#'hecc i dont know'

[ninjagocrohw]

collected the outfits ive actively designed for morro(not just slapped together without planning)

first one is his canon gi, colour corrected,

that i only ended up using in his initial arrival pages of @juniorjago oops lol. Ill probably use it for flashback stuff to morros babby years

second one is what i designed for him to wear in the post where he apologises to the kids for being a shit

third one is a failed design(yay!) where it was meant to be just. some clothes he threw on, but it looked too. formal? worky? so sCREW IT. he gets a new gi at some point in juniorjago! The fourth is what i ended up going with for this next arc that will EVENTUALLY come about.

[whumpitisthen]

Hello i dont know who needs to hear this but do not post content for notes. This goes for anything, but especially OC content. I see so many people being like "oh tumblr doesn't really like my oc so i guess i shouldn't really post about them... :(" YES THE FUCK YOU SHOULD??? It's made to make y o u happy not randos on the internet! And if the only reason you post anything at all is for notes then while it's your choice and you can do whatever you want, i would advise you to rethink why you even post anything, especially on tumblr of all places, where likes mean nothing more than how many people saw it, and reblogs are a blessing from heaven and happen about 2 times out of 100?? if your creative joy comes solely from the attention of strangers, that isn't the healthiest mindset, and this is the worst possible social media outlet to practice it on. You should create because you want to create, and if low numbers stop you from doing so, take a brake from whatever you need, be it posting, looking at numbers or straight up looking at social media all together.

Anyway, whether you write, draw, animate, edit, compose, whatever, for either a fandom or original content: post for yourself first and foremost, and never, NEVER EVER let notes decide if you want to create more or not. I promise you, you are making some people kind of sad when you say things like "well you didn't give me enough attention so im not gonna post that thing you liked so much anymore." Im sure you dont even realize, but that is basically what it sounds like to the people who did in fact give attention to your unpopular posts.

Im sorry if this sounds mean or like im targeting people who have to beg for a single reblog from the hundreds of people liking their posts, I don't mean it like that at all, its just something ive been seeing a lot more of recently for some odd reason and that i am so physically against that i could tear down a whole building with my bare hands and rage whenever i see it.

[klm-zoflorr]

hes so babygirl <3

[matchablossomhcs]

dead already // young mb in rome fic

The smell of rain on sun-warmed pavement. The shimmer of wet, uneven cobblestone in the yellow street lights. The empty beer cans crumpled along the walls in narrow alleys between houses painted in terracotta orange. The smell of cigarette smoke that always accompanies restaurants and bars open almost until dawn. 

The feeling of being small and unimportant when faced with the magnificent beauty of monuments that once upon a time have witnessed insanely impactful events in the history of the human existence—the wars, the times of greatness, the joys, the sorrows. The columns of emperors, raised in victory, stretching themselves into heavens, their reliefs telling stories where the statues were removed upon the change of rule. The triumph arches, massive in stature, looming over passersby, the statues at their tops regarding the world from all the way up there, reminding the onlookers of the glorious, old days. The churches, with tall towers and long, thin windows when placed in the middle of important piazzas, or pressed in-between buildings with strong facades and heavy doors. 

Kaoru didn’t know what to expect when he first landed in Rome, Italy—but it wasn’t…. this. The grandeur, the sheer strength of the architecture in the city, the impact of five cars honking at the same time, the fountains at every second corner, the plazas emerging suddenly between buildings and alleys. 

He feels out of place. There is no order, at least not as far as he can see. People step into the streets between cars and ignore the loud, honking complaints, and they smoke as they walk, and everyone seem to drink wine for breakfast. Even the weather is unruly—it pours when the bus spits out it’s passengers somewhere in the middle of the city, and then stops suddenly, just when Kaoru finally finds some small store with crates of beer bottles stacked by the entrance. His phone predicts the weather to be somewhere around eleven degrees Celsius, but his hair sticks to the back of his neck and indicates a higher temperature paired with humidity.

His headset ran out of battery as he was waiting on the bus, and he now he wanders the streets with faked confidence, following the little, blue dot of the maps app to the address Kojiro sent him a few days ago. 

