your creations, it’s… unfortunately not a guarantee? Validation is nice, but not necessary, and no one is for certain going to engage with the posts they come across. We have to learn to be accept that and carry on. Maybe it would be good to start small or just focus on sharing with a group of friends to build confidence first? It’s much easier to interact with familiar faces than the entirety of the internet. This is what I tend to do when I want to get feedback on big ideas or projects I have.

I hope that you find this advice helpful ^^ Good luck with your creations!

[anonmousegosqueak]

Brooooo

I'm so sleepy, I crave the sweet release of death. Or maybe just a nap? I don't even know anymore, have some more Red (my cod oc) content.

It had been three months. They all knew it. Despite never saying anything, never marking the date, they *knew*.

Red was gone. For. Three. Fucking. Months.

It hadn't taken much. It wasn't a large mission, it wasn't a plot, it was just one *tiny* mistake.

Fuck- Price isn't even sure exactly how it happened and he had to write the paperwork.

One second they were talking over coms, keeping updated, ect. The next? Silence. Not even a scream for help.

Obviously he couldn't mark them kia, the lack of blood (or more importantly, corpse) made it pretty clear they didn't die on the mission, but...

Fuck- Price had already accepted it.

He knew the others weren't much better either.

Soap was lashing out, Ghost wasn't talking to anyone, Nik hadn't left the hanger in a week, and Gaz-

Gaz was unsettlingly normal.

They didn't even have time to mourn before they were being shipped off again. Some bullshit for Shepherd, Price couldn't even pretend to care anymore. That bastard had been running them ragged for the last few months, dragging Laswell along to keep them in check.

But this time felt... Different?

Price was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of coms clicking on, Ghost's voice shouting in his ear.

"Fuck- Captain! Cap-"

Silence.

Price's blood ran cold.

He couldn't- he couldn't lose Simon as well. He just-

"Christ, the fucker won't stop biting me!"

What?

Okay, Simon's... Not dead. What's going on?

"L.t, yer getting nibbled on?"

"Yeah, by *Red* of all people."

Not the most professional, but that could wait for later. Right now, Price is more focused on the name he just said.

"Ghost- repeat that."

"'Said it's Sargent Jones- It's Red! We found 'em in one of the cells. Seems to be drugged with something but it's not clear. No obvious injuries, if anything they seem more interested in chewin' my gloves."

"Fuck- Garrick! Get to Ghost's position and help. We need-"

"Stand down, Price. That isn't the mission."

He paused, already on his way to Ghost's location,

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. We're here for a cartel leader, *not* a Sargent."

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Price is literally stopped, having to take a few deep breaths before he explodes from anger. They find Red by pure miracle and Shepherd doesn't even want to save them? He's more focused on a couple of bad guys (low level targets that anyone could have taken care of) than saving a soldier??

Soap chimes in again, this time sounding a lot less happy, "So you want us ta leave the lad??"

"'Never said that, I'm just saying you should think before all rushing to one location."

"That's bullshite! Ghost can nae do it himself, that place is crawlin' with scum! Someone needs ta' help!"

"MacTavish-!"

But before Price can even finish his thought, Gaz cuts in. He hadn't spoken since Ghost informed them of Red, and by the sounds of it that was a choice. Price physically shivers at the level of anger in the man's voice. Christ- he only gets like this when he's about to do something stupid and won't be talked out of it.

"Ghost, approaching your location. Where the fuck are they?"

"Sargent Garrick, get the fuck back to your post! The hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm. Getting. My. Husband. Back. I don't give a fuck what you think, I'm not loosing this opportunity. Ghost, location?"

And for once, Shepherd shuts his mouth.

Sighing to himself, Price notes down where Ghost is and makes his way there as well. Someone's gonna need to hold Gaz back when he finds the man who tried to keep him from his husband...

This'll be a fuck-ton of paperwork when it's all over...

...

"Wait- when the fuck did ye get married ta Red??"

Oh no- cringe! Oh well, I just wanted an excuse to write Shepherd being an asshole and Gaz not giving a fuck. He's getting his idiot back, fuck whatever that American bastard thinks.

Also yes, Ghost did give Red his gloves to chew. Red already chews on Ghost when they're not in shock and also full of drugs, they saw those bones and the little light in their brain goes off. Those are chewin' fingers, gonna chew on 'em. That's what I do with those fingers! I bite 'em!

(they switch to Gaz's fingers once he gets there, Gaz isn't even mad. He's just happy to have his love back in his arms.)

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

Stitches (Part II)

(Read Part I Here! used to be We Interrupt This Broadcast... changed the name because I feel like this fits better 😅)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). And again, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect some angst (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

"Almost ready" I said. "Basically finished" I said. Sorry y'all, the Chronic Illness Fairy struck. 😅 I will say this was my favorite part to write, but also the one I'm most uncertain about... bit more angst in this installment and I'm not much of an angst writer lol... but with Rosie in the mix (especially as a ler), angst never lasts long. 🥰

Also I changed the title. Hopefully it's not confusing that way... cuz without Part 1 this fic makes zero sense 😅

One last thing... I'm so happy y'all like Trudy! Was thinking about posting a lil sketch of her at some point (I need a new insomnia project now that this fic is done 😅). I've been having a truly awful few weeks on the anxiety front, so all the positive feedback on Part I has been quite literally making my days 💕

Hope you enjoy!!

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"Ooh, you stubborn little bastard. You're still gonna refuse to laugh?" Rosie mutters.

Alastor doesn't dare try to speak. All he can manage is a defiant shake of his head.

"Look, my friend. If you 'don't mind a little tickling,' and getting all giggly is your specialty…" Rosie tweaks his bottom rib, eliciting a noise that comes just short of a squeak. "What, exactly, is the problem here?"

"I'm supposed to be in control!" he grinds out through his twitching grin.

"You are in control, sir." Trudy abruptly withdraws her hands, holding them up innocently. "You can tell me to stop at any time."

Alastor cringes. He was sorta hoping no one would point that out.

"Which is why I find it so fascinating that you haven't yet." A sly smirk creeps across Rosie's face.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"I- I'm humoring you!"

"Humoring me?" Rosie tilts her head. "My dear, I hope you're not doing this just for my sake. If you don't want Trudy to check for further injury-"

"No, I do! O-on my terms!"

"This is on your terms."

"Yes, but-"

"In fact, you insisted."

He stumbles again, before mumbling another meager, "…to humor you!"

Trudy shoots her boss a disoriented look - but Rosie, as usual, is hearing her friend loud and clear.

"Alastor." Rosie rolls her eyes, gestures for Trudy to step aside, and scoots over to place a hand on his knee. "Adam is dead. Everyone in hell thinks you're either succumbing to your wounds in some remote gutter or hiding in whatever alternate dimension you just spent the last seven years. You're not even 'on air'." She leans in. "You can drop the act for a moment, if it's what you need."

