#'because I think it's cute when other people answer asks like this with little doodles'. and then I accidentally added colors and shading

[shimmershy]

Hiiiiii your chara & frisk are two of my favorites, 10/10 very blorbo of them to be rendered in your art style

If that made any sense, I really like your art! Okay byee, have a nice day/afternoon/night!!

Ahh wow, thank you so much!! I'm really glad you like them!! :D This made me realize I haven't drawn them in a bit so here's a little sketch I did!

Well um. It was supposed to be a sketch but then I liked it and wanted to color it. You know how it is. They're reading together, but Chara can't stop complaining about how poorly-written the characters are or something, and Frisk can barely hold in their laughter, either because of how bad the book is, or the fact that Chara's so passionate about bashing it.

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day/afternoon/night as well!! :]

[puppyeared]

28 for the ask game !!!!! ^_^

28: do you collect anything?

send me a number!! 💌

[cilil]

Today I unearthed a folder in which I saved some good memories from school, mostly drawings and doodles I made together with friends or by myself, and it's making me emotional.

I... found that I made fanart for a game I loved at that time and... the art wasn't bad. Especially for a teenager and beginner artist (yes, I am a beginner artist to this day, it's embarrassing, I know). The art was cute, even has some attempts at shading and converting colors to black and white. I like it. A lot actually.

And now I just sit on my bed, holding these old sketches, and wonder why I never pursued art. I loved it so much. I had fun. My younger self wouldn't have kept these drawings if not, and my older self can see it on the paper, in every line, every stroke, every tiny grain of pencil dust.

What made me think that this wasn't worth pursuing, not worth trying again until many years later? What discouraged me? I don't remember an exact moment or anything; the only thing I know for sure is that I knew and believed - and know and believe to this day, to be honest - that there's a lack of innate ability on my part and that others my age are so far ahead and were back then as well. Hell, I've been behind since I failed to color within the lines in kindergarten.

It feels and felt like a fool's errand to deal with my clumsy hands and messed up back for hours just to end up with something that is... maybe charming in my eyes, but so, so subpar in the grand scheme of things.

I stuck to writing in the end because it was the only thing people said I was good at. And I'm glad I - just this once - had the courage to do so and to keep going and, eventually, push myself into sharing it on the internet too. Through sheer delusion and determination and lots, oh, lots of writing I clawed myself up to a place where I feel just confident enough in my skills to not constantly question myself and happily create.

And therein lies the answer for art as well, doesn't it? "Just keep trying, just put in all those hours and days and months and years of work for it as well, until your hands bleed and your back gives out, eventually you'll get there! Talent is not required either!"

But it's not that simple. I'm not sure I can do this again, muster enough courage and delusion to be terrible for years until I finally start making things that go from subpar to mediocre. And maybe never from mediocre to decent or even good.

When I learned to write, I had other people's claims that I was talented to fall back on and wasn't as hopelessly behind other people. Now motivation is lower and frustration is higher. Learning curves and empty canvases paralyze me; the last time I made art it took me 2 full hours until I could push past it. Not to mention that I'd picked out all references and tutorials and everything a week before.

Where does this leave us? What will I do, you ask? Well. Even if I never beat these demons I can assure you that, every once in a while, the urge will overcome me and I will attempt something. Maybe I'll learn and improve just a little by accident. Maybe I'll even get my ass up and actually learn sometime.

I am technically currently doing an art event somewhere else, so at the very least I will be forced to make a few pieces.

And I know myself a bit better these days. That also helps.

I know that, if anything will get me past the demons, it's obsession, the need to illustrate my own fics and, most importantly, porn.

[kazumist]

ARTISTIC BOYFRIENDS .ᐟ

✩ — in which you're their muse in their respective specialties in art.

✩ — includes: kazuha, albedo, xiao x gn!reader. fluff i think,, it's nothing sad dw dw. no cws. wc: 594. writer!kazuha, painter!albedo (this is canon i know i js wanted 2 tag), photographer!xiao. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

kazuha — !

anyone would be astonished at the way kazuha makes literature. there’s just something about his writing style that makes you go crazy in his works. the way he describes things and makes people envision it makes your head spin in a good and addicting way. there’s one thing that’s very noticeable in his works, it’s the way it would always be dedicated to someone.

you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him. it wasn’t like his life before he met you was dark (in fact, it was decent). it’s just that when he met you— when he fell in love with you, his life became brighter than ever. 

small dates in the park with you laying on his lap while he comes up with random haikus that’d describe you. you honestly wonder how he can never run out of those flowery words that spill from his lips every time he writes.

kazuha wishes for this to never end. but if he were to lose you then he’d never fall in love again after that. it will always be you.

albedo — !

from small doodles from afar, to sketches of you on a restaurant’s tissue, and now to a canvas where colors would show how they can express the way albedo views you. enchanting.

if the two of you had free time together you’d often hang out in an art studio. always bringing coffee together while you giggle quietly to each other on the way there. flowers in hand (that was picked up before you went to the studio, albedo said he had an idea for a painting).