New flat, check it out if you are free, the message said. Kaoru hasn’t seen Kojiro since he waved him goodbye at the airport four months ago. He hasn’t seen Kojiro since they hugged by the security at the busy airport in Tokyo, a gesture so familiar, yet suddenly intimate for no reason Kaoru can explain. He hasn’t seen Kojiro since he, overcome by a sudden feeling of utter loss and anxiety pulled at the ugly collar of Kojiro’s ugly shirt and kissed him, square on the mouth, his lips probably quivering in nervousness. He hasn’t seen Kojiro since he made a hmf! sound as Kaoru kissed him, and let out something akin to a whimper when Kaoru pulled away, hurriedly blurting out a last goodbye and storming off.

They’ve talked since then, of course. Their friendship has been built from the ripe age of three, and Kaoru cannot remember a time when he existed without Kojiro. They’re intertwined, whether they like it or not, and Kaoru sees Kojiro in his own habits, just as he sees him in Kojiro’s. 

They can’t be torn apart by a kiss.

They can’t be torn apart by Kojiro moving across the world. 

They can’t be torn apart by anything, and that’s why Kaoru saw the message, opened his laptop, and ordered plane tickets to Italy before typing out a I’ll be there next Wendesday, and the reference number of his flight. 

Kojiro answered with some silly emoji showing surprise, followed by a row of green hearts, and the week passed in a numb anticipation, anxiety, and a surprising lack of planning. Kaoru packed the evening before his flight, pulling clothes out at more or less random, surprising himself at his own willingness to ignore his (apparently not so) strict principles of deciding outfits and folding everything meticulously after the rules of madam Kondo. 

He doesn’t remember the flight, registering only sounds and movement of the masses at the airports, the wait for his bag surprisingly short, the bus trip at his destination surprisingly little annoying. He’s probably running on pure anticipation and adrenaline, and it feels surreal to finally be here, finally walking the same streets Kojiro walks again, the familiarity of a foreign space forming though the knowledge of Kojiro’s existence in this part of the city. 

Another street, another flight of marble stairs with stupidly low, wide steps, more cobblestone and uneven alleys. Some old lady is leaning out a window with a cigarette between her fingers, and someone further down the street is laughing into their phone. 

Kaoru watches as the little, blue dot of his position inches closer and closer to the final destination. If he was more of a romantic, more of a poet—if he was more like Kojiro, he’d think of butterflies in his stomach and the rosy flush of his cheeks as he remembers the warm timbre of Kojiro’s voice.

He isn’t a romantic like Kojiro, so he looks up at the dark sky and the stars, surprisingly clear in this side alley of slippery stone, and some ancient voice of an equally ancient philosopher he read once upon a time echoes in his mind. Something about stars and space and chaos put into order, and how their planet is but one of many, and how insignificant humans are, a mere millisecond on the clock of the world's existence. Maybe the philosopher isn’t that ancient. Maybe he wasn’t a philosopher at all, and maybe it’s just Kaoru’s existentialism showing in his numbing daze of excitement. 

Stop worrying, you dolt, Kojiro said when Kaoru must have let his anxiety show at Kojiro’s announcement about going to Italy to study. If we don’t follow our dreams, we might just as well be dead already. Do something stupid and hope for the best once in a while, he had said, and Kaoru had scolded him for being stupid and reckless.

Yet here he is, a week after that stupid message, four months after kissing Kojiro in some odd spur of the moment, afraid of being dead already as Kojiro so stupidly eloquently put it. 

A dog barks somewhere, a distant conversation pulls him out of his thoughts. Kaoru feels a bit dizzy from staring up at the sky, and he’s glad the alley is dark and empty and no one can judge him. He must look stupid, he knows, and even in his oddly dazed state he’s capable of scolding himself for maybe being a little bit of a romantic after all. 

He walks past more ruins of those grand monuments, the spotlights illuminating old stone a bit dimmer here between buildings, the fence emerging from the wall of a regular building and into the wall of the next one. Kaoru stops to look at it—the ruins, not the stupid fence—and finds himself feeling small again. Someone stood in his exact spot two thousands years ago and looked at the building and didn’t know that Kaoru would be here, two thousand years later, and that they would be coexisting in some odd form of time and space and multiverse that right now is beyond Kaoru’s comprehension.

