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twogoldenflowers · 6 months

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Boo! (They're Pretending)

Happy Halloween, everyone! The only good thing about Fall. (And it was somewhat ruined this year because ofc there was an artic blast of doom. I live in the upper south, and it's 34 degrees this morning wtf. Like holy SHIT the poor trick or treaters...)

Anyway, ignoring my Fall slander (you can love Fall btw, no hate towards the people who do. I mainly just hate ragweed season tbh) Willow is pretending to scare Hunter, and Hunter is pretending to be scared. Kinda like

"OooOoooOooh! I'm coming for you! Boo!"

"Aaah! Oh no, you scared mee!"

Little playful antics.

This drawing was such a challenge but I'm happy with how it came out in the end. Main things were the arm positioning and hands for both Willow and Hunter. In animation school Im being taught the importance of silhouettes, so I actually posed them differently then I would've if I hadn't learned that as much yet. It's more noticeable with Willow then Hunter. I've always struggled with hands touching the face due to arm positioning, not exactly sure why that is but it's always something I've had trouble with. No joke, for Hunter I referenced a Steven Universe screenshot, and for Willow, I referenced one of Belos' childhood painting memories.

Btw I do not want to see any slander of Willow's costume in the comments. (/hj) She looks like a silly goofy goober skrunkily scrimbo it's amazing.

Fun Fact: Sometimes when I'm bored I go through a lot of video game instrumental music and challenge myself to think of a TOH drawing idea from the song. Its EXTREMELY rare when I end up actually making one of those ideas. This is one of those rare cases. I got the idea for this drawing while listening to music from an old Viteral World called Jumpstart (anyone remember Jumpstart lol?) It was the main Windy Hollows theme. What the drawing ended up being was NOTHING like I first invisioned in terms of posing, (still had the whole scaring each other playfully idea) but tbh I think the end product was a lot better. Yippie.

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cheezbites · 6 months

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Headcanons of Dating Ghost PT.3

✎: Fun fact, part one is on 600+ NOTES??? HOLY SHIT?!? THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH😋!!! (You don’t need to read the other parts to read this one)

🌸Part One

💕Part Two

♡Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.3 <3

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Bf!Ghost loves seeing you wear his clothes. Although you practically own or have worn at least half of his wardrobe, he still gets that same content feeling that surges throughout his body when he sees you lounging in one of his t-shirts. They looked way baggier on you, but that makes it even better. No matter what you’re wearing, he’ll always do a double take, smile, and say:

“It looks cuter on you, keep it.”

Bf!Ghost never backs down from his light hearted pranks, no matter what day, season or time it is. Halloween was coming up and he remembered that uncannily misplaced skeleton prop in your garage, slowly withering away as other things piled on top of it. Compared to how it was originally bought, it honestly looked ten times scarier. The quality was worn out and old, perfect for the prank he was about to play on you.

He stood at the end of the dimly lit corridor, calling out your name like he needed your help with a favour.

“Y/N?” he said, trying to contain his laughter by clearing his throat.

“Hmm?”

“C’mere for a sec, ‘need yer help with something.”

You turned your corridor’s lights on before making your way to where his voice was, before you made the final turn he held the flimsy skeleton prop out which admittedly scared you half to death.

“Boo.”

“Ahhh,” you replied, trying to mask how genuinely scared you were with his thoughtless prank. He saw how scared you were, even if it was very, very brief.

“The skeleton checks out,” you quipped, rolling your eyes.

Bf!Ghost always ties your shoe laces for you. Always. It’s honestly became a tradition for whenever you guys go out.

“You ready to go?” you asked, kneeling down to slip on your Jordan’s.

“Wait, I forgot something.”

You expected him to make a quick trip upstairs to grab whatever he forgot, but he suddenly knelt down in front of you, catching you off guard for a second until you realised what he was doing.

You stood up, smiling down at him as he effortlessly tied your shoes.

“Aw, such a gentlemen.”

You always tease him for his officious habits, just like how he always keeps them up.

Bf!Ghost is used to solving your unserious petty arguments with pillow fights. Upon hearing a satirical remark from him, you’d grab any nearby pillow and thwack his face with it. He would grab a pillow and use it to shield his face before you guys have a blast with pillows. They always start off with teasing before they gradually grow in competitiveness. He’s fully aware he can easily win each and every single time but he still acts defeated so you can win. But you still are pretty good at beating people with pillows… is that something he should be taking note of?

“That’s it, let it all out.” He teased, still using a pillow as a shield whilst flailing it at you.

Bf!Ghost draws on your arm/thigh when he’s bored.

“Y’know ink poison is a thing, right?” you asked, still closely watching as he draws an intricate flower on your arm.

“Eh… you’ll live, dove.”

The drawings are honestly impressive, you kind of want to keep them on - possibly get them tattooed just to surprise him and catch his reaction. They’ll be worth the ink poisoning, anyways.

Bf!Ghost can’t go to bed knowing you’re upset with him. He will not go to sleep until he’s forgiven or if he sees you smile, literally. He knows you’re unaware of how many nights he’s kept himself up just because you wouldn’t talk to him and he plans on keeping it that way. He doesn’t even know why he does it, it’s just his guilty consciousness gnawing at him.

Bf!Ghost tickles you just so hear you laugh - it’s always out of nowhere, too. You could be in bed together as he’s resting his head on your stomach and out of nowhere he’d turn to face you. You curiously peer at him. His fingers make way to your stomach and start mercilessly tickling you and you’re suddenly dying from all the giggles and laughter,

“Simon!” you exclaimed through chuckles, trying to clutch onto your stomach whilst floundering his hands off.

Bf!Ghost has only one collection: his beloved teacup collection, of course. You decided to ironically gift him a skeleton cup you saw when you were shopping. God, if you only knew how much that flimsy cup with that cute little chibi cartoon style skeleton waving a British flag around meant to him.

It’s his go to cup each time he drinks tea, which is everyday. If any of his lads comes over and he’s casually sipping his tea, he never fails to mention how you got it.

“The misses got me this,” or something along those lines. He completely abandoned his other ones, this was just his signature cup.

