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twigstarpikachutroll22-studios
Do not disturb whilst the crazy little space elf is scribbling
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Boinga, this blog is just TwigStarPikachuTroll22, but with no reblogs from other Tumblr users. Just my own drawings, writings, and some of my other original content, like random thoughts and ideas and stuff. I feel like that might get kinda lost in the mix of reblogs on my main blog, so I decided to make a side blog that was only my stuff. Also, I sometimes use this blog just for venting.
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who decided goths and preps should be at war? i think we should make out
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Writers, reblog and put in the tags the title of your wip(s) and where you got it from/how you came up with it
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hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 
so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.
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Eye avatar: Tell me something <O>
My imaginary friend: Why don’t YOU tell me something instead?
Actual Eye avatar making a uquiz: <O>
Me: Your god’s a piece of poop, and I don’t trust you farther than I can throw you. I know your games. But I wouldn’t be here if part of me didn’t think they looked kind of fun. So you know what? Heck it. Let’s play.
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Actual Eye avatar making a uquiz: <O>
Me: Your god’s a piece of poop, and I don’t trust you farther than I can throw you. I know your games. But I wouldn’t be here if part of me didn’t think they looked kind of fun. So you know what? Heck it. Let’s play.
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Person: What is your dream job?
Me: A pirate ninja witch who explores other dimensions/worlds/realms/etc. mostly magical in nature having all kinds of awesomesaucetastic adventures and also writing (and sometimes illustrating) books and doing some acting and singing and planning/throwing/DJ-ing parties and possibly having a YouTube channel on the side where I sing and make AMVs and animated storytime videos.
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Thinkin’ ‘bout that time in like first or second grade when I got in a fight with a certain friend of mine again and was chasing him around trying to punch or kick him (as I often did when other kids made me mad), and he tried to escape me by running into the boys’ bathroom, and he gave me a bit of a taunt about how I couldn’t come and get him in there, and my six-or-seven-year-old self just decided I’d be darned if I was about to let some silly little thing like gEnDeReD rEsTrOoMs stop me from getting justice on this monkeyflipper, so I stepped in there, both feet, no comment or hesitation, and he scrEAMED XD XD XD XD XD not very loud it was a weird little squeak-yelp of a scream dsmlnflsk;iw I don’t remember what happened after that, maybe a teacher stepped in or something, I dunno. I just think about this sometimes ‘cause looking back it was funny
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Throwback to that one time in late 6th grade when my class’s art teacher dedicated an entire class period to teaching us that red and yellow make orange and that yellow and blue make green and all that stuff. 
And being twelve and having known this since I was like two and half, I found it pretty dang insulting, and I went up to that teacher and complained about it. And she just politely acted like she either didn’t know what I was upset about or didn’t care and just wanted me to get over it, sit down, and do what I was told. 
I went as far as to straight-up ask her how she would feel if I spent like ten minutes lecturing her on the fact that she had five fingers on each hand. And she actually told me that she would just LiStEn ReSpEcTfuLLy and whatnot. I just looked at her and said, “Grown-ups are weird.”
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My result:
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My imaginary friend’s result:
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She has many conflicting feelings about this one.
wake up new uquiz dropped:
💙 Do some household chores and I’ll psychoanalyze you💙
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Running list of things I really want to see TMA fanfics of
(i don’t know if these already exist or not. i’m not going through the AO3 tags until i finish the podcast because spoilers. currently teetering on the edge of starting season 5.)
- If Jon and Helen actually HAD gotten to talk about their Reluctant Avatar Struggles TM before Helen decided to stop feeling the guilt.
- Agnes’s life from her POV, from beginning to end.
- Jon's reactions upon listening to the tape from episode 106. (including but not limited to the part where Basira and Melanie talk about Martin having a giant crush on him klsjgklg)
- Afterlife reunion between Tim and Sasha. With Sasha ending up telling Tim all their history together that’s been erased from his memory.
- Any character interactions with one or more of the characters being super drunk.
- Team Archive goes to the pub. Only mild pandemonium occurs.
- Jon and Georgie getting up to some wild shenanigans sometime pre-podcast.
- Tim and Sasha doing one of those fake nature documentary things on Jon during season 1.
- Martin doing one of those fake nature documentary things on Jon during the Scottish safehouse time skip.