Somehow, he shakes it off. The ruins will be here tomorrow too, just as they’ve been here, in various states of, well, ruin, for two thousand years. Kaoru’s existentialism is also everlasting, albeit probably for a shorter eternity than the old building. The ruins and his crisis can wait. Kojiro, texting a gotten into town yet? clearly cannot. 

As he reads Kojiro’s name on the message notification, the excitement returns threefold. It makes his fingertips tingle in anticipation, and his cheek flush again. It’s stupid, he tells himself, even though that romantic part of his (that doesn’t exist) is clearly stating otherwise. 

Another street corner, another flight of stairs, this time down and a bit shorter. The steps are crooked and polished by two thousand years of steps (or less, Kaoru doesn’t know the history). The marble is chipped where it meets the buildings it’s nestled between, and it’s nothing short of charming. A fountain is spitting out drinkable water at the bottom of the flight, the proof of the ancient aqueducts still running, more or less uninterrupted, since it was built. The glory of those romans is shown everywhere, from that water, to those alleys planned by someone centuries ago. How is he supposed not to feel absolutely inferior among all this grandeur? How is he supposed not to be dead already, when the architects and creators and great inventors and painters and artists left such a huge impact on the world, and he is but a speck of dust in comparison?

The blue dot on the map reaches its destination. The door is wooden and heavy, and locked. The light above it shines weakly, and it’s too dark for Kaoru to read. Which is your doorbell? he texts, and fumbles with the flashlight on his phone, fingers clumsy (from excitement? from lack of sleep?). His phone vibrates as he shines the flashlight on the brass buttons, trying to read the worn labels. No “Kojiro” on there; maybe he hasn’t put up his name yet, maybe it’s his landlord's name by one of those little buttons. He opens the message from Kojiro to check the answer, and tries to find it on the doorbells.

He never finds it, because he doesn’t have the time to. He’s distracted by quick steps that run on the other side of the wooden door. He never finds it, because suddenly the doors pull open wide, and Kojiro’s frame (was he always this tall?) fills the space. 

His cheeks are flushed, and his hair is messy, as if he’s brushed his hand through it too many times in the same nervous anticipation that is thrumming in Kaoru’s veins. His breath is short as if he ran (he did), and Kaoru’s breath hitches as if mirroring him.

“You’re here,” Kojiro says, and Kaoru doesn’t have any of his usually smart, witty answers to Kojiro’s stupid, unwitty questions. 

“I am,” he simply says, meeting Kojiro’s eyes. They’re shining, like the wet cobblestone, like the once-golden statues on top of the triumph columns now illuminated by spotlights, like the stars that for some reasons are brighter here than back home. 

“You’re here,” Kojiro repeats, and reaches out, and not reaching back simply isn’t an option. The chaos of the city, the planets, the universe, his mind—it’s all unimportant the moment he feels Kojiro’s fingertips against his. The feeling of being small and unimportant burns away under Kojiro’s amazed gaze as he smiles, almost bewildered, fingers closing around Kaoru’s bony wrist. 

Suddenly, he is pressed against Kojiro’s chest (was he always this big????), with Kojiro’s arms around him, and he is anything but small and unimportant—he’s the sun, the ruler on top of the column, the lover of emperor Hadrian that has countless statues in his image and a city called after him.

And as Kojiro finally, finally brings his hands to Kaoru’s cheeks and kisses him, not hurriedly and half-assed like Kaoru did four moths ago but properly, fiercely, mirroring all the emotions Kaoru will never be able to put into words—Kaoru has never felt more alive.

also to be found on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43434849

[tahnisreu]

this just in. i dont know a single gatdam thing about addi. i just write her.

[tonberry-yoda]

Anasui headcanons because canonically he is my boyfriend

lets just pretend that jolyne in the gif is actually me

he 100% steals all of your skincare and hair care

which in turn means he smells really flippin good

a little girly, but who doesnt love a feminine man???