Bf!Ghost has his occasional late night cravings, some weird, some not. But he’s just continually found himself having them and each time it’s at night. He’s not one to typically participate in British stereotypes, well… sometimes. But the urge for a good ol’ beans on toast was starting to get irrepressible. You were willing to try some, too. It honestly wasn’t even bad - in fact, it was good. You added some cheese on yours for the sake of the exquisiteness, so did he. You guys also mix any drinks you have together like odd scientists taking ‘shots’.

Bf!Ghost was trying his very hardest to keep quiet as you took a nap on him. He was a light sleeper, it was only natural to assume everyone else was. He’d inherently hold his breath every now and then whilst keeping his body meticulously still. When he felt faint and dizzy, that’s when he knew about his involuntary breath holding. Little did he know, you were deep in sleep. There could be a boisterous, off-beat 80s band playing and you would still be knocked out.

Bf!Ghost had a long, dreadful day - so did you. You were both burned out and feeling so overstimulated from the lingering buzz of people and their loud conversations and the dizziness from somehow feeling faint. When you have days like this, you’d silently endure in each other’s company, laying with each other in bed with a comfortable tranquility. You’d just appreciate each other being there as his warm hands are wrapped around you. You were both feeling unbothered. but the only person you could both bare seeing at the moment was each other.

•••╰┈➤Masterlist

Dating Gaz

Dating Price

Dating König

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peachii-bear-art · 1 month

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Boo!! I'm not dead lmao

Finally got a more mobile drawing tablet (Galaxy Tab Active with CSP), so I now have a much more functional setup for drawing more regularly yayyyyy

Cause the traditional desktop/bamboo tablet setup I was relying on before was fuckin brutal lmao, and feels almost arcaic compared to now lol

Anyway, hoping to post more art now, but it's been over a year since I last drew anything, so it's been a blast, but also a challenge to get back into the swing of things again

Oh! I'll also be posting on tiktok (under Peachii-Bear), at least while tiktok is still alive before it possibly gets banned :/

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 gale #bg3 wyll #bg3 karlach #bg3 halsin #bg3 minthara #baldur's gate 3 #csp #clip studio paint

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geekthefreakout · 3 months

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An Empirical Study of Sex and Efforts by A.Z. Fell (Annotations by A. J. Crowley): Part 1

Rating: Mature. If you're underage, I can't stop you from reading this but like... you shouldn't. Please don't interact with me about it.

Sex, as it happened, was nearly as awkward as actually speaking about feelings was, to Crowley's consternated surprise.

He'd thought that once he and Aziraphale had gotten all the blasted talking out of the way AND had saved the Earth a second time, it would all be easy. Tickety-boo, even.

The kissing had been alright- tremendously so, in fact, once they were both actively participating rather than one desperately begging the other not to leave. Also once they'd worked out the angle and force required to avoid painful clashing of teeth. It had seemed to Crowley that sex would follow- this was how most humans did things, and they both tended to enjoy the human experience.

Only- neither of them quite knew what to do. Aziraphale had thought that Crowley would have experience, what with being a demon and all. Only Crowley'd never been given to *that* sort of temptation. Meanwhile, Crowley had assumed Aziraphale would know what to do. Between the two of them, he was the hedonist, and what the heaven had he been doing in all those "gentleman's clubs" if not this??

(This line of inquiry had led to a long explanation of the history of the gavotte, interspersed with cheerful exclamations of "Never assume, dear! It makes an ass out of you and me!" Crowley had screamed venom into Aziraphale's favorite throw pillow in despair.)

Even so, Crowley had been certain they could figure it out. Aziraphale had shelves of books on the subject, and Crowley, though he lacked personal experience, certainly knew what "sexy" was. Or at the very least, he knew what it wasn't.

Sexy wasn't, he decided, standing buck naked in the cool air of Aziraphale's seldom-used bedroom, staring at themselves in the mirror while debating what sort of Effort they should make. But here they were.

"The trouble is, I'm not sure what I would like best." Aziraphale was saying thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Anything you choose to manifest, my dear, will be lovely. But there are so many possibilities! So much variety! How does one decide?"

"Humans are usually stuck with the Effort they're born with." Crowley offered, having thrown himself dramatically onto the bed once he realized Aziraphale wasn't going to just pick something without proper discourse.

"Not all of them, though." Aziraphale fretted. "Nowadays they can switch with a surgery to what suits them better. And they enhance what they do have! I've received several emails offering to lengthen my--"

"Don't click on those, angel." Crowley groaned. He had invented the "grow your penis" spam email back in the 90s, and thought himself quite clever for it. "It's all rubbish."

"Well, even so. There are shapes which are more desirable. Combinations that work better. Variety in depth, length, hair, texture, function...." Aziraphale's hands went to his hips as he narrowed his eyes at the reflection of his shapeless groin. "I want to do this right."

"'M not sure there is a right way." Crowley said after a moment. "It's all down to preference, isn't it? Like how you take your tea."

"Perhaps there is not a right way, but there is surely a wrong way. Any way that could hurt you would be wrong." The angel's brow furrowed, and Crowley could tell that he was becoming genuinely frustrated.

"You won't hurt me, angel." Crowley assured, sitting up on the bed. He reached out a hand, and Aziraphale allowed him to take one of his and draw him close. "And I won't hurt you."

"I know you won't, dearest. I just... oh, I just want this to be perfect." Aziraphale sat next to Crowley on the bed now, holding both of his hands. "I have hurt you without meaning to so many times. Now that we have this, I mean to treat it with nothing but the highest regard."

Crowley had to kiss him for that. He let his hands run through his angels feathery curls as he drew him close and kissed him, softly, softly. He drank Aziraphale in the way he drank the finest of wines, caressed his face and shoulders reverently. He let the love he felt for his angel, which he had so often kept boxed away, flow from him freely, and he received Aziraphale's love in turn.

"We've hurt each other." He said softly when they finally broke apart. "But not anymore, yeah? We're just here, being an us."

"Just us," Aziraphale said, pressing his forehead to Crowley's. "And we need to decide how to present for our first time together. First times are important, you know."

"Fine." Crowley sighed. "Look, why don't we just... try all of it? We can each have a turn with each effort. We can even have both, if you like!"

"But our first--"

"Bollocks to 'first'." Crowley said. "Why should our first time mean more than our second or third? You're still playing by the rules, angel. We have as many times as we like. We have time to figure it out."

Aziraphale twisted his lips in one way, then another, clearly stopping himself from arguing about the romance of it all. Finally, he tilted his head, conceding.

