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kkshowtunes · 10 months

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google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged

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dandyshucks-moving · 5 months

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uhm uhhhh uhhm ,,, small smooch sketch (;･∀･)

#its so messy but i know im never going to clean it up any further so... post time fjfkdl #i hope one day my art will be more Finished™ looking but rn im just leaning into it being a bit messy fjdkdl #neater art just ends up looking wonky when i try so djdksl just doing what works for now!! esp w self indulgent stuff #dandyshucks #junebug 🪲#dandy doodlebugs #💜so good at being in trouble #can u believe this is the first actual kiss I've drawn and its still kind of vague looking fjfkdl #i just... am not big on them idk HDJDKSL so i dont draw them much if ever #not to say i dislike them !! just not a huge thing for me idk hugs are so much nicer personally fjfkdkl #💜a boy and his bug🪲

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schizoidcel · 20 days

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## BOOTHILL x READER ★

🤍 ﹒ HEADCANONS ! ! . .

－ notes ̽ ۪⠀written before his release + gn reader huhu. yall i swear ill get to the lcb requests but im brainrotting too fucking much right now boothill is colonizing my mind so enjoy these thoughts i had and will throw into the tags

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

He's a little spoon and NOBODY can convince me otherwise period.

We know damn well hes touch starved. So ofcourse he'd wanna be nuzzled up inbetween your chest and chin

Will teach you how to ride a horse. He definitely has a favourite (his name is Sebastian 🌚🌚)

Very protective over him though. You will not ride on that horse until you are months into the relationship

He gave you another horse to practice riding on and an extra horse incase the other "knocks your socks off" ... Whatever that means

You named them Yee and Haw and he was so conflicted with his emotions that he considered getting a routine check up on his body

Will tease you if you completely fuck up immediately.

He grabs your hands to gesture on things you should be wary about while being on the back of a horse, knowing it'll mess your brain up and lead you to not pay attention to a single thing coming out of his mouth

On the other hand if you're able to handle it in a short amount of time, he'll start flirting with you

"I'm doing it, Boo!" "Nice work, honeybunch. Think ya can manage ridin' somethin' else?" "Dude"

It's one or the other. You will not escape the Boothill down bad programm

Boothill also acts like a himbo to mess around with you.

On another note, you called him Bootyhill once and he's still shook up. Whether /pos or /neg is up to interpretation

While we're on the topic of nick/pet names, he calls you things you've never heard of before .

Or even if you did, they're things you expected never to be called 😭

What the fuck is a doodlebug Boothill

Type of man to get flustered when you flirt back. He just starts bugging out

Will play it cool though, but the faint blue on his cheeks says otherwise

Also a fan of headpats. No, he's not ashamed. No, he will not tell you.

Expanding on the no shame, Boothill takes it to the extreme

No filter, no mask, no nothing. Touchy EVERYWHERE you go

Even if he can't really feel it, he just feels more at ease when you both are near eachother or touch one another. Man wants to protect his partner, after all

It dosen't matter if you're able to protect yourself, the gesture just makes him feel more comfortable and calm

Also has a hair pulling kink woah. Let's keep it sfw everybody

Forehead kisses ❤️ or just kisses anywhere on his head in general. Kiss behind his ears and he will overheat

He let's you play with his hair<3 It's one of his favourite passtimes with you

Braid it, tie it in a ponytail, give him buns, pigtails, curl them, decorate them with hairpins, clip bows in his strands it don't matter PLAY WITH HIS HAIR ⁉️

He relaxes SO MUCH it's insane. Genuinely just one finger goes into that hair of his and he melts

This plays into the little spoon factor

You'd tease him about it but he takes pride in it 😭

Has a weird obsession with biting. If you complain that it hurts he goes "What, want me to smooch the pain away?" and he does this fuckass face :3 while you're just staring at him dead in the eye (you say yes btw)

If you're ticklish, he's hell for you

Tickles you in the most random times possible.

And you know it's even WORSE with those cold ass metalic hands

You're cuddling? The sides of your torso are not safe. You're currently occupied with an activity involving your hands? Your armpits are not safe either. He's laying on your bare stomache face down? He starts blowing raspberries.

You know damn well he uses the feathers of his hat 😭

Sticks it up your nose to make you sneeze too. Usually to wake you up or some shit

You could have the most volcano eruption alert level 5 sneeze and he'd still say "Aww, ya sneeze like a kitten!"

One last note this man is a whiney loser bottom not sorry

the word ill is in boothill for a reason the way im laying in bed all sweaty ANYway 🌚😵😵😵😵

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! Ⳋ᧙

#boothill x reader #bruh #i feel so insane #and normal #normaling #ok wer e done. im out. goodbye hsr community thisll be my only contribution #proof reading and looking at the eidolon i used for the header why nobody draw him with those glasses yet🧐🧐

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haunted-headset · 5 months

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There's Pretty Ways to Turn Me Down

summary: He's fallen out of love with you.

word count: 569

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: a lot of angst, crying, breakup, cheating, arguing, cursing

a/n: It's angsty time!! I may or may not have cried while writing this!! Also, here's a playlist to listen to when reading this:

You had begun to suspect that he had fallen out of love with you. Over the past few months, the "sunshine"s, "darling"s, "my love"s, "my sun, moon, & stars"s, & "doodlebug"s had turned into "babe"s & "baby girl"s, & those had turned into a shortened version of your name, & then that had turned to just Y/N. He had stopped postponing his editing to make time with you, & he had stopped leaving studio time with the band to cuddle you. He hardly cuddled you at all anymore. You were lucky to get a long hug. You just prayed that he wouldn't leave you.

You didn't expect him to cheat on you.

"How could you?!" you yelled. "After everything we had together, why did it have to be her?!"

Wilbur stayed silent. & his silence was deafening.

"Say something, for fuck's sake!" you shouted, despite the catch in your throat & the tears running down your cheeks that occasionally got into your mouth. "I mean, we both know you're not in love with me anymore, but there are prettier ways to turn me down!"

