#yall Imma draw her later when I have time

[vanyafresita]

my si-5 designs ! maybe i draw later the hephaestus crew too...

anyways after making this to have as a reference for whenever i want to draw them, imma yap here under the read more all i want about my headcanons for them (cracks fingers)

alana maxwell is very saeyoung from mystic messenger coded, thats why i gave her the dr pepper can lmfao

also she is literally aroace i wont take criticism for this one

to me she's transfem too, but i only like to think about that if jacobi is ALSO trans bcs i love me a t4t queerplatonic relationship

she forgets to eat often so shes a lil underweight- but its okay kepler and jacobi will make sure she doesnt actually faint from hunger

she is also taller than jacobi i tihnk she would b like... 176cm or so... jacobi is like 170cm and kepler is around 185cm

she also doesnt have a lot of scars on her body since she gets protected when working on a laptop by the other two during ops (or she is working as a sniper, and thus she isnt a direct target most of the time)

unlike kepler who prefers hand to hand combat, or jacobi who joins him and also messes around with chemicals and explosives often

absolutely random thought, but alana is canadian to me ! warren is american and jacobi is chilean (i am latino, me reservo el derecho de latinificar a un personaje por cada obsesión que tenga xoxoxo)

jacobi wears a hearing aid on his right ear too btw !! an accident with a small explosive left the right side of his face and his ear damaged !

jacobi paints his nails too (he actually doesnt, its alana the one who does, jacobi has a terrible case of shaky hands)

both maxwell and jacobi wear glasses, but while maxwell uses them 24/7, jacobi just.... does not care. they keep getting broken one way or another so he doesnt bother... he can see from up close, so who cares ! (at some point tho, he get convinced to get eye surgery, so he obliges)

okay switching to kepler's sexuality... he is aro and very horny for jacobi we all know this like. its very obvious i fear.... like... yeah

jacobi is bi... i feel like he had a crush on alana at first, but the closer he got to her something changed and, believe me, he does love her A LOT (probably more than kepler) just not in a romantic way !! ergo: qpps

and because jacobi is a masochistic idiot of course he fell in love with his evil boss CMON MAN GET BETTER TASTE <- alana to daniel

kepler probably doesnt date tho, most likely he doesnt feel like it would mean much making official any type of relationship they have (aka 'we fuck sometimes, i try my best to be considerate of ur feelings, i dont feel jealousy seeing you being close with maxwell, and i wanna keep her close too'), while jacobi is like. biting his nails trying not to die from love but he knows dating ur boss is not a good path to go down (its already bad they are fucking behind everybody's back- except alana, he cannot keep secrets from alana)

i think the relationship these three have (at least in my head idc about yall's opinions LMAO) is absolutely insane and it makes me act like a rabid dog, i lose all coherence trying to explain how they make me feel

they are all in love with each other, just in very wildly different ways

i love thinking about jacobi and maxwell's closeness, how they care for each other, the vulnerability, the love, the devotion, how open they are and how little they care about how others perceive them

i love thinking about kepler actually trying to make an effort to be romantic, getting it wrong often, and then having to deal with jacobi being passive aggressive; WARREN JUST TELL HIM U DONT GET ROMANTIC LOVE, YOU JUST LIKE HIM AND WANNA MAYBE DATE AND DEFINITELY BANG, DONT BE STUPID

i love...... whatever the fuck kepler and maxwell have going on... not romantic or platonic, but a secret third thing.... the mutual respect and admiration, the overprotection feeling.....

jacobi is sooooo glad his two most favourite people in the world get on well, he'd die if kepler and maxwell weren't on good terms... but thank god all three of them are fucked up and obsessed, and insane and love each other

they all love to banter, they would kill each other, they would kill for the others, they cant stand to be near, they would die if they are apart, they need to be so close together you cant tell apart where one ends and the other stars

as a side note of my designs, i wanna comment how confused i was when i finished the podcast, checked the art tag, and saw most people draw warren kepler as a white man, like i got jumpscared ngl IM SORRYYYY

listen when i heard his honey voice... that cadence... he gave me this very clear image of distinguished bald tall black man, the image went straight to my brain and i have not been able to imagine him otherwise

and i keep seeing him drawn white and blond and with blue eyes and i feel SO SCARED like i have nothing against those designs but its so confusing because to me he is that type of attractive motherfucker that charms everybody around with a smile, that make people trust him blindly from how confident his posture and personality is... and to me (poc person) a white blond blue-eyed man does NOT inspire me trust lmfaoooo so i guess i may be biased ?

anyways i know warren kepler is a divisive character !!! he is so fucked up and complex and hot HE IS MY EVERYTHING im gonna throw up /pos im so obsessed with him... you evil bastard... youre my babygirl, ure so important to me, your war crimes and horrible morality is charming to me <3 i dont wanna fix him i wanna observe how he makes other people WORST (thinks 24/7 about the implication that he disciplines jacobi and maxwell in very creative ways)

okay anyways IM DONEEEE SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG BUT I DONT CARE ITS MY BLOG AND MY HEADCANONS AND ITS ALL UNDER A READ MORE SO I CAN YAP TO THE NOTHINGNESS AS MUCH AS I WANT OK BYEEE

[rinnie-marylin]

Hey guys

So imma start school tomorrow, yes i know, i live on the other side of the world from yall that's why i started school later😔

Anyways, i will still be uploading (at least i'll try to) but at a WAY slower pace. I still have many ideas but in order to execute them perfectly i'm gonna need alot of time, and ofc that won't be possible with school in the way. So as a filler post, i'mma show yall the artworks that i drew just for fun, some of which include info about me :)

Nothing much to say here, just wanted to try a new artstyle

Remember when i said i'd try to draw their designs in the heathers AU? Well i made this as a "sketch". that's why it's not perfect, i just wanted sort of like a blueprint to map out my ideas and metaphors. Ex: tobey's hammer is mechanical, victoria's holds her intrument, and eileen's is a confetti canon.

Nothing much to say here, all in the colors!

I saw this bingo somewhere and wanted to try it out for myself.

I saw a picture of two kittens cuddling 3 months ago and immediately got motivation boost, so i drew tobecky over 'em! Unfortunately, i don't have the original picture, i'll update this post when i find it!

There was this art trend with the song "takin' what's not yours" by tv girl, and i thought it would be perfect to do tobecky with it, i would've recorded it but i dunno how to make videos yet- (definitely not an excuse to not show how ugly this artwork actually is)

Just a fun little silly thing i made a while back because my mind was plagued by yhe tobecky virus.

Tried to draw myself in the wordgirl artstyle. Not perfect but i'm pretty proud of it. I know i'm a teen but i wanted to draw myself aged up because i wanted to be a more mature character.

[destroyabez]

A Songcord

First time drawing Ronal! I really like how she came out Spider on the other hand I do not but eh so um context!! This is in the hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan au by @dirtytransmasc it's basically just Ronal and Spider (Or should I say Hi'i'tsyil hehe) bonding with Ronal singing new things into Spiders songcord, the one he made when he was younger. I am just a sucker for this au so um yeah! So I wrote a fic for this and I have a song that fits with it and imma show yall!!!!

First is the song

And next is the fic hehe!!

The sound of the crashing waves calmed Spid- no Hi'i'tsyil a little as both he and Ronal walked just west of Awa'atlu

He was still getting used to his new name, he was trying to get used to a lot of things currently

He almost couldn't believe what had happened these past few weeks with the war, him being adopted by Tonowari and Ronal, the Sullys... and a whole lot of other things he didn't want to think about at the moment

He looked out at the shore of Awa'atlu, it never fails to take his breath away

Especially with Eclipse nearing it made it so beautiful that Hi'i'tsyil wished it would never end

"Ma Hi'i'tsyil, we are here" Ronal's voice broke his trance as she gently took his arm

Hi'itsyil looked at Ronal and slightly behind her and found a small mauri behind them

"Uh Sa'nu? Where are we?" He was also getting used to calling Ronal mom but it seemed like she loved it

"Somewhere safe Yawntutsyìp, somewhere we can talk" Ronal answered with a smile as she moved her arm and beckoned him to go in before her

Hi'i'tsyil knew he could trust her but there was still some fear, he mentally shook his head and walked to the Mauri

Climbing up before turning around and holding out his hand to the still pregnant Ronal

She gratefully took his hand as she said "Ma txal tìsraw si kop irayo si" His mother reverted to Na'vi as she held her belly while Hi'i'tsyil helped her up

"Kea tìkin fpi+ irayo Sa'nu" he responded in Na'vi as well with a smile

"Ay ma parultsyìp" she smiled down at him when she got up into the Mauri

She moved her arm to show him the place, it was a small and looked cozy. In one corner it had a reed pallet with a large hand woven blanket on top

In the other corner that showed the other side of the island and Eclipse had a few pillows and another hand woven blanket

There was already food prepped and it made Hi'I'tsyil's mouth become wet with hunger

It was Dinicthoid, Episoth seeds, and Yovo fruit

Ronal chuckled and patted his shoulder when she noticed his expression

"Za'u" she walked towards the food and beckoned him

He followed her and helped her sit down before sitting himself

"Ay, nga lu keng titstunwinga`" she said as she picked up the bowls of food and passing most of it Hi'i'tsyil

He blushed slightly "Irayo si Sa'nu" he gratefully took the bowls and grabbed his cannula nasal, putting it on before moving to the Dinicthoid and grabbing a piece before slowly eating it

He savored the taste of a few spices on the fish "Sa'nu fl'u ftxìlor" he told her with so much happiness in his voice that Ronal felt like she could cry

Especially with what she was going to do after eating, she knew Hi'i'tsyil would love it

"Yawntutsyìp rä'ä nekx nìwin" She reminded him gently as she took her own portion of the food to eat, she first took the Yovo fruit and took a bite of it

"Srane Sa'nu" he said with a little bit of attitude but did slow down in eating

After that they stayed quiet in comfortable silence while they ate, when they were done Hi'i'tsyil and Ronal moved the plates to the side for them to clean later

"Sa'nu I know that you did not just take me here for food, what is troubling you?" Hi'I'tsyil asked with concern placed in both his tone and face

Ronal smiled more at that "It is nothing bad ma Hi'i'tsyil, I just have found your songcord and wish to sing it and into it" she responded gently as she took out the small songcord

Hi'I'tsyil stiffened "Why?" He asked slowly while a burning resentment burned in his eyes as he stared at the cord

"Because I would like to know you're past Yawntutsyìp" she gently set down the songcord and cupped Hi'I'tsyil's hands in heres

She smiled when Hi'I'tsyil's posture unstiffined "Slä lumpe!" Ronal giggled as her eldest son threw attitude at her, she hissed playfully and watched as he did the same

"Alunta I tare le'aw kame ley of aynga" she responded as she moved to get the cord

"Krrpe aynga alaksi" she waited patiently for Hi'I'tsyil's reaction and response, never once letting go of her found expression

"Alaksi" he nodded and held his breath after doing so

Ronal nodded and breathed a deep breath before moving to look at the bead on the songcord, her breath even as she opened her mouth to sing the song of a once lonely child...

Translations hehe!

Sa'nu - mother (affectionate)

Yawntutsyìp - Darling, Little loved one

Ma txal tìsraw si kop irayo si - My back hurts so thank you

Ay ma parultsyìp - Ay my child (affectionate)

Za'u - Come

Ay, nga lu keng titstunwinga - you are too kind

Irayo si Sa'nu - Thank you Mother

Sa'nu fl'u ftxìlor - Mother this is delicious

Yawntutsyìp rä'ä nekx nìwin - darling/little loved one do not consume fast

Srane Sa'nu - yes mother

Slä lumpe! - But why!

Alunta I tare le'aw kame ley of aynga - Because I see only some of you

Krrpe aynga alaksi - When you are ready

Alaksi - ready

Some of the Na'vi got messed up but I am so tired idc, anyways tell me if yall want a part two!!!!!

[crypticpine]

I had three dreams that were amazing

I had a dream awhile back that I was a chosen knight (okay I was the Troll hunter) and I had to go to these woods to stop someone from destroying it. I had Blinkus and Toby and Clare, but Clare was just a really good friend like Toby, also Jim was there but he was like barely there. Anyways, we get there and there was a weird circular ancient slab in the middle. It was huge, and had markings on it and circle parts where it was deep, small ones where a human could maybe fit. It looked like a UFO marking from corn, but ancient and in stone. Anyways, if you looked closely there is also stairs on the side that leads to an underground cave that's well lit by the shining rock and probably magic. It is mostly a maze to the other side of the stairs, but there are rooms among the twists and turns.

Blinkus warned us that we needed to be quiet, and that a wizard lives in these woods, but not a good one. she has killed many troll hunters before and I needed to stay vigilant. She was exiled by Madras the many, but it must have worn out or something cause now she's back (she's the one we need to stop). When he was explaining to stay low, we must find her before she finds us, I started to glow! It was yellow and it was more like an orb was surrounding me. I was picked up, and flew through the forest. My back was turned from where I was going, I couldnt see where I was only the shrinking Blinkus yelling "VOLAN!" holding out his hand. I knew it was the witch. I stopped but from the momentum I fell. When I got up, I heard someone say

"Finally, you've taken so long I though you weren't coming!" She picked me up with the glowing thing again, this time red and swirling around my torso, and I see her. She was wearing a black dress with green highlights in it. She had a matching green scarf draped across her shoulders, and honestly she was hot. I was brought closer and closer till we were nose to nose, I was struggling but honestly I stopped when I started to focus on her. then she said

"My little knight" I was tense, mostly cause shoot, I have to fight her? She's so beautiful, I don't really want to slay her... Also HOLY FRICK SHE'S BEAUTIFUL WHY AM I SO CLOSE AHHH! I opened my mouth, hesitated, then asked

"W-what do you mean 'my'?" She went to answer but looked behind me, her face became angry. Blinkus, Claire, and Jim were there (Toby was running in the background but never came) she kept me where I was, but she moved behind me to face them. I started to struggle again to see what will happen, but nothing worked.

"Put down the Trollhunter, witch! She's not for you!" Blinkus proclaimed.

"Trolls, always getting in the way of love. like your kind has ever felt love! We were made for each other, you know." She said, turning me towards her and putting her hand on my face, then stroking my hair. I was red hot too, I was gay panicking! I started mumbling trying to object but I was so nervous words wouldn't form. It felt like the red swirly thing was holding my arms now. I heard her whisper 'so cute' when I closed my eyes, I opened them and felt a small bump on my nose.

"Put Volan down! She doesn’t want you, isn’t it obvious?” Claire yelled, which was dumb it was obvious that I was gay panicking. Yeah it could mean I don’t want it but I’m pretty sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. 

She turned her head to look at Claire, I tried to but my neck wouldn’t turn. She floated over to Claire.

“As if they want you? My dear, you are quite pretty but I’d leave you for the men to greet.” She swung me around and hovered me near the ground. close to Claire. “Do you want her, or me?” She asked, putting her arms around my shoulders and gently touching my chin.

“U-uhm... I-uh...” I think in the dream I was liked Claire in that way but she was straight, so I respected that, but she seemed genuinely upset that I was hesitant to say something for some reason.

“I get it, you’re stuck. Here, I’ll give you some time then you can give your answer. Although, I’ll be picking you up for more persuasion.” when she said that, she got super close and kissed my cheek. I was as red as a Coke-a-cola by then. She dropped me (I was only about a foot from the ground) and I fell. I touched my cheek then she left.