"Very well." He hopped up from the bed, oblivious to Crowley leaning in to kiss him again. "We might as well make a proper study of it."

"Study???" Crowley's serpentine eyes widened as Aziraphale made his way to his desk, pulling out a large piece of paper and a marker. "Oh, come on...."

But it was no use- Aziraphale was busily drawing a chart with the marker, his bare bum wiggling as he hummed through his work.

Crowley eventually came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his angel's beloved waist even as he rolled his eyes at the chart he'd drawn up.

"I suppose you're serious about this." Crowley mumbled, pressing a kiss to Aziraphale's pale shoulder.

"You think I'm being silly," Aziraphale pouted.

"You are. But... love when you're silly." Crowley hid his burning cheeks in Aziraphale's neck. "Least you're not listing positions out..."

"Oh, but I could!" Aziraphale said cheerfully. "I'm certain I have a copy of the Kama Sutra in the original Sanskrit- not signed by the author, but still quite original--"

Crowley groaned and squeezed his arms tighter around Aziraphale. The angel turned his head to kiss Crowley's temple.

"Perhaps another time?"

"Hngk." Crowley muttered, intent on kissing the idea out of Aziraphale's head. "I want a cunt first." Crowley declared against his angel's lips, and manifested one with a thought as Aziraphale turned to embrace him fully.

"You-- oh!" Aziraphale flushed as he found himself staring at the mound that had appeared between the demon's legs, the red scales on Crowley's belly giving way to wiry red curls. All thoughts of charts and positions flew from his mind. "I knew you'd be lovely."

"Shut up." Crowley hissed, his hands tight on Aziraphale's shoulders as the angel dipped curious fingers into the folds. "We've got a study to do. Data to gather."

"Quite right, too." Aziraphale said, and kissed him again.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #gomens #good omens fanfiction #idk this was just in my head #not sure if i will write the rest but i might #i can just see them making a proper study of it #asexual first times can be wild #especially if you have your choice of genitalia #aziracrow's mix and match genders and genitals #sam writes stuff

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wellnoe · 2 years

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here are the lines i did for a drawing of @boo-cool-robot‘s ‘Better Schism’ au!! which is very fun and good and i love it a lot

[id: a digital drawing of wolverine, storm and cyclops. they are standing on a rocky shore, and cyclops is unconscious in wolverine’s arms. scott’s costume is torn, showing an injury from a lightning strike. Logan looks unhappily at storm, who is standing over him. Ororo’s costume is torn, she’s holding her headpiece in her hand, and she’s looking down at logan, hurt and confused. They are all wet with rain./end id]

And here are will @boo-cool-robot‘s notes on the scene from their au:

“What I jokingly call “Better Schism” is a Utopia AU where Storm finds out that Cyclops is running secret assassination squad X-Force. This kicks off a conflict between them about whether/how responsibility for strategic and principled violence should be shared, with Wolverine as doer-of-violence caught in the middle. This AU is still fairly amorphous and not fully conceptualized, we just love ideological divorce! A rough script for the ending of this version of the climactic fight is below the cut. (Wellnoe drew off an even rougher version, not this script!):

The rocky shore of UTOPIA, gloomy daytime. Ororo and Scott grapple, unwilling to use their powers on each other. They argue, Ororo accusing Scott of only wanting her powers and Scott responding with how the team needs her community-building ability, making it worse. Logan approaches them in the middle distance.

Ororo, Scott hanging onto her, takes off into the air, leaving Logan on the ground. Scott twists and grabs a knife from her headpiece in a callback to Ororo teaching him to knife fight. As Scott frees the blade, Ororo draws back her hand and strikes him in the heart with a blast of lightning. The force pushes Scott away from her in a mirror of Uncanny X-Men #201’s cover. It begins to rain.

Scott goes limp and falls, the knife slipping from his hands. Ororo, anguished, dives for him, but Logan is the one to run for and catch him.

Ororo lands. Logan holds an unconscious Scott in a bridal carry. Scott’s uniform is ripped open and a lightning scar runs over his chest. The knife embeds itself in the ground between Ororo and Logan.

Ororo, upset: I wouldn't have let him fall. You know that.

Logan, unfairly: And he wouldn't have gone for your heart. You know that too.

(Scott is unconscious, but if he was awake he'd be saying:

Scott: It would have been foolish of her to assume I wouldn't.)”

#w.me #my art #um #ororo munroe #logan wolverine #which is my tag for him #and #scott summers #x men

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diaco1968 · 1 year

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hi i wanted to request a lilttle something... bakugou with a s/o who is jumpy but then gets angry (not full on raging just a couple of curses) at other person for doin it like umm gets scared not scared but gets a lil heart attack when someone suprises, not even intentionally, like they might doin some shit and were unaware that he was standing behind and gets surprised when they turn around. also i hope you're doin well and takin care of urself!! and pls dont overwork urself!

Thank you that's very sweet of you, Hope you're doing well too :* also I think this one was sfw so I did a bit of a crack/fluff. And wasn't sure if it was headcanon or story so did a bit of both, hope you enjoy it! <3

No Warning, just a bit of cursing.

Easily jumpy you say? You can bet your bottom dollar he will exploit that. He will scare you indeed but not in a "boo! Gotcha" way, more in a stand there and loom over you until you notice his presence and crap yourself. Also will like to always deny he enjoys it so he prefers the passive way. He finds it kinda cute, kinda funny, when you, looking all tiny compared to him, and all mad, start cursing away with that pretty little mouth of yours. Probably likes it cause you remind him of a mini-Bakugou?

He will usually brush you off with a forehead or top of the head kiss as well just to add to your frustration.

The only time he will draw the line though is when even though you know things can make you jumo easily, but you are being clumsy about it... :

You squinted your eyes at the glass wondering how stubborn can a stain be as the water rinsed away the foam and the bubbles off and the stain remained just as it was before you even started to clean the windows. You were alone in the house and got bored so you decided to be productive and clean up. And You've been doing this particular window for some time now, the music was blasting and it was all you could hear except the screechy noise of your cloth wipe over the glass of the window, that's why it was only natural that you didn't hear Bakugou walk in a while ago as he stood a couple steps behind the chair and watched your whole body jiggle as you struggled on.