That certainly hits the mark. For the first time, Alastor's smile falters - not completely dropping, but certainly losing much of the strained quality it's had since he arrived.

"I wish I could, my dear."

Encouraged, Rosie continues. "Well, what's stopping ya? As much as I love spending time with Alastor the Radio Demon… if you wanna take this opportunity to let out whoever's underneath that effervescent grin of yours, you know we wouldn't mind."

Alastor swallows - and for the first time in a decades, Rosie finds his expression difficult to read. "Rosie, I'm afraid I can't really..."

"I mean, you've been holding that same silly show-host-smile for years! Don't tell me you've never gotten tired of it!"

"It's sewn on, Rosie."

"…What?"

He hesitates. "Let's just say today wasn't the first time I've been, ah... stitched up." As he speaks, he gestures to his toothy grin. And for once, there's not a trace of distortion in his voice.

Rosie's dark eyes go wide when she realizes what he means. The cannibal overlord just stands there for a beat, in an uncharacteristic moment of shock.

But, being Rosie, she quickly recovers. "Well, so what?"

"I'm just saying, I'm afraid I can't really drop the act."

"Nonsense! Since when has your act had anything to do with your face?" Rosie flicks her hand, as if brushing the thought aside. "Who cares if you can't show genuine Alastor. I wanna hear him."

"But my microphone..."

"You're doing just fine without it."

Once again, this attempt at reassurance only makes Alastor look more disturbed. "Th-this can't be me!"

"...Well, no. This right here sure isn't the Alastor I know. But…"

Alastor is barely listening to her anymore. His broadcast persona has been his sole identity since he was alive. Now his radio tower has been reduced to rubble, his microphone snapped clean in half, even his carefully-styled clothing left in tatters…

If this is the Genuine Alastor he's now stuck with - panicked, stuttering, weak - he can't imagine how he'll ever be able to face the rest of hell…

But these racing thoughts are once again interrupted by nails tracing up his sides. A sharp yelp cuts the air as poor Alastor just about jumps out of his skin.

"…Perhaps I can offer a little help?" Rosie suggests gently, once she has his undivided (and adorably flustered) attention. "On your terms, of course?"

Alastor just gazes back at her for a long moment. "What do you have in mind?"

"I happen to know something about you that even you can't fake."

The radio demon hesitates… before heaving a sigh and, to Rosie's surprise, giving a small nod of consent.

She breaks into a brilliant (and frankly terrifying) smile.

Before Alastor can brace himself, Rosie's hands have both found his sides and begun working into his waist. Having just watched him squirm around under Trudy's thorough probing twice (and adored every second of it), she already has a pretty good idea of where his worst spots are.

Which is made abundantly clear by Alastor's reaction. Within seconds he's gone from still trying to hold it all in by habit, to giggling into his hands, to cackling hysterically.

And it's the kind of laughter she's spent the last seven years missing. This isn't the confident, taunting chuckle he brings out for battles or brushing off rivals; this is bright, helpless, occasionally hiccuping laughter, the kind that is nearly impossible for him to stop once he starts - and the kind she only has the privilege of hearing when something truly amuses him.

"You can't sew your laughter on," Rosie reminds him. "This is all yours."

Rosie's fingers creep up under his shirt to scribble on bare tummy, adding a couple new sweet spots to her mental catalogue. This technique brings out even more of her favorite little quirks: the way he bats playfully (and completely ineffectually) at her wrists; his repeated attempts to speak around his laughter that only result in frantic spurts of incomprehensible, giggle-laced gibberish.

As she traces her nails across his lower belly she also finds a tiiiny layer of unexpected pudge. Which probably shouldn't surprise her - he's been out of the battle scene for seven years, after all. All those deer carcasses have to go somewhere.

Regardless, she finds it terribly endearing for some reason... and the surge of affection translates into a corresponding surge in the intensity of Rosie's tickles.

"AHaha! Ro- Rosie!" he blurts, his voice jumping a full octave higher than normal. "Stop!!"

Rosie removes her hands immediately. "Stop?"

"Aha- ah- well- I mean, er…" He stumbles breathlessly, and gives a sheepish cough.

"You didn't really want me to stop, did you?"

Rosie resumes with a chuckle, reeling herself in just a little. "How 'bout we say... oh... 'enough,' if you really want me to quit?"

Of course, she has to go and say it out loud.

"M-more of a reflehex..." he admits reluctantly.

Alastor tosses a shaky thumbs-up at her, already too lost in his own giggles to manage a verbal reply.

And he's gotta admit… Rosie was absolutely right. He wouldn't stop her right now for all the souls in hell. There's a reason Alastor has the most recognizable evil cackle of any other overlord. He can't help but find dissolving into laughter as cathartic and exhilarating as always - even if this time, it's not at some poor soul's misfortune. It's a result of his best friend's affection for her darling deer demon.

"As fun as getting your soft little belly is," Rosie muses, pausing to let Alastor catch his breath for a moment, "I can't help but wonder if you're ticklish anywhere else…"

Alastor may be off the air, but Rosie can practically hear the screech of microphone feedback just by the look on his face. "….I plead the fifth."

"Have you considered his ears?" Trudy pipes up shyly. While she'd managed to restrain herself behind an impeccably professional bedside manner earlier, it had taken everything in her power not to stroke Alastor's ears when she'd been close enough to do so. They were just. so. fluffy.

"Ohhh, heavens…" Alastor, for his part, curls in on himself at the mere suggestion.

Rosie grins. "Hey, 'no' is always an option."

A long pause. Alastor can't believe he's considering this. But the sensation of being tickled, as unbearable as it is, does feel awfully pleasant… and it's been so long since anyone has dared to touch him…

And what else does he have to lose at this point, anyway?

"I suppose if you're… very gentle…"

"Are you aware that your ears are the softest thing in the nine circles?"

This stipulation ends up backfiring. When it comes to his ears, gentle is worse. So, so much worse.

Poor Alastor is too busy clutching his stomach and snickering madly into his sleeve to reply.

"I should know, I work in retail. These right here-" Rosie traces her fingers down the feathery-soft edges, sending the radio demon into a new round of hysterics. "-Would fetch a pretty penny."

"They're nohot for saHA-ale!!"

"Nooo, I should say not." Rosie's hapless victim lurches back into the cushions as her fingers find the fluffy region at the base of his ears. Even without the microphone, his cackles have no problem filling the room. "You're the only demon classy enough to wear them."

"And don' you - GAHaha! - f-forget it!" He's so drunk on laughter now that he's beginning to slur his words. His careful elocution has gone the same place as his steady tone, and lack of stutter.

Luckily, he's also far too drunk on laughter to care.