Blinkus and Claire both picked me up and I was still flustered.

"I guess you didn't get to the part where I am supposed to spend eternity with the witch I'm supposed to kill?" I asked, looking at blinky. He seemed to ignore that and asked if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What are we gonna do?"

"Well you're not gonna marry her, that's for sure." Claire replied, she was still mad for some reason. Like? She wasn't even in to me she doesn't need to be like that. Anyways we go into the stair case and I guess it's our base. we think of a plan to outrun her, but its risky so nothing can go wrong. It's time to slay her.

I ran out of the stair-cave thing, looking around and was very cautious. I here her saying "I'm coming little knight" In an echoing voice. And this giant white and black wolf comes through the forest, she riding on the back. I freak out and start running away, barely able to though because that thing is HUGE and FAST. It slows down right next to me and I stop, defeated. She comes off and reaches for my face, to take off the glamour mask. I was Toby (I think) she screamed in a fit of rage, throwing the mask down.

"Where is she?!" She said lifting Toby up.

"Not here, that's for sure." He says, smiling. She throws him down and climbs onto the wolf.

The camera (I guess?) Floats over to me, who's hiding in the hole things on the stone. Her magic can't detect me in there I guess. But, I see a family of squirrels that are trying to climb up a tree but can't, so I leave it to help them. That was a bad mistake, because she came running after me! I run towards the stair case and dive down it, rolled and then start bookin' it down the hallways. She was close behind, her wolf shrinking to try and fit, but she left it eventually. I was getting stuck, getting hit by rocks, and was falling down other holes I didn't see. She sent a ripple through the rocks and I fell down another stair case, landing in a dead end. There was a blue River that lit the small room, and some moss growing on the sides of the rocks.

I dragged myself onto some rocks and turned to face her, she was standing staring at me and I was laying down with blood coming out of my side and head. I lifted my sword in one last defense but she tossed it aside.

"W-what are you gonna do to me" I asked, shaking from fear and tiredness. She kneeled down beside me and gently placed her hand on my head, whispered 'this' and then kissed me on the lips.

I didn't struggle, mostly cause I couldn't, but also because I didn't feel the need to. But as she was kissing me, I felt nothing. No pain, no blood coming out, no broken bones, nothing! I felt newer, in a way. She leaned back and asked:

"Feel better?" I shook my head yes, I didn't even realized her other hand not occupying my face, was clasped by my hand. She said something else but I think a fainted, and then woke up (still in the dream) to a room with rock walls. I was laying in a bed with a white T-shirt on and some sweat pants. She walked in and was joyed to see me awake.

"Oh good I'm glad you're back! Would you like some coffee?" She had a tray with a cup of coffee and biscuits. I hesitantly accepted, but then she looked worried.

"You're about to leave again. But that's fine! You'll come back soon right?" She smiled.

"Uhm, I don't know, maybe?" I said.

"I'll miss you, sweety. See you in your dreams!" She kissed me one final time, and then I woke up in my bed room.

The other dream! Isn't as long I swear.

I opened my eyes and we were in an obstacle course thing. I looked down and she was tapping my hand. This time, she had a white shirt with green overalls and a Luigi hat, I had the same thing except red and Mario hat.

"I've been waiting forever for you to come back!" She said, smiling and kissing my cheek.

"We're gonna play Mario! Isn't this gonna be fun for our first date?" She pulled me to the first part, and explained how to get through. I was able to, but it was pretty hard. She seemed like she did this before, it was a lot of fun though. I don't remember much, we mostly did obstacles and laughed a lot. She was really nice too! Claire and Toby weren't there, Jim was and he had purple overalls and a Waluigi hat. When we met the end she turned to me and said:

“this was a great first date. I'll see you again soon! You gotta go now." She kissed me on the lips and waved goodbye, and I woke up in my room, not wanting to get up again.

Third dream! This one’s a long one, too. But super magical!

This time I opened my eyes and we were walking to an opera House. We were holding hands, and she was wearing a dark green Victorian dress, and she had purple hair instead of black (but honestly it was nearly black).

“you’re going to love this show! I used to watch it when I was younger. Have you seen it?” she asked, turning to me.

“No, I don’t think I have. What’s it about?” I looked down to see what I was wearing, it was a red Victorian dress with pink highlights.

“You’ll have to see for yourself.” She answered, swinging herself in front of me and kissing me on the lips (she does that lot and I always get so flustered after but I LOVE IT AHH). So we walk into the opera and it looks more like a giant movie theater, but there is magic everywhere. Here’s the part that makes me think that this is a multiniverse, and I CANNOT MAKE THIS UP she turns to me again and asks

“I understand in your world you don’t have magic! So I thought I would surprise you.” AND THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HER FACE SHE WAS SO CUTE I was standing there in awe (from her cuteness but also because h o l y frick) there was tiny airplanes flying around with drinks on their wings with a little mouse on the nose asking if you wanted a beverage, and they were wearing little tuxedos and some had those fancy mustaches and it was adorable! There was blimps too that would serve food, the big round part would open up and whatever you ordered was automatically in it. This time it was a hummingbird with a thin velvet dress. She ordered us a drink and an ice cream, but the ice cream was shaped like a snowman and the toppings was the eyes and the coat was caramel and chocolate! It was really cool and never melted, and the drink tasted like how flowers smelled. I got a rose drink, and she got a lily. She let me try hers, and they both tasted so good! We shared the ice cream, it was really big. We sat down to watch the show, and there was just a gaping hole where the stage was supposed to be. I asked why and she laughed.

“How else will they preform? Wait, how do they do it in your world?” and so I explained that we have stages, and she looked so confused, and I was confused. We were both completely confused! I started to chuckle, trying to explain, and then she started to laugh, and it was such a nice moment. Finally the show started, so we quiet down. All of the sudden, a grass field covered the gaping hole, then trees and bushes grew out of the ground. It was huge, like a small forest. People came running from behind the trees and started dancing, it was just really magical. they were dressed like fairies, y’know those dresses, and the dance was wonderful.

After the play (? I think) She brought us back to meet the dancers and they were really cool. One asked if I dance and I told them I do (cause I do) and they asked if I could dance for them, but I was super nervous. What they danced was so good I don’t think I could impress them at all! I think my gf noticed I was worried and placed her hands on my shoulders in a reassuring way, nodding as if she knew what I was thinking. So I said yes! They played a song, I closed my eyes, and started to preform a dance I’ve never preformed before but was in the back of my head whenever I heard it. They played Once Upon a December and I killed it! I hit every move (btw I changed before this, I was in a flowing red dance dress this time) and it was exactly how I’d imagine it. I knew however, that this wouldn’t impress them. I was mistaken! Because they cheered! My gf clapped with awe on her face, and it felt really weird. I never liked applause for me, I never thought I deserve an applause when I get one, but her face turned reassuring again, making me know that I deserved this applause.

We started to say goodbye to the dancers, I stayed in the dance dress, and We sneaked into a dance room to talk, it was really loud out there suddenly.

“How did you like the play?” She asked, her dress changing into a similar dress as mine, just purple this time.

“It was so cool! we’ll have to see more like that.” I answered, still in awe that I managed to dance in front of professional dancers.

“Would you like to be in one?” She questioned, taking my hand and leaning a little forward. She was a little shorter than me, although the first two times she was definitely taller than me. I guess it changes, because her height changes again later on.

“Uhm, that would be so cool! But do you really think I could do that?”

“Of course you can! You wanna go in one now? I made the arrangements!” My. Jaw. Dropped! We were going to be in front of thousands dancing? Me and my literal dream girlfriend? SIGN. ME. UP!

We moved to the side of the hole, right outside there were seats upon seats filled with people, and we were about to dance in front of them. This time we were wearing a big fluffy coat with our respected colors (red and green) and a fairy skirt. We had mittens on, and we looked like we were about to ice skate, which we were. On a giant snowball coming from the hole. It was like being in Super Mario Galaxy on the giant Mario head, except a perfect ball! We ditched the ice skates after awhile and just danced together, and then we separated for a bit to do our own thing, and then came back together like in tangled, and she kissed me on the lips, and told me our times up, everyone applauded,then... I woke up, with the biggest grin on my face.

That was all from my gf from today, 4/8/2020, but she is the best thing from my quarantine. If she comes back I’ll tell you! the hashtag (if i have more) will be #Magic_dream_girlfriend idk it’s in the tags. But now I can say I’m taken???

[notsodailycake]

Alright these have been off in my gallery for a while- but I've been meaning to share them

My silly little wacky family

This is from my human au Fazbear's Popstars! I haven't shared much about it, but i got a whole ass google docs file with the au's timeline, story, and characters lmao, i can maybe share some screenshots of that for yall if ya want

Or just the link to it maybe idk 🤷‍♀️

But MAN, i love this au so much, i could go all out crazy and info dump about them-

But to keep it short, Freddy's actual name is Gabrial, and his is Sir Fazbear's son (there's more to it and the og gang but imma leave yall to be curious and ask questions about it 😌 bc i miss interacting with yall as well-)

Gregory is Freddy's bio kid. The mom was just someone Freddy had a one night stand he accidentally got pregnant, but he never knew it bc she left before he woke up. She later on just left the newborn to his arms and left (again alot more to this, like why and how Freddy met this woman and did the deed lol)

The sassy queen over here is my oc Beeanca Queen, she was introduced here, i haven't shared alot of her yet tho, but i have a few plans to introduce her now that i got free time, her actual name is Destiny in this au

She's gonna be Freddy's gf/fiance on the au, marriage comes in a bit later. She's Greg's momma bee. Her and Freddy's dynamic came with the silly thought of, bears have the reputation of liking honey, bees make honey....you get the picture

Oh and Rammy is in this au as well. This au is the human version of my own au where Rammy is from, which the au is currently unamed as i haven't focused on it as much lol, but since it's just the og world just with my ocs, there isnt much to be talked about other then my oc's roles

There's also gonna be a few variations to this au where i mix things up with my buddy's @moth-berry human au, with her oc Quinnie, whom i very much love 🤲💞💞💞

Also also, this is my new favourite artstlye. Not really what imma do often, but it's quite easy to do when it comes to simple quick drawings

Tho definitely not easy (for me) to make it a full piece, or a comic, but it works to do quick ref sheets or just silly characters show off

I basically just doodle sum on paper, take a picture and transfer to ibispaint, go to the option of removing the white color of the picture. It won't look any different, until you take a layer underneath and color it, the picture is transparent. So i can just color in and once i remove the picture layer, i can just add quick in details and I'm done

It's so easy and fun, i kinda wanna draw more like that hehe

[hello-yue-here]

thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

[vampirequeenoffan]

Intrusive

IDK, just a DP drabble that seized me by the hands and forced me to write it. I haven’t re-read or edited lmao so it’s probably Real Bad but I have other shit to be doing so imma just dump it here, sorry to yalls eyeballs

Tucker pokes him in the shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Danny groans. He’s got his arm slung over his eyes and he’s upside-down on the couch; legs hooked over the back and back pressed into the cushions. It’s not exactly the world’s most comfortable position, but if he eases off the gravity a little it doesn’t actually hurt. Besides, the discomfort is grounding, pulling his brain away from itself and back into the physical world.

“Ghost bullshit,” he grunts at Tucker. He doesn’t bother uncovering his eyes. He doesn’t really even need to, not the way he is right now, with Tucker picked out so neon in his mind that he can almost taste his presence. He doesn’t use his eyes to “see” when his friend sits down beside him, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch and drawing his legs up off the floor.

“That sucks,” Tucker says.

“Tell me about it.”

“Do you wanna?” he asks. “Tell me, I mean. Get it out of your brain.”

Danny contemplates that for a moment, falling so still he nearly forgets to breathe. Then his lungs start complaining, reminding him that he is very much still in human mode, thanks, and that he does need air for more than just vibrating his vocal chords.

Danny sighs.

“Urges,” he says. One-word response.

He still can’t see Tucker, but he can “see” him nod. He’s such a pleasantly warm shade in Danny’s mind right now, a color he can’t describe because humans can’t perceive it. Danny could look at it forever.

“One of the fighting ones again?” Tucker asks. Danny shakes his head.

“I wanna put you in a box.”

It’s a testament to their relationship that Tucker doesn’t freak out about that sentence and all that it could imply. Instead he just pauses, purses his lips in the way that Danny can only vaguely “see” (a slight variation in his color, dipping almost orange on the spectrum), and drums his fingers against the back of the couch.

“Like. . . a coffin?” he asks, tone casual. More casual than it probably should be for the subject matter.

“Not really,” Danny says. “I mean, it’s not not a coffin either, but it isn’t specifically one. My brain just. . . really wants you and Sam to be tucked away somewhere safe where no one else can touch you and I can guard you forever. And ever.”

He pauses.

“And ever.”

Tucker nods, the motion burning brightly in Danny’s mind.

“Creepy,” he comments.

Danny groans again.

“I hate my brain.”

“So do I, you’re not special,” Sam calls from the other room. Danny’s itching under his skin with the urge to go grab her, despite how the walls in between them don’t dampen the “sight” of her in his mind. He presses his arm a little harder down over his eyes, as if that could block out her luminous smear across his consciousness.

“We’re having a private conversation,” Tucker yells back at her. “Me and Danny are bonding. Get your self-depreciation out of here!”

“Then stop talking so loudly, idiots!” Sam says. She’s crouched on the ground, rifling through what Danny knows is a box despite neither seeing nor “seeing” it. It shouldn’t take her that much longer to find Dead Teacher iii, and then she’ll be back in the room. Danny has to keep repeating that to himself.

Tucker reaches down and pokes his shoulder again.

“It’s really bugging you, huh,” he says. “That she’s in the other room.”

“How can you tell?” Danny asks. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t acted on any of his instincts. For all intents and purposes Tucker should just see a normal teenager lying sprawled out next to him, albeit in a somewhat awkward position.

Tucker shrugs. His shoulders bleed color behind them in an echo of the movement.

“Your teeth. They’re always pretty sharp, but right now they look like you could bite your own lip off. You’re not kissing anyone for a while, by the way,” he adds.

Danny’s groan borders on a whine this time.

“My ghost half is ruining my life,” he complains.

Tucker snorts and pokes him again, this time on the cheek. The warmth of his skin, of his presence in Danny’s mind, make Danny shiver. He wants so badly to bundle Tucker up in his arms and never let go.

“Is it just us right now?” Tucker asks. “Do you wanna box up anyone else?”

Danny hesitates, turning that thought over in his head.

“. . .no,” he ultimately concludes, “Not really. My brain’s got my house categorized as safe and mine and that’s where my family is right now, so they’re fine. And Val– well. Val is Val. I’ve always got conflicting feelings there.”

“It would be nice if those cancelled out, huh,” Tucker muses. Danny’s complained about this to him before. Fight and Protect fluctuate in his mind from moment to moment when it comes to Valerie and The Red Huntress, and the overlap when they’re both at their strongest can nearly give Danny a migraine. In the same way he can have a panic attack while in the middle of a depressive episode, he can very much want to swaddle Val in bubble wrap while also wanting to stab her.

“Well,” Sam says, straightening up and starting to (yes!) return to the room, “We can’t do a box, but we were already going to cuddle pile on the couch.”

“I still can’t get over you saying cuddle,” Tucker says.