He had his hands crossed over his chest deciding how to approach the situation, annoyed that you were standing on a chair so close to the window, not even worried that you might fall out. On the other hand he didn't want to alarm you by declaring his presence and actually causing the fall, knowing your history of jumpiness.

He didn't decide quick enough though.

You hand was cramping by now and your shoulder was aching so you stopped wiping your forehead in frustration with the back of your arm after you threw the cloth in the bucket and you turned around on the chair to hop off to fetch some other chemicals.

That's when you saw the figure standing behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat as all your muscles went momentarily rigid, a quick cold shiver running down your spine and as per your usual reflex your mouth was the first thing that got control back.

"Ffffucking bitch ass dick suckerssss!-"

By this time you had mentally realised that it was just Bakugou and not some scary entity or invader or anything and that it was going to be fine to calm down. Except. Your foot slipped on the chair and you started falling back. Towards the window.

In the midst of your own panic you didn't have time to see Bakugou's eyes widening in fright and as you closed your eyes bracing yourself for your fate you cursed the universe one last time,

"Son of a bitch!"

You did not feel anything but you heard the window shatter and then nothing. Took a you a while to notice the sound of heavy deep breaths over you. Probably through angry flared up nose trills? None other than Bakugou?

You opened your eyes and sure enough he was staring at you through narrowed eyes ready to explode.

He had wrapped his arm around your waist and was standing in a very awkward position with you literally draped backwards on his arm. You had even gripped onto him in your panic without noticing. You looked up at him through your lashes still feeling your heartbeat in your throat, and seeing as his chest was flushed against yours he could probably feel it too.

He glared at you a few more seconds and finally let out a sigh through his clenched teeth, settling on insulting you instead of scolding you.

"You total dumbass!"

You rolled your eyes and tried to find your footing.

"I'm the dumbass? You scared the hell out of me! You silent creepy lizard!"

His eye twitched but you could victoriously notice the hesitation in him as he tried to figure out from where did you pull that colorful one out of. It always surprised him how you exploded onto him whenever he scared you, intentionally or not. He found it cute and funny. But not when you almost got yourself killed.

"Why were you standing on the chair by the window? Didn't I tell you I will do the windows myself?"

You blinked remembering that he had specifically told you not to do the windows.

"Uh...no?"

He didn't buy it though.

"Okay, sorry... just wanted to do something useful around the house. No pleasing you, huh?"

His expression immediately softened and he heaved another sigh, before stepping out of the broken shards on the floor, putting you up on your feet and hugging your face to his chest.

"If you are waiting for me to apologize for scaring you, you can stop holding your breath,"

You could hear the vibrations of his rapid heartbeat as he pressed you more to himself and you hugged him around the waist.

"you scared me way worse."

"I know..."

The hug lasted a few moments until you had both calmed down and he finally unwrappes himself from around you.

"I'll go find out who to call for the broken window. Don't touch anything. Do NOT cut yourself."

He warned as he walked off leaving you nodding at the stain that was still perfectly preseved on one of the shards. You leaned down and picked it up. Rotated it to the side that would be facing outside the window and the stain immediately came off as you rubbed your thumb over it.

"Bloody fucking cunt!"

#REQUEST #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 6 months

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I got some more questions lol you don’t have to respond today, you can take a break for your mental health I can wait a day or two. But if you have the time:

1: even though they are a duo, are they part of a team like the teen titans?

2: I read your earlier posts saying they pulled a prank on kon-El, what kinda pranks do they do?

3: you know how in Dragonball piccolo would jump in front of a deadly blast to defend gohan and died, would Chris and Jake do that to defend each other?

4: would they taunt the bad guys, like sticking their tongue out, doing that pulling down the eyelid like in anime, mooning, flipping the bird, saying nanny nanny boo boo etc?

5: not really a question but I think you can create a manga/comic about the starburst duo on WEBTOON without illegal interference from DC if you have the time and want to, I’ll definitely would subscribe and give stories

1. They actually do have a team to call their own, composed of other kids of the Titans. All together, the group is dubbed Team StarKnights, a ‘brother’ group to Mar’i’s Titans of Tomorrow team

2. Rather simple enough small pranks involving his shampoo bottles or soap bars usually the wrong ones for him, also swapping his snacks for different ones he won’t recognize until it’s too late. Then there’s one time they put toy snakes inside of the fridge when he was getting a snack during a lazy day

3. Oh for sure, definitely Chris since unlike Piccolo he can take about almost blast and not die as a result. Though there have been moments when Jake does the same for his friend, with a lot more devastating consequences. While he thankfully hasn’t died yet in turn, it’s safe to say Jake is rendered unable to fight the rest of the battle in those cases. How fortunate for our heroes then that those time cause Chris to tap into the Nightwing entity to utterly destroy the villain responsible.

4. Probably especially when our heroes are playfully fighting against Cinderblock but it’ll mainly be Jake who at most would flip the bird. As for mooning and tongue sticking, they’re a bit more polite than that and focus on their job. The most common taunting of anything are puns that wouldn’t be out of place in a Silver Age comic

5. Well, it had been a while since I actually posted any fanfics online that I feel are top quality not to mention I usually don’t draw anything to complex. Still thanks so much for the compliments and story suggestions are greatly appreciated @gothicghost2000 :-D

Thanks for the asks my friend

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #sfw

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auraboo · 9 months

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Get to know me tag

Tagged by: @yoiku - thanks for the tag! I've really missed this part of Tumblr culture, it's been literal years since I last saw these things in the wild.

Last song: Queen of Kings (Italiano) by Alessandra Mele. I've been on a Eurovision kick since this year's final and I looooove the Italian cover of this song. It has lowkey become a character song for the main antagonist of the second book in my fantasy trilogy, and since I've been writing a lot of scenes involving her recently, I've been blasting the song on repeat for hours :'D I love my angriest daughter very much

Currently reading: The Faithless by C.L. Clark, Over My Dead Body by Sweeney Boo, and getting started on a whole pile of manga that I just received in the mail (the first 2 volumes of Mao by Rumiko Takahashi and vols 3-4 of Idol Dreams by Arina Tanemura). I love reading, I almost always have a book or two at hand, and way more in my library bookings queue.