is WAY TOO ROMANTIC

which isnt a problem, but sometimes it can feel cheesy as hecc

which again, isnt a problem (at least to me ;) )

will steal your makeup and underwear as well

just know that he will take everything from you

if you wear a really nice bra and you're looking for it, the first place you should check is anasui's boobs because i guarantee this man took it

run your hands all over him pretty please because he will literally do anything for you if you do

will call you his deity/god/goddess

braid or run your fingers through his hair and tell him how pretty he is

he's like a cat, he just expects a lot of love at random moments

random, but i think he would have beautiful handwriting

always expect little gifts wherever. sure, it seems a little stalky, but like... it's anasui (tonberry, that's not an excuse smh)

he will appear out of nowhere and just press little kisses all over your cheeks leaving you with lipstick marks all over your cute little face

he will not stop telling you how beautiful are and how much he loves you

he literally names random things that he thinks are beautiful about you and whenever that happens, whatever insecurity you had before is chucked out the window

pinch his butt

just trust me

steal his clothes. revenge, baby

call him little names and he will do it back, but then it's just a roundabout of you calling each other hot names and then it turns into cringy little couple names

you dont care though, it's cute

like you'll be like, "hey baby, could you grab me a bowl from the cabinet" and he'll be like "sure, pumpkin, anything for you." "thank you, love." "anything for you, doll." "you're the best, cutie pie." "no you are, sugar loaf~" <3

just know that he will ask you to marry him 3 weeks into dating and you have to explain that it's not the time