...Right about there, Rosie notices that the faint hum of radio static in the air is no longer just in her head.

He is laughing his heart out for the first time in weeks. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. And laughing completely for himself, for his own enjoyment, without need for intimidation or control or image or audience, for the first time since long before he died.

While Trudy typically can't say much for her self-preservation instinct, she's got enough of one to feel hesitant joining her boss in tickling the most powerful overlord in hell (outside the pretense of medical intervention, at least). So she just stands back, watching fondly as The Most Dangerous Overlord This Side of the Pentagram utterly destroys the deer demon.

...At least, until she notices a flicker of green light out of the corner of her eye. Lying forgotten on the end table, the splintered ends of Alastor's microphone are sparking and crackling like live wires.

The surgeon creeps over for a closer look, staring in fascination. And then - just as Rosie gets poor Alastor behind the ears and delivers a scribble to his tummy at the same time - she ever-so-gently nudges the fractured ends closer to one another.

To her surprise, a bright green spark arcs clear across the gap. For a fraction of a second, the whole staff radiates a flash of a familiar green glow.

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"Keep him laughing, Rosie," Trudy murmurs over her shoulder. It appears the Radio Demon's downfall will be nothing more than an intermission.

Thanks for being so patient with me y'all! Hope it was worth the wait 💕

💜- Cozy

[dfortrafalgar]

Envious

Law x OC

Law is caught red-handed being jealous over someone who isn't even his... yet.

A/N- i wrote this a few months ago specifically for my own OC! I attached a cringe reference pic of her at the bottom of this fic, and me being my own worst critic, i really need to redraw her better at some point LOL. crazy how much you can change after only a few months, but i digress. I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to work on requests, so in the meantime I'm going to go back to posting some things that have been sitting in my google docs not yet published to here. thank you all for your patience!!!

Law was a calm man.  He was a level-headed man.  He thought before he spoke, meticulously planning every moment of his life down to the most minute details.  He was stone-faced, unmoving, unwavering.

And yet, he sat at the table in the Polar Tang’s galley, a coffee mug gripped so hard in his hands his knuckles were white, as his sharp, golden eyes stared across the room from him.  His jaw was clenched as tight as a vice.

“Captain, what in the world is your problem?”  Across the table with a newspaper in his hands, was Penguin, who had finally taken notice of Law’s threatening aura in front of him.  Law didn’t respond to the question, instead continuing to stare daggers at whatever was in his direct line of sight.  Penguin placed the paper down, turning his head over his shoulder to follow Law’s vision.

In the common area directly across from the galley sat Bepo on the floor, rolled onto his side, mouth wide open as snores exited his nostrils at a rhythmic pace.  Nuzzled up impossibly close to the large polar bear was Ruža, boiler suit zipped down to her waist, sleeves tied around her hips as she instead used Bepo’s ample amount of fur as a space warmer.  Her long hair was tied into a tight bun.  She was sprawled out along Bepo’s belly, head resting under the bear’s chin, a content smile on her face as she dozed off within her crewmate’s comfortable heat.

Penguin turned back around to face Law, a devilish smirk crawling across his eyes.  “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.  And of Bepo out of everyone!”

“Will you keep your voice down?” Law quipped back, voice hushed, yet harsh.  

His mate laughed at his captain’s behavior.  “Never took you for the possessive type.”

“I’m not possessive,” Law grumbled, finally releasing the death grip he had on his mug and instead using his hand to pull the brim of his hat downward, covering his eyes.

A hard thump resounded next to him as the bench of the table rattled.  “You sleep on Bepo all the time, and so does the rest of the crew.  Why is it a problem when Ruža does it?”  The new voice, Shachi, followed his statement by taking a generous bite out of the bread he had retrieved from the kitchen.

Penguin responded for Law.  “He wants to be the one on top of Ru–”

Law’s motions were quicker than lightning, reaching across the table, grabbing the discarded newspaper in his fist, and whacking Penguin over the head with it to shut him up.  The two men burst into a cacophony of laughter.  They both knew better than anyone that Law meant absolutely no harm with his actions, he just had difficulty expressing his emotions.  Extreme difficulty, at that.  The laughter from Shachi and Penguin was enough to wake the mink across the room and the girl sleeping against his fluffy chest.  Bepo yawned, forgetting about Ruža draped underneath him and sat up, causing her to startle awake.

“What’s all the noise for?  I was having a good dream,” Bepo uttered, sleep still heavy on his tongue.  

Beside him, Ruža sat up, stifling her own massive yawn.  She awkwardly got to her feet, unwrapping her sleeves from around her hips and re-buttoning her boiler suit.  She turned to face the three in the galley across the room from them, smiling at the sight of Shachi and Penguin covering their mouths in vain attempts to smother their laughter as Law sat hunched over, both hands now gripping his fluffy hat, pushing it so far down his face that the entire upper half was obscured, leaving just his clenched lips visible.

The woman turned to Bepo, helping the animal off the floor.  “Thank you for the wonderful nap, Bepo!”  She turned on her heel to exit the galley, refreshed and ready to continue her tasks for the day.  

Bepo finally approached the table, plopping himself down next to Penguin who was wiping tears from his obscured eyes.  “Seriously, why are you guys laughing?”

“Captain was jealous of you,” Shachi said, his mouth curled into a wide grin.  “Because Ruža was napping with you.”

“Aw, Captain, you should just tell her you want to nap with her!  I’m sure she’d say yes, she just likes to nap on me because I’m so fluffy and you’re so boney,” Bepo casually spurted, innocent beady eyes matching well with the wide, toothy smile on his muzzle.  Penguin almost spit his coffee out at the backhanded comment.

Law groaned, his head dropping into his arms, hat being shoved off his head.  “Thanks for the encouragement, Bepo.”

Shachi nonchalantly rubbed his captain’s back.  “There, there, big guy, it’s alright.”

“Uhm…”

A new voice alerted the four friends toward the opposite doorway to the galley.  The masked helmsman, Hakugan, awkwardly stood in the entranceway, using his upper body to hold the heavy steel door open.  “Captain, you’re needed in the bridge for a quick maintenance check.  Sorry if I’m… interrupting something.”

Law was on his feet, hat situated back on his head faster than the speed of light.  His hand grabbed his sword that was left leaning against the wall, leaving his half-empty coffee mug completely abandoned as he followed Hakugan out of the galley.

His three friends watched him go, knowing smiles on their faces.

“He’s totally in love with her,” Penguin sighed, dreamily.

“Why won’t he say anything, though?” Bepo’s question was innocuous enough.

“You know how bad he is with feelings.  He’d rather die than be vulnerable with anyone,” Shachi responded, dropping his chin into his hand.

The conversation quickly dissipated, and the three finished their drinks and food before scattering for their own afternoon work.

—

A few days had passed since Law got called possessive.  Jealous.