Currently watching: Rewatching a bunch of Trine playthroughs. I don't really watch stuff otherwise - my attention span for watching shows or movies is non-existent, I can't do anything else if I want to remember what I just watched and it drives me up the wall to just sit still doing nothing for hours - but I like having game videos about my favourite games on the background while drawing or painting. I've also been watching a lot of Sailor Moon collector videos recently.

Current obsession: Does my manuscript count? My creative life has pretty much orbited around it for the past 2-3 years and there's no end in sight, I can't go a day without thinking about my characters. Author problems #489871.

In the fandom sense, Sailor Moon is my current #1 obsession - I recently managed to get my first Q Posket figures (Venus and Mars!) and they did something funny to my little fangirl heart. It makes me so happy to see them in the bookshelf with my tiny Sailor Moon collection, my girls are so pretty! I've never been a fan of figurines, but I fell in love with Q Poskets when I first saw images of them. I want Cosmos so badly aaaaa

Tagging: not sure how well the tagging system works on Tumblr nowadays/if people even get notifications about them, but here goes: @tehri, @cypjj, @lamppuart, @lemsart, @nappi. No pressure, though!

#aura speaks #tag meme #i know i don't talk about myself much online but i don't mind being tagged in things! i'm just shy

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greatprotector-if · 11 months

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Thanks for answering! To continue with the au:

How would the house chores be divided amongst the three roommates?

thanks for asking! I'll jump at any opportunity to talk about my characters FJSJFHK

As mentioned in the last ask, V and Kallias are the cooks, because Galen 1. Can't cook constantly due to their schedule and 2. Doesn't season their food... (loud booing) Kallias may be godawful in a kitchen but at least they use seasoning.

I like to think that everyone does their own laundry! Kallias is surprisingly diligent about separating lights from darks, handwashing when needed, all that jazz. They always need music blasting though, or they can't work. Just can't do it. V, on the other hand, mixes all their shit together without a care in the world. All their formerly white socks are colourful now. There's a reason they started only buying their clothes in black. Galen's never used a machine dryer once in their life they just hang their clothes out on clothing racks, the shower bars, the door handles, etc. Perhaps it stems from paranoia that their clothing will shrink in the dryer...

The roomies do rock paper scissors for cleaning the bathroom. V somehow always loses, and it would make them so mad. They'd argue for some sort of rule, like once you lose three times in a row it has to be switched to someone else. "Must suck to need a handicap," Kallias would say, and Galen would have to hold V back from throttling them. (V would then stubbornly refuse the handicap and try to win on their own. After a good amount of losses though, Galen would take pity on them and say "It's opposite day" and clean the bathroom in V's stead.)

Everyone also does their own dishes! Except for Galen's days off, that's when they just do everyone's dishes.

Vacuuming is Kallias' job! Because they kind of like it for some reason. Something satisfying about seeing all the dust disappear, maybe. All with music blasting in their ears, as per usual, so you'll usually find them dancing while vacuuming. Unfortunately they suck shit up that they weren't supposed to suck up all the time. And then they just wait for V to come home and they're like "Heyyyy, so, uh. I sucked up Galen's sock... can you grab it for me from the tube thing..."

The house has like a million plants (all bought by Galen except for the single one Kallias bought as a gift to them) and Galen takes very good care of them. Watches all the YouTube videos to figure out the best way to care for each individual plant. If they ever find themself without enough time to water their plants, they'll draw a frowny face on the whiteboard on their fridge, and whoever sees it first will do it for them, then erase the face once they've finished. Kallias' default picture background is anywhere with a shit ton of plants visible in the background for the aesthetic.

#answered asks #the great protector if #kallias #galen #victoryne/valen/vail #lany-the-procrastinator

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unfilteredaj · 1 year

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Operetta concept for Monster High G3:

(A/N: I can’t draw so I’m just gonna write a description)

• Theater Goth Chique. Lots of black and white. Maybe black and white hair? I NEED Operetta in a cape. MAKE HER LOOK LIKE HER DAD DAMN IT. I picture G3 Operetta being half human half Phantom. It just makes sense to me.

• THEATER KID. She RUNS Monster High’s theater department.

• I picture her introduction as The Boo Crew exploring the catacombs and they hear singing. They find Operetta singing her little Phantom heart out. Frankie claps, revealing Their, and the whole squad’s presence. Well Operetta gets spooked and her phantom music powers blast them back.

• Because Operetta has STAGE FRIGHT. The episode can be about the Boo Crew helping her overcome it. And helping her get a part in the School Play.

•I picture her having a lair under the school, with Boo York posters, and Clawdway posters pasted all over the walls…

#monster high g3 #operetta

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running together in the rain Steddie

Okay, nonnie - I got you. I just asked my boo thing ideas for this one & his idiocy has given me direction! This turned into being more of a like... a group date (with a bit of underage drinking, sorry), but there's definitely romance, so I got that one, at least! Here we go -

Despite his previous misconceptions, Eddie loved having a boyfriend. Until Steve came into his life, Eddie played the field, tiptoeing around commitment like a smooth criminal. As the town freak, it was much easier to dabble in rushed quickies and random hook-ups than even attempting to get to know someone enough to have them around day after day. Eddie appreciated the solitude, anyway. He loved to play the guitar and revel in his own company - dating someone absolutely took away from that.

It only made sense that Steve Harrington was the exception to that rule, when all was said and done. From the second that Dustin Henderson started talking him up, Eddie knew, deep down in his gut, that Steve belonged in his life. For a while, Eddie figured the ghost of him was okay. He built up such a visage of Steve in the time they were in school together that chipping away at that was necessary, anyway. Listening to Dustin telling stories and build him up was great leeway for actually meeting the real Steve Harrington.

And boy was the real Steve something to behold. Eddie had no idea that Steve was foolishly brave and kind. It never crossed his mind that 'the hair' cared so selflessly about others that an entire group of humans considered him their surrogate mommy. Where El was the strength and power of the rag tag team that they made, Steve stood firm as the heart of it all. Those close to him drew confidence from the stability Steve provided by being that solid foundation. Eddie was dumbfounded to realize that Steve really was the great person that Dustin made him out to be.

Which made falling into a close friendship so easy. Steve took to Eddie's teasing like a duck to water. Their senses of humor collided to make moments where Eddie couldn't feel the muscles in his stomach from laughing so hard. And while they didn't have the most similar interests, Steve had an open mind that allowed for both of their hobbies to flourish in a safe space.