and then end up marrying him anyway <3

~~~~~

jjba masterlist --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[yaspup9000]

By Popular demand, here’s some of my LPS Hot takes

Some of the later pets weren’t That bad. Like yea I do agree that the tv show based toys from like 2013-2016 weren’t that great and kinda fugly looking, but with some of the 2020 pets, why yes not as iconic as the 2000s lps that we know and love, I still believe some people were really harsh on some of these pets cuz like they did look really cute tho! My only problem with the pets was the fact they had names tbh 2. Not every g2 lps molds were perfect. Some really good examples of older lps molds being kinda ugly were the first Jack Russel and poodle molds. I’ve also mentioned about the skunk/Squrriel molds were pretty lazy since it’s just the same mold . They didn’t even try to make them different from each other. Like say what you will but at least with some of the newer pets between 2013-2020 they were at least trying to make the skunk and squirrel molds different from each other. also the opossum molds was not all that great tbh..

3. The worse thing that ever happened to lps was the Blythe loves lps toy line. No joke idk why they thought this was good. I mean if you guys loved the Blythe dolls that’s fine, to me I always found them off putting since well, they just didn’t fit personally. Like you’re the one who’s caring the pets or this is a world where it’s run by pets. There was never any mention about humans tbh. Again this is prob coming from bitter younger me lol. But in all seriousness though, never really liked Blythe dolls tbh

4. People need to Chill out about the some of the rerelease of lps. Yes I understand, I’m just as nervous and excited as the rest of you guys however I genuinely feel as if people are really making a mountain out of a hill over some prototypes and a blind bag. Like I understand that everyone’s burned out by bad decisions after bad decisions within the lps Franchise. And yes blind bags are overused and annoying however, Guys.. they’re not just gonna make only just blind bags, they’re gonna do other stuff for lps soon just be patient. Not to mention at the end of the day, they’re still just silly little pets for kids. Can you critique the toys? Of course! But just remember that it ain’t that deep. 5. They should bring back that one brown poodle mold

yes this one! its cute as hecc! and i wish they would bring this back 6. This cat isn't a "Wolf-Cat" Its a maine coon. This isn't even an opinion or anything, i just wanna let people know that its suppose to be a maine coon. also the actual "wolf-cat" is called Lykoi and idk how that breed of cat would look as an lps.

7. the main reason back in 2013 Lps was having a reboot was due to MLP having a reboot. that's just my theory tho.

8. I feel like a lot of people keep forgetting that 90s LPS exist. Like whenever people say "g1" they don't think about the kenner Lps toys, they were thinking about the 2000's lps that was popularized by hasbro. and tbh that kinda sucks.. cuz why yes the kenner toys were more into realism, i still geninually, like the kenner lps figures they were rad.

9. The sticker eyes lps were cute, I actually liked them 10. One pet peeve I had with LPS popular, is that technically, Brook should of been arrested or at least suspended since she did attack Savannah first. Not to mention, doesn't this school have like cameras or something!? i know this has been years since I've watched LPS popular but like, bruh, Why don't her parents believe her!

Umm.. I dont really have any other opinions nor thoughts at the moment. idk feel free to ask me anything lps related and I'll give my honest opinions.

[vala-dreams]

Guys I've experienced another ✨thought✨

I've been thinking about my siren oracle percy hc and I just got major feral percy vibes for some reason??

Anyway I've decided to add another hc on now.

yk how fish migrate from place to place?

(Can you see where I'm going with this?)

So what if percy migrates too?

Maybe while he still didn't know he was a demigod, during a particular season he would always have this itchy uncomfortable feeling under his skin and this strange longing to go somewhere but he didn't know where so he was just stuck with this uncomfortable feeling and insatiable wanderlust that frustrated him to no end.

And then the events of the first book happen and he goes on the quest and he gets the lighting bolt back and the olympus scene happens and yadda yadda yadda. but at the end of the scene when Poseidon and percy talk Percy just randomly blurts out that he feels uncomfy as hecc in this particular season (I haven't decided which season yet) cause he gets nervous and his mouth works faster than his brain. And then Poseidon just smiles and tells him to get in the sea when that happens and there's that.

So when the time finally rolls around, Percy hesitates a bit but ends up jumping into the sea anyway because of how crappy he felt AND HOLY HERA THE WATER FEELS DIVINE (heh divine) and his instincts just take over and he just kicks off and swims far away and it's the best thing he's ever felt in his life.

And during his first migration thing he grows more feral. Inhuman even. His teeth turn into wickedly shap fangs (curved backwards for holding struggling fish/prey), his nails transform into claws, his legs meld into a tail with deadly serrated fins, and his instincts grow even wilder. When the migration period (which I imagine is like 2-3 moths) comes to a close and he swims home he still has all those feral traits.