- Just tons of little unrecorded moments between Jon and Martin over the course of the whole podcast just to show them slowly growing closer and fonder of each other bit by bit lkfjlkgj
- Sasha and Gertrude’s interaction(s).
- There was that one comment from Tim once that implied Jon was the one that offered him the archival assistant position? Would like to see how that played out.
- How the Feelings Realization TM happened on Jon’s part
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A running list of reasons I really kind of vibe with the Spiral and would probably be an avatar of it if I had to be an avatar
- I am all about that “random XD” type of humor.
- I love super bright colors and a major hallmark of my aesthetic is just throwing as many of them together at once as I can whenever possible.
- I vibe hard with the idea of madness and just being totally off-the-walls unhinged.
- I very often describe myself as “bananas, bonkers, nuts, batty, wacko, cuckoo, loopy, loony, dotty, kooky, mad, redorkulous, a bit of a lunatic, and a complete nutfish,” and I take being called crazy as a compliment. Though, to be fair, I never quite think of that as like something actually being wrong with how my brain functions, I think of it more as having so much unique personality that some more boring people can’t handle it and think something’s wrong with me, which I do 100% see as a good thing.
- Between my eccentric personality and my neurodivergence, I’m no stranger (ha ha ha) to seeing and processing the world somewhat abnormally. And I am proud of that.
- I’m rather often inclined to ask questions like “why do all the letters of the alphabet make the sounds they do? what if they were all switched around, like Z made the sound of F which made the sound of G with made the sound of O?” and “what if llamas were sapient and part of our human society?” Basically questioning the fundamental nature of how a lot of things in this world or society work, finding the idea of having them flipped upside down and sideways to be just plain fun.
- I’ve never been super grounded in “reality,” I’ve always spent a lot of time lost in a million other worlds inside my own head, and I’ve always kind of preferred things that are supposedly “made up” to things that are “real.” Like, feeling more connected to my imaginary friend than to some of my non-imaginary friends, or caring more about what goes on in books and tv shows than about what goes on in my own life. Preferring animated shows or movies over live action ones to the point that if it’s live action it tends to be a turn-off for me. Playing pretend all day every day in elementary school and spending tons of time in online roleplay once I hit middle school and no longer had the chance to play pretend irl. 
- I am disturbingly good at lying to myself, convincing myself not to believe a painful truth that hurts too much to think about, no matter how obviously it stares me in the face.
- I may or may not be a maladaptive daydreamer.
- To other people I don’t like to outright LIE, but I do enjoy that thing where you use tricky wording to make it sound like you’re saying something you’re not while giving yourself enough room to go “technically I didn’t lie, I didn’t SAY I was going to do X thing” when people think you’re going against your word. Which I mean. Is still deception. And trickery. One could argue there’s MORE deception and trickery in that than in a straight-up lie.
- For the past several months or the past year or so, I’ve been doodling swirls a lot. I don’t know why. But whenever I pick up a pencil to doodle, I just find myself drawing swirls. Lots of them, clumps and clusters of them in different sizes together against each other to look like clouds or the bodies of sheeps. It’s weirdly satisfying. I’ve collected a massive pile of post-its and papers just covered in tons and tons of clusters of swirls. Or should I call them spirals?
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All Nations Matter (Star Spangled Banner for 2020)
O say can you see, by the cops’ riot light What so loudly we failed at the twilight’s last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars were betrayed through the night O'er the roadblocks we watched, with our phones we were streaming And the road flare’s red glare, teargas spraying in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag never cared, So broad-cast that all nations matter this day As we all take a knee, in this land built by slaves
On the screen dimly seen, protesters on the street Where the foe’s police post in dread silence reposes Behind badges unseen, safe inside their conceit But the cops unjust blows, unwittingly exposes The American dream, of those that they would deem As deserving of more rights and greater esteem But proclaim black lives matter, see how poorly they behave, See their hypocrisy, as our freedom we save
I am an atrocious singer, so I not only welcome people recording their own videos singing this, I highly encourage it! I only ask that you remember to credit me for the lyrics. :)
Happy 4th of July, ya’ll, Happy All Nations Matter Day!