Eddie didn't have to try hard to appreciate the gym and Steve never seemed to mind the music Eddie blasted whenever he got DJ privileges. Never mind the fact that they easily shared seven children that were all different in both personality and demand. The ability to fill in the blanks where the other couldn't was great for the kids, but extended much further than them, too.

They balanced each other out - so much so that Eddie didn't realize things between them were shifting from close friends to something more. It was uncomplicated to be around Steve; Eddie hadn't been able to be himself, his entire and true self, with another person in the entirety of his life. Experiencing that shift in comfortability made it impossible to find where the line actually was, or to draw it at all. And if he were perfectly honest with himself, Eddie didn't mind treading that boundary, crossing that line. Steve was naturally flirty and Eddie appreciated the rare moments he got to feel good about himself. What good would it really do to fight it?

Steve must've felt the same because their time together became cozy and intimate, regardless of whether they were alone or in the company of others. By the time that Eddie eventually grabbed Steve's face and kissed him hard, the party was letting go breaths of relief - they were tired of watching the two of them dance around each other (despite Eddie never actually perceiving the situation that way). It was so natural to have Steve by his side that Eddie forgot what solitude was; the days were better spent with someone who made his existence that much better.

So yeah - Eddie loved having a boyfriend - he loved having Steve Harrington as his boyfriend.

The longer they were together, the more their lives became intertwined. Eddie graduated by the skin of his teeth, happily ditching the lame title of high school student. With at least that credential under his belt, Eddie felt comfortable giving Wayne his bedroom back to step out on his own. Except, he wasn't alone. Steve made space for Eddie in his perpetually empty house while they both worked to save up enough to get a place of their own. The kids grew up in the short time between summer and fall, making them more like real friends than the babies Eddie tried to continue to make them out to be.

With that change in perception came a shift in the way Eddie and Steve interacted with them, too. Eddie enjoyed getting to introduce them to the slightly more rebellious things that came with growing up. Long nights of drinking and laughter created so many memories that Eddie wouldn't give up for anything, bad influence or not. And when adulting became something that took time away from nurturing that relationship, he and Steve did the grown up thing and etched out a night every couple of weeks they met up and hung out with their favorite young people.

They got together on Thursday nights at the small park at the end of Eddie and Steve's block. Since the entirety of the area they lived in was apartments, they never ran any risk of disturbing any of the suburbanites with their moderate raucous. The space had a pavilion and swings and a jungle gym that suited their purposes just fine. At the end of the night, their apartment was within walking distance; he and Steve got to feel responsible and hip all at once.

El's 17th birthday had them decking out their little party space a few dozen Thursday's into the tradition later. Eddie didn't usually spring for the good stuff, but he made an exception for the girl who acquired her father's taste for decent whiskey. He thought of it as his birthday gift to her.

Of course, Eddie didn't take into account how blitzed he could get while drinking whiskey cokes and flirting with the beautiful Steve Harrington. Between the haze of drunkenness and a big group's ability to create chaos out of nothing, the night took a weird turn where drama was happening and no one knew how to handle it. Eddie cursed his soft spot for El and Steve's stupid face - he usually stayed more composed in case something dumb like relationship waves started to overpower the neutral tide.

Whether it was fate or karma or just a freak storm, the dark sky above them opened up and broke apart the quickly accumulating snowball of drunk spectacle that was well on its way to causing trouble. The rain was hard and steady; Eddie was soaked within moments. Taunting and arguing turned to giggling and muted screams as everyone grabbed stuff from the table they were sitting at and scattered. Eddie's heavy legs kept him around until all his younger pals were heading down the street towards their apartment. He was happy to see that Steve had stayed by his side throughout it all.

Brown and hazel locked onto each other long enough for Eddie's muddled brain to process the situation they were in and the hilarity of it. It was hard not to laugh when Steve shrugged and started to spin around in the falling rain. Eddie tried not to buy into things happening for a reason, but he figured perfect moments were meant to be capitalized on, no matter the how or why. He chased after Steve to grab him around the waist so they could spin together. His Reeboks were soaked as they broke apart and stomped through puddles in between long strides in the direction of home.

From the look of it, everyone was already tucked away in the safety of the apartment, so Eddie didn't feel bad about pulling Steve into his arms while the rain poured down on them to kiss the hell out of him. They stayed tangled up, dripping wet until the hard brick wall of their unit hit Eddie's back. Steve pulled away first, nuzzling his nose along Eddie's to soothe the ache distance between them always caused. Eddie kept his grip tight on Steve so he couldn't get too far.

They shared a silent look that said a thousand things; in their time together, Eddie learned to speak without words because Steve didn't need them. Where his love was the steady floor underneath everyone else's feet, Eddie gave Steve something to take root on himself. That said more than three little words ever could. The quiet comfort of just being together said it best. Steve leaned in for one more kiss before stepping away completely to head back inside.

Eddie watched him go, tipping his head back against the brick to get the whole view. The entire world wrapped up in tan skin and perfect hair smiled at him before opening the apartment door and disappearing inside.

Romantic Date Idea Prompts

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve/eddie #eddie/steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #bobbie writes #romantic date idea prompts

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iloveprocessedcheese · 9 months

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Woag it's so nice out here (is being blasted by the wind and has been pelted with near torrential rain at least three times)

I have my raincoat so I'm fine and actually very much enjoying the adverse weather. But I wanted to draw. Boo. Kinda hard to draw if your sketchbook gets lifted out of your hands and yeeted across the valley at 40mph 👍🏼 I would like to avoid that I think

#turns out there was a yellow weather warning #river friend #hafren

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angelus-tenebrae · 2 years

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'Boo!'

@no96-blackmist

Yami’s reflexes caused him to attack with a magical blast and draw his blade. Aiming it at the Number.

“You really shouldn’t do that. What if I took off your head?”

#divine flames #post doma

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sonasnowdrop · 11 months

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Chapter 2: Alone at sea.

-D:QFTIM-

Five years ago I lost my mama to archangels, everyday I dread about it happening again. We’re far away from when it happened, but I can’t help but feel like it was all my fault. Tzian says it was bound to happen, but it couldn’t have happened if I didn’t stay out after dusk. I miss you Mama.