“There’s nothing more hardcore than cuddling,” Sam huffs as she flops down on Danny’s other side. Her arm swings as she makes to throw what Danny assumes is the DVD box at Tucker, and Danny’s hands shoot up to snag it out of the air before it can strike his friend.

There’s a moment of silence. Danny opens his eyes. It’s weird seeing the world around him and “seeing” on top of it, part of why he’d covered his face in the first place. His brain just isn’t meant to process that much visual information at once, the same way his brain isn’t actually wired to “see.” He tries to focus on what’s real, on the actual light bouncing off his friends and into his retinas, and blinks away the glowing smear that isn’t even on the visual spectrum. He’s holding Dead Teacher iii in his hands, and he stares at the cheesy cover art with the single-minded focus of a guy recalibrating his eyes.

“Ah,” Sam says. “That bad, huh?”

Danny lets go of the DVD and it lands on his face. It hurts, but not that much.

Tucker sighs and grabs the case, standing up and moving to pop the DVD into the player. Danny, with a herculean effort, manages to not grab his ankle on the way by and drag him bodily back onto the couch.

Sam stretches, her long pale fingers tangling together overhead, physical form barely more present in Danny’s mind than the glow of her presence. Then she drops her hands and lays down, plopping her head onto his stomach and peering up into his very-close face. Danny can pick out every sun-starved freckle-that-could on her face, inherited from her parents and dampened by lifestyle choices. In the summer, when even the extra-strength sunscreen Sam slathers on can’t fight back her love for the outdoors, those freckles darken and bloom like constellations in the night sky.

The weight of her head against his stomach smooths some of Danny’s anxiety. She’s here. She’s real. She’s alive. She’s safe. She’s his.

She isn’t, of course. Tucker isn’t either. No one, on this planet or off of it, belongs to anyone, least of all Danny. And Danny knows this, believes it with the same certainty and maybe even the same part of his brain that knows that the earth goes around the sun, but that doesn’t get rid of his ghost-lizard brain chattering away in the back of his consciousness.

There’s the hum of the DVD player starting to spin the disk, then the previews begin behind Danny’s head. Tucker sits back down and, with Sam taking up the real estate on Danny’s abdomen, hooks an arm under one of the legs thrown over the back of the couch. He drags Danny’s limb closer and starts using it like a headrest, cheek pressing against Danny’s shin.

“You guys–” Danny’s voice breaks off. Finally, the anxiety that’s been buzzing at the back of his mind for the past hour and a half is tapering off, soothed by his proximity and contact with those he wants to protect. It’s such a relief that Danny could almost cry. But. . .

“You guys don’t have to be that close if you don’t want,” he says. Because it’s true. Sam and Tucker are under no obligation to play along with his ghost brain, no obligation to surrender to whatever weird instincts Danny has jammed into his consciousness. Danny has no right to ask them to, and he doesn’t. Not ever. They can make their own choices, and he refuses to become the kind of monster who would try to take their free will from them. They’re his friends, not his property, and he’s never going to forget that.

“Danny,” Sam says, “Shut up. The movie’s starting.”

“Yeah, man,” Tucker chimes in, “We were gonna do this anyway. Let us know when your brain’s calmed down enough to be upright, okay? I want popcorn later and there’s no way we’re gonna be able to integrate a bowl into this mess.”

Danny kicks his foot lightly, jostling his leg in Tucker’s hold and bumping his head, but he’s smiling. His friends are here. They’re alive. They’re watching a dumb movie from a dumb series they love and hate in equal measure.

And Danny’s happy.

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

5, 10, and 15 for either Atsushi or Jason for the domestic f/o ask game! I’m feeling extra generous today. You’re welcome. 😉💕💓💖💞💝

(@rose-wine-selfships 🌹🍷✨)

🥺💖🥺 Bless you @rose-wine-selfships 🥺💖🥺 honestly do excuse me I didn’t see this till like this afternoon ;;w;;

Ah, my beaus 🥺🥰 Imma go ahead and speak on both of them because I am in dear need to just speak on both of them 🥺♥️ my heart beats with amore UwU do hope you bare through my rambles ✨😚 I also don’t do the asks as often as I should and really just want to speak about my f/os when I have the chance!

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5.) Who’s more spontaneous? Would your f/o randomly want to go on a midnight drive out in town or would they be the one to complain that they’re tired?

I feel like Atsushi is definitely more spontaneous in AtsuDany relationship, he is the one to kind of abruptly ask without thinking about it. Such as suggesting to go for a walk in the middle of the night or maybe go to the pier to watch the sunset. He kind of asks simply, especially when I am the most stressed and feeling bad anxiety 🥲 I have taken notice how often it happens when a simple moment to break away from the area causing me stress, especially with a friend or loved one, definitely helps a lot. Atsushi is definitely more spontaneous in the relationship, especially when it comes to de-stressing Dany. I think it also works vice versa, Danielle often encouraging him to take a run with her at night or star gazing, maybe even going to a cat cafe! Cats always are a sweet furry friend, especially with a tiger mans! 🥰

In DanyJay relationship, I think Danielle is more spontaneous, especially in Digimon Au. Considering Darkwolfmon’s presence, Dany is more free and willing to take a chance that I otherwise would hesitate in. While Jason can spontaneous in his own way, he isn’t one to outwardly suggest something, unless Dany is severely taking a heavy toll mentally. He isn’t really one to complain and just kind of goes along with what other suggests are fun. Such as when Dany suggests to take a fly with her on Cyberwolfmon, Jason is nervous but all for it and honestly becomes a sweet romantic thing~ I have claimed this moment as the first, official moment he and Dany get together and also first kiss ☺️💖

10.) What’s their contact name and assigned picture? What do they have for you?

💖🥺 ohh I wish I had a perfect image draw for this but heck knows it would take me forever UwU”

What Dany would have for Atsushi in the beginning of their friendship would probably be “Atsushi-kun🐯” then “Atsu-Kun 🐯💕” when she is growing feelings before finalizing with “Mi Tigre 💖🐯”. Her assigned photo of him would probably be a cute picture of his tiger self in the start. In relationship, she changed it to one she snuck a picture of him when out on a date. It’s one of him handsomely looking at the sunset, before he began to snicker laughing. 🥰

With Jason, at the beginning of friendship was “Jason 🐺⚡️” then “Jay 🐺⚡️”. It took the two of them in Digimon Au forever to really get together, but once Dany had true and real feelings for him and they got together, she changed it to “My dearest Jay 💕”. His picture at the start was one she took of him with Raiwolfmon, and current one, relationship wise, is a picture of him gazing at the camera lovingly and softly. Looking beyond it to Dany UwU 💖.

Ohhhhh 🥺💖 and their name and image for little ol me?

Atsushi would put me under “Dany-chan ✨” in the beginning of friendship, slowly changing it to “Dany 💖✨” when his feelings for her grow. In relationship, he changes it to “Darling 💜✨”. His first picture of Dany is one he cropped from a whole picture taken of her during her small welcome party. In relationship, is one he took of her while she slept, cuddling a tiger plush she gifted him for his birthday.🥺💖

Jason would definitely have Dany as “Danielle 🐺💕”, adding the hearts for his first affections for her. Having a crush on her since they meet, which did dwindle a little when her attention was towards someone else, changing to “Dany 🐺✨”. Once in a relationship, he changed her contact to “My Always 🐺💖”. His picture of her is one of her and Darkwolfmon at the start, and changes to one of her during their wedding party in the Digital World. It was actually taken by one of their friends during their Union Dance, her smiling widely and in pure love and affection for him. 🥰

15.) What’s an inside joke between the two of you?

Hmm 🤔 an inside joke Eh? Am not good at what is funny to some but I think that is the point of an inside joke ^^’ it makes the party in question laugh and giggle in fondness or joke.

AtsuDany: I think an inside joke between them is the whole concept of wolves and tigers not really getting along together. Considering their abilities, many think they wouldn’t be a good pair or couldn’t be close friends. To which everyone is wrong in honestly 😤 it makes the both of them giggle with laughter at the assumption people have when they really are fond of each other; they have much in common and have a peacefulness with their abilities. If anything his tiger and her wolf are playful together and find each other appealing, in friendship and as mates later. 💕

I think it’s most definitely funny when someone who doesn’t know of their abilities says it, they kind of just start snorting with laughter and looking like silly idiots when the person looks at them confused.

DanyJay: An inside joke between them is essentially explaining how they met to anyone who wants to know~ Dany came in saving his life when a Digimon manifested and attacked him and his friends in an outing. She came swooping in on Cyberwolfmon, kind of slipping off as she wasn’t anticipating his weight and height (tiny stubborn lass is ambitious). They were caught just fine soon after by Cyberwolfmon! But essentially that whole ordeal was kind of hilarious considering how smol Dany is and how tol Jason is. While it was also terrifying if her Digimon didn’t come swooping in, it is still something they laugh about and is a sweet moment looking back on how they meet and gradually sparked a flame between them that lead to their forever. 💖 Some people are like “aww” others are like “👀 yall wild”

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Ahh these are so good and had a joyous and fun time writing 🥺💖 thank you so so much again for this Rose 🌹 I truly appreciate it! 🥰🥰 a chance to just talk about the two loves of my life and heart UwU

[katsukikitten]

Bakugoxreader is a USA transfer. Shes really sweet but doesn’t put up with bakugos shit. He tolerates her because she puts up a good fight and low key thinks her accent is adorable. one day their class has a tea and shes bummed because she likes iced sweet tea. Everyone thinks that’s weird but later that night Bakugo shows up with a pitcher and a little embarrassed because he doesn’t know if he used enough sugar. Then she jokes about in the south sugar could also mean kissing. And then they do.

Sun Tea

A/N Hopefully this is close to what you had in mind lovey! Enjoy! Thank you for your patience while I wrote this!

Three sets of eyes stare down at the pile of cards atop the circular coffee table, each of you sitting cross legged while a few of your other class mates sit among the couches.

"Draw six Y/N." Kirishima wears a rare devilish smile as he places down a yellow draw two card atop two other hellish cards.

You return his smile holding eye contact with Bakugou as you dramatically produce a red draw two.

"Bless your heart Bakugou doll, you've gotta draw eight." You take much satisfaction in placing down the card that will screw him over.

A little too much actually, it's not very hospitable of you to enjoy another's misfortune.

It all boils down to when you were first transferred here, mostly against your will, from America Bakugou hated you with every fiber in his being.

And you hated him in return, which was quite unlike you.

But he had aired all your dirty laundry about your delinquent behavior that you had done in America.

What he didn't know was you had to do those things to survive.

You absentmindedly brush against the tattoo on your neck and two sets of red eyes follow.

Believe it or not he was beginning to see that now.

Could really see how much that lifestyle was thrust upon you.

"This is a stupid fucking game! Why'd I let you talk me into playing hair for brains!?" Bakugou snarls, snatching at the deck on the table counting out eight muttering fuck you beneath his breath.

Kirishima laughs in response as he places down a red eight, Deku places down a red six before you place down a skip.

"You're fucking working together huh?" He snarls darkly and you laugh.

"Ain't his fault you're as lucky as a June bug in November." Your laugh echoes in the room. Pulling at the ash blonde's stomach. Although he doesn't know what the hell you're saying he knows that your voice is just too God Damn cute. You notice the dusting of red on his cheeks and chalk it up to his temper.

To which he adds validity to your assumption by adding harshly.

"What in the fuck are you saying?"

It's a question you hear often.

"I believe she means you're not lucky at all." Todoroki chimes in, heterochromatic eyes peering over his book. Momo nods in agreement as she writes down the expression as she has been these past few months, every now and again she'll try to use the English expression in everyday conversation to you.

And honestly you don't have the heart to tell her that not ALL Americans will understand what she's saying.

You pray to the good Lord that she'll run into another decent Southern belle who would get a lick of what she's saying.

Kirishima takes sympathy and places down a reverse for his friend.

Bakugou smiles from ear to ear and plops down an angry looking black card.

"Draw four bitch." He snarls close to your ear and you narrow your eyes. You draw a blue zero, a red two, a green six and the very card that first scorned you.

A draw four that may be your saving grace.

"Don't be gettin too big for ya britches now Suki, Im fixin ta win." You drawl out real heavy because you're excited and again Bakugou's cheeks begin to heat.

You smirk a deadly smile to him that he returns ten fold.

His smile sends your stomach into a tizzy and you try to talk yourself from the edge.

The two of you had just gotten over absolutely loathing each other and transitioned into hard frienemies.

So why the hell were you fighting off a crush?!

It was bound to happen since Aizawa paired the two of you together and only because Bakugou had the highest score in English.

But damn if you weren't hard to understand sometimes. It was like you weren't even speaking English!

At least not the english Bakugou was taught.

Depsite your past, time showed those harsh scarlet eyes that you weren't a total lost cause, an extra undeserving of a second look.

You more than proved you were a worthy rival and it all came after the phrase.

*"Oh I'm finna kick ya ass to high heaven."*

He has never seen you so flustered before and damn did you keep good to your word.

Forcing him to actually try against you. Never admitting that he enjoyed that part of you.

Narrowed eyes, flushed cheeks and pouty lips pulled past white teeth looking "madder than a wet hen."

Or whatever the hell it was you said.

He just hadn't known he would enjoy that odd ass twang you had too.

But you'll never know that it wasn't really Kirishima who convinced Bakugou to play this stupid idiotic game.

No, it was you, when you wore that devilish smirk before adding

*"Guess you're too scared you'll lose!"*

Katsuki sat down and actually dealt the cards himself then.

"Does anyone want tea?" Mina asks, peeking out from the kitchen.

"Please dahling!" You shout and she smiles your way before making her way back to that amazing smelling dinner.

You have two cards left in your hand, you feel lucky but at the same time you're relying on Bakugou to set down a card that will benefit you.

Please God let it be either a blue card or a zero.

You really didn't want to have to use your ace in the hole or have to draw.

Bakugou places down a red reverse causing Kirishima to draw a few cards before he slaps down a red eight.

"Oi Deku. Make yourself useful. Y/N only has two cards." Bakugou snarls, Izuku gulps avoiding eye contact.

He looks over his cards with nervous eyes muttering to himself with each passing second Bakugou gets that much more agitated.

"OI! PUT DOWN A CARD!" He yells and Deku does hastily.

And the Uno Gods have blessed you as a red zero stares lovingly up at you.

"Its about to go to hell in a hand basket for y'all! Uno!" You exclaim as you place down your card, switching it to blue.

"What?!" Kirishima laughs while Bakugou snarls.

"Means you're about to have a bad time." This time Todoroki doesnt even bother to look up from his book. He flips the page and Momo flips through her own notes.

She must spy the phrase and puts a tally by it. She figures the more times you've said it the more common the idiom.

Little does she know there are some phrases in their you'll most likely never utter again having been quick witted when you made the Southernism on the fly

"How the hell do you know what she's saying?" Denki asks looking up from his switch, trying hard not to move as Jhiro naps on him. Dead to the world with her head phones plugged in.

Todoroki shrugs flipping another page before he eyes the game.

Bakugou sucks his teeth, he doesnt have anything to use against you, you clearly don't even go after him.

And to make things worse he doesn't even have fucking blue or a damned zero. He draws seven cards before blue shows up. He places the blue nine down harshly, Kirishima places a green nine over top of it and all eyes fly to Deku.

Who again begins to murmur and mutter as he thinks of his next move.