Wilbur's eyes widened. Those widened eyes, the eyes you still loved gazing into, were filled with tears.

"You...you know?" Wilbur whispered. "You know that I--"

"Yeah," you cut him off as you fought back a sob. "I know."

"Y/N, I am so, so sorry," he said, a catch developing in his throat. "I tried so hard to stay in love with you, I tried to force myself to love you, but..." He paused to let out a small sob. "I can't. I can't anymore."

"It's okay," you whispered through a cry.

"No, it's not okay," he snapped. "I-I promised you that I would never leave you, that I would never stop loving you, that I would marry you one day, & I broke that. I broke the promise, Y/N." Wilbur pointed at the promise ring on his finger. "I got the rings specifically for that promise, & I..." He was cut off by a sob.

"Wilbur, I need you to tell me something, okay?" you said, trying your hardest not to scream or cry or throw something into the wall out of anger. You knew this was going to happen. You just weren't prepared for it. Wilbur nodded.

"Do you love her?" you asked.

He paused before slowly nodding.

You smiled sadly. "Then go be with her. I'll be okay. & we can still be friends, right?"

Wilbur nodded again. "Yeah. Yeah, we can still be friends. I don't want to lose you." He put a hand on your shoulder. You wanted to move it away so badly, but you let the pain that came with his touch continue. "& I'll always be one phone call away, okay? & maybe--maybe we'll fall in love again." He smiled & said through a small cry, "Maybe we can be happy together again. Eventually."

You nodded & resisted the urge to hug him. "Now, go fall in love with her. Make her happy, okay? I'll pack your things & you can pick them up tomorrow."

Wilbur nodded & kissed your forehead, which unleashed a tsunami of tears from you. He put his shoes on, grabbed his coat & phone, & hesitated before grabbing his key to your apartment. & then he was gone.

& your world was crushed as soon as he closed the door.

#angst fic #wilbur soot #wilbursoot #wilbur #lovejoy wilbur #wilbur soot imagine #fanfic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fluff #creative writing #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #will gold #breakup #Spotify

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jungle-angel · 4 months

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The Simple Things In Life (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: A small act of kindness on your family's part can make a huge difference for someone else

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Christmas, though one of yours and Rhett's favorite holidays, was sometimes a tough one seeing as the big warehouse behind the church had become a shelter for the homeless. You and Rhett had several friends currently living there and Pastor Jim had been having trouble getting volunteers to come and help with day-to-day activities, but it surprised you how close the community actually was and how devoted many of the farmers and ranchers were to helping out.

"Alright Doodlebug, c'mon over and help," Rhett said as he unbuckled Amy from her carseat and let her out of the truck.

He gave Amy the lightest grocery bag and into the building the three of you went. Getting out of the farm store across the street from her school, had been hell enough with last minute grocery shoppers, but thank God you had some of the leftovers from the stock at Royal and Cecelia's own farm store to bring down with you.

You and Rhett were surprised to see how festive and cheerful the place had become overnight with a tall Christmas tree in one corner of the huge room and the rows and rows of cafeteria tables each decorated with a little centerpiece or miniature tree.

You and Rhett went up to the second floor which had been converted into dormitory rooms for the residents until you reached Room 222, belonging to a friend of the Abbotts.

"Go ahead and knock sweetie pie," you told her.

Amy knocked three times on the door until it was answered by a familiar face, a heavy set man with a pleasantly round face, short curling grey hair and a laughing look in his eyes.

"Hey! There's my favorite kiddo!" he greeted happily.

"Hi Mister Herbie!!!" Amy chirped as she ran up and hugged him.

Herbie Dickenson laughed as he returned the hug and took the grocery bag from her. "The hell are you doin here Rhett?" he laughed.

"Wise men come bearing Christmas gifts, Herbie," Rhett chuckled.

"C'mon get in here," Herbie told you. "The hallways are always a shitshow this time of year."

You, Amy and Rhett entered the bare looking room and set the groceries down in one corner of the room. "You doin ok Herbie?" Rhett asked him.

"Aw much better than the other day," Herbie told him, sitting on the worn out ottoman he used frequently for a chair. "Gettin around's alot easier but the asthma's a different story. How 'bout you? How's the farm?"

"I'd say everything's good," Rhett told him. "Is uh.....are the Pavlachenkos still your roommates?"

"Still roomin," Herbie said with a nod. "Tania says they still haven't found her brother though. Ya know, I keep hopin they do but....I dunno."

Rhett felt a deep, burn beginning to well in his chest and springing into his eyes but it never came forth. "If you see Tania and her family," you said. "We made some kolach at the store. We thought she might want some."

"Aw honey, you guys are too good to us," Herbie told you. "We don't deserve ya."

"Herbie, ya'll have been through enough," Rhett told him. "We've got some canned goods and some other stuff in there from the farm store. It ain't much but, (y/n) and I hope you and the missus will appreciate it."

Herbie dug into his bag, laughing a little as he found jars of huckleberry and apricot preserves, a few wedges of cheese, a loaf or two of bread, smoked sausages, fresh cans of soup and bundles of vegetables, all of which had been surplus from the Abbott's own farm store.

"You're too good to us ya know that?" Herbie said, sniffing back the tears of gratitude as he hugged you, Rhett and Amy.

"It's the least we can do Herbie," you told him.

"Mister Herbie, can you open mine next?" Amy chirped again.

"Of course honey, c'mere, come and sit," Herbie told her.

Amy sat on the ottoman beside him and eagerly watched as Herbie opened the gift that all of you had helped her make. There were hats, mittens, scarves, wool socks and even a pair of knitted Christmas stockings that had the names of Herbie and his wife on them.

"Aw Nancy's gonna love these," he said giving Amy the biggest hug he could give.