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Today was the day, no matter what I was gonna see those mermaids shimmer tonight. Under the night of the forever moon shining above the stars, I threw a bunch of junk into my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

I glare outside, scanning the pavement of the empty streets. It was almost pitch dark, I swallow my sudden discomfort.

“BOO!!”

I jump feeling startled, my friend laughs hysterically. I grumble and suck air through my teeth, “Ugh, really Ori?” I scoff, she snorts while laughing. She soon settles down and pats my shoulder. “Relax Ben, we’re gonna have a blast!” Oierio threw her hands up dramatically and plopped them back down onto my shoulder, I groan as she does so. I stare off, soon tuning her out as she speaks, my hands interlock and I gaze down. I soon part my lips and interrupt Ori’s rambling,

“Ori, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, what if we get caught?” I ask, trying not to sound too nervous. The demon beside me squints, and her brows furrow. “Pfft, of course it’s a good idea! This is one of the best plans yet!” She replies while reaching into her bag and pulling out a piece of paper. When opening it, a map was revealed, cities were drawn and the hand writing was poor. Oierio definitely hand made this.

“Besides, who’re ya’ worried about catching us anyway?” She scoffs teasingly, I cross my arms and turn away. Ori turns to me, her smile fades into a frown, and she rolls her eyes in realization. “Oh for gods sake, Ben! No angels are gonna come get us!” She grumbles, and hops off the bed. “They could!” I reply back bitterly, she sucks air through her teeth.

I soon hop off the bed as well as she begins to draw an extra location on the map. “We’re miles away from when it first happened.” She mutters, while scribbling. My hand brushes against the yellow paper she strokes on with her crayon, I feel sweat drip off me. “Well Anne said—“

“Anne, Anne, Anne! We don’t have to listen to her!” She interjects, while slamming her hand down, I slightly flinch. “We never get to do anything fun anymore!” The demon puts down the paper and crosses her arms, I can agree, we used to have alot of fun before the raid. The demon huffed, causing her outline to shift in color due to her emotion. My face saddens, and I pat her back and sigh. “Ngh…okay okay, we can go but like, just for a little while.”

Oierio gasps and jumps up and down in excitement, which caused her to shift again to a more yellowish color. We both finish packing and rush out of the house. Ori’s eyes light up our path. “We shouldn’t be doing this oh jeez oh gosh…” I say to do myself, the Imp ahead of me chuckles, “Relax dude, nothings gonna happen. Keep up!” She cackles while dragging me along, I need to just think positively.

I feel myself slightly shiver as the cold breeze tugged at my bangs. Our footsteps fill the city streets, Oierio has walked this path many times as she always goes out to see the glowmaids shimmer by in a nearby ocean tide. We both blended into the shadows of the night, I gulp and flinch at any sudden noise. Ori looks back at me with a grin, “I know what I’m doing, trust me.” She smiles, “I-I know!” I reply shakily, mist forms around my mouth as I speak and huff.

The stars and bright blue moon above lighten out our path further, we dip past Anne and Andy’s little candy store, I glance at it, obviously it’s closed but I can’t help but admire the cuteness of it. Tiny flower pots coated the windows and cherry vines cover the pots. Cute shiny crystals hang from the ceiling outside, the blinds were drawn so I couldn’t make out the interior.

Soon, I see we are approaching a beach, next to it was a beach house. “Uhm…” I stammer, “Who’s house is this?” I ask, as my friend lets me go and I clasp my hands. “Heh, not really important right now.” Ori scoffs while chuckling, she climbs up a ladder that leads to a deck. I hesitatingly follow her. “Ori, I swear if we’re trespassing I’m gonna kill you.” I throw empty harmless threats at her as she grins at me. “Psh, you wish.” She replies.

My anxiety soon transformed into excitement that bubbled on, I smiled as we both approached the silver lake. Ori was the first to sit down, I sat down next to her only seconds later.

“Now what? Are they coming tonight?” I ask, turning to the female demon.

“Heck yeah, we just gotta wait.” She replies,

I lean back, Ori leans forward. The moon certainly does compliment the ocean at night, I wish I could see this more often. My attention drives off onto the beach house behind us, all the lights are off it seems, and no cars sit in the driveway. I suddenly feel a light tap on my shoulder, I turn back to Ori, to which she’s giddy and pointing onto the water “Look look, it’s happening they’re here!” She thumps her feet lightly and turns yellow again.

I stare on in absolute wonder as the sea is now littered with glowing creatures. Some even have jellyfish bottoms, their blue aura stains my skin as they glow. Occasionally, pink, and yellow ones go by. Ori and I stare in admiration, I lean over the decks edge, I stick my hand into the water and feel the silky skin of the creatures below. I get way too lost in the moment and end up falling in.

“Ben!” Ori shouts, I flap my arms unable to swim. The mermaids shoot by, causing me to drift farther and farther away from shore. “Shit shit, grab onto something!” My friend shouts as she looks down into the water.

I knew it I knew this was a bad idea crap crap! I shout to myself, I suddenly feel arms hook underneath my armpits and lift me up. I look down, the hands are silky and almost see through, they’re also tiny, like a babies hands. As I’m lifted to the surface, I splash out gasping for air. Ori spots me, she stops in her tracks when seeing who had recused me.

“A-a mermaid!” She shouts, the little soul flinches when being called out and drops me onto the sand. “Hell, Ben, are you okay?” My friend runs to my side, I cough, she lifts me up. I stare on at the mermaid who saved me, she looks about our age.

“T-thank you.” I say while breaking into a smile, she smiles back. “You’re very welcome.” Her hair is like snakes as it falls around her shoulders, her skin is Caramel and she has golden charms around her dreads. Her hair shines a bright red.

“What are you…” she ponders, swimming closer to shore. The other mermaids continue to swim by with speed. I blink rabidly before answering “A demon, we’re both demons.” I state simply, “you’re so…beautiful.” Oierio gasps out, this causes the red haired mermaid to flush.

She covers her mouth with her hand at Oierio’s compliment, “she’s right y’know, you’re gorgeous!” I add, hands clasps. The mermaid giggles and looks on with glimmering eyes. “Ariel.” She mutters, me and Ori tilt our heads simultaneously, “M-my name, is Ariel.”

“Oooohh.” We both say, staring at one another, a little fish accompanies Ariel, it’s yellowish white and has blue stripes.