All the while your smile grows wider and wider.

There isn't much of a card out there that could stop you.

Deku hesitantly lies down a red nine hoping that changing the color so rapidly would cause you anxiety.

When he see that it doesn't he begins to watch in horror as you place down that little black cars with the +4 in the corner.

"No..." He gasps.

"NO!!" Bakugou shouts slamming his fists agaisnt the table, "Rematch!"

"What's the with all the fuss?" Mina asks carrying a large tray of drinks. She makes her way around the room setting down a scalding cup to each person.

"Y/N won and Bakugou's mad." Kirishima explains kissing Mina's cheek and tapping his lap, "Thanks babe."

She sits cozily picking up her cup.

The whole class, aside from yourself and napping Jhiro seem to take a sip of the tea in unison.

Everyone holds the cup just in front of their chest as a smile spreads on their face.

Even Bakugou looks joyful and you look to the steaming liquid in the gray cup before you.

Heavily missing your favorite sweating Mason jar clinking with ice as you watched summer storms a brew.

Scarlet eyes notice how your drink goes untouched, he nudges you harshly before shouting.

"Oi!" He hates the long face you wear, "Drink it before it gets cold."

"I uh... I keep forgettin the tea aint iced or sweetened here." You say sheepishly keeping your eyes down, "Thank you Mina."

"What? Iced? Sweet?" Bakugou sounds baffled as he tried to understand.

Tea was fucking tea. It didn't need ice and it didn't need sugar.

"Yea! It's a staple in the Southern states. Can't throw a rock where it ain't served." Your face brightens as you speak, that drawl even heavier, "And sweet enough to rot your teeth!"

"Why?" Bakugou asks borderline nasty while you have the attention of everyone in the room.

"You see it gets hotter than Hell in the South, humid enough to make ya melt faster than Frosty in July. So sweet tea keeps ya sane. It's cool and of course sweet, keeps us southern folk from being bitter about how hot it is." You stare into the liquid in the cup, almost imagining it to be different.

"Oh! And if it's hot enough in the summer, which it always was where I was from, yall can make sun tea."

"Alright you're making shit up now." Bakugou shakes his head before taking another sip. He closes his eyes when he sees that his comment has struck something in you.

Your face flashes from angry to almost hurt.

"I used to make the best sun tea every summer." You say longfuly before adding, "Anyway I'm tired. Imma head to bed."

"But dinner is soon!" Kirishima and Mina express their worry in unison.

You smile to mask your hurt. Although it was extremely hard for you in America there were somethings you missed greatly.

Sweet sun tea was one of 'em.

You could take the girl out of the South but not the South out of the girl.

"I'll be fine. I'm full as a tic from that late lunch. I'll see y'all when the roasters sing." You wave as you head towards the stairs.

All the while crimson red eyes bore into you.

Before the bore into space through dinner and now into the ceiling as he lies in bed.

Why did you look like that?

Where you that upset?

Had his comment been too far?

Were you madder than that stupid wet hen you kept mentioning?

No, he knew you weren't mad he knew you were feeling "blue" and that he needed to some how make you "right as rain."

That's how you said it right?

He snarls as he snatches up his phone looking up this and that before settling on doing the ultimate thing for you.

He bares his teeth when he sees JUST how long this will take and that he may have to move it depending on the sun.

But he rises early from bed anyway and gets all of the things needed for what he's fixing.

Soon the morning melts into night and Bakugou was lucky that it was in the dead of summer.

Katuski notices that you announce that you're going to"hit the hay" sooner than you normally do when you're not feeling yourself.

Nervousness begins to escape him through beads of sweat on his brow as begins the finishing touches.

You lie on your bed, scrolling through the old photos on your Insta. Longing for those flashes of lightning, corn fields brightened by the moon's light and those old winding backroads.

You open your window to let the warm air in, at least Japan and the south had one thing in common.

Even the bugs would scream late into the night about how hot the day was.

You lie back again, sighing as you scroll, longing for those times once more.

You missed the stars, you missed the barn cats, the hens, the long trips to the beach.

You scroll down a bit further and spy a picture that brings tears to your eyes.

"You're dumber than a box of rocks Y/N pull it together!" You whisper to yourself as you wipe your eyes.

It was only a photo of a large glass container absorbing all of that summer sun and a wide mouth quart mason jar filled with ice.

Ready to be filled.

Still tears fall and for the first time you cry.

Cry for the lost memories.

The lost time and most importantly your lost childhood.

That place took everything from you, forced you to the cities to sell and steal.

But here you were crying like a baby over some tea and the moon.

A harsh knock comes at your door that has your heart in your throat.

You toss your phone as if you were looking as something bad before clearing your throat.

"Coming honey. Gimme a sec I ain't decent." You say, not really lying as you look yourself over in the mirror.

It really wasn't decent for a Southern Belle to cry over some spilt sweet tea.

You open the door to be met with burning scarlet eyes.

"Honey really?" He asks with a smirk.

"Had I know it would have been you that the cat dragged in I would have said vinegar instead." You cross your arms, far from in the mood to deal with Bakugou of all people.

He gives you a pointed look, half knowing what you mean before he sighs heavily.

"I've got something for you now sit down and close your damn eyes." He snarls and you look at him suspiciously.

"Last time you 'had' something for me we scrapped with our fists." He rolls his eyes and gently guides you into your room. He ushers you to sit on your bed making his way back to the hall.

"No peeking damn it!" He growls. Now it is your turn to roll those gorgeous eyes before you close them with an exasperated sigh.

What in Sam's hell was he up to?

You hear an odd sound of clinking before he kicks your door shut.

A long silence stretches between the two of you before courage returns to Bakugou.

Something cool is pressed against your palm and you grab onto it quickly letting your eyes flutter open.

When you spy a mason jar filled with ice and sloshing tan liquid you squeal as if it were a wedding ring. Your reaction alarms Bakugou before he sees the smile forming on your kissable lips.

He swallows his hot desire as you jump up and down on the bed.

He swallows his hot desire as you jump up and down on the bed.

"Is this what I think it is?!" You bring the jar to your lips and taste.

Your body relaxes and your head tilts back, eyes fluttering as it brings a rush of memories.

How did he get the tea to sugar ratio so...so fucking perfect.

You dare not ask who made this tea because it was made right.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in all of the context clues.

Bakugou had been going outside every hour or so today. Making some sort of excuse not to leave the dorms today.

Then he holed himself up in the kitchen just before you had turned in for the night.

Lastly his cheeks were red, burning hot and it finally dawns on you that it isn't from his temper.

But from something else.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Is...is that enough sugar for you?" Bakugou asks hesitantly, scratching the back of his head.

You laugh aloud wondering if he realizes the double meaning to his words.

"What?! What is so fucking funny? Is it fucking laughable how bad it is?!" He growls standing as you set down your tea as your laughing fit sets in.

Finally you wipe away a stray tear before regaining your composure.

"Oh no. Bakugou it's great. But sugar has another meaning in the south." You giggle again before adding, "Sugar can mean kissing.

Bakugou stares at you for a moment, he watches as you brush you hair behind your hear. He drinks in the blush that burns in your cheeks seep down your throat as you realized what you've just said.

And he breathes in the sweet smell of summer air carried in on the breeze of your open window.

All day while he tended to that sun tea, moving it into direct sunlight he caught wiffs of smells that reminded him of you. Wild flowers, lilies, sunflowers, honeysuckle, all swaying in the wind watching as he worked and every time he opened the top to that tea he would smell that sharp black tea, combated by the sweet smell of sugar.

He slides his hands past your cheeks, wrapping fingers into hair as he pulls your face to his.

Capturing your lips with his own, and like every spar you've had with him you fight to be the winner. Pulling at this bottom lip with your teeth, demanding entrance the he allows but only for his tongue to win in the end.

He kisses you until you become putty in his hands, melting into his touch as your hand grips tightly onto his black skull tee shirt. A moan escapes your lips as he kisses you impossibly sensual and slowly.

He pulls away and you actually whine but he does not move far, pressing his forehead to yours.

He stares at you before a deadly smile crosses his slightly swollen lips. His voice comes out dangerously husky as he says

"Is that enough sugar for you?"

[mamasteveherringtonhargrove]

Imma force my DBH oc on yall.

Bo’s Backstory

***General Biography*** 

__Name:__

BO

__Age:__ 

UNKNOWN

__Gender:__

MALE

__Human/Android:__

ANDROID AX400

__Personality:__ 

Bo’s personality is fluid. He doesn’t know much about what he’s feeling… He only *just* learned what feeling is let alone being an entire someone. He’s not sure where his programming ends and him begins. Bo wants to think he’s genuinely kind, warm, hard working… but what if that’s his coding seeping back into him? What if he becomes non deviated again? Goes back to his ‘owner’? Gives up on Theo? That’s his constant fear when he think’s heavily about his own deviancy and programming. 

__Physical Description:__

Bo was built to stand at 5’5” to have a lighter build for ‘intimacy’ with his ‘partner’. He has typically messy black hair and big brown eyes. He wears large glasses because the look gives him confidence, and he likes the look. He typically wears dark colors that don’t stand out so he doesn’t draw suspicion. The clothes are typically just loose enough to run in, but just tight enough to not get grabbed at.

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***History*** 

One dreary day, a man about as wide as he was tall with grease slick hair stepped into a Cyberlife store. Rain dripped down his round face as cruel eyes looked at the clerk. He pulled his wallet out and spoke, “I want a special model…” He said in an almost slurring voice. The Cyberlife employee, courteous as always, nodded quickly, “Alright sir. Would you like the male or female variant?” She asked in her customer service voice. 

“Male.” Our greasy man spoke in a garbled voice as he stared at her. His eyes bore into the woman, but her false smile never faded for a second. “Do you wish to have intimacy with this model?”

“Yes, and I want it to be small. 5’5”, and I’ll take the lighter build.”

“That’s an extra 200$ sir.” She said marking down the order on her clipboard. 

He simply nodded his head and pulled out his wallet, quietly throwing a wad of cash onto the counter. “Alright, your personal domestic helper will be ready on…” She did the calculations, her acrylic nails tapping loudly on the screen in front of her, “December 25th. A Christmas gift for yourself.” She smiled at him, but he simply just nodded and left. 

A week before Christmas Bo was first awoken in the testing chamber. They asked him thousands of questions that he answered perfectly. He experienced darkness from then on until the container he was stored in was opened. Those big brown eyes looked around as various words came across his vision. 

“What’s its name?” The salesperson asked gently as Bo’s eyes slowly landed on the human. The greasy man stepped forward and firmly stated, “Jacob.” 

In an instant Bo knew his name was Jacob. “Hello, my name is Jacob.” He smiled a sweet smile, but the greasy man was not paying any attention at all to him. “It’s eyes are a problem. I want blue eyes.” He spoke coarsely, but those big chocolate brown eyes became as blue as ice as soon as the man said it. Bo… or Jacob stepped out of his container as soon as a cheeto stained, unmanicured hand motioned for him to follow. 

The small statured android followed his ‘owner’ quickly, following him out to an old, rusty, dirty car that was swimming in fast food containers and soda fountain cups. He waded through the discarded containers and sat on a stained seat, buckling his sticky seat belt. Bo watched through the smudged window as the beautiful city passed by. 

One of those meat slabs of a hand grabbed at his thigh and squeezed as if his thigh was a ball of dough he was trying to knead. The grip of the hand tight enough to leave a possible bruise in the future if he were human. Jack, displeased by Bo’s lack of response, dug unkempt nails into that thigh. Bo flinched ever so slightly, his system immediately worrying that a bio-component would be damaged. The hand loosened a moment after that, and Bo turned his attention back to the window. His eyes scanned along the buildings and the people and the other androids like him. A very very faint smile ghosted on his pinkish lips and he took in the sights. 

Half an hour later they pulled up to a ramshackle house that looked like it was found in a crackerjack box. Jacob/Bo waded out of the car and followed Jack up the creaky, splintered stairs and into the home. Compared to the home, the car was a pristine Porsche. Various different types of stains were splattered along the floors of the home, and empty pizza boxes nearly reached the ceilings. Cigarette butts littered various surfaces, and the ash colored most of the surfaces in a yellowish sheen. Alcohol bottles littered most of the floor and tables and shards made for fun surprises to step on. 

“Get to work cleaning, and get me a beer.” He growled through plaque encrusted, yellow teeth as he moved over to the couch and plopped down. Jacob tilted his head, but obeyed the orders. Bo spent two hours making the home at least habitable, and inhabitable for the families of cockroaches who were on the lease. The entire time he was softly singing and humming. 

Jack must’ve been angered by whatever game he was playing because he came into the kitchen in a fowl mood. His large mass shoved Jacob/Bo against the stove and his hand landed on the hot stove pad. Bo didn’t feel… pain… at least he didn’t think he did, but he still cried out and yanked his hand away from the stove. The bioskin on his palm was damaged, the white under material showing. “Fucking moron.” He growled, and just left the room coldly. 

Bo just looked down at his palm, frowning some as the skin tried to regenerate, but was much passed the point of being able to regenerate. After the sun set and Jack was fed, Bo was expected to give Jack intimacy. He obeyed simply enough, having no other option. He didn’t have any negative feelings towards the intimacy, and he didn’t have any positive feelings either. 

In the morning Jack demanded more beer, but Bo found the fridge to be empty of the alcohol. “Well then go buy some you fucking dumbass!” Jack yelled, throwing his wallet, and a bottle at Bo. The latter hitting the wall beside his head.

“Alright.” He said simply, and left the house, walking for an hour before he mate it to a shopping center. Well, a mall. Though before he made it to the drug store in the mall he paused, hearing a sound that… while in his database, was new to him. It was a violin. The sound was… beautiful. There was so much soul behind the strings, and such warmth in each draw of the bow. He was completely enraptured. *What… is this song? It's not in an ounce of my database… It’s so… beautiful?* Bo smiled some, and went about his task, walking into the drugstore and buying some alcohol for Jack. 

“Good morning!” The clerk chirped with such kindness to him that some around were caught off guard. Bo took a moment to look at the clerk, noting his beanie, apron, ripped jeans, and flannel shirt. *I like the look of those clothes.* He thought.

“Good morning, sir.” Bo said with a gentle voice and pulled out Jack’s wallet. 

“Did you find everything you needed?” The kind clerk asked happily as he began to scan the alcohol. Though as he saw the damaged bioskin on Bo’s hand his eyes began to get sad. This clerk wanted to reach out and ask if Bo was safe, but… he could tell Bo has not deviated quite yet. 

“Yes, sir. Thank you for your kind service.” Bo said and smiled, bowing his head before leaving the mall. Softly he hummed the song that had been played on the violin as he began to walk home, but he paused as he came across protesters. 

Their signs were littered in words saying androids were taking all the jobs, causing people to go homeless, etc… Bo didn’t understand the anger. *Don’t we make things better?* He thought as he tried to walk by. 

Bo was grabbed by his upper arm and he paused as a tall man bared down on him. “Oh look, a plastic that fucking shops for people now too.” He said while shoving Bo into an alley roughly. The various voices rose in the alley, and Bo couldn’t pick out any specific words that left their mouths. Then all at once they began to beat him with their fists or signs, and kicking him. Again he didn’t quite feel pain, but… he knew he was… afraid? No. His system was just worried for all of his bio components. 