“‘bedo?” you call him and he answers with a hum. “don’t you ever get tired of painting me?” you asked him. albedo put the paintbrush in hand down and walked towards you who’s sitting on a stool not far from him. he said your name softly while stroking your face and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“i’ll never get tired of painting you. even if my hands were to be bruised and tired, i’ll never stop painting you.” 

xiao — !

late night walks around the city hand in hand, driving to visit views that no one has dared to see at night, that’s how you and xiao spend time.

polaroid pictures were your favorite. so xiao would always bring a polaroid camera with him. taking stolen shots of you, some shots with you posing in a silly way, and shots where you just looked… peaceful and pretty.

a polaroid love is what you have. making notes on polaroid pictures while hanging them around at your place, making cute little doodles on them which eventually turns into you and xiao running around trying to draw on each other.

he loves your smile, it makes him smile too. if you’d ask him “why are you smiling?” he would reply with “since i got to see you. you put a smile on my face.” although it was cheesy, for him, there’s just something about the way you smile. it’s comforting.

xiao was scared at first, because he realized that he loves you more than he thinks. he falls in love with you over and over again, as much as it’s a bit exaggerating to hear. the more he gets clingy, touchy, and affectionate, xiao knows he’s falling even deeper.

he scooted closer to you, arms on your waist and face on the crook of your neck. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your skin. “i love you more, xiao.”

“i love you most.”

[ducktracy]

In anticipation for “The Day the Earth Blew Up: A Looney Tunes Movie”, what are some of the best Porky Pig and Daffy Duck cartoons to watch from the classic shorts and from the new Looney Tunes Cartoons series?

i suppose "all of them" is not an adequate answer, but please know that is my first thought HAHA. there are very few Porky and Daffy shorts that i would tell people NOT to watch

BUT! OH GEEZ..... i guess it depends on what you're looking for. the beautiful thing about these two is that their dynamic is so diverse and varied that there's a little bit of everything to visit, but that can also be troublesome if you don't know what you want!

i genuinely may accidentally just end up listing their entire filmography here. but some of the Porky and Daffy shorts i like best purely in terms of their dynamic would be... Baby Bottleneck i think wins out as my favorite of them all. it has one of the best balances between their friendship/camaraderie that is so unique and earnest to them, but, likewise, has a FANTASTIC rivalry and really illustrates the great clash of personalities between them. Duck Soup to Nuts, while not my #1 favorite, is one of the first i recommend to people because i also think it does a great job of capturing what makes their dynamic so great. they play off of each other really well in that one, especially the "i told ya i was a pig" bit. Porky Pig's Feat i will also beg anyone and everyone to watch, good teamwork effort between the two and has some cute bits of them playing off each other. there's a lot of gold in the little details--i like how horrified Porky looks when Daffy gets slapped or Daffy turning the ear piece of the phone towards Porky at the end so he can listen

My Favorite Duck, Daffy Doodles, Tom Turk and Daffy, You Ought to Be in Pictures, Porky's Last Stand (this one may be more of a "deep cut"--Daffy is still very much in his fledgling stages so i don't know if i'd recommend it to someone who's never seen a Looney Tune before, but it's an undiscovered gem that actually depicts a REALLY fascinating relationship between the two. you can read my review of it to learn more), Daffy Duck Slept Here, Yankee Doodle Daffy, Boobs in the Woods, Fool Coverage, Robin Hood Daffy...

again, i'm very serious when i say the better question is to ask what i WOULDN'T recommend HAHA. i genuinely love every single Porky and Daffy short with the exception of a few bad eggs, and that's because they're either racist or veering towards a depressing decline in studio quality. Scalp Trouble and its """remake""" Slightly Daffy fall into this, as well as China Jones and Corn on the Cop--i hesitate to call Daffy's Inn Trouble good, because it's really not, but i have a weird soft spot for that one that i can't get myself to disavow. likewise, Scalp Trouble, the only worthwhile parts of that cartoon are the Porky and Daffy bits concentrated within the first two minutes of the short i think is salvageable.

AS FOR LTCs! some of my favorites have been Wet Cement, Crumb and Get It, Stained by Me, Practical Jerk, The Case of Porky's Pants, Curse of the Monkeybird, and Firehouse Frenzy. Crumb and Get It, Wet Cement and Stained by Me i sing the praises of most in terms of characterization, especially the first two. i've found those to be a bit more true to the dynamic of the originals than some of the others (which can have a tendency to delve into "Daffy makes Porky's life miserable by being annoying" which is a vast misread of the originals), but all of the above are absolutely worth watching.

SO, ESSENTIALLY, ALL OF THEM HAHAHA. i think even the most miniscule of Porky and Daffy shorts--especially earlier on, when they're the most likely to be overlooked--have something worth watching in them. there is so much to be charmed by and so many different interpretations of their dynamic.

coincidentally, if any of you guys see this and decide to give any of the aforementioned cartoons a watch for the first time, GIMME A SHOUT! i wanna hear your thoughts!!!!!! i always always always have words to say about the pig and duck and there's genuinely nothing more exciting to me than the idea of someone watching these cartoons that i personally have memorized like the back of my hand for the first time. i wanna spread the magic! so if this inspires you to get curious, please don't hesitate to share your thoughts :)

[peabrainedraccoonlady]

Overwatch Headcanons (based on the canon lore and several in-game events and things) that I really want to be true.