You spent most of the evening with Herbie and visiting with some of the other residents, exchanging a few gifts here and there. You went to Mrs. Brodsky's room where Amy gave her a rather belated Hannukah gift, a little knitted square with a blue, white and gold menorah on it along with something Elie and Sarah had meant to send the week before. Even still, the elderly Ukrainian woman was more than happy to see all of you most of all.

Brian O'Dowd, who lived down the hall from Mrs. Brodsky, couldn't thank you enough for the maple syrup Royal had bottled for him. Being fresh out of prison had been tough on him, having done a three year stint for assisting in a car burglary, yet where others hadn't given him a chance, your family would and it was Rhett who had delivered the good news to Brian that Royal had agreed to take him on as a ranch hand so long as he stayed out of trouble.

Fanny King, the lead singer in the church choir, was surprised beyond all reasoning when she had received a new pair of boots from the both of you and a new coat for her husband. You and Rhett had always felt bad for Fanny and her family, her husband having been a Wabang police officer for years but his pension never having been enough to pay the nasty landlord that had run their old place. Despite the hardships they had faced, you and Rhett had stayed close with Fanny and Teddy, helping where you could and Rhett helping Teddy scout out a location to try and start his own barbershop.

You and Rhett were happier than a pair of clams in the sea, knowing that even if it was just a small little bit you could bring to your friends, it would make all the difference. You shared a quick meal with them in the cafeteria before heading home and hoped that their holidays were made just a little bit brighter.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #outer range

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m4yasnotthatcool · 5 months

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Howdy howdy:) I have a request if that's okay!

But may I please have Eyeless Jack w/ a reader who struggles with seIf harm? I think he'd be pretty good with helping his partner with that sort of thing. He's just my little doodlebug and I love him 😭 If this request makes you uncomfy and you don't feel comfy writing it, please don't feel bad!! 🩵

EYELESS JACK X GN!READER hc

TW! SELF HARM

its not a problem at all, dont even worry about it! btw i hc him to not be completely blind

i know a lot of people say hes blind, but like, how could my man (our man) preform them complicated surgeries if he was completely blind? also like

people can get behind him being a demon but then draw the line at him seeing w/o eyes? grow up

anyway....

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

okay so, when you first started dating he didnt know you had these struggles

and he wouldnt actually find out until a while into your relationship

i feel like hed find out after you guys move in together

like one day youd both just be sitting, watching tv or something, and he would caress your skin lightly drawing random shapes on your arm when he would feel scars

i dont think he would immediately assume you did that to yourself, but he wouldnt ask right away either

(hes honestly the best creepypasta character you could have helping you trough a situiation like this)

he would try looking at your arm with out you noticing, but, well, his eye sight is shit

he would try putting the pices togheter himself, but at one point he would just ask you about it

hes like, the most supportive understanding boyfriend ever

if you still do harm yourself he would first of all patch you up (and hed do a hell of a good job cause he has that s tier medical degree)

also he would feel so bad for not noticing that sooner

he would just keep it bottled up until he couldnt anymore and he would just randomly tell you hes sorry and then never open that subject ever again

like he wouldnt even explain what the sorry was for, hed just tell you not to worry about it

he would also find some type of arrangement between the two of you so you could find a better coping skill

he would stay up all night doing research about ways he could help you and stuff

if you dont still do that and those are old scars, he would be relieved theyre old, but would still make sure youre okay

both situations would make him clingy asf, but the first one (you still sh) would drive him over the ledge

like, how could he be so blind??(literally)

would he cry? no.

he loves you and all, but when you do half the shit he does on a daily basis it gets pretty hard for you to express your emotions like that

he would still make sure you know he cares tough

so, in conclusion, he would just have an excuse to follow you all day

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

thats all! im sorry its a little short, but i hope you liked it!

byeee^^

#creepypasta #fanfiction #x reader #eyeless jack x reader #self h@rm

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connorswhisk · 27 days

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doodlebug - autistic!clementine, seasons 1&2

for @lonlonmilck - i hope you enjoy! i absolutely LOVED writing this one :)

if you'd like to request a twdg fic, shoot me an ask!

also on my ao3

After they leave Lilly behind, Clementine sort of…shuts down, for a minute. Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck all stay up front in the RV, and Lee goes to speak with them. While he’s gone, Clem considers joining Ben at the table and seeing how he is, but something tells her Ben doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

She wishes Carley were still here. Carley was always nice to hang around, she used to find leaves around the motor inn for Clementine to do her rubbings with. Clem longs to feel a pencil beneath her fingers again, a piece of powdery pink chalk in her hands, but her body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate on that front.

She’s scared. She’s been scared this whole time. But right now, she feels the most terrified she’s ever been. Worse than Sandra, and the walkers at the drugstore, and even worse than when she’d crawled out of the vent in the St. Johns’ barn and seen the horrible room full of blood and blades waiting for her. This, somehow, is so much worse than any of that.

When Lee tells her Duck’s been bitten, Clem gets angry.

“I thought he was just tired, and that’s why he didn’t want to talk to me today.” She scowls. “I didn’t know he was stupid enough to get bit. ”

“Clem,” Lee says. Concern laces his tone. “You know it isn’t anyone’s fault. These things…they happen, now. It’s how the world is.”

“But he’s my friend, ” says Clem, and suddenly she’s crying just like the whiny little baby she is, hot tears splashing out and down her cheeks. “I don’t want him to go…”

“We don’t know everything about these yet,” Lee reassures her, a hand on her shoulder. If it were anyone other than Lee touching her, Clem would recoil; but it is Lee, so she leans into it, not away. “Duck could bounce back. We could still find a way to help him.”

But the way he talks makes it sound like Duck is already dead.

I wouldn’t have let your friend get bit, says the stranger on the walkie talkie. If I were there, he’d still be alive and playing with you.

The worst part is that Clem has no idea whether or not to believe him.

– – –

Lee dies, and Clementine nearly doesn’t make it out of Savannah. Not after him, not after the stranger and his bowling bag, not after her Mom and Dad - she leaves Lee, because she has to, but she gets stuck at the door and can’t bring herself to open it.