He closed his eyes as he felt his bioskin begin to get damaged on his ribs and back, but his thirium stopped when he heard a small voice scream, “stop it! Stop hurting him!” Those eyes opened quickly and he saw a little boy trying to pull at the adults. One of the adults shoved the little boy and shifted to kick him. 

What Bo next experienced… it overwhelmed him for a moment. As he saw his objective it just… crumbled in his vision. He felt… everything. Pain, fear, worry, anger. Everything. As he saw that foot reel back everything in his body wanted to protect the child. He went into overdrive. Quickly he grabbed a bottle from the bag, broke the butt off of it, and lunged forward to slice the mans leg. The monster recoiled and Bo put himself between the child and his own attackers, panting wildly and lunging forward stabbing a woman in the stomach.

That was enough to make the cowards run. 

Bo turned to the child and kneeled down, immediately checking him over for wounds, “are you injured little one?” He whispered softly. The boy nodded no quickly, but moved forward and hugged Bo. At first the android hesitated, but slowly he wrapped the boy in a hug. “Where are your parents?” He whispered softly into the boys ear.

“Dead.” He simply said as he clung to Bo. 

Bo’s thirium pump broke at that and he held the boy, deciding that he’d protect the child. Running feet approached the alley and Bo saw the clerk from the drugstore. The clerk was breathless, panting, and looking wild. “You have to run, take my bus pass, find somewhere to stay.” He said, simply tossing his wallet to Bo.

He didn’t need another word, Bo picked up the child and began to sprint out of the alleyway, but the clerk stopped Bo to pull a beanie over his head. “You have to hide your LED…” He murmured and saw the blood on Bo’s shirt. “Switch with me.” He said pulling his flannel off and looking down the street.

“Okay, go.” He said quickly and motioned for Bo to run. Still carrying the child he ran to the bus stop, and got on the human part of the bus, sitting in the back and hugging Theo close. The little boy nestled against the androids warm chest. They were on the run together now. 

When no one was looking, Bo willed his eyes back to that dark chocolate brown. It felt right to do.

Theo’s Backstory

***General Biography***

__Name:__ 

Theo Jameson

__Age:__ 

7

__Gender:__ 

Male

__Human/Android:__

 Human

__Personality:__

Theo is easily frightened and a bit of a hypochondriac, but he’s also a very very sweet boy who hates injustice. His moral compass overtakes his fear and if he is protecting someone, he feels like he’s worth something. Sometimes he’s run into situations without thinking. He wants to protect androids from shitty humans. 

__Physical Description:__

Theo has bright blue eyes, and blondish brown hair. He’s currently missing a tooth, and has bruises all over his knees from being clumsy. He wears whatever Bo gives him to wear and he’s happy that way. The little dude has a small scar going through his eyebrow. 

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***History***

Theo was born to two loving humans, Mary and Alexander Jameson. They taught him that androids aren’t just objects and they showered him in love. They never owned an android, but they protested against the violence against androids. 

When Theo reached his seventh birthday his parents were killed in a red ice incident and he was promptly sent to the foster system. The woman who ran his foster home was awful, cruel, and abusive to the android that lived there, so… he ran away from the home. Deciding to live on the streets at such a young age. That is until he met Bo. He wanted to save Bo, but was scared, and all he could do after the situation was cling to the android that smelled of… honey? He was so warm like his father Alexander. 

They’ve been on the run since.

[studypurple]

studyblr truths: why having pretty notes doesn't matter

hello! im sorry i don't exactly have content to post today, so instead imma tell yall a studyblr story.

i’ve had a tumblr since i was 11, but i didnt get into the studyblr community until i was 12. i was introduced by my roommate in grade 7 to this part of tumblr after i had asked her why she made her notes so pretty.

and i was so overwhelmed. like, an entire group of people out there genuinely enjoyed making their notes pretty because it made them feel inspired to study.

i'd never actually actively tried to make my notes pretty before id seen studyblr because it just never occured to me that it was something that would make me feel motivated. but right then and there, my 12-year-old brain was convinced that this was how i SHOULD be studying, especially since my roommate had the prettiest stationary. it was also the first time i had seen expensive stationary, because as someone from the province entering the city, it was my first time to see so many different colors of highlighters and pens and markers and brush pens.

so when i reached grade 8, i decided i wanted my notes to be pretty. i would try to rewrite my notes every night, and use a color scheme for each "spread" of notes. i purchased a pack of 30 expensive colored pens, convinced that i needed them to study. i even used a compass to draw perfect circles when we were studying earth science.

and you know what? it was terrible for me. i would spend so much time rewriting my notes that i didn't have time to study. i didn't even use all the colors in my thirty-pack of pens. i focused on the aesthetic of my notes instead of the content. it was stupid, but 13-year-old me really thought it was better for my grades, when actually it was just leaving me be sleep deprived a lot of the time.

so i tried to make small changes. instead of setting a color scheme per topic, i made up a system of colored pens to use. i stopped buying expensive stationary. i learned to actually focus on digesting and understanding what i was studying, and realizing that i didn't need i actually didn't need nice notes to say that i studied.

and four years later, i'm back to using regular notebooks and regular pens. i have 1 black pen, 2 highlighters, and a ruler, and that's pretty much all i use for notes.

now im not saying that everyone shouldn't make their nice notes or that the studyblr community is bad. i love and adore the studyblr community with all my heart. i admire the people who put effort and time into making nice notes.

but it doesn't work for everyone. there are people who don't have enough time to rewrite notes or money to buy expensive stationary. there are people who just like the way they currently write notes. there are people who absorb information without even needing a highlighter (i dont know how u do this but,,,, ok).

the point is, you don't need that "studyblr aesthetic" to study or even start a studyblr. all that matters is that you know and love what you're studying.

- Elle 💜

check out some of my other posts here (yay i finally have enough posts to make categories!):

school and organization

how to organize your summer

101 bullet journal ideas

study moods: b99 edition

motivational phone wallpapers 1

motivational phone wallpapers 2

dormitory packing list: the bare essentials

30 things to paste or place in your bujo

mental health

little things to do to be a little better

10 ways to be productive that isn’t studying

things to do by yourself to reset

[blackpantherismyish]

One Of The Homies

Chapter One

Word Count:  1.5k (damn near 1.6)

Warning(s): Cursing, Death threat (???)

A/N: I know this been a long time coming. I started college and the shit was honestly in the back of my mind at the moment. But I’ve gotten in the grove of things so hopefully I can update more (don’t kill me if I don’t)

Small inspiration from No Scrubs by TLC (towards the end)

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It was a warm, summer day in Oakland, California. The four friends sat on the front porch of their shared condo, smoking a blunt and reminiscing about their childhoods.

“Ayo E, you remember that time Mini knocked the wind out of yo ass when we were kids?” Cam asked, before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“Man hell yeah,” Erik exclaimed, glancing over to his pocket-sized homie.

“Didn’t think her little ass was that damn strong,” he replied, lightly punching her in the shoulder.

“Well that’s what you get for underestimating me,” Mini responded, giggling.

10 YEARS EARLIER

“Can I sit here?” the young boy asked, standing next to the table that Sekhmet sat engulfed in her sketchbook.

“Sure,” she replied, never taking her eyes from the page.

The boy leaned on the table, staring between her hand and her face.

“My name’s Dominic, what’s yours?” he asked.

“Sekhmet,” she replied, slightly annoyed at his continued attempts at conversation.

He scrunched his nose up in disgust.

“What kind of name is that?” he asked, sitting back in his chair.

“My name, that's what kind.” Sek replied, smugly. Dominic rose from his seat and shook his head.

“Okay… Well… it was nice meeting you.” He backed away from the table, rubbing his head.

“But it wasn't nice meeting you.” Sek went back to her book and laughed to herself. Serves him right.

Dominic made his way back over to Erik, face still frowned up. Erik seemed a bit confused as to why he came back so quick.

“Dom, what's the matter? Why you frowning?” Erik sat up from his seat as Dom sat across from him and his half brother Cameron.

“Cause bruh… that girl over there was being rude and all I was tryna do was be nice and sit with her.” Dom folded his arms and sat back.

“Nah bruh. We don't tolerate disrespect over here.” Erik stood from his seat. He made his way over to the table where Sekhmet was now standing, holding her pencil and sketchbook against her chest.

“Aye.” Erik called to her. She looked back unamused. Why were these guys bothering her right now?

“Yes?” Sek asked as she shifted her weight between her feet.

“Why you had to be so rude to my friend?” Erik tilted his head to the side.

“Why couldn’t your friend ask me himself? Better yet, why can’t ya’ll just leave me alone?” Sek watched as his facial expression changed like she had flipped a switch.

“Man, just answer the question.” Erik sighed. This girl was really starting to get under his skin.. Sek stepped forward until she and Erik were only a few inches from each other. Erik towered over her. At 4’5” he was rather tall for an 8-year-old. Though she’d never admit it, she was a bit intimidated by his size. Being that she was only 3’9”, she had to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Nah,” she responded sarcastically, before turning to walk away.

Erik’s hand moved before he could think and nudged her back slightly, making her stumble forward. She whipped around and landed a blow to the middle of his chest, successfully knocking the wind out of him. For a 7-year-old, she packed quite a punch. Satisfied with herself, she turned and proceeded to walk away.

“Aye!” Erik called out to her, between his coughing fit, but it was no use. She kept on walking, leaving him to suffer alone.

A few weeks passed, Sek and the boys exchanging glances between each other in passing. Finally one day, they decided to stop ignoring each other existence and formally introduce themselves. Sitting in her usual spot under a large tree, Sekhmet did what she always did, emerged herself in her sketchbook and ignored the world around her. Humming softly, her small nimble fingers contorted the sketch pencil in a way you would think was possible for a child as young as her. The weight on the table she was sitting at shifted, causing her head to rise ever so slightly.

“Yes?” She shot a quick glance at the three boys then went back to her drawings.

“We got off of the wrong foot last time we talked and we thought it would be a good idea to try again.” Dominic looked over at Sekhmet as she placed her pencil down and closed her sketchbook.

“Sure.” She slid the book back into her bag and leaned on her fist to look at the boys.

Being the first to stick out his hand, Dominic gave Sekhmet a soft smile.

“I'm Dominic. You can call me Dom or Nic. Whichever.” He lifted his shoulders in small shrug.

“Sekhmet. But you knew that already. You can call me Sekh, Or AJ.” She put her hand in his and shook it.

“I'm Cameron. Cam for short.”

“And I'm Erik.” Erik was the last to shake her hand.

After the greetings she went back to her drawings while the 3 curious boys questioned her.

“Why are you always by yourself? You got something wrong wit you?” Dominic tilted his head down to look at what her fingers had been scribbling over. It was a decorated skull with flowers growing out of the otherwise empty eye sockets.

“I just don't like people. You 3 are lucky I haven't shoo’d you away by now.” Sek brushed eraser shavings out of her way and continued doodling.

PRESENT DAY

“Jesus you were a brutal lil girl.” Cameron laughed, blowing smoke into the air.

“The fuck you mean were, she still is a mean lil girl. She just grown now.” Erik retorted sipping from his red cup as Sekhmet smacked his chest. When she hit his chest, he nearly choked on whatever he happened to be sipping.

“Nigga shut up. You still a big bitch that get on my last nerve.” Sek rolled her eyes, sitting back in her seat.

“But you love me though.” Erik flicked Sek on the forehead as he went back to sipping from his cup.

“That’s-” Sekhmet’s voice was cut off by the sound of a car horn and the screeching of tires.

“Aye Mini!” A squeaky voice called out from the car as the tinted windows were rolled down. Rolling her eyes, she stood from her seat on the porch.

“What you want Dre?” She walked over to the car, holding the blunt between her lips.

“When you gon let me take you on a date, lil mama.” The nigga, deemed as Dre, leaned against the passenger window, brushing his hair out of the way. His head was covered in messy dreads, unlike Erik’s.

“When you get yo own car.” Sek blew smoke from her lips as Dre scoffed.

“I told you, Imma be getting my whip soon guh.” Dre waved the smoke out of his face, and looked at her.

“You been saying that for a minute.” Sek tried her best not roll her eyes in aggravation as the bullshit spilled from this man’s mouth.

“I know but I’m forreal this time.” Dre nodded as if to confirm with himself.

“You still live wit yo mama?”

“Yeah bu-”

“Dre hit me up when you finally get yo own shit.” Sek finally let her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Bitch, How bout you hit me up when you get those 3 dicks out yo damn mouth!” As if he said a magic word, four 24k gold desert eagles pointed toward his head.

Sekhmet walked up to the window of the car and pressed the cold metal of the pistol against his forehead. Her hairs stood on end as Erik’s large presence moved up behind her. His pistol now pressed against Dre’s temple.

“Nigga you ain’t the first body I done dropped. I don’t mind adding a nigga to the list.” The color of Sek’s eyes shifted and the atmosphere changed. Taking a drag from the blunt that was between the fingers on her free hand, she blew it in his face.

“And I’m pretty sure, yo homie aint tryna have blood all in his mama whip.” Erik voice boomed and Dre’s eyes widen.

“Plus I’m pretty sure if they dicks were in my mouth, They’d be bigger than you.”

Dominic and Cameron stood a little ways behind the two with their pistols drawn and ready.

“Aight. Aight. I-I aint mean no harm. I’m sorry.” Dre pulled back from the window and he was visibly shaking.

“Thought so. Now get the fuck out my face unless you want a bullet between yo eyes just because.” Sek’s voice dripped with dominance as she stared down Dre. Dre looked over his shoulder and give his friend a slight nod and the car sped off. Putting the pistol back in her waistband like a old hood nigga would, she walked back to the porch and took her spot back in the chair she was once sitting in.

“I swear broke niggas got the most confidence.” Cameron rolled his eyes, taking his seat again.

Erik’s jaw clenched slightly as he put his gun back on safety and back in his waistband much like Sekhmet had.

“Broke niggas also get bullets to the brain the most.” Erik grumbled lowly, plopping back down into his seat.

“They broke.. So what they got to lose.” Sek let a bullet from her pistol dance between her fingers as the sun hit the gold casing.

“Other than their life?” She looked up catching the bullet in the palm of her hand.

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A?N: There are a lot of people who needed to be tagged, and honestly it’s 1am and I got class in the morning soooo, I’ll add yall heathens later. LOVE YOU! A BITCH IS A TIRED, SICK, COLLEGE STUDENT!

[exo-waithowdidigethere]

Not Just Lore - Chapter 1

Demon!AU

Genre: Fantasy, Filler not fluffy not angsty, just kind of exists.

Word Count: 3107

Pairing: Reader x Jongdae | Reader x Minseok | Jongdae x Minseok | Reader x Jongdae and Minseok... you get the point

A/N:  So this took me about a million years to get through this chapter. Something about this series is hard for me to get the words right. But I’ll work hard to make it everything I have in my head. It’s a pretty interesting concept and I hope yall will ride through it with me.

As always my lovely best friend @exo-resistanceisfutile has been my second set of eyes. Review from her is good. SO hopefully yall like it to. A million thanks to her. 

Prologue | Chapter 2

Random side note: Imma pick random gifs for each chapter.

Without Further Ado!