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reblog with your mbti type, your enneagram type, your temperament out of the four temperaments, your d&d alignment, and your love language :)
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MORE IDEAS AROUND THIS
A) Person 2 WAS their worst enemy for a long time, but the amnesia happened when they were in the middle of an enemies-to-friends or enemies-to-friends-to-lovers arc, and so Person 2 tries to start off as Person 1′s friend/ally now. Also doesn’t exactly tell them they were enemies before because Person 2 used to be kind of more of an antagonist but by this point is mid-redemption arc and is legitimately ashamed of it. That gets revealed later but they’ve bonded enough and Person 2 has redeemed themself enough by that point in the story for it not to ruin anything between them because Person 1 knows that well it’s not like that anymore.
B) Person 1 was more of an antagonist before they lost their memory, but now that they have lost their memory they don’t remember any of that or what drove them to that and are like...a nicer and better person? And Person 2 doesn’t tell them in hopes Person 1 can be good now? And Person 1 does find out eventually but it like...doesn’t turn them back around to be like they were again? They’re just like? Guilty? Also possibly it turns out Person 1 was already mid-redemption and the two were already in the middle of an enemies-to-friends or enemies-to-friends-to-lovers arc when the memory loss happened?
underrated trope: “i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you”
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Just some more brainstorming by me and my imaginary friend.
“The Earth now spins in the opposite direction.”
Rainstorms cause animals to tap-dance.
“All numbers and math functions have now randomly swapped places. 6 means 7, 8 means 2, addition is now division, subtraction is now multiplication, fractions are now exponents, etc. etc.”
“All punctuation marks have now randomly swapped meanings as well.”
Every time you write a sentence it must include random capitalization, and if anycreature reads just what’s capitalized out loud, one of the other wishes somecreature proposed somewhere in the notes of this tumblr post comes true.
There now exists somewhere on this planet a giant immortal turkey, one million times the size of a normal turkey. It just. Exists somewhere, wandering the earth. It behaves just like a normal turkey would, but it cannot be ensnared by any trap or contained in any sort of prison, it cannot be domesticated, it cannot be killed or subdued in any way, whatever it does cannot be reigned in or controlled in any way, and just, any destruction or chaos caused by it just acting as a normal turkey that happens to be 10,000 feet tall just cannot be curbed in any way.
“None of the wishes proposed in the notes of this post come true, but every person on this earth is irreversibly convinced that one or more of them IS true.”
“Every act of physical violence committed against any person or oject affects a random other person or object instead.”
Plants can now speak, and everything they say sounds ominous and threatening. 
“Every photo taken from now on has one small but blatant inaccuracy in it. Like, maybe an object or piece of furniture shows up in it that was never there, or a person in it has a different eye color or has something on their face that they actually don’t have, or something in the background is a slightly different color than it’s supposed to be.”
Every person on earth now has Back-To-Front Dyslexia. 
“Each and every person on earth is now irreversibly convinced that a different plainly obvious fact is untrue. Things like ‘2+2=4,’ or ‘sugar tastes sweet’ or ‘the sky is blue’ or ‘the sun gives off light’ or ‘green is a color.’“
Trees can now talk, but all they do is argue over differing strong opinions about music.
A genie grants you 3 wishes. Choose your wishes and wording carefully, with the one specific goal of creating as much calculated chaos as possible.
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twigstarpikachutroll22​:
I wonder what kind of situation pops into people’s heads when they try to imagine what would happen if their best friend tried to kiss them.
‘Cause I always imagine I’d be like “blAUGH!!!!!” and punch her as hard as I can. 
And then hopefully she would snap out of it and be like “Ow!! What was that for??”
And I’d be like “WHAT THE FRICK DUDE YOU JUST TRIED TO MASH FOOD HOLES WITH ME I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS”
And she’d be like “What?? Ew! Why would I do that, you don’t even brush your teeth before you go to bed these days! And besides, there’s like, SO many kinds of germs in a human mouth, not to mention we’re in the middle of a pandemic so…”
And I’d just be like “OH thank FRICking gOOdness” because she doesn’t ACTUALLY want to mash food holes.
And then she’d be like “Wait, I only blacked out and woke up to you punching me and saying I tried to kiss you after I touched THAT thing” and point to the weird object she touched right before her face went all weird and this happened, and conclude “there must be some kind of enchantment or curse on it. Welp, now we know, don’t touch this thing with your bare skin. I should study it, though, figure out exactly what the heck it is…”
and yeah, that would be that. 
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Not me writing an Omori parody of Blank Space by Taylor Swift called Black Space
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