The raven-haired man was staring at himself in the mirror of the crew washroom, hands clutching the sides of the metal sink as he gazed into his own face.  He wasn’t jealous.  How could he be jealous of his best friend?  Everyone loved cuddling with Bepo, how couldn’t you?  Law wasn’t jealous.  He didn’t own Ruža, no one did, and he’d rather swallow hot coals than ever make her feel like she was stuck in that situation again.  He wasn’t jealous.  He wasn’t–

“Captain?”

Law jolted.  In the mirror’s reflection, the person he wanted to see the least was behind him, leaning against the open door.  Ruža’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern, blue eyes shooting daggers into his back.

“Ruža, sorry, I’ll get out of your way.”  Law quickly grabbed his hat from the countertop beside him, turning around to attempt to get out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, sans using his devil fruit (he didn’t want to look that pathetic).  

“Are you alright, Law?” Ruža gently grabbed at the sleeve of his coat as he passed her.  “You look feverish.”

Law couldn’t bear to bring his eyes to meet her bright ones.  His heart was hammering so wildly behind his ribcage that he was scared it might give out.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he muttered blankly, staring off into nothing.  He bit down the disappointment that he felt as Ruža’s hand fell from its grip on his clothing.

“Okay…” she replied, though clearly unconvinced.  “Let us know if you need any help with anything.”  She finally entered the washroom after him, going straight to the medicine cabinet to grab her toothbrush.

With her back to him, Law silently turned his head toward her.  His eyes landed on the tattoo still imprinted at the base of her neck, exposed by her tied-up hair, his saliva catching in his throat.  The last thing he wanted was for her to feel trapped in this steel submarine she now called home, trapped with him.  She needed to be free.

But the smell of her shampoo lingering in the air after she passed him was making it very difficult for him to come to his senses, as not only himself, but as a captain.  Ducking his head, he finally took long strides away from the washroom.

—

“Ikkaku, have you noticed something wrong with Law lately?”  Ruža was hanging up her boiler suit on a hook on the wall, shedding her clothes from the day for something much more comfortable.  

Behind her, Ikkaku was changing into her own loungewear, tight, curly hair tied into two buns.  The two being the only women on the crew meant that they had the privilege of their own bunkroom, away from the 20-something other men that they lived with.  Ruža joining the crew made Ikkaku elated, excited to have not only a roommate, but a new girlfriend at that.  And the two of them sharing the privacy of their own room meant their more personal discussions stayed far away from the prying eyes of their crass male crewmates.

“Now that you mention it, he’s seemed pretty uptight lately,” Ikkaku murmured, wiping her face down with a damp cloth.

“I feel like I did something to make him upset, earlier I saw him in the washroom and he wouldn’t even look at me.”  Ruža’s voice was laced with discomfort, clearly sullen about the events from earlier in the day.

“What could you even have done?” Ikkaku asked, finally turning to face her friend.  The curly-haired woman already knew about the deep crush Ruža had on their stone-faced captain, being her only confidant in her emotional turmoil.  “You’ve never said or done anything bad to him before.”

“That’s what I’m wondering about!” Ruža responded with an exasperated huff.  “He’s impossible to read, and he never tells anyone what he’s thinking, so if I did do something to upset him he won’t tell me no matter how hard I pry.”

Ikkaku flopped face first into her mattress, rolling onto her side and watching as Ruža pulled a baggy shirt over her head.  “When did he start acting so off?”

“Uhm… a few days ago I think.”  The redhead sat on her own bed, falling onto her back and gazing dimly at the metallic ceiling above her.

“Did anything happen then?”

It took the blue-eyed woman a few minutes to think about the previous day’s events.  “I took a nap with Bepo in the common room a few days ago, and Shachi, Penguin, and Law were having a conversation that woke us up, and that’s when he started acting weird, I think.”

Ikkaku pondered intensely over her friend’s words.  Shachi and Penguin having a laugh at Law’s expense was nothing short of common on the Polar Tang, the two of them being Law’s closest friends but also his greatest annoyance.

Ruža’s voice piped up again.  “Maybe it was because I was napping during the day?”

“No, that can’t be it, Law naps on Bepo all the time so he’d be a hypocrite for getting mad at you over that,” Ikkaku responded.

“Maybe he wanted to nap with Bepo and I was in the way,” offered the red-head.

A light bulb suddenly flicked on within Ikkaku’s skull.  She sat up on her bed with a start, making Ruža jump in surprise.  Wide, brown eyes trained on startled blue ones.

“Maybe he was jealous that you were resting with Bepo and not him.”

It took Ruža a few moments to process her crewmate’s words.  “No, that can’t be it.”

“Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t like me that way!  I’m a crew member, a subordinate.  I’m nowhere close to his rank, and even then that’d be pushing his duty as a captain.”  Ruža was immediately on the defensive with a tight frown.  “As much as I want that to be the case, there’s no way that can be it.”

Ikkaku grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Who says?  Law’s not the kind of guy to keep himself above everyone, we’re all equal in this tin can.  Penguin and Shachi make out in the supply closet all the time and no one bats an eye.”

“Penguin and Shachi have been making out in supply closets since they were teenagers.  Their scenario is different.”  Ruža sat herself up now, leaning back on her hands.  After a few tense moments, she released a pent-up exhale.  “I really want Law to like me the way I like him, but it’s wishful thinking.  He’s not that kind of guy, and he definitely doesn’t seem like the kind of person to get jealous.”

Ikkaku hummed.  “I don’t know, I have an inkling.  But, I don’t know him as well as Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin do, so I feel like if you really want an answer, you’ll have to go through them.  Even if it’s not some cute lovey-dovey romance situation, they might at least be able to help you figure out what you did wrong, if anything.”

Ruža glanced off to the side.  “You’re right, probably.”

“Probably?!” Ikkaku gasped, feigning offense.  “I’m always right!”

This got Ruža to finally crack a tired smile, a breathy laugh leaving her lungs.  “Okay, yeah, you’re always right.”

Their conversations continued until the lights went out.  Instead of sleeping, however, Ruža was laid on her back, staring blankly at the dark ceiling above her head.  Her lips quivered nervously.

—

“Shachi,” a hushed whisper alerted the ginger man’s attention from his porthole washing.  He turned his head left, then right, searching for the source of the noise.  “Behind you, dummy,” the voice came again, from behind him.  He finally turned around, spotting the nervous expression of Ruža peeking from around the corridor.  

“Why are you acting like you’re spying?  Just get over here!”  Shachi beckoned her over, and she complied without a word, slowly ambling her way over to where her older crewmate was working.  “Is everything alright?  Your eye bags look like they’re about to go on a longhaul trip.”

“I wanted to ask you something,” she replied, voice small.  She knew her eye bags were atrocious, she didn’t get a lick of sleep the night previous.