Because if she opens it, he’s really gone. And all the walkers outside - they’re loud, moaning and groaning and wailing all over the place, the swarm they brought down with them when they took the train. Before it had been easier; Lee had smeared the guts on her, Lee had held her hand and kept her close as they moved through the crowded, jostling pack. Now, she’s alone. She has to freshen the entrails herself, and the smell and the feeling of them all slippery and warm beneath Clem’s fingers nearly makes her puke. She has no hand to hold, and for one fleeting moment, she thinks it might be easier to just stay here. With him.

But that’s not what Lee would have wanted. And Christa and Omid are out there somewhere, waiting for her. She has to find them.

She has to find them.

So she opens the door, and she holds her palms against her ears.

– – –

“Do you blame me?” Clem asks. “It’s my fault he’s gone.”

“I don’t blame you,” Christa tells her, and Clem knows that she lies.

– – –

“I think you’ll get along well with Sarah,” Pete tells her, even though they’re still convinced it’s a walker bite and Luke refuses to carry her any longer.

“Who’s Sarah,” asks Clem, rather dully. Her arm hurts like a motherfucker; she can still hear Sam’s dying whine from when she slid the knife beneath his matted yellow fur.

“She’s another girl,” Luke tells her. “Bit older than you, but sweet. You guys might have some things in common.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Clementine demands, and Luke blanches.

“I didn’t mean - only that - “

Pete saves him. “She could just really use a friend closer to her own age,” he says kindly. “I bet you could, too.”

The last age-appropriate friend Clem had was Duck, and Duck got bit. She doesn’t exactly have high hopes for this Sarah kid, either. Really, she shouldn’t be making any friends, because they’ll all just leave her eventually, and then she’ll be alone again.

Maybe she’s the common denominator. Maybe, if she lets people be, no one else will have to die.

But she knows on her own, she wouldn’t survive.

Sarah is sweet, it’s true, and nice enough, but she doesn’t get it. She’s never killed a walker and when Clem tries to teach her how to use a gun, Sarah nearly shoots her right between the eyes.

“Don’t point that at me!” Clementine exclaims. “You never, ever point a gun at someone, even if you know it’s not loaded! If you keep doing that, you’re going to get someone killed.”

Sarah shrinks in on herself. She lowers the pistol, embarrassed. “Ok,” she whispers, the grimy lenses of her crimson glasses fogging up with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. Just…please don’t shout at me.”

Clem hadn’t even realized she’d been yelling. She hadn’t meant to hurt Sarah’s feelings, it’s only that she has to know these things. If Lee hadn’t taught Clem everything he had, she wouldn’t still be alive. She knows that.

And Sarah is sweet, even if she’s naive. Clementine doesn’t want her to die. “Why can’t you tell me who that guy at the door was?!” Clem demands, and Sarah wilts and bites her fingernails and says, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I just - I can’t remember!”

Clem sighs; she pulls Sarah into a hug and holds her there until she calms down again.

Jane is blunt, like her. Jane knows how hard it is to lose the ones you care about, to be left all by your lonesome. Clem likes her, likes that she’s smart enough to use the guts as a disguise and flirt with Troy ‘til the walkers get him. She admires Jane’s poker face, and her short-chopped hair, and how she teaches Clem to take them out at the knee so it’s easier to reach their skulls.

But then Jane wants to leave Sarah in the trailer home. And Clem understands - more than anyone bar Carlos, and Carlos is gone - that Sarah can be difficult, but Jane’s so quick to abandon her for dead that Clementine starts to worry, and not just for her friend.

If Jane hates Sarah, and Sarah and Clementine are alike, at least a little bit…does that mean Jane hates Clementine, too?

“I’m sorry,” Jane tells her, after Sarah’s screams stop and all Clem can hear from below is the wet sounds of feasting on flesh. “I tried to save her, I really did, I know she was your friend…I tried to save her, Clementine.”

And Clem knows that she lies.

– – –

The first time she ever holds AJ in her arms, he stops his fussing and stares up at her with such innocent, big brown eyes that Clem nearly chokes on her own tongue right then and there. She passes him back to Rebecca and wonders what the hell a look like that is supposed to mean, from a new-born baby who’ll never know the way things used to be before the dead started walking.

At Wellington, alone in their room, he is all she has. Jane is dead, Kenny left them behind to stay safe. AJ doesn’t talk yet. He barely even gurgles. All he seems to do is cry - when he’s hungry, when he needs his diaper changed, when he’s tired and he can’t fall asleep. Clem stays up with him in the night, loses her own sleep to make sure he gets his. She shushes him and rocks him in her arms and hums him little songs until those brown eyes flutter shut and he finally drifts off to bed.

She’s exhausted, and she’s almost as lonely as she was before. She looks down at the baby in her arms and feels…nothing. Nothing except for the guilt, and that she can’t do anything about.

Then one night, AJ hands her a doodle, balled up and crumpled in his meaty little fist. It’s nothing more than a few scribbles, mixtures of yellow and green crayon that blend to make a muddy brown. The colors of the leaves right at the end of summertime. He doesn’t make a sound as he gives it to her, but when she takes it in her hands, she knows it’s hers and hers alone.

“Thank you,” she tells him, softly, feeling more vulnerable than she has in months, and her tears catch in his tiny curls as she presses the first of many, many kisses to her goofball’s forehead.

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg fanfic #autistic character #autistic clementine #twdg sarah #twdg aj #my writing

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dozing-composing · 5 months

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Loving all your Venture Bros. writing! If you are still doing requests, can you please write Copycat x Reader romantic hcs?

Sure Thing, Doodlebug!😉 Apologies For The Long Wait!

ᴄᴏᴘʏᴄᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✦ Suave, charming, and devilishly handsome, this man checks everything off the list. And you best believe he knows it. He flaunts it all. ✦ He is more than willing to provide for you. Whatever you want, he finds a way to get it for you. His class makes anything possible. That and if it comes down to it, he'd use his abilities to take it just so you could have it. ✦ Would love to show you off. He'd have you in the best clothes possible while you're draped over his arm. He'd introduce you as his "one and only turtle dove." ✦ He'd use his copies to dote on you. There might be a little conflict on this, where you say you only need one him: the original, since he's the one you fell for. But he insists because of his line of work. He secretly gets emotional about this, falling in love with you more. ✦ Despite the above, you're never alone because he'll always have a copy by your side. He just wants to make sure you're in good hands (his hands). That, or he'll have one lurking around in places where you won't see it. ✦ We can't forget those nicknames/pet names he uses all the time. His favorite to use for you is "turtle dove," but others include "lovebug," "starshine," and "sugar plum." ✦ He's old-fashioned. He's escorting you wherever you go. If you're both at home, he's pulling you up for a slow dance. If he has to leave for something, he dips you and kisses you before he goes. ✦ Makes a lot of references from some of his all time favorite movies. One time, you were late to one of the biggest events he was to attend to because he wanted to have a moment with you before you both left. And when you mentioned the time he goes, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." ✦ His song he dedicates to you is "Can't Help Falling In Love." Overused? Maybe. But that won't stop him from playing it every anniversary.

#♡#the venture brothers #the venture bros #venture bros #venture bros x reader #copycat #copycat x reader #headcanons #request

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elecctricsugars · 3 months

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"You know how they say 'you learn something new everyday'? Well I really do!"

"I did not know a doodlebug was a real thing until today! Just five minutes ago, actually!"

#open rp #m; wonka #wonka ;; opens #indie rp #indie starter #open starter #open to all #open to anyone #wonka rp

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pigsiescribe · 21 days

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Papa Is Here

(Felt like writing a wholesome sick-fic between a dad and his kid.)

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Richard looked at his daughter's sleeping face, slightly relieved. He didn't want to jinx it, but he was pretty sure the worst of her illness had passed. Poor child was sick out of both ends (thank the heavens for good, quality diapers) with a raging fever on top of it all. At the moment, she didn't feel as warm, and she had a clean diaper for a couple hours now. But now there were errands he needed to run, for her sake. She was due for another dose soon, and they had run out of her medicine. That, and she needed to replace the fluids she lost; he needed ingredients to make a toddler-friendly soup.

The problem was; he was the only adult in the household. His wife had (reluctantly) left earlier in the day for a doctor's appointment, and his brother had classes to take. Of course, both promised to return as soon as possible, but Richard didn't know when that would be.

So, which was the lesser of the two evils? Leaving his sick child for a short while to get the needed supplies, or strap her in the stroller in this cold, wet autumn weather? Richard glanced at the clock on the nightstand. If he could make sure not to get distracted (difficult, but not impossible), he could probably make it back home in no more than thirty minutes. His daughter's naps normally lasted about an hour, so she would be none the wiser.

Now he just needed to get her off his arm. He shifted ever so slightly, and her brown eyes shot open for a quick second, grasping the sleeve as if it were her lifeline. Okay; that's not going to work. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Richard slowly, carefully, slipped out of his shirt before slipping his arm out from under his daughter. She was aware of the shifting beneath her head, but her grip on the sleeve gave her the false security that her father wasn't going anywhere. For extra measure, he bundled up his shirt and tucked it under her head. Finally, he counted to one hundred in his head. Silly as it may seem, he knew that if she stayed asleep until he reached 100, then he was free to go.

Okay. She's asleep.

Since they were upstairs, Richard double-checked and made sure that all of the rooms were baby-proofed, and set up the baby gate at the top of the stairs, on the off-chance his errands took longer than expected and/or she woke up before he returned.

"Okay... Medicine, chicken broth, green onions, mushrooms." Richard chanted his list under his breath. It would help him stay focused on the task at hand and not dilly-dally in the market.

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"Twenty minutes. Not bad," Richard congratulated himself, taking a glance at his watch before unlocking the front door. Not only had he stayed focused, but he didn't forget a single thing on his list.

Now, all kids develop skills in their own way and at their own speed. Danni learned how to talk sooner than most babies, but the funny thing was; most of what she had to say were from nursery rhymes. (Whatever she sang was usually relevant to the situation, so it wasn't just singing for fun.) It was equal parts endearing and heartbreaking when Richard entered his home and heard his 10-month-old child singing woefully from the top of the stairs.

"Whe' is Papa?... Whe' is Papa?... Whe' is Papa?" Danni sang the lyrics to a "peekaboo" song, each line broken up with a little sniffle. Only the wind knows how long she's been singing, waiting for a response.

Richard immediately set aside his groceries and walked over to meet her. "Here he is~" he sang back the next part of the song. Once she laid eyes on him, Danni hopped angrily against the baby gate, crying and grunting. "I know, Doodlebug, I know. I'm so sorry." He gently picked up the furious toddler. "Papa needed to get stuff from the store while you were sleeping." As she clung to his neck, he took a moment to check on her. Clean diaper, and her fever had gone down, but she was still a bit warm. It was good progress nonetheless.

"Come here," he cooed, bringing her downstairs. "Papa is going to give you some medicine, and then Papa is going to make some soup."

"No~ no, no, no..." Danni argued feebly, rubbing her face into his shoulder. Her outburst from a moment ago probably sapped her of all her energy.

"I need to, Doodlebug. The medicine will help you feel better."

She either conceded to his logic or didn't have the energy to argue. Either way, Danni reluctantly accepted the next dosage of medicine, puckering her lips with each sip, before washing it down with some "pretty water," (water with edible glitter mixed in it).

Then, Richard tried to put her in the playpen in the living room, but she had him in a chokehold, clinging to him with her entire body, screaming as if he were about to throw her in a pit of snakes. Okay, that's not going to work. Keeping one hand on his child, he used the other hand to drag the playpen into the kitchen.

