starter for: @sinncdsculs​.

               roughly six months were left on her lease for the apartment she was renting, and the first six had flown by at a pace that overwhelmed her. her gap year was disappearing before her own eyes and she doesn’t know how to stop and salvage it, how to slow it down and stretch it out so that it would never end. everyone here was so nice, and there was still so much she wanted to do and so many people she wanted to talk to. but there’s only so much she can fit into her day, and she only has roughly one hundred and fifty left here. one of the reasons she wanted to stay was a guy. well, a man. she knows it’s silly, really, that her crush would probably remain unrequited, but the speedy passing of time was scaring her, and she at least wants to try to get to know him before her time, and money, inevitably ran out again. she’d picked up a job, though, in an attempt to stop the latter from happening — having already wiped through the majority of the savings she’d hoped to last her the year.                 luckily today was one of her shorter shifts. she loves her job, being the mysterious new barista at the local coffee shop was awfully fun to her and it helped her make friends, but she likes to finish at a time when the fun was still going, not when everyone was ready to wind down and crawl into bed. hunter came in, as expected, and she performed her same old routine for what must be the thirtieth time of giddily taking his order, all bright eyes and smiles as she poured him his regular. though this time, she was bolder — she’d added her number onto his cup as well as the time that she finished in hopes that he’d linger. and linger he did.                she spots him through the window and takes a moment to prepare herself, smoothing out any newly formed creases in her summer dress and fixing her hair in the reflection of the glass before she’s strolling out as casually as she could muster, swallowing the nerves before tapping on his shoulder, standing behind the table he was sat it. one hand clutches at the strap of her bag that was thrown haphazardly over her shoulder whilst the other lifts to block the sun from her eyes.  “ hi, hunter! was your coffee good? i hope so. i sprinkled extra love in it, just for you. and maybe added a little extra choco dust on the top, but don’t tell my boss that. “  she giggles nervously, talking as she moves to stand in front of him, teeth nervously chewing at the inside of her cheek, scared to mention the note in case he wasn’t still here for her.  “ soooo, “  she twists on the spot, fidgeting as she nervously meets his gaze.  “ are you here to see me? or just taking your time with the really good coffee i made you? “  

NATALIE SCATORCCIO + PREACHER'S DAUGHTER

obligatory kh1 Paopu tree scene redraw

og under cut <3

i'm cooking

ok guys i'm riding the brainrot and trying to make a marble hornets friday night funkin mod so i gotta know, do i make Boyfriend [little blue boy who sings] Jay? Or does he stay little blue boy?

also, tim's pose sketches so far,, if u think i should change anything lmk! i feel like his down pose might be a little lame? unsure

i am perfectly aware i might not get much of a response seeing as this is literally such a niche BUT.

have i mentioned how great cats are. there's a lil guy in my house and when i lay my head on her side she starts purring so hard <3 and ten seconds later she will try to open my wrist with her teeth <3 truly the best <3

nov. 13th 2023

₊˚ෆ 350 words / not beta read! / in no way, shape or form formatted correctly! / many punctuation mistakes! / i swear ik how to format normally!!

ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ a/n: hello all!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა this came to me while i was talkin to my psychiatrist the other wk & it just wouldn't leave my mind!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა this is v self indulgent & v personal & i was originally gonna keep it to myself but i thought that maybe someone out there could resonate, even if it's a lil bit <33 so here's a lil poetry/prose moment :3

i am kind to the world because the world has not always been kind to me.

for i have begged for places at tables only to learn i never had solace there to begin with — assuming that my worth was equivalent to the scraps that litter the floor. i have foolishly taken the hand of societies predisposed values — blindly agreeing that being rigid is the only means of protection. i have been preached about taking my time then chastised for not keeping up — choking on the fabricated realization that the only place i’ll ever meet the requirements for is the last one. i have been told to appreciate the wonders of the world we live in — then swiftly reminded to only admire the beauty from afar for it’s fleeting and i’ve yet to prove my worth

i have been conditioned to believe i am a lot of things. but, i am not the masses.

i am so much more.

i am so sickeningly sweet that i give cavities a run for their money, i am so brilliantly luminous that even the sun itself seeps envy, i am so abundant with love and adoration that my body can’t help but burst at the seams to share it all.

and with that,

i will always leave an open seat at my table — a warm meal and good conversation at the ready for all who need to rest. i will always extend my hand with only the purest of intent — displaying proudly that soft and strong do not have to be autonomous to live in harmony with one another. i will always take time while it’s still ripe for the taking — it’s monetary value far outweighing that of a solid gold medal. i will continue to gaze at the world with fondness — the blinding beauty of it all synonymous with the delicate flame that burns deep within and glows outward.

but most important of all, out of everything i am, i was, and will eventually blossom to be.

i am kind to the world because the world has not always been kind

to me.

- c

๋࣭ ⭑ yuukimiyas © '23 / please do not copy/repost/translate anywhere! / all dividers by @benkeibear

wanshi/pgr - super old lightning/colours practice i did a month ago 😭

theoretically this version can be printed out and folded into a zine (i haven't tested it though)

Amanita hummed happily to themself, gathering flowers into their arms. Why were they gathering flowers? Well, they had to give them to someone. They couldn't remember who, so they figured they'd better just give some flowers to everyone they could find. And everybody liked flowers, right?