Shachi nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“Did I do something to upset Law?”

“Huh?”

Ruža paused, staring at the tinted shades that constantly covered the man’s eyes.  “What do you mean ‘huh’?  He hasn’t wanted to make eye contact with me in like a week now.  I want to know what I did wrong and figured you might know… you or Penguin.”

Shachi pinched the bridge of his crooked nose in between his fingers.  “Law is such an idiot, I swear.”  He dropped his hand, planting it firmly on his crewmate’s stiff shoulder.  “He’s not mad at you, I promise.”

“Then why is he acting like this?”

“Because he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings.  He was jealous that you were napping with Bepo last week.”

Shachi’s words made the neurons in Ruža’s brain brown out.  Her jaw was slack, staring blankly at the man in front of her.  Ikkaku was right on the money.  She was always right.

“If you’re gonna get anything out of him, you have to corner him like a cat and force him to talk.  How else do you think he managed that alliance with Straw Hat?  That kid forced Law around against his will and in the end everything worked out.”  Shachi smirked.

“I’m not gonna drag him around like a dog,” Ruža muttered, hiding her flushed face in her hands.  “But… I want to try to talk to him.  I got no sleep last night because of this.  Clearly.”

Shachi patted the woman’s shoulder a few extra times before finally releasing his supporting grip on her.  “Let me know if you need anything else, alright?  You got this.”  He flashed her a toothy grin.

Finally having a few answers, Ruža felt her shoulders relax, a relieved smile on her face.  “Thank you, Shachi, you’re the best.”

—

The day dragged on slower than a ship on the Calm Belt, and no one had seen Law for the entire duration.  Not at breakfast, snack time, or dinner.  Someone claimed they saw the man make a mad dash from his office to the galley for food, but no one could back up that claim.  He was like a cryptid among his own crew.

Regardless, that evening, Ruža stood face-to-face with the hand-painted plastic sign that he kept hung up on the heavy metal door to his office.

DO NOT ENTER.  I AM WORKING.

‘Obviously,’ thought the woman with a frown.

With a trembling hand, she reached up and knocked three times on the door, cringing at the way the heavy sound screeched through the desolate hallway of the submarine.  She waited a few moments in deafening silence.  No answer.  Her hand faltered, but she knocked again, louder this time.

“Read the sign,” yelled a clearly agitated voice from within the closed off room.

“I can read just fine, Captain,” Ruža responded, surprising herself with the sass on her tongue.

More uncomfortable silence followed, before the sound of a screeching chair could be heard.  Slow footsteps approached the steel door, and Ruža backed up apprehensively, heart beating wildly as she anticipated the door opening.  It did, a tiny crack, allowing the glaring light from the hallway to shine off of Law’s weary face.  His eye bags were worse than her’s, and his hair clearly hadn’t been washed in some time.

He stared at the woman outside of his door for a few agonizing moments before simply saying, “Yeah?”

Ruža pursed her lips.  “I wanted to talk to you.  It’s imperative.”  Law didn’t need to know that she had been practicing that last word in the mirror for the better part of 20 minutes.  Instead, she kept her shoulders back, chin held high, attempting to assert herself in front of her brooding captain who she was madly, desperately, incredibly in love with.  She was failing miserably.

Law looked past the way her lips quivered and her arms trembled at her sides, as well as her own sleepless appearance.  He silently opened the door to his office a bit wider, inviting her inside.  Her apprehensive steps followed him, and she closed the door behind her, standing against it as she watched her captain meander back to his desk, plopping himself in his chair before leaning forward to rest his head in his hands.

“I want to hear from you why you’ve been ignoring me.”  Ruža tried to suppress the way her voice trembled on its journey into the air.  “I have my suspicions, but I want to hear it from you.”

Law bowed his head, the shadow from his bangs concealing his eyes from her vision.  “What are your suspicions?”

Ruža was very quickly growing impatient, not helped by her lack of proper sleep.  “That you were jealous that I was napping with Bepo.  Shachi told me, but if that’s the case, I want to hear the truth from you, no one else.”

Law was worried that the sound of his hammering heart beat would be audible from across his office.  His own fingers were trembling with nerves, he never in a million years thought he would ever be in a situation like this one.  He did everything possible in his attempts to close himself out from intimate, personal connections, losing one too many people for his liking.  And yet, a woman stood before him (well, behind him), who held his weary heart in a grip so warm and caring that he almost didn’t want it back.

The red-haired woman waited patiently for her captain to respond.

“Yeah,” was all he was able to breathlessly mutter.

Ruža waited for him to continue.

“I was jealous.  But I shouldn’t have been.”

“And why were you jealous?” she demanded.  “The entire crew loves napping with Bepo.  Tell me why it’s different when I do it.”

Now it was Law’s turn to grow progressively more agitated.  His teeth clenched within his closed mouth.  “Do I really have to say it?”

“If it’s really this hard for you, then you don’t have to bother.  I’m just tired of you acting like I don’t even exist.  We’re in a damn submarine, it’s a bit hard not to feel ignored.”  Ruža’s voice had softened only slightly.  She was aware of her captain’s emotional issues, she knew bits and pieces of why he held everyone at three arms lengths away from him.  She knew that the tattoo she had forcibly inked on the back of her neck was a disturbing sight for him, just as it was a painful scar for her.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Law finally leaned back in his chair.  He closed his eyes, tossing his head back, breathing shallowly through his nose.  “I know it was immature of me to treat you like that, Ruža, I’m sorry.”  He rotated his head only slightly to glance towards the woman at his door, gazing at her with golden eyes that were filled with an unspoken agony.

“It’s okay,” was all she said back.

An idea popped into Law’s anxiety-ridden mind.  He slowly pulled open one of the messy drawers of his desk, procuring a wrinkled blank piece of paper.  Pulling a pen from a cup on his desk, he pulled the cap off and started scribbling frantically onto the paper.  In his head, the vision of Corazon writing on slips of paper to communicate while he was pretending to be mute flashed through his vision.  If Law couldn’t muster up the courage to vocalize the three little words bouncing aimlessly through his skull, then he’d just write them down.

The scratching of pen against paper finally ceased, and Law stood, keeping his head low as he passed the paper underside-up toward Ruža, who carefully took it from his hand.  Flipping it around, she began to scan the words sloppily written on the front.

Ruža clenched the paper within her shaky fingers.  The words she herself had been afraid to say were written at the top.  I love you.

The silence was palpable, so thick you couldn’t even slice a sword through it.  Shockingly, however, a light, airly laugh infiltrated the space.  Ruža’s face was flushed a bright, rosy red, and her mouth was twisted into a nervous, childlike grin as she tried with all her might to keep down the nervous laughs that were forming in her chest.  She couldn’t help it, small giggles escaping her lips as her shoulders shuddered with the effort of keeping them in.  Law picked his head up, staring with a mixture of shock and bewilderment.  He poured his heart out onto a piece of paper, and she was laughing at him.