A lot of it is Junkers, sorry.

~~~~~

☆ Ever since April Fools, I love the thought that Roadhog watches 'mom shows.' (Oprah, Bachelor, Bachelorette, etc.) I also love to think he gets really into it, like he's dead silent and perfectly focused on the episode or he'll mutter stuff under his breath during The Bachelor or The Bachelorette. Like, "... how dare that sludge talk like that..." or "... you go girl, tell him off..."

☆ Cassidy: WHY DO YOU KEEP LOSIN YOUR KEYS, DANG NABBIT?!

Tracer: Why do you sound like a prospector when you're angry, cad flabbit?

☆ Hanzo snorts when he laughs too hard... thats it. But he'll deny it if someone hears it. Hard deny.

☆ Junkrat is the equivalent of that one guy in Ratatouille ("I killed a man, with this thumb." Can't remember his name for the life of me.) when anyone asks what happened to his finger. From 'Extreme Thumb Wrestling Gone Wrong' to the simple one answer that is 'Koalas.' No one truly knows what happened to his finger.

☆ Odessa doesn't know how to write. (Junkertown Education System.) But she does know how to draw just a bit. So when doing autographs, she doodles a tiny version of her. With little stars.

☆ Speaking of Junkertown and Australia in Overwatch, the place is basically like Mad Max and Fallout had a baby. Even Junkrat sees the difference between normal dirt and radioactive dirt. And thats just facts. If you look at the Junkertown map, you'll understand what I mean.

☆ Sombra was an orphan, she hadn't felt a familial bond until Sigma. Come on, the man is like a science dad. He has that energy. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't see him as family. Sigma is the only (from my current research (not counting Doomfists 'jefe.' Jefe justs means boss.)) one that has a consistent nickname that translates (sorry if its wrong) to 'Old Man.'

☆ Moira knows how to dance every single anime dance... no no no, you don't understand. Every. Single. One. Will she ever show it? No. Definitely not.

☆ Tracer has adhd. Not because of her ability. That's a stupid reason. It's cause she just... seems like she does you know?

☆ Junkrat actually has a love of singing. As shown in the random chatter he has and the interactions with Lucio, Jamie likes to sing. Although, from when he's demonstrating to Lucio, it kinda seems like he's nervous. The "Sausage Roll and Batter Sav" tune he sings isn't bad. He's just a silly little guy.

☆ Speaking of my favorite silly guy, Junkrat is actually smarter than people give him credit for. He can keep a conversation with Sigma, he knows Xenos Paradox, he gets Winstons Periodoc Table joke, it's just that he expresses himself differently. I mean he was theoretically raised in the radioactive outback, you're gonna wind up a bit weird. I think he partly hides his genius so no one can take advantage of it.

☆ Opposite of Junkrat, Roadhog seemingly has made friends with a lot of others. They're more willing to talk to him than the rat man. I mean, come on, Mako gets along with D.Va, Ana, Junker Queen, Kiriko (i think), and Lucio. Maybe Mercy as well, but I couldn't figure it out. I have a feeling that Roadhog thought that no one would like him cause he's scary, but everyone on the team just sees him as a gentle giant (which he honestly is, have you seen his cute little interactions and the plethora of Pachimari things he has?)

☆ Mercy really cares about those around her. So much so, that she believes (if going by some of her chatter is anything) anyone can be saved. Even Widowmaker. I'm guessing from what she had done with Genji, she had proved to herself that she could save anyone.

[goodluckclove]

Migration Pattern Sneak Peek: Scott and Edgar

Is this spoilers? Kind of? I mean, if you don't want to know any cute developments in the relationship between Scott and Edgar you can skip this one. This does reveal a small element of their shared past, but if you don't consider spoilers to be literally any element of the story give it a shot.

I don't know, man. It's cute as fuck and I want to share it. Read more below!

Edgar’s mouth quivered in a hesitant smile. It broke free a while after that and he grinned fully, staring down at the bed. Scott willed himself to remember this moment and its entirety. The fading light of an early winter’s evening. The musky warmth of the room around them. His lover’s hands, still lightly squeezing his leg. If he had to crystallize one inch of the wild expanse of feeling he was capable of on an hourly basis it would be this one – the pride and affection, the shy hope like fresh-peeled oranges.

“What are you going to do with it?” Scott asked.

“Huh?” Edgar looked up at him, still blinking away the daze provoked by his praise. “Oh. Hah. You...You can have it. If you want.”

Scott smiled. “No. I mean – yes, obviously. But,” he looked down at the words again, almost as if confirming they were still there. “You’re going to submit it somewhere, right?”

“Submit –?” Edgar made a breathy scoff. “Come on, Scott. I haven’t written poetry in years, I’m not about to publish it.”

“There’s a birthright literary journal. Two of them, actually. I’ve only been checking the online one, but I think the magazine is still sold in Witch Town regions,” something occurred to him, and Scott perked up. “And the elders organize a yearly grant for emerging creatives! They used to, at least. When I was growing up.”

Edgar relaxed into curiosity. Maybe in hopes that he could change the subject. “Did you ever get it?”

“No. Yes – well,” Scott frowned, a little embarrassed. “They tried to, at least. I said no.”

“Seriously? Why?”

Scott allowed himself to drift into the grounding lucidity of Edgar’s presence. He thought of those snapshot moments – all he really had left of his past at the moment – where he woke up from sleep and immediately dove for his notebook to write the words fresh from his dreams. That time, alone in the silence of his small bedroom, was a completely different kind of inspiration than what he felt playing the piano. It felt like being cold and having someone who loves you wrap their coat around your shoulders.

The words weren��t his. He always knew that. When he tried to explain it to others they took it as the ravings of a muse-crazed artist. Scott didn’t know how to explain it any clearer than what he said. He had no idea how he arranged the lyrics that he did, but he knew with abject certainty that those were not his words.

“Can I show you something?” Scott asked.