And now CHB has to deal with this terrifying siren feral Percy which is somehow even worse than the random siren songs that are sometimes prophecies thing.

Until Sally furiously prays to Poseidon and threatens to castrate him if he doesn't give Percy his legs and logical reasoning back. So now Percy can switch between having leg mode and tail mode and can think a little less feral now. (He's still feral tho)

Imagine situations like this tho:

Paul, blissfully unaware to the existence of Greek gods: * runs into the house panicked* SALLY PERCY JUST JUMPED INTO THE SEA AND I CAN'T FIND HIM HE'S GONE

Sally, reading a book completely nonchalantly: o yea he does that, dont worry he'll be back in 3 months tops

Paul:????????????

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Nico: trying to squirm out of siren percys hold, "Bitch let me out I will cancel your subscription to life"

Percy: * all logical sense gone* tiny baby, very small, does not know anything. I must protecc.

Nico: BITCH?????

Thalia: is he wrong tho

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(For context in my feral percy hc, Percy was raised by Sally like in the book, but being a son of Poseidon, he got a lot of wild instincts and powers which really started showing up after the migration transformation thing)

[lexsssu]

🔥Hottie alert🔥 Siyun baek from Dreaming freedom. 📢Canon yandere📢, clingy, hot, 🚩. Its on webtoon but its on daily pass from 5 onwards (Comick has a great translation, but u didnt hear it from me👀)

ANON WATDAHECK

LIKE BRO WAT

AS IF I DONT HAVE ENOUGH WHITE-HAIRED HUSBANDOS (PARTICULARLY THOSE WITH ISSUES--)

HOW DA HECC AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO SIMP???? ESP WHEN HE'S CANONICALLY YANDERE???

I love all my anons, but y'all ain't lettin mama rekku rest with all the awesome husbandos ur introducing to me

ya know how hard it is to type fics with one hand--

but anywaysssss

this is def going into my TBR list HAHAHAHAHA

[fatuismooches]

Me after reading ur new fic:

*drops on the floor*

*try not to cry*

*cries a lot*

AHHHHHHHHHHGSJHDJSDHAKSHAKDBSJHDJSAHJSSBAJSBDHSBHABS SMOOCHES-*SHAKES U* WHO HURT U THAT U DECIDED TO MAKE THIS FIC??? IT HURTS, BUT A GOOD KIND OF HURT AND OMG THAT ENDING WHEN THEY KISS EACH OTHER FOR ONE LAST TIME 😭😭😭😭 *SHAKES U AGAIN* THE ANGST IS SO DELICIOUSLY GOOD AND READER GIVING OMEGA THE SILENT TREATMENT??? *SHAKES U AGAIN* KASJKASJAOSJWISJKAAJWISN- (🥝 anon.exe has stopped working-)

-🥝

(I'll let my therapist know about u 🙂 /j)

Reader giving Omega the "silent treatment" after what happened to the other segments is my new favorite type of angst flavor 🙏🛐 i legit can't wait to read more of ur Dotty fics istg- Its just too good smooches 😭💞 u are such a blessing for making that fic for us. Again sending virtual hugs for u 🤗 -🥝

Wait, U ARE SAVING FOR C6R1 ARLIE??? GOOD LUCK ON UR PULLS SMOOCHES 🍀 may she come home in early pulls for u 🍀 🙏🛐 (Also i love how everyone i know who wants the Harbingers mostly have around 300-700 wishes [hecc, even my friend have 931 wishes just waiting for Pierro and Columbina 💀💀 she didn't even pull anyone after getting Itto in 2.3 banner bcs no one caught her interest until that lazzo vid she decided to hard save for those 2 🙃] like 😭😭 we really are the most patience and dedicated players in Genshin ever-) -🥝

🥝 ANONNNNN AHHHH *i let you shake me until im dizzy* You're welcome for that Omega angst... I'm glad you enjoyed it! I liked writing it because, i know if i was in that position and all of a sudden all the people i cared about were DESTROYED, i'd literally have a breakdown. But poor Omega, in his last moments, maybe he wanted to see you again... :( PLSSS NO ONE HURT ME DONT WORRY 🥝 ANON 😭 i just felt like delivering that angst to all my dear followers ... 🥰 *shakes you back with similar intensity*

And YES, i am saving for C6R1 Arlie, it's very painful to skip the others but im trying m best 😭🙏🙏 okay but YOUR FRIEND HASNT PULLED SINCE 2.3?? HOLY IM- not even i could have that dedication. 😭 but mad props to her because that's amazing. 😭 I hope she pulls them with all the cons and refinements she wants!! (I'm just hoping Arlecchino is broken, i want her to be strong 😭)

[proserpinesprankster]

This goes to my like 5 followers and mutuals!

The fool said knowing dam well it was more like 35

I like indicating stuff with the 4 suits dont mind that

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Uhhhhhh I don’t know how to tag a submission

honestly just leave tags in the text at the bottom and well copy it over. tungle dot hecc is really weird about whether or not it lets you tag a submission and i genuinely dont know what the criteria are - mod jade

[darklordofthesimp]

also I'm so sorry this is so late but like tom hardy is so fuckin fine istg like pls I had a venom hyperfixation and those dumbasses bullied me relentlessly for it 😔💀 like I would bring venom and eddie up all the fuckin time and they were forced to listen to my embarrassing ranting about them but like BROOOOOOO COME ONNNNN THEYRE SO BABYGIRL same problem happens with könig, colossus from deadpool1&2, darth maul, etc etc they wont leave me alone with the bulling 😔 pls its not my fault that I copy their voicelines n say them over and over to the point where we all go insane and its not mY FAULT WHEN I get flustered and say their name loudly multiple times whenever they show up on screen c'mon guys please- yeah I think they're all pretty bUT ATLEAST I DONT BITE INTO STRING CHEESE YOU DEGENERATE FUCKS (okay but they also send me stuff they see of those characters because hehe they know I like those characters so it's even but still goddamnit shaking my fists in mock anger like a cartoon character fr just hawkeye pierce doing the weird wHHHYYYY I OUTTA with his fists istg)