“I’m not laughing at you, Law,” she finally managed to say.  “I love you.”

The formidable captain of the Heart Pirates, one of the most wanted men in the world, nervously swallowed the glob of spit that had formed in the back of his throat.  “You… you do?”

“Yeah.”  Her response mirrored his curt words from the short minutes prior.  “I was so scared that I did something to upset you.”

“God, no, you could never,” Law replied, breathlessly.  He felt 100 pounds lighter, like he could float away on the slightest breeze.  The three words that had cursed him for almost 20 years of his life now held a new weight to them.  A new, liberated weight.

The woman in front of him, with a nervous, giddy smile dancing across her lips, eyes closed tightly with the force of her infectious smile, held his heart so tightly in her grasp and she didn’t even know it.  Not yet, at least.  That would come with time.

Ruža broke the silence.  “Can I please hug you?”

Law felt the corners of his own mouth twitch upwards.  “Of course.”

The red-head closed the distance within a few short steps, hiding her face within Law’s chest, still giggling like a child over the sudden revelation.  She kept the paper held firmly in her hand as she wrapped her arms around his torso.  Law’s scruffy chin found its perch on the crown of her head, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils and clouding his mind with a bliss he had never experienced before.  He couldn’t fight his smile any more, letting it consume him, the same way he accepted the way his heart beat uncontrollably within Ruža’s presence.

“I’m sorry I’m laughing, I can’t help it,” she mumbled, the sound muffled by her face squished in the fabric of his sweatshirt.

His hands found their place around her shoulders, his left hand involuntarily coming up to rest on the back of her neck, covering her tattoo with his own inked hand.  “It’s okay,” he responded, his words quiet and soft.  “This is all new to me.”

“It’s new to me, too.”

The two stood in the same position for what felt like hours before Ruža finally (though regrettably) backed away slightly.  Law’s hands slipped off her shoulders, but his fingers gingerly brushed along her tattoo.

“We don’t have to do anything about this if you don’t want to.  I know with you being the captain and everything makes this kind of weird.”  Ruža’s eyebrows angled in a way that made her appear almost sad at a reality that hadn’t even happened yet.

It took Law a few moments to really form his response.  “No, I… I think I want to try.  I don’t know what to do, though.”

“Me neither.”

Now it was Law’s turn to laugh.  “We’re fucking hopeless.”

“Tell me about it.”

Ruža gazed longingly at the paper she still held in her hands, eyes repeatedly glossing over the three words at the top.  Law could get used to the way her bright eyes softened, as if not believing that what she was reading was the truth.  In the back of her mind, the reason she had even shown up to his office in the first place pushed itself back to the forefront.

“So about you being jealous…”

[besly1]

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Uhh and stuff I like: random stuff, gay gay gay, coconut water (yummy) insects and buggies (I love moths btw oh and MY BIG BRO HAS A PET STICKBUGHER DID YOU KNOW DID YOU KNOW) evil kitty, cat, cattos, kittens, meow meow, eating fish curry, spicy ramen, peach ring gummies and sour stuff, especially nuclear and very unhealthy radioactive ahh gummi candy, making bracelets, kandi and diy stuff, mfs with a good fashion sense, goth, scene, decora, lolita mfs, and I also like it when people dont ignore me and actually try to include in in conversations and social interactions and make me feel like an alive person haha OH OH AND I LOVE SHARKS, I LOVE JELLYFISHOS, I LOV CLOWFISHOS, mmmmMAN I love fishies fish are cool I wana be a marine biologist when I grow up yay! Man I LOVE STINGRAYS I LOVE SQUIDS I LOVE SEALS YEAAJAHAHAHAJ OHH YEAHHH and I like biting and chewing things, I like theatre and acting, I like jello, I like my friends! I like my siblings, ouh and I'm unironically into cringe brainrot. Like I mean, using the phases a middle schooler would idk guys it's just so sigma.. And I LIKE A LOTTA STUFF AND I OBVIOUSLY LOVEEEEEEE MUSIC!!!

ouh and stuff I dislike: people who try to constantly convert me to christanity (I'm talking about you noah I know you're seeing this you filthy stalker), sigma moai and wine emoji mfs who think it's funni to disrespect wamen (I'M ON TO YOUUU >:P) people who hate therians and furries, or cosplayers (they r so cool why r u being mean) zoophiles, racists, paraphiles and JUST PEOPLE WHO ARE MEAN LIKE STOP REAL LIFE IS BAD ALREADY WHY ARE YOU RUINING OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES ONLINE TOO!!! and oh, I hate fatherless jokes, I used to laugh at them untill one day my annoying ahh classmate said that to my friend, and I literally found out her dad died, I hate insensitive jerks but honestly I'm kinda bad too. I mean, nobodys good! I bet everyone's secretly a bit of a jerk from the inside, sorry for the weird ass rant- ahaa- also I don't like onions and tomatoes. I don't think that was important. But whatever. (Holy yappington CALM DOWN) oh ye and mfs who support Israel and Russia like nuh uh what the sigma is wrong w/ u... :(

ALSO, ARTISTS I LISTEN TO YIPEPEPE my music taste is VERY random ok don't judge me.

1. Alex G (My 2nd fav!! <3)

2. Mitski

3. Marina

4.Dresden dolls

5.Femtanyl

6.MOTHER

7.Stomach Book

8.Sodikken

9.Jimmy Urine

10.The stupendium

11.Tally hall

12.Lemon Demon

13. Miracle Musicals

14. Will wood and the tapeworms

15. Melanie Martinez (I don't support her)

16. Literally every single vocaloid, but for now mainly MARETU, Gumi, Masa works design, kasane teto, and ghost and pals

17.TV Girl

18.Mac DeMarco

19.Eyedress

20. Tyler The Creator

21.Rio Romeo

22.Mother Mother

23.Jack Stauber

24.Tame Impala

25. Dazey and the scouts

26.McCafferty

27.Gigi Perez

28.The Neighbourhood

29. Arctic Monkeys

30.Every single breakcore artist (I'm not kidding)

31. Sewerslvt

32. Rebzyyx

33.Machine Girl

34.Odecore artists, Odetari, 6arelyhuman (I don't support them either) Lumi Athena etc.

35. Radiohead

36. AND EVERY SINGLE MUSIC ARTIST THAT USED TO MAKE FANDOM RELATED SONGS IN YOUR CHILDHOOD. Cg5, the living tombstone, dagames, or30, JT music, Griffinila, ck9C, and welp, more. I used to be a gacha undertale, batim, fnaf, tattletail, insert every single mascot horror game here and baldi kid. Yeah. You can kinda tell.