Without waiting for an answer he shifted out of Edgar’s touch and went to his bookshelf. He knew in the back of his mind what he was looking for, but it took him a long while before he found where he left it before leaving home. Then it was there – the thick, battered composition book that contained every song he – or they – ever wrote.

It was so old. The spine was long ruined and held together by duct tape frayed along the edges. A lot of the black and white splotches on the cover were worn into soft, blank card stock. There was a mailing label stuck to the center where Tenzin drew a little doodle of him with his hair put up the way he liked it as a teen.

The shyness was odd. He was sure by now that he wasn’t showing Edgar anything he’d seen before, and yet his chest felt tight with anticipation. Because once Edgar would see this, he would know. He of all people would know. And even the thought of his understanding how Scott spent years weaving together their minds so intimately that he barely understood what he was doing...it brought a physical quality with it. A hand on his waist or the small of his back.

He took a deep breath and turned around. It was time they understood each other.

“Here,” he said.

Edgar didn’t look like he understood what was about to happen. Still, he took the book, and after smiling at the state of the outer cover he opened to the first page.

His smile didn’t fade. He wasn’t upset. Edgar’s expression did freeze in place for a while, and for a moment or two it was clear that he stopped breathing entirely. His eyes didn’t blink as he carefully flipped through the pages. A few times he stopped like he was about to read through a page, but then he would quickly swipe away.

After some time he closed the notebook and put it down on his lap. Edgar still stared down where it once laid open. He wasn’t upset. It just looked like he was thinking.

Scott felt naked. Skinless. Just bare, shamefully-pulsing meat shivering in the still air of his bedroom. It was unbearable.

“These are your songs?” Edgar said, quiet and a little vague.

“I know they’re…” Scott coughed softly into his hand and tried again. “I know they’re not…”

“Are these the only ones you wrote down?”

“No, I – I’d think of more. But…” he smiled weakly, even though Edgar wasn’t looking at him. “Those were my favorites. They were the ones that I could think of a good melody for.”

“Because you’d...sing them,” Edgar’s voice got even softer. “You would – would sing my...sing your…”

Edgar’s chest was beginning to rise and fall at a slightly faster rate. Scott wanted to touch his chest. He craved the heat of his bond’s skin warm against his cheek and the sound of his heart beat thumping in his ear. But if he did that now Scott would leave damp, sour-smelling stains on Edgar’s shirt, because at the moment he was still a pile of skinless meat.

“You…” Edgar let the word grow, bloom, ripen and fall in the air above their heads. “You liked it?”

“It meant everything to me,” Scott said.

A small smile touched Edgar’s face. “I-I’ve never – I mean, I never showed my poetry to anybody. But some of this…” he made a noise that was between a laugh and a sigh. “A lot of this are things I’d rip out and burn as soon as I finished them.”

“They’re so precious to me,” Scott whispered. “You’re so precious to me.”

Edgar lowered his head. He took one hand and ran the thumb up and down the inner crook of his opposite elbow. Scott remembered the first time he did that, right as they stood by Edgar’s open bedroom door on the night they meant. He could still feel the ghost of what he felt back then, but overlaid on top of that was the new determination of what he had to do next.

He crossed the small space between them and got down on his knees in front of Edgar. Just as his lover started to lift his hand, Scott carefully took his hand from off his arm and pressed it to his lips. He held it there, then cupped the palm against his cheek. Scott closed his eyes and felt the slight roughness of Edgar’s touch, the grazing of callouses, the raised line of his bond scar.

In the darkness of his closed eyes he head Edgar’s voice begin to tremble. “You’ve been waiting for so long…” he began.

“I’d do it again.”

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You survived,” Scott said.

Edgar huffed a derisive laugh through his nose. “Look at you, Scott. I’m nothing like you –”

“I know,” Scott breathed. “That’s my favorite part about all of this.”

He felt Edgar’s hand move on its own, fingers tracing down the side of Scott’s face. He opened his eyes when he felt Edgar tilt his head up to look at him.

“It isn’t fair,” he said. “It’s not fair to you. I’m pretty much a normal human being, and you’re this goddamned painting –”

“Then let’s be normal together.”

Edgar furrowed his brow. “What?”

In a sudden burst of passion Scott rose up higher and kissed Edgar, gentle and long with his lips relaxed. He pulled back enough to see nothing else of reality other than the vibrant brown of Edgar’s eyes. Scott smiled, immersed in the color.

“Teach me how to tie my shoes,” he said.

Edgar was torn between laughter and charm. “I – you know, I had a feeling…”

Scott kissed him again, moving forward until he had Edgar fully reclined across the middle of the bed. He felt Edgar’s hands on either side of him – not obstrusive, more stabilizing than anything else. Which only fueled his fire even more.

“Let’s go grocery shopping together,” he whispered in Edgar’s ear. “I want you to show me how to drive a car.”

He heard Edgar shudder a breath and tighten his grasp on Scott’s waist. Just weak – no, not weak. Not Edgar. Just surrendering.

Scott kissed his forehead. “I want to register to vote,” he said.

“Are you not..?” Edgar’s breath hitched as Scott kissed each of his cheeks. “Have you never voted?”

“Security measures.”

He started to kiss Edgar again when his bond stopped their faces from fully meeting. Edgar steadied his face about a foot above him and stared deeply into his eyes. Scott felt his fingers graze the bridge of his nose and run across his lips. Edgar took every part of him in, seeing with such clarity that Scott could almost use him as a mirror.

Scott let this happen. He let himself be seen.

“I don’t want to go back,” Edgar finally whispered.

“Okay,” Scott said. “Then you won’t go back.”

“I don’t know what else is out there,” Edgar lowered his hands and let them fall on the mattress above her head. “You’ve been all over the country, haven’t you? What’s it like?”