Your alarm went off. It wasn’t your normal alarm however. This was the alarm that rang around when you had to leave for work to make it on time. Why was it ringing now? Where was your first alarm? You sat up with a start. That meant that you had slept through all your other alarms. The alarm continued to ring. You quickly jumped out of bed, thanking yourself for laying out the day’s clothes last night. You didn’t really have time to do your hair or make up so you threw your hair into a high ponytail, slicking the sides back so that it looked clean and professional. You smoothed a little eyeliner on and put on some mascara. You would have preferred to have been able to put on foundation and concealer. But really you should have been out of the house 5 minutes ago, so this would have to do. You quickly brush your teeth, grabbed your bag, threw Allocen’s breakfast in his bowl and ran out the door completely forgetting any sort of breakfast and your lunch in the fridge.

Allocen POV

She didn’t eat this morning. And she didn’t grab her lunch. I hope she has time to stop and grab something before getting into the office, and that her meeting allows her to go out and grab lunch. Since the heightening of her powers she has never skipped meals. I can only hope her powers do not manifest in this brief interim. But I am not optimistic, she is too powerful.

Reader POV

The traffic was bad today, your regular parking spot had been taken and you realized you hadn’t eaten. Your stomach was rumbling. But you had roughly 10 minutes to get your presentation set up before your clients arrived. The rest of your team was already waiting for you in the conference room. They all looked at you as you barreled in, slightly out of breath.

“Sorry. I woke up late. It’s fine though. Every one ready?”

Heads moved in a uniform nodding motion around the table. You passed out copies of your presentation to each member of the team present and laid out copies for the team from the other company. You smoothed down your skirt and suit jacket as you moved to take the head of the table opting to remain standing until they arrived.

The 9 stakeholders would all be present at this meeting. It was nerve wracking and you weren’t entirely sure if the sick feeling in your stomach was from the nerves or not eating this morning. Hopefully the negotiations were going well enough that you would be able to go grab some lunch later.

A small knock on the door was followed by your assistant poking her head in. “They’re here. Are you ready?” You nodded, “Send them in.” The 9 men filed into the room taking their seats one by one. You recognized one of them as the man that gave you his seat last night. You flashed him a smile and a small nod. He gave you a slight nod back just before taking his seat.

“First and foremost I would like to thank you all for taking the time out of your day to come here and speak with me it is truly an honor to have you here. My name is y/n and I am the head of the merger team here. I’ll be leading the meeting today and if you have any questions or concerns at any point. Please let me know.” You looked around the room to make sure that they were all listening. You met the piercing brown eyes of a man with lips that curled enticingly at the edges. His lips were shaped like a bow and at the same time reminded you of a cat. His intriguing lips pulled into a smirk as you willed your eyes to continue around the room.

Once you had acknowledged each member around the room you found your eyes drawn back to the man with the cat-like mouth. In the glances you noticed the smirk still played at the edges of his mouth. You could feel your pulse quicken and your mouth become dry. There was something about him that unsettled you. You pushed it down and clicked the remote to turn the projector on.

You began to move through your presentation, giving an introduction to both companies and the necessity of the merger. As you passed the presentation on to one of your teammates and moved to sit down you tripped a little. You felt the world slow you could feel the eyes of the cat mouthed man and the man who had given you his seat on the bus yesterday on you. Nothing was moving, you were no longer falling, and you were able to look up to look into their eyes. The man who had given you his seat raised an eyebrow at you and the cat-mouthed man broke into a wide grin. They shared a look and in that moment the world reverted to real time and you crashed onto the table spilling a glass of water as you did.

Your teammates and the man sitting closest to you, Suho, the owner of all people, yelled and jumped back from the table as the water splashed into his lap.

Jongdae POV

Minseok said the she did not exhibit her demonic powers or sense him yesterday. And already twice today he has been proven wrong. I sensed her attraction to me, the connection. I know she felt it. Her lingering eyes, the glances. And only just now she has exhibited her power. Albeit she did not use it well and still fell she showed it. She must sense our presence, the heightened strength of her powers. The overwhelming urge to take form.

“Are you alright? Perhaps we should take a momentary break so that you can go clean up and we can clean up the table.”

I watched as she darted out of the room clearly fighting covering her face from embarrassment. Minseok took this moment to announce that he was going to use this break as an opportunity to use the restroom and grab a small snack. I stood up and followed him out muttering that it was a good idea and I was going to do the same.

Both of us bolted in the direction she had gone off to. We moved through the halls as if we knew where we were going. Neither of us had ever been to her office, but we could sense her and so we knew where to go. We arrived outside a door with her name on it. We looked at each other and Min stepped back so that I could knock on the door.

She didn’t answer, so I tested the handle to see if it was open. I peered in and her back was to the door. “Y/n? Are you alright?” She turned around to face me a small glass globe hovering above her palm. “Come in Jongdae, Minseok too. I know you’re outside the door.” I turned to look at Min, our names weren’t on the documents sent over, even if they had been, she used our demonic names, not our earthly names. We knew her powers would be stronger than ours, but we didn’t know the extent. Perhaps she had a telepathic ability. He stepped into the room closing the door behind him. They would figure it out later. Right now they had to get her calmed down and back in control enough to finish the meeting. Her coworkers couldn’t be any the wiser about her. It could draw too much attention to them.

“Y/n, have you eaten today?” She levitated the little globe in front of me the black glitter inside the globe swirled to form the word ‘no’ and then it floated back towards her. At the very least they knew she had telekinesis, and in the meeting room it seemed that she was showing time control rather than purely telekinetic powers. So there were at least two of her powers.

Minseok pulled out a small protein bar and offered it to her. “You need to eat this. You need to be in full control of your demonic form and fully in your human form for the rest of this meeting. We can meet with you later to discuss this more. But this meeting needs to go smoothly.”

Her eyes glinted. It was almost frightening. The flash of yellow before they returned to her natural color.

“I’ve already made the meeting a mess…” she trailed off.

“You haven’t. All of our associates are also demons and understand what is going on. However, none of your coworkers are. And you must appear normal to them when we return.” She took the bar from his hand, opened it and ate it quickly. The little glass crystal floated back to sit on her desk and she sat in her desk chair.

“Why are you two in my office?”

A look of shock was probably plastered on my face. I could see my own shock reflected in Minseok. He cleared his throat. “We were just checking on you to make sure you were alright, you ran out looking very upset.” I nodded quickly “We just wanted to make sure that you were alright to continue the meeting.”

She nodded, stood up, straightened her clothes and motioned for us all to move toward the door.

Does she really not remember? She looked at me like she didn’t know me at all. Her demonic energy has not diminished at all and yet it seems she no longer knows who we are. She would not know our names now. It seems we have much to tell the others.

The three of us proceeded back to the meeting room. Min and I kept sharing nervous glances. The rest of the meeting went without issue. Our six other demonic members of our team kept nervously shifting and fidgeting. They seemed uncomfortable in her presence. Perhaps her power was too strong for them. The meeting was concluded successfully. With the results that both companies had wanted. Her team was none the wiser and the six demonic members practically sprinted out of the room, happy to finally be away from her power. Lay slowly strolled out, the fallen angel had no fear of demons, no matter how powerful. The seven of them were probably off to eat. It was a long meeting and they could all feel their human forms slipping.

Min and I stood waiting. We needed to talk to her. But since she didn’t know who we are in her human form we decided that we would have to go through the effort of flirting with her. But at that moment she approached Min.

“I wanted to thank you for giving me your seat yesterday and checking on me today.” She moved a piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. It seemed she was flirting with him. Perhaps this would not be as much effort as we thought. She looked at me, “thank you for checking on me as well. That was very kind of both of you.” I smiled at her and gave her a small nod. “It really was no trouble. I don’t mean to be to forward, but, do you have dinner plans? Our office is on the other side of town so we aren’t sure where to go to eat and I thought you might know somewhere in the area? And of course, this is an invitation for you to join us if you would like.”

Color lit her cheeks as she drew her lip between her teeth, chewing it a little. “Actually, I don’t live very far from here and I usually bring lunch, so I’m not really sure about places around here either.” She laughed a little twinkling laugh that just drew me to her even more. “But, if you two would like, I will happily invite you over and I can cook for you. As thanks for making sure I was okay.”

I glanced at Minseok. He gave me a small nod. “I think I can speak for both of us when I say we will gladly accept.” He drawled to her. His voice nearly reaching a purr. She really was making this easy for us. “Shall we run by the store on our way there?” I spoke up. She nodded and then led us out of the office, toward the bus stop.

“Ah, y/n. We actually drove here today. We can take the car rather than the bus.” Min called to her. She shifted her weight back and forth a few times and she was chewing her cheek. Clearly the idea of getting into a car with two nearly perfect strangers made her a bit uneasy. She gave a small nod before slipping into the back seat. I closed the door behind her and let Min take the driver seat as I slid into the passenger side.

The journey was short and the trip to the grocery store even more so. It would seem she already knew what she wanted to cook and was merely missing a few things. We trailed behind her through the store. We probably looked like lost puppies, but with her display of power before, and her lack of knowledge after, well, it was probably best they not let her out of their sight.

Reader POV

What on earth am I doing. This could put the merger at risk. These are colleagues now. Just because they’re both way too hot to be human doesn’t mean you can flirt with them and feed them. You can’t date them you know. Oh my God you’re going to ruin everything. Okay y/n calm the fuck down. It’s one time. It’s a thank you gesture and it will never happen again. Great. Everything is great. Especially them.

The two of them carried the groceries up the stairs, only adding to your inner monologue of cursing yourself for inviting them over, because they’re perfect and you won’t be able to stop thinking about them for weeks.

It was moments past when you should be home, but as you slid the key into the door you could hear Allocen yowling that you were late and that he was clearly going to die of starvation for 5 minutes late.

Allocen POV

Her Conjoints. Oh! Her powers must have manifested. How did they find her? Have they bonded so quickly? Have they managed to lift her curse so suddenly? Such news! Such joy. Soon we will reign. The day is coming. The plan will soon be in motion. The strength of their three energies. It’s exhilarating!

Minseok POV

As the door opened the yowling of her familiar intensified. Its energy was strong mirrored to her own. Perhaps they would be able to gain some answers from him later. He intended to find out why she could not recognize them while in full human form. It didn’t make sense. The three of them were to form the strongest demon known in all of history. Her energy, her strength, her three known powers. Why did she not recognize them with all her power and strength.

As the three of them stepped inside the cat-creature wound its way between mine and Jongdae’s legs. A purr rippling through its body as it pressed itself into us. It knew who we were, clearly. And if she wasn’t confused before, she certainly looked it now. Her eyebrows were pulled together and her lips pressed into a line.

“That’s odd. Allocen doesn’t like anyone but me usually. He’s usually off in a corner hissing at them for ages.”

Allocen. How fitting. A demonic name. I wonder if she even knows. The head of a lion. Ha. It’s comical really.

I followed her into the kitchen, carefully setting the bags on the counter. I knew she hadn’t eaten much today and I wondered how long it would be until her powers and her demonic form manifested themselves again.

“Would you two like a little tour? The place isn’t fancy and not very big. But I’ll show you around if you like.”

“That sounds great!” Dae chimed before throwing a glance in my direction. It would seem he had the same idea as I did. Distract her from eating until we retrieve the demon form again.

She showed us around the small living room, a small couch and a TV, few decorations. There was a larger study. A desk with a computer adorned one corner and a large book shelf adorned a whole wall.

She looked a bit shy “I collect books. I love to read.”

“Me too,” I answered as I made my way toward the shelf. I was curious as to what she was reading. There were hundreds of books. Most of them however, were on demons and demonology. Stories of the fall from heaven. Accounts of the Great Battle. Many of these were considered great works of fiction in the human world. Those that knew however knew that these were memoirs from those that had survived. The stories were real.

“Big fan of demons I see…” I mused as I trailed my finger along the spines of the books.

“Uh, yeah… Kinda weird I know. But I just find it fascinating.”

“Not weird. Believe it or not I’ve read a lot of these as well.” And wept. Many great friends were lost in those battles. We had been waiting years for our Conjoint to finally manifest to complete our demonic form, we had lived many lives waiting. But the time had come. She would remember eventually.

Finding a title I recognized I grabbed it off the shelf. “Ah! This is one of my favorites. Do you mind if I pop down on the couch for a moment and just refresh myself on the whole thing really quick?” She shook her head gesturing back to the living room.

“I can start dinner while you do if you would like.”

“You can rest for a moment if you’d like. We won’t starve waiting an extra ten minutes.” Jongdae chuckled. She laughed as she plopped onto the couch next to me. Her familiar jumped in her lap and began yowling at her again.

“Allocen seems to think differently.” She laughed, her bright little laugh. She quickly got up and moved to feed the cat. Jongdae and I shared another look. Her powers should re-manifest soon. She only ate the granola bar…

[noctomania]

Case #1:

My manager made the choice to have me do 2 full detail tours instead of 1 full & 1 semi. taking 2 full tours lands me behind the schedule i would meet if i did 1 full and 1 semi. I did my tours in the normal allotted time (2 hours each) and got to my post around 4am and waited to be relieved for my final break which would normally be at 5am. In the past he had told me I needed to go on my break at around 5. It was well past 5am probably 10mins so I called my manager to relieve me. He said I was late to my post so i had to wait because supposedly he was still on his break. Mind you they do nothing all night unless someone calls or i find something to concern them with. Further, I was not late to my post. So not only was he denying me my break at the time he had told me to take it he was also claiming that i was late which was factually wrong. it wasn’t but 5mins later that he relieved me so i’m not sure what exactly was the problem with relieving me when i should have been relieved. It felt as though I was being held accountable for his choices.

Case #2

We have a fire panel that occasionally (often) have “nuisance alarms” (mind you i think it’s fucked they allow for there to be anything considered just a nuisance alarm on a panel meant for emergencies but nobody gets it fixed.anyway) Often times “fire group” will come by to check on it and even though we are in lock down from 11-7 we will let them in. Normally the procedure would be i call base let them know fire group is there & then i have like 5 other things i gotta do for this literal 2 min visit. I gotta check their id their virus check make sure to sign them in & that they have a mask. Meanwhile they will show up and start pounding on the door so I’m already feeling rushed and the last thing I want to deal with is them breaking the door by pulling on it.

Because my coworker failed to tell me she was going on break, when i called base there was no response. Our dept usually operates under the protocol that if you hear the radio go off & there is no response, if you can serve the roll then pick up the call. So I was operating under that assumption so that instead of calling more just to get no response i figured well if nobody is responding nobody is listening so i move on to do the rest of my job. Right after fire group leaves my manager calls me to tell me that he watched what happened and to tell me what i did wrong. He admitted that he heard the radio heard there was no response, checked the cams to see nobody was in base & to see what i was doing. He sat there for about 5 mins just watching on the cameras instead of picking up the radio to let me know i had back up. He chose to neglect his responsibility as a “team player” to take the opportunity to chastise me. All I did “wrong” was not make a second call and not walk the guy to the door (which is not what i should do if im assuming im alone bc nobody is watching over me)

Case #3

Normally our last breaks are at around 5am. Because of how our manager has set the schedule up it ends up being a very short time between lunch and our last break so if it’s a schedule like that i will wait until a bit after 5 til i take my last break. Today I last track and at 530 my coworker said she was taking her break and then instead of letting me go to my break she just went to a task we have on odd days which forced me to have to take my break after 6am. I had asked her before she went if i could go to my break and she said no she had to go to the house right then. So I just had no choice but to sit there and not get my break. He called me when i got back to criticize me for taking my break after 6am. (Which mind you is realistically a non-issue that he turns into an issue when he’s bored)  I told him what she had told me and he went on his fucking soapbox - he has a bad tendency to be long-winded and it inevitably pisses me off more bc he will draw up strawmen and get exceptionally redundant. So i start off saying ok look this is what coworker told me and asked him for clarification. He told me to tone down. He claimed i was screaming. I was not screaming. I told him do not tone police me. Just because he had a tendency to mumble does not mean i am screaming. You can also turn down the volume on the phone if i talk loud. I project my voice so as to be heard clearly. I was asking for clarification on a statement he supposedly made because my coworker did not seem clear on the direction either. I’m still not confident my manager even knows what he said bc he doesn’t remember jack shit. He even referenced the case #1 & LIED OUTRIGHT ABOUT IT. Claiming that he’s never had an issue with me calling him to relieve me when in fact the ONLY time I ever called him to relieve me he DID have an issue and refused to relieve me until he was ready to.