“Ben, and Oierio.” I say, pointing at myself, then pointing over at Ori. Ariel giggles again and states that she likes our names very much. A crab emerges from her red locks, startling me and Ori. It then does something neither of us expect. It…speaks-

“Ariel! Get your fish fins back into the sea this instant!” The red crab shouts, Ori’s face contorts into disgust as the crab uncannily moves its mouth to speak. The cute fish next to Ariel talks as well, “Yeah, we gotta hurry! The other mermaids are leaving us!” The little fish squeaks, we both stare at one another in confusion.

Ariel shakes off the crab, to which it falls onto a rock, “Don’t shake me away young lady, I—GAH!!” Its rambling was cut short as Oierio snatched it. She held it firmly with two hands and shook it gently. Ariel lightly gasped and tried to grasp the crab, “Oh my, please don’t do that!” The mermaid cries, Ori immediately lets the crab go, and it falls into Ariel’s little palms. “Sorry-“ My friend mutters.

“You insufferable demon! How dare you lay a finger on me—“ the crab shouts, Ori sticks her tongue out. The caramel mermaid interrupts the argument.

“Sebastian…be nice.” Ariel whimpers, to which the crab; who’s name is apparently Sebastian, lowers his claw. “Who’s this?” I ask, pointing at the fish, Ariel’s eyes light up as she smiles, “Thats flounder!” She exclaims, the fish in question hid behind the mermaid fearfully. I wave, Ori does the same. “They’re my friends Seb!” She says to the crab before staring back at me, I smile back and nod.

“I don’t care who they are! You need to get back into the tide now!” Sebastian snaps, Ariel flinches slightly at his tone. “But I’m having fun!” She argues, brows furrowed. “You won’t be having much fun when your father finds ou—“

“ARIEL!” A loud voice booms, interrupting the crab, “oh no! It’s the king! Ariel, we’ve gotta go now!” Flounder whines, Sebastian sides with the fish. Ariel blows hair out of her face and rolls her eyes. She swims up close to the deck. I feel my smile fade into a frown when seeing how saddened she looked.

“Hey…Ariel? I’ll come back here tomorrow, okay? Ori too.” I reassure the mermaid, and hold her hands. She flushes, “I’ll be here.” She smiles, her aqua blue eyes shine like no other. Her time was up, as she splashed back into the ocean, Sebastian climbed at her locks and flounder followed close behind. I stare off as her bright red hair fades. I turn over to Ori, to which she hasn’t said anything, she smugly looks at me, I furrow my brows in confusion. “W-what??” I say, while tugging at my jacket strings, her lips curve and she narrows her eyes. “You liiiiiiike her~” she teases, while pinching my face. I jolt, and grab her wrists, I feel my face heat up, “What the hell are you on about!? I just met her!” I snarl, she laughs. “So? I saw how you looked at her! ‘Oh Ariel, I’ll come back tomorrow for you my love~’” she closes her eyes and clasps her hands while imitating my voice. I flush more and push her away.

“Hey!! Get off my property you filthy freaks of nature!” A raspy voice interrupts us both, we both turn around to see an old man, a human, yells at us. A robotic woman stands in the doorway of the beach house now. Ori springs to her feet, and snatches me. She bolts towards the fence we jumped over.

“Who’s that?!” I panicky ask, anxiety fills me completely now.

“It’s the owner of the beach house!” Ori shouts while laughing hysterically, the old man chases us until we’re completely out of his property. I trip over my hooves and fall into the dirt. Ori stops to catch her breath, “Shit Ben! That was close! You okay?” She reaches her hand out, I swat it away, “are you insane?! We could’ve had our ass kicked by a human!” I bark, Oierio breaks out into absolute laughter. I breathe heavy and sweat shoots off of me. “That was fucking awesome!” She snorts, and holds her stomach. Once we recover and catch our breath, we realize it’s very very late, and I gotta get home before Anne wakes up.

Oierio walks me home, I watch her walk to her house out my window. Might sound creepy but, I wanted to make sure she got home. I plop into my bed, and yawn. Soon, I fall asleep.

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

I enjoyed writing this lol

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fuzzy-puzzy · 1 year

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Okay this is probably not gonna make much sense, but I'm gonna go for it.

You could say it began two months ago, beginning of March 2023. You coud say it began Nine months ago, end of July 2022. You could say it began even earlier. The pandemic took a toll on all our mental healths after all, and I have been acting weird then too.

Anyways, the basic point is I am lonely. I used to have only my girlfriend but that is over for a long time now. Since then, I have frequented several apps: Tinder, Bumble, Boo, Hiki, and Happn. With little to no success. No partner, but more importantly, no friends.

I miss having someone I can share anything with and be happy. I found out that most new people I meet are not very interested, unsurprisingly. However, that disinterest makes me not want to put in the effort. And lately, I found that possibly I am the problem. That I am not that interested in others.

I mean, the problem is in multiple things, of course.

I find that interacting with people is difficult. Strangers mot of all (lowkey social anxiety, I think). But lately, I feel like everyone has become a stranger. People you shouldn't saddle up with your problems. People you can't just have small talk with.

In particular, family. They probably think everything is going smoothly. He is happily drawing, he makes jokes, his studies are going well. That last one, of course, the most important. Having a degree, a good basis for adult life. And most vague. Getting grades once every six months and moreover studying something barely anyone understands.

But I feel like I am not doing well. And I cannot say that to them. Other people seem to have bigger struggles, I do not know what is exactly wrong with me, and in all honesty, my life is going smoothly. Except for that friends bit. Good luck explaining that to anyone.

The biggest problem in the world is being incapable of asking for help

Think about it. I sure did. Someone who can ask for help has support and comfort from other people. Someone who can't is all alone. Has to fight without anyone's help, even if that fighting is trying to get help.

Ugh, my head hurts.

Oh yeah, another big problem I have is sleep. Can't seem to get a good rest anymore. Probably a combination of morning wood distracting me, having sleeping conditions that are not ideal (light curtains, bad mattress maybe) and my head having too many thoughts. And wanting to make something of every day. Like drawing and following lectures and eating well and watching shows.

I'm grumpy when I am sleepy. I am unpleasant. I am bad at talking to others when I am tired. And it is a problem no one can solve for me. After all, it is not severe enough to require medical action. I just feel bad. Boo me.

Oh Boy, future me is gonna have a blast reading this!

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