They were lying across the bed, Scott straddled over Edgar’s waist. In another life, and with another person, Scott would be stripped and in the middle of ravishing or being ravished by now. But Edgar was apparently open for a casual conversation. If the depths of Scott’s devotion for him in that moment had a physical presence it would be an ocean without a bottom.

He moved off from on top of Edgar and laid down beside him across the bed. They stared up a the ceiling. After a moment, Scott moved to interlace their fingers.

“Vermont’s nice,” he said.

[strangewiggles]

pathologic furry designs because im a nerd

(aglaya, rubin, and lara, *ft artemy)

i usually dont post uncolored drawings/doodles but i plan on making a few of these

HUGE thanks to my buddies for help/input on these..both are huge brained and awesome at art follow them now

heres the thought process (spoiler free, mostly based on patho 2)

me and my buddies were in a call for all of these and we had a very intellectual conversation about all of them. when looking for furry designs i usually think of personality, mannerisms, and likeness.

Aglaya, Shoebill

both of the friends i asked havent played the game past day 5 (one of them is on day 2) so i asked “what animal would she be” with just a picture of her model. i was interested to see what 2 people who’ve only seen her once (in the intro) would think of her purely on vibes and brief dialogue. the first suggestion was “some kinda bird” and that seemed to stick.

a bit tall, a bit intimidating. so we threw out Herons, Ostriches, Peacocks…

Shoebill seemed to fit. I wanted a bird that was either grey or black, some kinda desaturated color but also one that was tall and a bit scary. Shoebills are definitely considered pretty scary. theyre also super tall and i remember saying in the call "these things are huge if i saw them flying i would cry." when it comes to shoebills, i imagine them towering over most other animals, especially with that neck and beak! they're also ambush predators i believe. shoebills fit Aglaya's first impressions perfectly.

i almost made her a Dalmatian... im glad i didnt...

Rubin, Skinny Pig

I wasn't even going to initially draw Rubin here... it started by me asking "who'd be a naked mole rat?" and the immediate answer was "Rubin..." which made me remember that he was bald LMAO. I figured that fit a little, and the original drawing was him as a naked mole rat. a few things werent quite right though.

first, digging. i cant imagine Rubin as an animal who's entire thing is digging around and being dirty, he's a doctor and, other than blood, i can't imagine he'd wanna be dirty...

second, social groups. as far as i know, naked mole rats are very social within their own circles? just from the early game (as early as the first 3 days?) he's pretty antisocial and seems to have a distaste for the Kin, even if influenced by grief(the emotion not the person). he even seems reluctant to be close to close friends.

and, of course, moles have to be saved for someone else... we'll get there. WINK

..i dont remember how Skinny Pigs came up, i think i was just googling them and thought they were funny since i have a friend who owns some.. i did a bit of googlin and asking my buddy in the call about skinny pig mannerisms.. theyre pretty...territorial? at least males to other males, theyre pretty aggressive as far as i know. this definitely fit Rubin. the OTHER reason for any kind of guinea pig was considered was because of the concept of "test guinea pigs" and not in a literal sense, but just the concept, because of Rubin's connection to Isidor. i will say i felt like the smartest person on earth when i thought of that.

also the cute ears absolutely influenced the decision.

Lara, Generic Ass Wolf

Lara was genuinely so difficult... unlike the other two, there were literally no suggestions being thrown out. my description was something like "maybe something small, cute, short tempered, but social?" and, for some reason, that was a tall order. my first guess was a mouse, but that wasnt perfect... we thought we'd have to turn to bugs and fish, though a lot of bugs and fish are hard to find personalities for.. at a surface level at least. we decided to save bugs and fish for other people...

and then, the suggestion of "wolf" came up, albeit reluctantly. when it comes to furry-fying characters, wolves and dogs are definitely...up there, in terms of "most used/obvious".. but really, think about it.

Believe it or not, wolves can be a little anxious, if not in a way that presents itself as anger/defense. this is also how i described Lara, "anxious in a way that presents as anger." also, wolves, while sometimes being a little solitary, are commonly in packs. which is...Lara's, like, Whole Thing. a house for the living etc etc..

I don't think i need to explain wolves too much either way. theyre The Furry Animal. whatever you know about wolves is probably true for Lara. it seems low-effort but trust me this decision took forever LMAO

and i mean...look at her. she looks like a wolf

*Artemy here is a bull because... yeah. that's the most obvious one. as #1 artemy fan i couldn't in good conscious make him anything other than a bull even if it's low effort idgaf... ill look at types of bulls for him later.

hope you liked my rambles..

[heartlvrrss]

Doodle (part 1?)

Pairing: Haechan x reader

Word count: 1417

Genre: fluff, attempted and horribly failed comedy

Warnings: swearing, cringe and theres no kiss in this part </3 let me know if i missed any!

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A light hits my face, making me immediately move my tired arm to my face, hoping to block the horrid light from my eyes for the hope of at least getting a few more seconds of sleep.

Well that’s what I was at least  hoping for before a loud voice had to interrupt me, which of course belonged to lee donghyuck, who, was also my longterm friend since middle school when we met through an awkward encounter of when my boyfriend of 2 months broke up with me, 13 year old me was obviously heartbroken and what made it even worse was hyucks loud ass laugh that could be heard from across the globe. We somehow became friends shortly after, which made me become bewitched under his charm and somehow gain a life long crush on him.

Resuming to the current situation in our 3rd year of college, here I am trying to ignore his desperate whines to get me up, there was a reason i decided to not get a roommate but if a knew hyuck would technically be the same thing then maybe i would’ve opted for the roommate option earlier on.