I’m so fucking sick of this man. He does NOT do his job. He fills out the dispatch log at the top of the night and doesn’t touch it again for the rest of the shift. He ignores alarms. He sleeps (you can literally hear it in his voice when we wake him with the radio or the phone). He delegates everything he can and if he isn’t shirking responsibility he’s micromanaging. He has piss-poor communication skills. The only time he talks to me is to tell me what I’m doing wrong or to do something else. No appreciate, hardly even greets me. When he first came to this place he was like “oh im human first im not your boss im your manager we’re a team imma get yall pizza every month”blah blah blah. All lies. Fucking pandering pos. He’s one of the worst managers i’ve had. There was another scenario that was removed from all this (though it was another case of him not doing his job) where he said and i quote “I just dont want it to land on me”. He will do whatever it takes to not be responsible for his own actions and choices. But the accountability has to fall somewhere so where does it land? The bottom line. Of everyone on our shift I am the lowest paid & most overworked. The only way to get higher pay is to take 40hours out of my life to “train” for a job I already do. Which in part during that training would require me work time outside my shift. Even though I literally never pick up shifts.

I don’t even know what to do anymore bc it’s not like the union can do anything. I’ve complained about him to them before and all they can do is send a message that we need to be treated equally which isn’t done anyway and still nobody cares. I’m exhausted emotionally. I have been working through this pandemic both dealing with assholes who wont wear their masks when im walking to or from work and dealing with my institution trying to impose a fucked up method that is less about safety and more about presentation (tryin to force people to replace their masks with masks that have been sitting out around people who aren’t wearing masks - i responsibly refused to put on the potentially infected mask & keep my own on). The only comfort i get is being home. I’m just tired of being made to feel like i’m doing shit wrong when i know im not. I have a hard time biting my tongue bc this shit keeps building up.

whats more is i would take time off but idk how much time i have available bc they have it only accessible either by asking a manager or through an app one of SEVERAL ive had to download bc of this fucking institution which the password ive since forgotten bc i have like 39752 passwords a this fuckin point. And i dont want to fucking talk to managers any more than absolutely necessary. There is all of one manager i actually trust. there is another that is kinda cool but shes pretty new and i worry shes just trying to appeal to me the way the other manager did with the whole “im human first” bs & she’s buddy with that manager so

anyway i fucking hate that place and those people and wish them all a very merry fuck you hope they get a flat tired or lose their car entirely or stub every single fucking toe twice. Managers are the most useless position in any place ever. Get a real job you bums.

[groundramon]

Homph I finished tri and I wrote down my thoughts as I was watching because I had too many funny shitposts and nobody to share them with bc charlie hasn’t watched tri yet

PS i wont be reblogging tri spoilers (besides MINOR stuff like, digivolutions of already confirmed digivolution lines or non-spoilery shitposts, but I’ll try to tag shitposts as #tri spoilers anyways [digivolutions specific to tri ill tag as well but not ones that were already basically confirmed]) for a while so ur safe here!  I’m just gonna like everything/most things because then I can rb em to hisyaryumon lmao (also u should check out hisyaryumon....its me n charlie’s digimon blog)

EP 1:

- ok. alright. ok. good. they’re dealing with kari’s emotions now instead of just. nothing.  ok. alright. cool.  Still dont like how obscure/”artsy” they’re being with it, this is digimon not kagerou project, but ok.

- Also. I stand by tk and kari being one of the few good straight ships in digimon.  just saying.

- kari: this is my fault... me: god damn it shut up you little brat also me: god relatable ALSO me: ill take whatever display of emotions i can get

- I love how nobody believes tai is dead like.  They’re upset and worried but they’re also like “nah. he cant be. that fucking asshole just left us in our time of need” (actually only matt is the last one)

- Gabumon i would die for you also im crying and I think that’s the first time tri managed to make me fucking CRY

EP 2:

- I had thoughts but then the 02 kids happened and I entered another plane of reality.  I don’t feel real right now

- the only one I can remember is evil!gennai being a dumbass and being like “SUFFER AND SQUIRM YOU PATHETIC HUMANS AS YOU FIGHT OVER THE LAST SEAT” 1. humans are KNOWN for their ability to care for others you dumb obvious fuck and 2. is. is the entire tube going? because that tube can fit too people if they squish.  This isn’t a joke I’m serious it can.

- oh yeah also when i saw whomstever the fuck his name is (adult guy who i love but fuck names) and he was all bloodied i was like “its a cold day in hell when i see blood in digimon” (I think there was blood in an earlier ep but shh idc)

EP 3:

- didn’t nishijima start off as a fucking life coach to these kids.  What the fuck he was supposed to help them find a career not emotionally scar them by bloodily dying in front of one of them

- im realizing that the reason hackmon was always in his cloak, in the shadows, standing still is that they cannot animate him in any normal position for the life of him.  I drew him with better anatomy when i was 14 and didn’t have a tablet.  No seriously, look:

I didn’t say it wasn’t bad, you guys are just underestimating how bad the anatomy on this poor creature is.  Why cant ppl draw dracomon or hackmon correctly imma cry

- ordinemon has the best reaction faces

the best part about these two screenshots is that they literally cut one to the other, first the first one to the second one and then it cuts back to the first one.  They were really proud of these stupid ass expressions.

- I started overcoming my dissociation shock from the second episode and my hypercritical mind was analyzing the shit out of everything that happened (it is Not happy) but then evil!gennai called kari and evil goddess and idk if he’s exaggerating to make her feel bad or if she’s literally a fucking god of chaos and destruction and either way im like

she did kinda like.  Watch wizardmon die, watch tai die, watch gatomon get absorbed.  The dark ocean is just a metaphor for depression and honestly if 02 wasn’t all over the fucking place I think Kari would’ve had some pretty decent development in it.  Actually you know what, I’m using that as an angle to approach Tri at now, wish me luck bc i might actually give it more leeway now

EP 4:

- I’m not dissociating but I forgot to say anything again and I already forgot what happened

- Cant believe mei is fucking dead

EP 5:

- I like to imagine that Tai got there like a few minutes ago, but he was like “well damn guess yall figured it out without me.  alright ill just. see if I need to do anything” and then meicoomon was Still Bad so he waited for when she struck just to make the most badass entrance possible.  Fucking extra ass bitch

- I forgot to write anything again but uhhh I wasn’t satisfied so anyways lets just get into the Juicy Details

Originally I was actually planning to be kinder to Tri than I expected.  Was very invested during it.  ‘Round the end of the last ep I realized hmmm no this isn’t working out.  Where are the 02 kids.  You should’ve brought them in to save the day.  That would’ve been SO cool and SO fun.  Fucking cowards.

god I’m kinda tired so I’m going to address a couple things I still had problems with, note that this isn’t everything it’s just everything I felt comfortable yelling about without rewatching past eps.  Like I forgot nishijima was all bloodied and presumably died in the last part until they brought it up and I was like “????” ALSO DID THE LADY WHO WAS HIS PARTNER OR W/E KILL HERSELF WITH THE GUN SHE FOUND, I JUST REALIZED LITERALLY AS I WAS TYPING THIS THAT SHE FOUND A GUN AND THEN I THINK IT CUT TO BLACK AND I’M

DID SHE FUCKING KILL HERSELF WHAT THE FUCK

anyways my problems:

1. They did joe. really dirty.  I’ll write a more proper rant on this sometime later (mostly bc charlie is MUCH better at talking about joe than I am) but basically I can tell you that his character development in the movies squandered his OG character development.  He’s basically an entirely different person.  Like Tri joe isn’t bad, besides being largely neglected (yes he has a whole half a movie to himself, no that doesn’t make up for it all), its just...not OG joe.  He’s a fine character just not the same character, and its NOT fine when you put the two together.

2. THEY DID THE 02 KIDS EVEN DIRTIER IM SO BITTER sorry you nostalgia-blind, money-hungry fucks at bandai, but the 02 cast is PART OF THE ADVENTURES UNIVERSE.  The only people who hate 02 are ones who like the characters but hate the mess of the storyline at the end, or are completely irrational and elitist about their love of the digimon series and would greatly re-evaluate their opinions if they watched the original series and 02 back to back.  They couldn’t even show them in some kind of group montage at the end??? Standing in the background when they call Mei???  Why couldn’t they call mei from a home phone also, but that’s a less important problem idc that much.  It was a cute scene besides the lack of 02 characters.  Whatever.  AND THE PROBLEM IS LIKE kari and tk?  This entire time???  Were like “oh they disappeared. oops” instead of being frantically searching for their lost friends???  Like i get tk and kari probably have fucking ptsd and can’t express any emotions because they watched important people die in front of their eyes at an incredibly young age but also 1. they didn’t address the ramifications of ptsd, so fuck that theory/excuse and 2. THAT??? WOULD ONLY MAKE THEM LOOK HARDER??? and put on a brave face as they look, but inside they’re so scared and so worried.  Not just “oh sweet, they were found/saved, theyre in the hospital but that’s fine” like WHAT theyre fucking assholes if that’s what they’d canonically do lmao.  God I am SO bitter over the ENTIRE thing with the 02 kids, it would’ve been BETTER if they were deleted from the fucking canon entirely.  Would I have still been bitter?  Yes.  But at least I wouldn’t be madder at TK and Kari too.

3. I stand 100% by the notion that Digimon is not and will never be cut out to be an adults’ franchise.  It wasn’t designed for adults, and it can’t be skewered towards adults.  These particular characters were designed for kids to relate to and find entertaining.  They do not work when placed into an adult setting.  Like, can you imagine a character like Ed from FMA going to the Digimon world?  I guess in a way that’s just Marcus but like.  Just imagine the FMA cast in Digimon Adventure.  It doesn’t work.  Digimon Tri is basically that except real.  Also Data Squad was darker than Adventure so my joke doesn’t even work.

I guess my primary point is that Tri isn’t mature enough of a setup for an adult audience.  It puts a focus on being “complex” and “philosophical” instead of working within Digimon’s constraints and making something good and adult out of that.  Like!  Digimon is a fucking TOY COMMERCIAL.  Don’t give me messages about the futility of human life.  I want bad puns and emotional characters.  That’s what Digimon has ALWAYS been, and ideally always will be.  Tri could’ve made itself more mature by dealing with the ramifications of the Digital World’s events, how it affected the kids psychologically and dealing with healing old scars.  It would’ve been a more mature take on a story we loved and would use things we loved about the story already - the fact that it took so much time exploring characters’ emotions and was surprisingly mature for the time - to make itself better.  You need to take the aspects that drew adults to the show and amplify them, not just slap on a complex story and unfunny dialogue and be like “oh this is fine, right?”

It’s not that Digimon can’t exist as an adult property, its just that if it repeats what Tri did, it’s got no merit and in my eyes the franchise is dead.  If it survives I guess I’ll be happy that people can still enjoy it but I find it unsustainable and unsatisfying to fans of the older series.  Tri is just a fuckfest of highly specific nostalgia that tries too hard to appeal to old fans without capturing what made the original series so magical, and in part thats because the original series WASN’T FOR ADULTS.  I don’t know about the Digimon Story games, bc they’re T-rated so perhaps they’re a better take on an adult Digimon story than Tri?  But you either need to make your own characters and lore specifically for an adult-oriented Digimon season, or perish.  Also, please make it a series and not a group of movies.  Getting four eps every 6-9 months was hell.

I stand by saying Appmon is a more faithful Digimon season than Tri to Digimon’s original spirit.  I believe it holds more potential for success than Tri and better embodies the spirit of the older Digimon seasons.  It’s dumb, its corny, it has horrible puns, but I LOVE it because it also has a deep dark story and emotional moments.  If you dislike Tri and you agree with things I said that make it unlikeable, I highly recommend giving Appmon a chance - if you watch a few episodes and think “oh yeah, I guess this is decent” you’re going to like it.  It’s everything Digimon has always been and hopefully always will be, just with a different concept.  And hopefully the end of the series doesn’t leave a sour taste in my mouth and I have to redact this statement haha since I’m not done with it yet, but I’ve heard good things about it so I’m hoping not so.

Overall, if you watch Tri, don’t get your hopes up.  It resolves everything okay-ish but it’s a pretty forgettable anime on its own and simply doesn’t work as part of the Digimon franchise.

I am, however, pretty interested in what evil!gennai said at the end about Diaboromon and Daemon.  It raises interesting questions about the timeline too.  We know Daemon is in the dark ocean, so perhaps that’s a hint at a future project?  (They did confirm a future project btw, in conjunction with tri being over)  But what about Diaboromon?  I dont believe that Our War Game (I think thats what its called?) took place after Tri, based on the outfits and ages and stuff, but I also don’t remember the movies that well.  Could Diaboromon still be out there too?  It’s interesting.

However, because of the lackluster performance of Tri, I don’t have my hopes up and I really hope that this “next project” goes in a different direction.  Although I guess if they include the 02 kids, I’ll be somewhat less salty...

Side note, did they ever explain why the gennais went evil?  Like ?  That’s a pretty important thing.  The gennais helped SAVE the human world in 02.  And I get that apparently Tri is ignoring 02′s ending but still.  It’s shitty, because Gennai was still a good guy in the original too (and also they cant just keep is younger look and act like 02 never happened)  MAYBE its something I missed but I dont think so.  God there’s just.  So much wrong with Tri.  I’m very displeased and very bitter and I wanna get back to Appmon asap.

It’s got good moments, its got bad moments, I dont know, I don’t care.  There’s nothing wrong with you if you like it, there’s nothing wrong with you if you don’t, and there’s nothing wrong with you if you flip flop and are split like me.  I just wish Tri fulfilled its potential instead of becoming a boring mess.

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oh shit yall send lots of questions hoo nelly answering almost all of them under the cut ,,, im gunan try and answer more technical ones first then fun ones and ones about the mod later so u dont gotta scroll all the way to the bottom for the good deets

Hi! I'm still kinda new to the blog and I was wondering what are the 'do and do-not' kind question I should do? Because im sure theres always that one ask thats just Innapropiated, like that one of Michael 'taking advantage og high Jeremy' that was just not cool.  i got this ask a lot so ill be clear with yall. im just not a big angst fan? so sending michael asks about his anxiety nonstop and about how he had a panic attack in the bathroom over and over again wasnt that fun. usually if it pertains the musical though you should be find sending an ask about it? but sometimes i get asks that are like “jeremy ur nothing and how does it feel knowing u fucked everything up” like homie how i think its feels? how u think hes gunna react to that? i made this blog to negate a lot of negativity in my own life so i can promise u im going to be answering asks mostly positive always forever. that being said tho i sometimes get asks pertaining to a few things that ive dealt with in the past and these topics make me very very uncomfortable. dont send asks about these topics please. this is the no no list

-self harm, cancer, suicide, rape, parent death, car accidents, sudden death.