"Here. Now you can watch Papa while I make the soup." Thankfully, the compromise appeased the child, and Danni slowly pried herself off of him, and allowed herself to be lowered into the playpen.

It was funny, watching her watch him cook. She couldn't seem to decide if it was better to watch Richard through the mesh fabric of the playpen, or to stand on her tiptoes, trying to see over the edge. In an effort to engage her, Richard took to narrating his own cooking process, describing the textures and tastes and smells of the foods, explaining how the knife was sharp, so he needed to be careful when using it to chop the onions and mushrooms, and how the stove was hot, so he needed to make sure not to touch it. He even threw in some sign language. (Richard had a speech delay as a child, so he was quite fluent in sign language. Even though Danni was speaking quite well for her age, it was a skill he wanted to pass onto her.)

Danni, in turn, would do her best to repeat some of her father's words. "Shaw... HOT... Mush'oom... Uhnun..." Most of her signs were the equivalent of baby babble; wiggling her fingers and making approximately the same motions with her hands.

When Richard added the mushrooms and onions into the broth that was slightly bubbling on the stove, Danni sang a little nursery rhyme, shaking her hips to the rhythm. "Stuh i' up~ stuh i' up~ Cuh tas'e mah foo'. Ih is so goo'. Ih is de bes'." She had a smile on her face for the first time in hours.

Before setting her up in her high chair to eat, Richard laid Danni down on the floor and gently massaged her belly. (They had noticed early on that the medicine gave her gas.) After a prompt diaper change (no diarrhea, thankfully), Danni was ready for her meal.

About halfway through her portion of soup, the little lass started to nod off. Probably in an attempt to keep herself awake, she would mutter whatever was in her mouth ("mush'oom," or "uhnun",) before chewing and swallowing. Finally, after consuming three-quarters of her soup, Danni was fast asleep.

"My turn," Richard announced to no one in particular, taking his own portion of soup from the pot. As usual, he didn't realize how hungry he was until he started cooking. Of course, his daughter was his main priority, so he was willing to stave off his hunger a little longer so she could have her fill first.

Yes, onion and mushroom soup was about as basic as it could get, but it was filling and comforting nonetheless, and Richard was having a hard time fighting the temptation to get a second bowl... Then a third bowl... Maybe some bread and butter to go with it...

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"I'm home~" Rosaline announced upon her arrival, surprised by the lack of response as she took off her coat and shoes. She made her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, and found a dirty pot on the still-lit stove, with remnants of onion and mushroom burnt at the bottom, as well as a cutting board and a knife still sitting on the counter.

Did Richard lose his mind?! Their child was MOBILE. Not quite walking yet, but was certainly using walls and furniture to stand herself up. One wrong move, and that knife could fall and chop off Danni's pretty little toes, or stab her in the foot! And the pot too! Was he planning on burning the house down?! After quickly turning off the stove, Rosaline went on a manhunt to find her stupid husband.

She didn't have to search very far, however. Richard was slouched against the dining room table, fast asleep, with one hand on their daughter's high chair tray. Danni, who was also asleep, was gently grasping her father's hand.

Rosaline looked at their blissfully content faces and couldn't help but smile in turn. Yes, Richard could be irresponsible and thoughtless at times, but there was never a doubt that he would take the absolute best care of their daughter.

"You're lucky you're handsome," she joked. The scolding could wait. Father and daughter obviously needed their sleep.

#whump #original characters #original story #sickfic

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ysbrydthespoop · 1 year

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Gorillaz with Tattoos Headcanons/Concepts.

A while after Noodle went missing. She had S.M.R tattooed on her wrist. It stands for Stuart Murdoc Russel and she specifically chose an area where she could see it every day. She did it herself with a needle and inc and looking at it helped her get through really bad times.

After the events of plastic beach, she hid that tattoo with a bandage for several years. Between 2D getting swallowed by the whale and Russel getting harpooned, she thought they were both dead, and that tattoo just became too painful to look at. She thought about getting it removed all together but she's glad she never did.

Murdoc is by far the most likely to get a regrettable tattoo. There's been so many times he's woken up after a wild drink and drug fuled bednder with something horrendous on his body and no memory of how it got there. 2D has had quite a few smacks to the head over the years for laughing at those tattoos.

The runner up for most regrettable tattoos is 2D. He doesn't really think his tatoos through. Proof of this is the zombie portait where Paula's name used to be.

After a particularly wild night out. Murdoc and 2D woke up with a very limited memory of the night before and eachothers names tattoo on their arms. Neither of them told the other their tattoos existed and they wouldn't find out until months later when they slipped up and forgot to cover it. They act like it never happened but they still never removed or covered them.

Murdoc made Noodle swear she would never get tattoos and this was one of the few things he and russel ever agreed on. When they saw the one on her wrist, they were not happy, even though she was in her early twenties at this point they don't have to know she did it when she was sixteen. But they did soften when they realised who those enitials belonged to. When they realised it was for them, Russel said, "I suppose that one's not so bad. But no more." Murdoc simply said he'd "allow it." But also told her "But this is the first and last one." As if he still had any say in the matter.

Neither were happy with 2D when he started encouraging her to get many, many more.

Noodle would have to be with a partner for at least ten years before she even considerd getting a matching tattoo with them. But 2D on the other hand, that's her big brother and one of her best friends. That's different. There is no force in any conceivable reality or universe that could break their bond. Now that they're both adults, getting a matching tattoos is just another bonding activity for them. They do it just for fun and they've spent countless hours together designing tatoos for eachother. They even have anniversary tattoos to commemorate how long they've been doing this. They started when she was twenty three and soon, they'll be coming up to ten years.

Noodle isn't really keen on the idea of commiting massive tattoos and prefers to have a load of little ones. This has prompted 2D to give her the nickname, doodlebug.

She has several that symbolise her band mates. She has a melodica, a microphone and a zombie for 2D a trumpet, a drumset and a Japanese to English dictionary for Russel and a diamond, a devil mask and a raven for Murdoc.