“wake up” haechan screams into my ear for about the millionth time making me inch one bit closer to slapping the shit out of him

“Lee donghyuck will you please just shut the fuck up, its saturday for gods damn sake.” The annoyance evident in my voice

“but you promised to take me to the new cat cafe” the grown ass man whines

“Do I fucking look like your sugar mommy to you?” istg if he says yes ill slap him 

“youre not but, I am willing to take the offer just incase” that’s when I slap him for real making him let out an exaggerated yelp

“thats it. Ask one of your other hoes, im not taking you anymore”

Sadly, it seemed to not work as here I am walking with this absolute man-child to a cat cafe, once we arrived there I (obviously) firstly looked at the exterior, it was a cute little pink and off white cafe with a rusty pink chalkboard sitting outside for todays menu, a few white tables and seats with some flowers on each table to decorate it,

“It’s so cute” I squealed 

“I told you it would be nice” hyuck replies but I just ignore him.

As we go in there were a few people already sitting there, eating a pastry or drinking something with adorable cats on their laps. We walked to a table by a window and grabbed the menus, taking a look at them before a waiter comes

“Hello, have you already decided on what to order yet?” She asks,

“Just a few more minutes please” I reply before she says something again

“Ok, also you too are a very cute and good-looking couple” she smiles not knowing of my mini heart attack that I’m having right now,

“Oh, we’re not a-” I answer back in shock before being interrupted by hyuck

“Oh god, she’s like a sister to me” he says in a (fake but i’m to dumb to realize) disgusted tone which, to be honest, it hurt quite a bit but I brushed it off, there’s no way I could still have a crush on him after all this time, right? 

“My apologies” she smiles back before leaving.

“Well, have you decided on what to eat yet?” I ask trying to brush off the heartbreak and embarrassment rushing through my body at that second

***** (Time skip cuz Im not gonna put that much detail into that one scene)       

It’s Monday (sadly) and I’m being dragged from my beloved bed by haechan as usual, earlier then usual to class,he wanted to ‘be early’  though I know it was probably to chose who would be his new girlfriend (It’s taking me a lot to hold back from slapping him and telling him I’m right here) because it’s apparently been way to long since he’s had a girlfriend (literally like 9 months). 

“You know you could’ve just went alone without me” I whine

“I might look weird if I go alone won’t it look weird when I go alone and just look at other girls”

“No it would make me look like a creep”

“Do you know how many people think we are dating? Like 5 million, I think you would rather want to be a creep then a cheater to people who don’t know us”

“Now that you say that, you’re sadly correct? Y’know what, leave I’ll do this myself” He replies while trying to push me the other way

“Can you stop pushing me you shithead? Just in case you forgot we have the same class!” 

                         ********

“Can you please stop hitting me!” I complain to Haechan who’s been hitting me for almost the whole lesson

“I’m bored”

“And I’m trying to learn, so please for the sake of others and me would you please stop”

“How would it hurt others?” He says in a blunt voice

“How am I gonna support my future family because I’m getting rejected at every job because I didn’t pay attention during class?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to support us” 

What the actual fuck. “Lee Donghyuck.”

“Not the government name. Scary.” He says in a ‘scared’ tone yet I could hear the smirk on his face.

***********

I don’t know why I even chose to accept to go to a party with hyuck but here I am walking with him to the party

“Why did we have to walk?” Haechan whines

“Because you need to get up and walk, exercise is important”

“Don’t act like the last time you even went near a gym was when you wanted to get something to eat from the mcdonalds next to it”

“Oh, look! We’re here!” I say trying to change the topic of this convo

“Don’t try to change the subject!”

***

“Hyuck stop drinking, you’ve had so many shots I’m not even sure how you’re even alive right now” I complain to him

“You’re not my mother” he whined, clearly drunk.

“Do you want to end up like him?” I point over to mark who’s on the couch next to a bucket of puke grasping onto staying awake which the possibility of that happening is less possible than him getting hoes “Cause I don’t feel like taking care of you in that state” I look over to haechan who is trying to look like hes asleep, keyword; trying.

“Stop pretending to be asleep, you know that trick never works on me”

“Damn it” he replies clearly bummed out about the fact it didn’t work as usual

“Now get up, I’m not going to let you stay at this place any drunker than you already are

“I don’t wanna” He has the nerve to reply knowing he’ll oblige anyways the second I say it again

“It isn’t choice get up” This time he thankfully gets up, slightly staggering before I let him hold onto me for support

“I’ll call a cab” I say after we walk out the door and he just nods most likely not listening yet still looking at me like a toddler seeing it’s favorite cartoon on tv

“You’re really pretty actually” He says out of nowhere breaking the silence

“Hyuck it’s not the time for jokes right now, you’re just drunk you’re speaking nonsense” I say, brushing of the butterflies in my stomach

“I’m not lying though” Haechan whines like a child “Couldn’t you tell that I’ve liked you ever since I’ve met you?” he says again in a more serious tone this time

“I thought you were just joking all the time when you flirted with me, besides you’re always ‘girl hunting’” I mutter, still a bit shocked

“I only do that because I think you don’t like me back”

“I thought I was pretty clear about my feelings too” 

“Not really” he mutters but I choose to ignore it

“Let’s talk about this at my dorm, the cabs coming” I say still in a tiny bit of shock

“I wanna talk about this us now though” 

“Fine”

“So, are we like a couple now?” I question

“I hope we are” he smiles at me

“Let’s talk more when you are sober ok?”

“I’m sobering up though” he pouts at me

“Barely.”

*****

The end? (I might make a part 2 when theyre like a couple idk or the next morning, yall decide)

[effen-draws]