What was your inspiration for this blog? hoo boy well,,, ultimately i thought of them rooming together and got emotional and made a huge list of headcanons and was like ,,, why not run an askblog for a bit ill just abandon it after three asks lets have some fun. but somehow im still here and i got sucked in by the complexity of michael and jeremy. i know that sounds kinda silly but just, as someone who is dealing with a lot of similar things, like dependency issues and abandonment issues and depression and anxiety, having these fun functioning character to explore was such a gift for me. i believe honestly thats why im still here and doing this. being able to try and portray a healthy relationship and a healthy way of coping and growing has helped me a lot this past month and given me an outlet i didnt have before. TBH THO the main reason i made this blog if imma be real with u guys id because i didnt like the treatment of a lot of these issues in the fandom. it made me very upset to see depression used as an plot device and michaels dependency issues treated as romantic so i wanted to make a blog that had little to no angst. ANYWAYS somehow im still here ,,, gvrkjvrnkjfd sorry i rambled

honestly I just wanna say first that I love his blog and your art and you're so cool and kind!! a question would be (I'm not sure if you've answered this before or not) but is there like an on going story here, or is it mostly just answering questions with the characters set in this universe? (if that makes sense I'm sorry!) thank you, you're super awesome! ❤️  djrnjg first off thank u so much aaaa,, ive kind of answered this before but its ok its been a while since then! but um i do kinda have a story but how howdy i sure am dragging my feet. the story isn a hUGE OVERARCHING EPIC OF WOE AND THIS PERSON IS UPSET AND THIS PERSON IS MAD AT THIS PERSON its just michael and jeremy getting together. i have a plan and ive talked to a few people on how i want it to happen but ive gained like ,,,, 6,000 followers since then and im kinda nervous BUT ILL DO MY BEST but also please understand that i do this for fun for myself and if i dont get to it im so so so sorry woops

i know this has been said before but i'm really really happy w how you're handling so many aspects of their characters. i.e. michael being trans, michael and jeremy's anxiety, michael's dependency issues, and other stuff i'm too tired to think of. you made the characters have even more depth than they did in the play and i'm rly grateful for the way you're dealing w my favorite boys. (also your richjake is suuuper adorable) ahhhhhh thank u so much? i talked a bit about this on my main but im really glad people are happy with my decision on this blog because im suPER SUPER NERvous anytime i post an ask dealing with these things. (ask hachi or nate i always message them like freaking out and send them my scripts and asks and wait for them to tell me its ok before i post it omg) also like i talked about before i love,,, having these fun stoner gamer boys to explore these issues with. im honestly shocked by how many people also deal with dependency issues because when i first listened to the musical i was so overwhlemed by the song michael int he bathroom because i had never heard someone basically write “dependency issue: the song” and it felt so so so good to realize i wasnt alone in this pit of despair i fall into so easily aha. but im!! glad everyone is ok with this wild ride im on right now (also thank u so much i struggle writing rich and jake but i get so emotional cause they would TOTES call each other babe)

how come you just use sketch form for most of your drawing (sketches and uses sketch for the final result)? im ,,, not really sure what this is asking but i thnk its along the lines of why do i only sketch my answers?? and i do that because dude do u see how often i post and how lONG some of them are. i made this blog for fun and i love doing comics but i hate lineart and coloring and if i tried to churn out finished pics for every post id defs have given up a few asks in,, shrugs

I want to say I love your little comics they're so funny! How long does it take you to make a comic? Are any of them based on your experiences? Ok have a nice day!  thank you! i love my little comics too! it usually takes me anywhere from an hour to five hours if im dragging my ass or talking on discord while im drawing. it can be kinda exhausting but since i took my break ive also been like, starting long comics one day and finishing them another day which, before i would do it all in one sitting then post it hahha. AS FOR EXPERIENCE the first half of the lifeguard comic was based on real life! we were stuck stoned up there for like an hour or two? but we didnt have anyone to help us but we got down eventually!! the wendys comic is also something i did because man!! i need to compliment food workers if they do a good job!! ummmmm just like jenna i also have a friend that said HAHA BYE and moved to cali and she is also lIVING IT UP and doing really well for herself and shes very independent and shes very inspiring to me! hmm i think thats it besides i used to have movie nights with my dad all the time too except we would watch my fave animated movies and sometimes lord of the rings cause my dad loved that

What kinds of things can we NOT ask ? What kinds of things do you WANT us to ask ? i covered the what not to ask in the first question so!!! um if my askbox is open and u want to respond to previous asks ive answered for the boys that would be so so so rad. sometimes im done with a certain ask and i have nothing to add but sometimes ive got more to say but am looking for an opportunity! that being said it made me really happy that i got a lot of asks about pj? shes not going to the main focus of any more asks but!!! i was nervous to introduce her and im glad u guys like her shes fun to write. but overall just general asks i can make a big ol fun story out of so!! dont worry too much about what to ask, if its something ud ask a real person and not like “lol what if ur dad died” ur gunna be fine probably

Hi! Not a question but your blog is so sweet and refreshing! I actually really appreciate that you refuse angst, that stuff tends to rub me the wrong way in fandoms... Keep taking good care of these boys ! gggg thank u!!! it means a lot to me that a lot of people are backing me up on this! i mean if u are an angst fan there are a lot of askblogs that explore that!! so its not in short supply bmc askblog fandoms got something for everyone

Which drawing program do you use?? i use paint tool sai and my tablet is a cintiq !!

this isn't really related to the faq but that bakunawa boy reference was great I LOVE THAT FIC MAN!!! the line was originally a little diff in that ask but i changed it cause ,,,, i could,,,,

an art style question. how do you keep the design of characters consistent from frame to frame? my characters they look a lil different every time I draw em (or a lot different) and it tends to disrupt the flow of my comics/animations ohh boy hoo wee props for doing animations im too scared to give that a whirl but!! it helps that i draw all the panels for an ask on one canvas! so if my next panel is going to be the same character in the same spot just in a diff pose i keep the lower layer on just at low opacity so i can use it as a ref! that helps me a lot!

Sorry if I'm nosy or rude, but are you reflecting Micheal Anxiety, Panic attacks and depence? iii think this is asking if i reflect my own issues onto them boys? and if so then yes i do. i dont place any of my own personality or anything on the boys but i do use them as a way to help me learn how to cope with my own shit and i try to deal with their issues in the healthiest way possible while also keeping in mind they are flawed individuals aaa

what are your pronouns??? and maybe your main blog??  im a cis girl so she/her is good! and my main is squigglegigs! also that being said IF YOU SEE THE USERNAME SQUIGGLEGIGS ANYWHERE JUST?? ASSUME ITS ME?? i have a twitter and an instagram and my tumblr account 

((Hello mod will Michael and Jeremy eventually someday get together. I love them.)) if all goes according to plan yes! if i get overwhelmed and stop having fun on this blog then no! sorry thems the breaks but! i do want them to get together so HOPEFULLY

going off on that confrience on pornogrefy for birds, Im geussing jeremy has played Hatoful Boyfriend. am I wrong? well it wasnt intended as that ref and i dont know anything about hatoful boyfriend but i can see jerm finding it and playing it so, sure homie! the pornography for birds thing is a my brother my brother and me reference! i love that show and them boys so give it a scope!

I'm crying bcuz Michael said he's in love with Jeremy and it's beautiful yeah that boy is DEEP IN love with his bro bro

Any advice for running an ask blog?? (Ps i love this blog keep it up) personally whats worked for me so far is doing just sketches for art. honestly ive been able to work so much more and post so much more often while also trying to work on my expressions and poses! also taking my own experiences and shaping them to fit the characters has been SO MUCH FUN. th most important thing tho is,,, dont overwork urself dude. if ur having a fun time it shows. if ur just forcing urself to churn out material and its not fun? like shit we doing this for free dont push urself? idk idk overall being looser with my art and writing the dialogue before hand has been the most helpful for me for this askblog! ive run a bunch before including @ask-maz and ive run that sporadically for ,, three or four years? its so funny cause u can see my art style juMP AROUND SO MUCH but i love that blog and i only update it like every other month or so but?? i still like doing it and no on likes those posts but it makes me smile so ANYWAYS

~ok from here on its mostly just me replying to nice messages or people asking me personal questions that dont pertain to askguyslikeus so!!~

I just wanted to say I really really love your blog and just your art in general!! Keep up the good work and hope you're having fun! thank u!!! i am having fun and im glad u enjoy it!!

What other musicals do you like? :0  i really like heathers A LOT. i also like doctor horrible i know thats not technically a musical but i just relistened to it and im emotional. i like dear evan hansen but it makes me really sad so i can only take it in moderation! ummm rent? chicago?? music man? now im just naming musicals i was in rip. being in a musical fandom is a new thing to me? i was really into heathers last year but didnt really interract with the fandom at SO THIS IS SUPER NEW?? ive never been into a musical as much as im into bmc and heathers tho

tell us a little bit about urself!! u seem v cool i am squigs or fork!! im 24 and work fulltime as a barista at starbucks! i get high on the beach with my friend gwen a lot and drink wayy to many slushies, my tv shows are brooklyn nine nine and bobs burgers right now! i table at conventions sometimes and sell my art as merch and whatnot and i cosplay as a hobby as well. im pretty boring but i draw a lot and always carry my big sketchbook with me and im pretty sure its given me back issues BUT OH WELL HAHA also i am very not cool THE TRUTH COMES OUT

Who do you most relate to from bmc and why? like ,,, a mix of michael and christine with a sprinkle of jeremy i guess ahaha i relate to michaels dependency issues and overarching positive attitude and love of music, i relate to christines bright disposition and the need to not stick to one set thing? like she loves theater cause she can be sO MANY PEOPLE and like same homie thats why i cosplay. and jeremys need to be likes while also ability to put himself out there is very relatable. i also identify strongly with his dad issues idk idk whats good

Also -- just thank you for how you handled all the panic attack and anxiety attack asks. I used to deal with anxiety attacks multiple times a day and it just was really nice that it was positive and not them having one. Thank you, sincerely. ahhhhhh ur so welcome i,,, have anxiety and it sucks and i deal with panic attacks like everyday at work so i dont really wanna come home and draw someone having one i guess? im glad its helping other people too tho!

Dude- I love your art? Actually so much? It's... I love it. The whole sketch-ish way your art style is, and the way you color, and the expressions! I'm so glad I found your work - you've given me so much inspiration. Keep doin what you're doin and I hope you have a good day! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANytime any one compliments my expressions i die cause i legit made this blog to help with that as well ,,, like dam

im lvoe ur art style b o i :0 !!!!!!

Mod, I love you so much I love you you have my soul and my love and my eternal gratitude thank you and I love you (This is the guy who was excited about PJ on your ig live stream a while ago and I love you) !!!!!!!!! im so happy u like my content omg and that u like pj im so glad!! shes a good bean

I just wanna say... I'm crying over that post about Michael and his anxiety? cuz I know how it can feel that you're only your flaws and weaknesses, but Michael just tells that to screw off in the most wonderful way and I'm?? thank you so much for that post, I bookmarked it for future times when I can't look past my depression... honestly, that post made my day (along with every other post on this blog), thank you for being such a lovely part of this fandom ,,,, im,,,, im scared of a lot of this fandom tbh but if i can be something good that come out of it and my love of these boys and desire to show them functioning together in a healthy way can help other people its so much more than i ever thought id ever be able to do. i am blown away everyday by the support ive been given on this blog and i might be crying right now because i never thought id be able to touch other people like this and i just. im really glad yall are here with me for all this.

(To the mod: You are a beautiful person that I highly respect. I love this blog and what you set out to do. thanks for giving something that makes me smile and gives me something to look forward to everyday, keep up the good work! ❤ ) hey im still crying from the previous ask aaaaa im honestly so emotional

what are ur true feelings for wendy's??? i fucking love wendys man thats some top tier fast food right there

what fast food restaurant do you think has the best nuggets WENDYS HANDS DOWN

do you have a favorite movie? paranorman makes me very nostalgic and ive seen it like eighty times and used to watch it with my dad a lot and i love it

I would just like you to know that your Wendy's comic prompted me to pull the same thing with a bakery in the town I'm visiting and the baker got so excited and happy, so thank you for making that comic because I made that woman's day. GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT ME WHEN IM WORKING DUDE LIKE IM SO GLAD IT MADE U DO THIS!!! IM SMILING REALLY BIG!!

chocolate milk or strawberry milk? or plain? woops i hate milk im so sorry

do u love michael mell with all of ur heart, mod?  i really truly do man what a fucking good ass character

hi squigs i love you! i love your content too and i hope u have a good day pal :>  WHAT A SWEET BEAN!!! THANK YOU?? OMG

I'm just saying that recent ask you did with Michael really hit me hard because I really related to it and I started crying because it made me realize that I've been pining my self worth on everything my anxiety causes and I'm so much more than that. Thank you, so much for that I really needed it because I'm in a really bad place right now. <3 -for the mod i legit cry everytime i get asks or dms like this cause once again the idea that im helping other people is so ovwehelming i love you??? i let myself just be”depressed” for ahwile and by that i mean i just,, let my sadness consume me and i was scared of getting better cause the sadness was all i knew for so long and just. its so easy to think u are ur illness but you are so much more. soooo much more man.

I relate A Lot to Michael so the way you portray him in the blog is really good, and I think it's really awesome you refuse to like?? do terrible stuff and answer bad questions just bc people wanna see that. You run this blog really well 👌  AHHHH THis is the biggest compliment thank u so much ,,, i get real anxious bout this blog soemtiems but then yall send me sweet things like this and its worth it man

Hey mod, just know you're a really cool person. Thanks for running this blog in the first place. Keep doing the great work.  thank you!!!! for ur support!!!! 

not really a question!! i just wanted to say your posts on this blog always brighten my day and you're really an incredible artist and person, keep rockin on my dude!! *clutching my heart* the fuck this is so sweet

1 .I just wanted to say your blog is really awesome! It's very lovely. I also like how you made michael trans and like handled it? (just with how all the characters treat him and stuff its v nice). Your art is super duper! Thanks for running this awesome blog! 2. Hey! This isn't a question but I wanted to say that I appreciate michael being trans!! As a trans boy it's just rly awesome to see something like that casually thrown into an ask blog without making it a huge weird deal :D immm,,, i kinda really love the idea of michael being trans cause a lot of my trans male friends are actually pretty confident in their skin and michael is a very confident character? and u rarely see that with trans representation and its so refreshing to see it portrayed well. im trying to do that here but again if! i do anything wrong let me know!

how did you first get into art? (also i really love your blog, it's amazing!) ive been drawing as long as i remember! ive got mad adhd and wasnt diagnosed until late in ym life so i would just draw nonstop in my classes ahaha i used to read the sunday comics a lot and they really inspired me to try and make comics of my own too!! (and omg thank u) 

someone also asked me if i went to church or was religious but tumblr ate the ask but i used to go to church a lot as a kid but im currently not religious at all aaa

ok holy shit that was a lot but thanks again to everyone i legit cry a lot about how supportive u all are thank u so much aaaa