By getting a diamond, she and Murdoc now have a pair of matching tattoos without even knowing it. They both have a diamond because that's what Murdoc has always called her. The phrases "Isn't she a diamond?" and "She's a diamond, our Noodle." repeat over in Noodle's memories. In countless interviews and introductions, dating all the way back to when she was ten years old.

Russel has the names of every friend he lost when he was young tattooed on his arm.

The boys all have at least one tattoo commemorating Noodle. Murdoc has his diamond, 2D has her name in Japanese and and Russel has a portrait of her on his shoulder.

After they got tatoos for Noodle, 2D and Murdoc also decided to get some tattoos done to honor Russel as well. They didn't innted on getting tattoos for eachother but they did and with the ones they got for Noodle as well, it didn't seem right leaving out Russel. Things didn't seem complete. 2D has his name and a couple of symbols representing him, including one he did some reserch to find that sybolised protection, because Russel has always had his back. Murdoc has one quote, "For the bastard who keeps breaking my nose and stopping me from doing things I'll regret."

When Noodle was a kid, there were times when none of the boys were in good headspaces, and she worried about all of them. So quite a few times, she made them pinky promise they'd be okay. Now, all three of them have Noodle's name tattooed on the very finger they wrapped around hers when they made their promises. 2D got his first. Like Noodle's tattoo, his was also a DIY done with a needle and ink. It was done when he was imprisoned in his underwater room on Plastic Beach. Those were the worst of times for him and having that tatoo was his way of reminding himself to always keep his promise. But he had not been as careful as Noodle had been and got an infection almost immediately. Which he then tried to hide from Murdoc, worried he'd be mad at him. When Murdoc saw it, he scolded 2D for being an idiot but later in a copycat/why didn't I think of that?/ reckless drunk moment, he did the exact same thing and also gave himself an infection.

Russel wouldn't get his until a few years later when he'd see these tatoos for himself. He got his partialy because he also had a "why didn't I think of that?" moment but also because he felt like the odd one one out being the only one without that tattoo. He also felt it was fitting for them all to have it. There are two things in this world that bring the three of them together. Music and Noodle. But Noodle was the one who kept them all going. Built them up to who they are today. And if they agree on nothing else, they'll always agree that they all love her. His tattoo, though, is professionally done. He wasn't having any of that stick and poke, risk an infection crap.

#gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #2d gorillaz #noodle guitarist from gorillaz #russel gorillaz

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kkshowtunes · 5 months

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trans scott pilgrim moments

#doodlebug says things #scott pilgrim #transgender #trans scott pilgrim #i know that the bathroom one is out of context but sh shhhhh #banger #super banger #banger banger hall of famer

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dandyshucks-moving · 5 months

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woah rare other system part sighting lmao, here's a Guz drawn by not-Juno

#I was working with the base they laid out so I had to fudge some shit because they'd laid out the neck and shoulder weirdly RIP #like the head is too far over to the right lmao but I didn't feel like erasing a bunch of it to fix that #the hand behind the wrestling box corner thing is also goofed lmao #turning rbs off but Juno (Dandy is vaguely a cross-system name so it feels weird calling them that) might post the art later better #I don't know how they edit their photos but I think I maybe got close lol #this guys fun to draw tbh love a rough n tumble boy lol he's got the same body type as one of my OCs except Stasis is mostly a robot LMAO #dandyshucks #dandy doodlebugs #<- I'll add these just in case ig ?? idk Juno do what u want with this even if it means deleting it lol hope this is fine for me to post #ALSO THIS WONT BE A REGULAR OCCURRENCE LMAO I was just super bored tonight and happened to switch in during Juno drawing this guy #probably won't ever happen again lol #our drawing styles arent super different I think but also this is using a base they laid out so I would've done it differently lmao #maybe it is different though - apparently I'm not a good judge of shit like this bc they say I write and play accordion differently somehow #but I thought I was doing a pretty good job the other day of doing it like they do lmaooo but nah they said it was all noticeably different #I'm chatty tonight sorry lol been a hot minute since I've had any time in front but I'll scoot off now #💜so good at being in trouble

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pokemonxhyperfixation · 4 months

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Time for the (non-regional varient) Early route mons for the Touhou Pokemon Region!

Doodleouse

The Dowsing Pokemon

A Normal/Steel type.

Dex Entry: Doodleouse are a social species that have a facination with shiny objects. Due to this, they have been known to steal coins from people, leading to them being largely disliked. While Doodleouse live in large social groups, they only forage in groups of two. Part of Doodleouse's tail can rotate, pointing them in the direction of valuables.

Abilities: Pickup/Run Away

Hidden Ability: Adaptability.

(I'm cutting the stat concepts)

I decided to base the regional rodent on Nazrin. The steel typing may be kinda odd for a regional rodent, but it's based off Nazrin typically being a steel type in... most everything. The name comes from doodlebugging (which is like... an american term for dowsing for oil/treasure) and mouse. Doodleouse didn't originally have arms, but it looked wrong without them so they're here now.

Tokitweet

The Ibis Chick Pokemon

A Pure Flying Type.

Dex Entry: Tokitweet are a common species of bird pokemon found around the Gensokai region. They are notable for their curious nature, and seeming ability to actually read. Due to this, Tokitweet are actually known to hang around book stores and libraries. In place of a normal set of tail feathers, Tokitweet possess a third wing, which they use to stear their flight, allowing for superior air control.

Abilities: Early Bird/Limber

Hidden Ability: Regenerator.

So in Touhou roms, Tokiko is almost always a regional bird from what I can tell, so why break tradition? As you can kinda tell, Tokitweet had a design before the current one. I got the proportions all sorts of wrong so now we have this design I'm happy with. Reading up on Tokiko's wiki page to make her a pokemon taught me she is APPARENTLY similar-ish to a type of Ibis, so that's what this line is based on. It has regenerator because HALF it's forms in Puppet Dance have regenerator.

Glowva

The Glow Worm Pokemon

A pure Bug type.