I have no idea if there’s already context / an explanation for this, but!

Hello Effen, what is your profile picture? I mean I can see it but. :0! trying to comprehend!

When I first saw you, I just assumed it was your persona; but now that ive seen multiple drawings and doodles of your persona oc, I am perplexed !!!!

Oh yeah! I kinda forget that everyone isn’t in on the pfp lore, hah. Well short answer: It was an inside joke which became a sona that I don’t use much anymore and which I’m sort of thinking about changing.

But to really discuss the pfp lore (tm) I’m gonna put a little cut here and issue a mild body horror/gore warning for the following images:-)

So, recap time:

The joke started in late 2020 when I made this illustration:

At the time when I drew myself it wasn’t particularly recognisable. (People had a tendency to point and say “who’s that guy?”) (I had a very generic short haircut so I don’t blame them) But when I drew this illustration a few of my friends responded by saying “woah that’s you right??” (To be fair I do knit and sit like that) And so the no skin sona was born from it quite literally being more recognisable as myself than my actual human visage.

Then it sort of became my joking response to being asked to draw a self portrait (or a flesh-portrait as I called it) and in 2021 I drew this which was my pfp for a while:

Then last year, a new joke arose because I made this collage about gender conformity:

The joke one of my friends then made went something like “fuck gender become [insert x type of body horror]” and so the no skin sona also became sort of an “escape gender, rip off your skin” joke.

Then, also last year, I’d grown tired of the old pfp so I put up a poll asking whether I should update the no skin sona or do something else. The no skin sona won with the add on that I should make it a little more cute. Which is how we arrive at the current pfp:

And that’s sort of it! Dunno how interesting that was but thanks for asking:-]

I’ve mostly fazed out the sona by now and I’m thinking about switching to something that matches more of my current shape sona/other accounts. But who knows, might change that later this summer. Wink wonk.

[creatureshrieks]

Valentine’s Day Application (not sure if you wanted this to be specific to a character so woe! Doe be upon ye!)

Name: Doe [marked with two exclamation points, dotted with hearts. It’s almost infuriating how fitting Doe’s penmanship seems to carry the timber and weight of her voice. Neat, but rounded, curling, playful with letters so close they seem to flow, one into the other. Not to even mention the small doodles she’s left to denote her expressions.]

Age: 19-23 [the numbers are marked with a question mark, and a small drawing of a person shrugging. She doesn’t know the pinpointed age. Sorry!]

Do you like to cuddle?: Are you asking me if I dislike SUNSHINE?? [the word is underlined twice, to denote its importance,] I love cuddling! Best way to end a full day and start a new one! [was that a pun?? Dammit Doe, you know she was smiling writing that]

Can we make-out?: Depends— Are you okay with tongue? [the statement is playful, even in writing and followed by a smiley face sticking out its tongue, but it seems like Doe’s had a change of heart about leaving the question with a half-earnest joke for an answer] (the answer is yes though, just maybe not with people around!)

A night in or dinner out?: [Doe was obviously having a hard time making up her mind on this one, the page was written over and erased several times over, in the end she settled on] Whatever works for you!

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: Whipcream!

Chocolates and roses?: if that’s what your into! I think it’s a little overdone, [she’s drawn a tongue out smiley face] I mean, I can understand the romance, especially if you LIKE flowers. It’s just not for me, I’m an experiencea kind of girl! The 35 dollars for flowers and chocolates which would much better spent on a bit of gas and a trip into a park together to look at nature, pet dogs and hang out.

What makes you a good Valentine?: Well, I’m interested for starters! I’m also cute, look great in jeans, will present for the occasion. Good sense of humor. Happy to be armcandy to impress friends. Plus I even PROMISE to laugh at all your jokes, even ones that are so bad even you groan! Cross my heart!

Would you cook for me?: Duh, I’m taking you out!

Would you let me cook for you?: If you want to! I’m more than happy to cook if you don’t wanna!

Where would you take me on a date?: Depends! If it was up to me, dinner at one of those 24 hour hole in the wall places (they always have THE BEST pancakes, sorry not sorry) a round of bowling or an hour or two with a bag full of quarters at an arcade, we end the night wandering around, seeing if anything’s open and chatting. BUT [the word is underlined three times and in capital letters] I’m open to suggestions! Any time will be a good time if we spend it together!

Who’s paying?: I can pay! Just don’t go crazy [drawn besides the word is a little smiley face with an X instead of eyes! Doe is frugal and determined with cash in the bank for fun, she’ll find a way as long as it isn’t the ritz]

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: my charming presence and the opportunity to have a fun date!

" Jesus Christ, you're perfect, " Is he teasing? Being serious? Who knows! He at least sounded as if he meant it, but such an assumption was often proven wrong when it came to Frank.

" You don't mind a little blood, do you sweetheart? Because I've got an idea for some after-dinner entertainment if you got the guts for it. "

[hol-sashimi]

i love theta (and tserri though that man is a big red flag)

here's a fanart idea (you may not do them if you don't want to): theta and tserri switching roles? like tserri is the bodyguard and theta is the "prince." how would that look like i wonder?

    Hello! Thank you for your idea, I reflected on it for some time and made a small doodle. Before looking on it, read this short description firstly to understand what's going on in this cute AU. (and sorry for my bad english)