A pair of voices sliced through the air. Ah, there were their first targets! Listening carefully, they recognized the voices as Caity and... and...

They saw the red-and-black clown come around the corner. Right, Clown. They picked out a rose and a sunflower, then darted up to the pair. "Hey!"

Clown stopped, his shoulders hunching. "Oh... Hi, Amanita," he said flatly.

Caity, meanwhile, smiled at them. "Hey, Nita! Whatcha got there?"

"I was... I picked flowers." They held the sunflower out to Caity first.

She accepted it happily, tucking it into her hair and telling them, "It's so pretty! Thank you."

Clown tried to slip away, but they quickly handed him the rose. "Don't..." They paused. "For you too."

"Ah." He shoved it into his inventory. "I like black roses better."

Caity shot him a look. Maybe confused? Amanita was confused too, but they started to realize something as he walked away.

They turned to Caity, frowning. "Why does Clown- Why does he hate me? Did I do... or, well- forget something?"

She hesitated. "I don't know... I mean, I don't think he hates you. I dunno why he would. But I don't know him very well."

"Hmmm." Amanita looked down at the bouquet in their hands. "Okay. Bye."

Then they walked away, collecting flowers as they went and thinking of a plan.

Someone who knew Clown better. They tried to remember people they'd seen him with. They thought he didn't have many friends. Maddie? Was she his friend? Or was it Kab...?

Well, they could see Kab right now. She was in a house. Probably her house, actually. They looked down at their bundle of flowers. She liked blue, right? She was wearing blue. This blue bell-shaped flower would be good.

With flower in hand, focusing on the thing they had to ask Kab, they walked up to the door and knocked.

"Oh, shit- Be there in a second," Kab called, and Amanita heard the sounds of several things being knocked over. Or shoved into a chest. Or both. They covered their ears to dull the noise.

Once it had ended, Kab opened the door. "Oh, hi, lil' buddy!" She grinned. "You've got a flower for me?"

They nodded, tossing it to her. "It's- I'm trying to... Uh..." Oh, the one thing they had come to ask. "Shit."

Kab snickered. "Aren't you, like, ten? Oh, you probably learned that from me... Pyro's gonna be pissed."

Amanita tilted their head. "But... Not important," they decided abruptly. "I remember. Why does... Yeah, why does Clown hate me?"

She stiffened angrily. "How am I supposed to know? Probably 'cause he's a stupid asshole," she snapped. "Don't- Just don't worry about him, okay? His opinion doesn't matter."

"Oh." They drooped slightly. "But he keeps... avoiding me. You weren't the- I was wrong."

"What's that supposed to-" Kab stopped herself, taking a deep breath. Her voice was strained, but calmer when she asked, "Wrong about what, lil' buddy?"

"I wanted- I thought you were his friend," Amanita explained. "Well, it kind of... I mixed you up. With, uh, Maddie?"

"Ah." Her expression darkened. "Right. Maddie is his friend! Yes, right, of course she is," Kab spat.

...She was definitely angry at them. But they weren't sure why. "Do you... Kab, do you hate Clown?"

"I do. I really do. I hate his smug fuckin' face and his stupid words and the way he's taking away my-" Again, she stopped herself. This time, she didn't start talking again until she'd turned around and went back to what she was doing before Amanita had come over.

They were almost going to leave when she quietly said, "You should stay away from him, Amanita. Maybe it's better if he doesn't like you. I don't... I don't want to know what he could do to you."

Some strange feeling congealed in their gut. Were they angry, too? "I'm... sorry. For asking," they told her flatly.

Kab's head snapped towards them. "Lil' buddy, wait-"

They ignored her, shoving their way out the door and running into the field.

There were a couple of people nearby. Pyro and Rae. They didn't think they'd given them flowers yet. But suddenly, they didn't even want to give out flowers any more. They just wanted to go lay down for a while.

btw big shoutout to that woodworking class i took in my final semester of high school for allowing me to 1. not constantly sound like i'm talking entirely out of my ass and 2. hide some very niche secrets because of the like 2 full months of paperwork & osha training before i got to actually build anything

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The changing time thing, daylight saving or whatever it's called, is such a bitch every. time. Not only do I struggle to fall asleep before 2 am now, but I also have (useless) classes at 8am tomorrow, so Im getting up before 5am and I expect to get no sleep at all. While Im feeling quite sick, too. It's gonna be a joy :")

progress is good progress is good even if its not as much as i wanted

DUDE I still think about off an unreasonable amount for an obscure rpg that came out I think 15 years ago now?? like I forget it exists for a year or more and then I'm like damn. I should play it again. And then i do. I think I've played it maybe 4 times in English and once in the French before they patched it. Underrated cornerstone of modern existentialist/post-surrealist media if u ask me

THE OFF (GAME) TEENAGER TO CAMUS ENJOYER ADULT PIPELINE IS FUCKING REAL

#when he plays baseball with a full suit <3

hi friends!!! today i spent lots & lots of time on the beach & in the pool!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა & i managed to get a few pics for you guys from the shore <33