Oh, and my all time favourite artist for now is mindless self indulgence!!!! :> ofc i dont support em either :(( I just like the music maneee whar the sigma why does every kool music artist have to be weird insife ugh

38. Ouhh, and alsooo Adrienne Keller/Big Thief!!

NOW THAT'S DONE-..

Also, content warning(s)!

- I may post gore art, body horror, creepy and disturbing analog horror art and about sensitive topics related to violence and much darker things! Mainly about my OC's very traumatized ahh and edgy sad backstories.. Or even ventposts.

- most of the times I use flashing lights, triggering themes and VERY bright colours (like, REALLY!!) in my colourscheme.

- But overall if there's something else even more messed up, I'll always keep in mind to tag that in my posts or use a content Label so don't worry!! ^_^

-Oh, and I will warn you that I am a very unserious goofy and freaky deaky person and I may very much use bad werds. If that triggers you, sorry. don't tell my mom pls...

-I MAY OR MAY NOT POST NS/W (well, kinda. It'll just be plain artistic nude art, FOR PRACTICE REASONS!!! not straight up... uhh.. Yknow.) ART IN THE FUTURE FOR ANATOMY PRACTICE. I WILL USE CONTENT LABELS BUT I DON'T WANT TO JUMPSCARE ANYONE SO I'M JUST SAYING. Other than that I am COMPLETELY A SFW ARTIST 😭 I mean dawg I'm a minor whar

So now that's that, here are some rules regarding my art cuz I'm a damn nerd 🤓🤡👆

Please don't try to remove my watermarks and repost my art. Most of the times I don't even use a watermark (cuz I'm lazy..) but when I do, it's gonna quite literally be impossible to remove it since I use noise, ai blockers, and hide it in like 60 morbillion small places disguised as minor details.. (MUEHEHEH.. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!!!)

Please don't give me art requests of weird stuff.. Oh, and sometimes, (SOMETIMES.. OKAY- NOT ALL TIMES-) I can even draw your ocs and fav characters for FREE!!1!1 cuz I don't have a job and uhh I'm just bored yeah.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASEEEEE GIVE ME CREDITS IF YOU USE MY ART AS YOUR PFP OR HEADER IMAGE!!

Oh yeah, and FEEL FREE TO REBLOG THANK YOAUUAUAUA

And I guess that's all.. Idk.

THANK YOU FOR READING MY YAPPOLOGY, I LOVE YOU!!! 🩶🩶 BYE BYE :3

[neonzparkoflife]

Howdy! (Uhhh is that too midwest 🐄 of me???? Should I have said yo or something..?🧢) i'm 🌟neonzparklezZz🌟 (call me neon 😼🌈) the absolute WORST overthinker ever..=_= i also dont know how to use tumblr or the internet in general so be patient with me while I relay this —> ⚠️VERY IMPORTANT⚠️ <— information!!! 👓

I've been writing for almost 6️⃣ years, roughly 5️⃣ of them are fanfiction specific... lets see if I can recall every fandom...... haikyuu, dsmp(sorry), aot, genshin, crk, fnaf, voltron, tmnt, mp100, sonic, and most recently, SOUTH PARK!!! ✅ • I've written for MORE fandoms 😼 I never posted as well, been in other fandoms I never created content for, and written soooooo many original characters and universes!!! :D 📈

As it stands right now 😽 I would guess I have about !70! published fics on ao3 but I go through phases of MEGA CRINGE GUILT that make me delete or orphan everything on my accounts every few years. In my notes (right now) I have ≈ROUGHLY≈ 70 unwritten ideas floating around, ranging from my explanation of really big universes with deep lore and characters to short stories based on songs I like :))) 👽☄️

Now I NEED a ranting outlet before I go 💥INSANE💥

I REALLY felt the need to introduce myself, give an excuse for whatever NONSENSE comes out of this, and apologize in advance. 😸😺😸😽 -–—I'm mostly just gonna be giggling 😹 and goofing off 🎊 about my expert metaphors and symbolism, good and bad au ideas, HEADCANONS GALORE, just general writing quirks and advice that helps me, the occasional song lyric analysis/assignment or things I enjoy about writing! 🧪🎾 ^x_X^

IF YOURE STILL ACTUALLY READING THANK YOU.....!!!!!!!!! X3 Lately my focus has been on South Park! I like to write mainly about Kenny (🏳️‍🌈stenny🏳️‍⚧️, craig marj/butters and kenny as a friend group 🐀, kyle 💚and🧡 kenny, and a bit of dabbling with the mccormick siblings) but I am also the creator of WENDJORINE and if anyone tells you otherwise it's a LIE 🔮...•° Whatever. More on them later.?? I also like Clybe and Creek but I D0 find myself a lot more interested in platonic and sibling relationships >:33

Uhh so.! So like and sub...s..cribe.? For ? Moooore????? Is this thing on 🎤🎤 can you guy..z hear... meee...... 🗣️ 🎤🐕⁉️❓...?!

Also ❗️ if anyone in the WORLD 🌍 🌕 wants a writing buddy or likes south park/oc lore we can rant to each other 😈🔥 (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

OH MT GOD IM SO SCARED IM SORRY... 🙀😿 IF YOU WANT ME TO NEVER SPEAK AGAIN JUST SAY SOMETHING AND I WONT IM SORRY.!.??? o_o ///_ ///*

NEONZPARKLEZzZ OUT?!?! 💫☀️🫧

[futurebird]

I love all of the creativity and playfulness of fandoms but have a long dark pretentious streak in my soul that finds getting too invested in anything popular, anything marketed, anything packaged for mass consumption, anything focused-grouped for "demographics" the way that most popular media inevitably is deeply... cringe*.

*And to be clear I also find the concept of anything being "cringe" kind of pointless. Worrying about something being "cringe" is cringe. The whole concept eats itself. And I consider this feeling a bit of a character flaw. But, also it's still there.

Some of the best art I've ever seen has been fanart for shows or movies I know nothing about.

I don't really think the big shows are objectively** much better than the best fanart they inspire. Is the professional gloss of a budget, the power to put the show in front of millions such a big deal?

I think that's why I get so excited by things like the SCP universe and the Backrooms. Despite the best attempts of few, these aren't "properties" they are "IPs" they are just stories and anyone can make them bigger, bring more life to them.

I guess having a big budget show that millions of people have seen does give everyone a touchstone ... something that we have in common. I can laugh at a joke about "Breaking Bad" and so can millions of other people because it's part of popular media. I'm not changing the world by being snooty about that.

And a lot of fan stuff fixes the flaws that come from the "focus-group" quality that mass media often has. I guess it's just another way to engage.

Yes it's more work to engage with OC content. And most original stories just posted online aren't as good as mass media. They can lack the basic competence of story-telling. They can be hard to read. But, sometimes they aren't.