Dex Entry: Glowva are a common sight in the forests of the Gensokai Region, especially at night. The bulb at the end of their body glows at all times, which they use to communicate with others of their kind. While this bulb may seem like it would lure in predators, most common bird pokemon don't target Glowva, since the bulb caries a powerful electric charge, which they can release when threatened.

Abilities: Illuminate

Hidden Ability: Compound Eyes.

So funny thing about Glowva, I designed this fakemon like 4ish years ago, as the regional bug for a region based on my home state Ohio (that is not a point of pride for me). I was actually working on that region BEFORE I got into Touhou, but I thought Glowva would be perfect for a Touhou Region's regional bug because something something Wriggle Nightbug. I already have the evolution drawn (hell, unlike everyone else, Glowva's evolution is in full color), but Imma not post it here for pacing or something.

Cloakubi

The Shady Pokemon

A pure Dark Type.

Dex Entry: Cloakubi are a strange species of Pokemon that like to hang around the towns of the Gensokai Region. For unknown reasons, they are known to seemingly listen in on people and "collect information." It's unknown why they display this behavior. It is widely believed that Cloakubi look the way they do in order to better facilitate their information collecting by mascarading as small children.

Abilities: Stakeout/Night Cloak (Boosts speed when hit by a resisted attack)

Hidden Ability: Steadfast

So Sekibanki is my second favorite character full stop, so I decied to make her a wierd early route dark type. It's kinda meant to be like Sekibanki from Puppet Dance... kinda. I do think the design might be a little too human like, but that's also kinda the point. It doesn't say it in the dex entry, but Cloakubi is just a floating head in a cloak. It doesn't actually have a body.

The early routes also have two regional varients: A dark/flying type regional Pidgey based on Mystia and a pure Fire type Purrloin based off Orin. I'm probably gonna try drawing them eventually, just haven't really felt drawing those two.

As per last post, lemme know if y'all wanna use these fuckers.

#touhou #touhou project #pokemon #fakemon #fakemon region #Tokiko touhou #sekibanki #nazrin #wriggle nightbug #(only kinda on that last one)#early route fakemon #=)#Merry chrysler #if you celebrate #happy whatever else if you don't #my chrimbo gift to yall is that wierd rat my brain found

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basiloaks · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Tags!

Tagged by: @le-scenariste- thanks! 💛

Nickname: Doodlebug!

Height: Around 5'6"-ish, but I wear heels practically 24/7 because I like feeling tall 😅

Last Thing I Googled: "Wire Fox Terrier Breed Info"

Song Stuck in My Head: “Danny” by Lesley Gore.

Number of Followers: 112, which is pretty surprising to me!

Amount of Sleep: Oh, my sleep schedule is awful- since I'm on break, probably 6 hours, but when I'm on campus, I average around 3-4 hours.

My Dream Job: Realistically, I have no clue, but I'd love to support myself with my ceramics/sculptures/writing and maybe have a small online shop on the side!

Wearing: My pajamas because I really should be fixing that sleep schedule and going to bed at a normal time instead of scrolling on tumblr again 😔

Book/Movie that Summaries Me: Oh gosh, I have no idea-

Favorite Song: It's so hard to choose, but right now, I'd probably say "When She Dances" by Joey Scarbury!

Aesthetic: Probably some branch of academia mixed with vintage styles, particularly the 1940s, 60s, and 70s!

Favorite Author: I really could not tell you- one of my goals this year is to get back into reading like I was years ago before life got in the way, so maybe I'll find the answer soon!

Fun Fact: Umm, I’m not sure! This next semester I’m doing a couple of art independent studies, and I’m also taking a film studies course, so that’s pretty fun! 😄

Tagging (feel free to ignore! 💛): @edandstede, @ghosts-of-love, @spineless-lobster, @chimaera-void, @the-pastel-kitsune, and anyone else who’d like to join in!

#basil posts

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ex-textura · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thank you for the tag @sillyliterature 😊

1. Are you named after anyone?

In a sense. I cycled through a few names, but because I'm not great at naming anything they were all borrowed from games and shows lol.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last week? Or maybe two weeks ago? When my back went and I still had to try and get down the stairs lol. That was rough.

3. Do you have kids?

Yep.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It's something I'm working on so less so now, but I struggle with tone control so it always sounds like I'm being sarcastic whether I am or not.

6. What's your eye color?

Hazel

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Used to be Scary movies, but there was a shift after my kid came around and now I can't handle scary movies at all so.... I guess happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

Ehhh.... I mean. Maybe I should say art? That feels like less of a talent though and more of a grind so I'd feel weird saying so. Otherwise, I don't really think I have any talents?

9. Where were you born?

Newfoundland, Canada.

10. What are your hobbies?

Gaming, primarily. I spend a lot of time at that. Drawing. Reading. I also spend a lot of time theory-crafting characters for Pathfinder lol. I used to crochet a little but haven't touched that in a while.

11. Have you any pets?

Two cats; Denki ("Doodlebug" "Denker-doo") and Luna ("Luna-Baloona" "Luna-Loo" "Moron"). Luna hates Denki, Denki loves everything.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Nothing. My mom had me in gymnastics as a kid because I was bendy as fuck, and then softball and hockey and soccer. I wanted to play football so badly when I was in high school but that...never panned out. Now I'm not fit for sports.

13. How tall are you?

5'8-ish? Used to be 5'9 but I'm shorter now, and haven't measured in a while.

14. Favorite subject in school?

😬 er.... I really liked the one year I took Oceanography?? School was never really my thing, and I don't remember much now lol.

15. Dream job?

I don't think I have one... I used to think I wanted to be a chef. I think now I just want to make art, take care of my family, and vibe.

Tagging: I don't know who to choose so... if you see this and you want to do it go right ahead. It's all yours.

#tag game #except i didn't tag anyone lmao #thanks for the tag!#This was...actually kinda hard #i don't have much going on these days so it's not that interesting lol

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