I feel very strongly about string cheese (not really)

the only exception to biting down on da string cheese is 1) if you're in a hurry and cant take the time to eat the cheese how it was intended or 2) if you don't wanna get your hands dirty (I literally don't care I just find it amusing to complain about this one topic lmfao do whatever the hecc you want lmfao who cares how you eat ur cheese lol) I also find it amusing to be that one guy whos sitting on the bed watching something my friends put on and just eating string cheese while my friends talk about something I am entertained so easily istg oHMYGOD THT REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING IM SO SORRY FOR GOING ON LIKE THIS SKDJK BUT THIS FUCKER-

THIS FUCKER WAS LIKE OKAY SO ILL BE BACK IN 30 MINUTES_ (WE WERE TALKING ON DISCORD HE WAS LIKE BRB) HERES SOMETHING FOR YOU TO WATCH AND THIS FUCKER PUTS ON A THIRTY MINUTE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE ABOUT GOD KNOWS WHAT I DONT EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER AND I JUST WATCH IN AMAZEMENT AND THEN HE COMES BACK AND IM LIKE YEHA THAT WAS A GOOD VIDEO BUT THEN I REALIZE HE PUT IT ON BECAUSE HE KNOWS

HE KNOWS ILL FUKING WATCH IT HE PUT IT ON TO ENTERTAIN ME LIKE A LITTLE KID AND IT WORKED IT FUCKING WORKED GODDAMNIT I WAS ENTHRALLE FOR THE THIRFY MINTUES HE WAS GONE THESE FUCKERS KNOW ME TOO WELL

YOU GOT FUCKING BAMBOOZLED. YOU GOT DAZZLED LIKE A FUCKING MOTH TO A LIGHT AND IM FUCKING SCREAMING HE PROPER JUST SAT YOU DOWN AND SAID HERE WATCH THIS LIKE A FUCKING KID

[cerise-moon]

Some Crescent headcanons?

The blorbo button has been hit yet again and i will Ascend

Let's go.

Sexuality Headcanon:

-- (pan) asexual demiromantic. Beep. Yea. Aint no way she isn't on the ace spectrum imo hshsbsbdb

Gender Headcanon:

-- she/her but like doesnt really care if other (neutral) stuff is used. However do not use It. Do not use It for her. Dios mio.

A ship I have with said character:

-- (pulling paper out of a hat--)

... therapy session!

-- (Yeah yet again another chara I dont have one for. I acknowledge what was going on in the academy part as possibility but do not think it's healthy for her to cling to it.)

A BROTP I have with said character:

-- Honestly besides the Obvious interactions, I wanna see her hang out with Alexandra. Wonder what they'd talk about. That or I wanna see her dealing with Saki. This section is actually just List of Possible Interaction im Curious about.

-- The trio of her, melia, and kanon was cool.

A NOTP I have with said character:

-- (DOES HE KNOW?)

A random headcanon:

-- Actually a decent artist/ painter. Throwing stuff on a canvas was a way to get emotions out into art; that and poetry. She's usually working towsrds her mission goals so she doesn't have much time, but...

-- ... also Entirely for a Friend in a way; she sometimes makes little art scenes out of dahlia flowers. They may wilt quickly, but, at least the pictures and memory last.

General Opinion over said character:

-- i have sounded very calm and normal thru this whole post but i assure you cres is one of my top favs. Hecc. I care her involvement and cant wait to see more from her in the future.

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

i dont know what to say- how have you created such a masterpiece?? How are you so good?? How long have you done art to be this good?? i am waffled?? What the hecc?? So many questions??

oh heres a sane question: What does your oc(s) look like? (if you have one)

Thank you

I’ve been drawing for a very long time, so maybe- 7 something years? Ever since I was a kid really, and lots and lots of practice

I have lots of OCs!! I’d love to talk about them, I have quite a handful

Like Bilbo here, who came into creation when I was practicing skeleton anatomy and grew very attached to their little face, they’re one of those skeleton models you seen in science classrooms and such

Or my character Nelumbo who’s a- creeper centaur kinda fellow? Plant. Plant.

I have many more than this, excluding my sona

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1st of all, this goes without saying but minors DNI, i have that same rule on my main, and here is no different.

2nd thing, if youre looking for a sugar baby keep looking, this aint the place and I will laugh at you

2-1: if you're a professional mommy or similar, i respect the career, but i will still laugh at you for messaging me. Because im broke as hecc.

2-2: roleplayers see above, unless i know you/ have converses with you in the past.

3, as long as you aren't one of those 3 categories feel free to DM or send asks.

4th of all, i will occasionally post my own pics, tagged #me. Dont reblog them unless we're mutuals or you've asked

5th and final thing. I am non binary and use any pronouns, i also enjoy traditionally feminine things and attire, as well as being cute and girly on occasion. However this isn't a sissy blog, and if you use that term to refer to me you're getting blocked.

I will likely add my kinks and turn-offs at a later date, but RN no. Also this one goes without saying but if you're a TERF and come across i hope someone steals your catalytic converter