**whatever "objectively" means

[the-bird-brains]

Pinned/Intro

Hello hello once again. This is Indigo and Silver from @th3-n0sta1gic-hiv3 and this is a place for us to discuss our pony existence and stuff. We'll discuss being not mlp ponies (we love the style), what it's like having wings, and other specific stuff about us.

Edit: no donation asks or posts. They will be ignored/deleted and blocked. We don't have the money to give or the social presence.

We're 25. Silver's pronouns are he/him Indigo/Vanilla's pronouns are he/they. Silver is an alicorn and Indie is a pegasus. Species terms/nouns/whatever: horse ones, bird ones, whatever we're figuring it out.

Hi I'm Indigo, I'm using my OC Vanilla Extract as my form in headspace, I really connected with it compared to most OCs I've made or tried. Soo yeah with it I'm now a pegasus, a bird pony. I'm also a ball pit pony (BPP), ie my own species I made, but most of my talks will regard being a pegasus.

Hiya I'm Silver, designed this form ourselves. I'm an alicorn (among other things), a bird pony with magic. Sometimes I have wings sometimes I just have a horn, cause I'm cool like that.

Byf:

We're members of a quoigenic system, we don't care about origins, BUT that doesn't mean we are assholes to those that do. All systems are welcome to interact if they so choose (hate will either be posted with laughs and blocked, or blocked and deleted)

We're adults, NSFW may happen, mostly in writing not much in pics. Alcohol and marijuana/CBD may be mentioned here and there too

We're not mlp ponies, we just connect with the style

kin, therian, introject, not sure on what we qualify as so we'll be using all of them (if we're wrong don't be afraid to tell us politely)

Cringe culture is dead, we are what we are. Don't get pissy cause Silver is a hybrid of a bunch of stuff and Indie's a made up pony species. We both MADE OUR FORMS by choice

DNI: (copied from main)

Radqueers (instant block), transID/transrace/transdisabled/etc You are NOT trans autistic or trans Asian, you either have autism or have Asian descent or you DON'T. (Not saying people say both together this was just 2 examples of what I'm saying to make it clear of what I mean)

Anti endos (this is an endo friendly blog, I do not care about what your system origins are and you shouldn't care what mine are)

Transphobes, people who say enbies and trans men are "just women who are kidding themselves" and call trans women "men in dresses", Homophobes, enby exclusionists, ace and aro exclusionists, pan and bi exclusionists, gatekeepers generally

Pedos, MAPs, whatever other terms, Zoos, basically anyone wanting to fuck someone or something that's morally despicable and don't recognize it or get some kind of therapy for it. Also MIKs and Lolicons/loli "enjoyers"

DDLG, Ageplay, ABDL, and any other very clearly sexual/kink based thing involving someone role playing as a child STAY OFF MY PAGE I do NOT want to see sexual content and people acting as CHILDREN in the same post/statement. Hate how I wrote this? Block me

Anti-therians/otherkin/etc, anti fictives/introjects/etc, anti agere/petre/etc

[vialofgreengoo]

Hi my name is Angie and I’m a really cringe, broke, lazy, annoying emo white boy transmasc 🚬 artist and writer (sort of) 21 he/him. Certified album listener. And… My ask box is open… music recommendations, oc questions… anything. Oc artists… please follow me!

I draw a lot but also nothing at all, all my beloved ocs and nothing else. Writing a comic about a group of really mentally ill young adults living in an evil enchanted forest in northern Appalachia. Content or whatever to come, but warnings for a plethora of sensitive content (I will tag accordingly).

I’m most active under my Instagram (I post art there) and not so much Twitter (we can just be mutuals there idk Twitter scares me) toyhouse artfight

I don’t think people under 16 even use tumblr anymore but uhh -15 please don’t follow me, I check and I’ll block you. Sorry 💔

Another short list of things I like: homoeroticism, when people have funny laughs, foaming soap, yaoi, queer subtext, aesthetics, driving long distances, nostalgia bait. No like: small talk, censorship, tailgaters, jack quaid

[bunnykitty13]

Advice on how you get people interested in your OCs on Tumblr? My fanart blows up but my oc art performs embarrassingly bad 🥲

I just adore your characters (Kitty beloved) and im happy with all the love they get, I want to try build such a nice audience to 💕

Thank you for your time

in my experience as an artist online, fanart will always do better than original art. fanart caters to a preexisting audience so you won't need to provide much context or explanations, so your posts will automatically perform better.

but do not let this stop you from posting your original content!!!!!

never stop talking about your OCs!! never think they're cringe or that nobody but you will care!!! keep posting that original art and i promise someone will stumble upon it and want to know more!

i also found that adding in bits of mystery helps, it really keeps that engagement going if whatever you're posting about your OCs leads to more questions like "why is this character in this situation? how would they react? what context is needed to understand this art?" and it goes up from there :3

and just know that you dont need a big audience, you just need one thats kind and cares about your work and not what you can provide for them. trust me there are plenty of people online that have original content as their primary interest, keep posting ur stuff and it will happen!!

[tavgr0ss]

ABOUT ME !!

hiiii my name is juno or tavros but u can call me junebug or tav if you want ^_^

i'm an artist and writer and am mostly on here to ramble about my interests. this is kinda just my random personal blog. if you like me for more specific things about myself then you can go to @pineandwinec0llective (system and dionysian blog) or @w0lfdogz (therian/puppyboy content.) if u dont care or just wanna see dumb things ab my interests you can totally just stay here!!

my pronouns are it/he and im transmasc. i am an osdd1b system but don't often post ab being a system on here :p

im also queer and asexual so u will definitely find posts about that on here. also!! im an anarchocommunist/anarchocollectivist

DNI

dni if you/youre: a bigot, a trump supporter, a sh/ed tumblr blog, a darkshipper, pro israel, endogenic or any non traumagenic system, non con enjoyers, or just an asshole in general. my dni is pretty whatever if i dont like you i'll just block you

LIKES AND DISLIKES

likes: scott pilgrim, car seat headrest, 1 trait danger, homestuck, eddsworld, steven universe, adventure time/fionna and cake, drawing, writing, art, history, guitar, cool people, other kemonomimis, my friends, my partnersys, other therians and otherkins, non judgemental people, cats, dogs, pets in general, crows, t4t relationships, queer joy, fanart, "weird" headcanons, oc x canon, furries

dislikes: bad weird people, pedos, zoophiles, anti furries, cringe culture, stupid discourse, being hit on, cnc, centrists or "i dont get into politics", transphobia, disrespectful people, being hit on again (please do not hit on me or flirt with me, especially if we barely know each other)

i think thats it!!! dms are always open if you wanna chat or be my friend. i love making new friends but just know:

i'm bad at responding, i might take a while to respond but please dont take it personally