    I've been thinking about replacing Theta's personality with Tser's one, but it didn't look nice, just a copy of the main plot (however, since the prince was now a little girl and the bodyguard was a tall and strong man, I think a bit of creepiness gone). So I've placed Theta on a throne, using her personality from manga in the same time. Since childhood, she was learning military things with brother, but small part of her wanted to know, how is it to live peacefully? Can countries live without wars? How can people around the world, having different mentalities, stop all the conflicts? Thoughts about this impossible utopia and interest towards simple people were the thing that made her afraid of being a leader after Nasubi. Tserriednich here is her loyal bodyguard, who avoids almost all the other people, but can work in command when it's needed. She started communicating with this lonely man in around 13 and found out that he is incredibly interesting and clever person, who knows a lot of things and still constantly learning. He was quoting her books and philosophers during the work, he described her every artist he knew and taught her basics of art, he got her interested in biology and medicine. Unlike other guards, he was never against her ideas, even the craziest ones, so they often ran away from the mansion before Theta turned 19 and sadly left her constant place of living. (Tserrie learnt every tree and every house to make their walks as safe as possible)

    He was her friend, her closest person. Other bodyguards, even after being asked, avoided calling Theta 'Theta', but Tserriednich just answered 'Sure, your majesty', and since then, being alone with him, she has always been Theta.

    When she turned 16, Unma and especially special meetings guests started looking strangely on tall 19 years old boy? or man? , who always followed his master, so since then they were avoiding each other while being away from home. (I made their age difference here 2,5 times lower than I think it is...) Tserrie then got a really strange, but funny habit to give Theta folded letters during their short meetings under cameras. Theta, who suffered a lot from nervousness sleeping in big dark rooms in different estates, far from home, found a help in these pieces of paper. He has been describing her his days, writing stories and facts, drawing little pictures with animals she liked.

    He found something in Theta. Yes, he also liked being a prince's guard because of having a lot of opportunities connected with studying and getting rare things (Theta doesn't give guards a lot of job, so free time is enough). But he also liked her curiosity, her personality and her attention. Still, he never wanted to learn something with Theta. For example, when she got an invitation to the grand opening of a big ice rink, he started spending nights training and days teaching Theta to do figure skating. He was a person who understood everything quickly, and he knew that it's too dangerous to invite someone to train her. He actually was a bit paranoic.

    Theta liked him too, as a friend. And also in a bit of another way. I am not an expert in psychology, but puberty + loneliness, which Theta always felt being away from Tserrie... I think this is fine for young girls, I thought this can make a story a bit more interesting. She surely felt bad for this, and the fact that her dearest bodyguard didn't see a girl in her was both a relief and a pain. Until the moment she shot him in the forehead, Theta associated Tserriednich with the summers of her 18 and 19, last summers in the childhood mansion, filled with hot days and severe thunderstorms, morning dew and night hedgehogs, cold sheets and sunbeams that leaked via tree crowns. He stayed with Theta during the nights, catching bats with her and telling her Sami fairy tales, and he always left after she fell asleep.

    Tserrie was a cruel man, though nice with her. He broke a few arms and ribs before turning 16, he has never hesitated before shooting into a sudden danger, he even asked Theta once to leave assassin for him in anatomical purposes. She thought it was a joke, and other guards decided to hide the fact Tser really did this :D: (look, this thing shows both :D and D: ). He was scary in the rage he felt towards rich, hypocrite people Theta met often. Once, in a friend quarrel, Theta said with a smile that she can stop their long chit-chats with one word and win the opinion competition easily, just like other prin... She didn't manage to finish the phrase, hearing 'So do it and let's stop wasting each other's time'.

    She apologized a few times during the next days and never used her status in their talks again. And it was the first time Theta seriously thought about how dangerous this man can be.

    He gutted Benjamin's ambassador, turned his face into a purple-red mass, broke a few teeth into halves with pliers and did a lot of other things (all before gutting, as expertise said). Tserriednich carefully watched for all the people who stayed in Theta's mansion. This time wasn't an exception, even though Theta swore that she knows this man and she knows Benjamin very good as well. Tserrie never explained what psychology pressure he used on the assassin, but a corner of the camera showed that it was ambassador who started the fight. This coincidence (no) saved Tser from being imprisoned, even though the weapon was not found.

    It was 4 am, there were guards and police, and Theta stayed behind with Tserriednich. He explained her shortly what has happened.

- When he turned to my side, I think I felt a wave, I felt pressure and even fear. When I crashed his fingers and prevented him from breaking a suicide pill, I avoided killing him instantly just because I wanted to know what this was. But he said so many bad words about you that I couldn't let him continue speaking... Have any guesses what was this power?

    Theta was staying still. One police officer was sitting in the corner, two girls were constantly looking on Tserrie, Borksen didn't manage to take Theta away and took a place not so far away from the couple. Theta noticed that Tserriednich breathes heavily and wondered if this probably-nen-power hurt him. 'What a luck that no things activated after owner's death...', - she thought. She knew nen basics thanks to her brother, he probably admired her interest in military and justice once. Knowing how powerful nen can be, it was a luck that the ambassador was weak. If he was weak, did Benjamin think that a rookie nen user is enough to kill her?..

- Tse... I am sorry, - she needed some comfort, - sorry for this all, but...

- Oh? Don't worry Theta, - his voice became quiet, - just another pig to gut, just another police to talk with. I am fine.

    His calmness, smile and cruel words made Theta's state even worse. She didn't listen to his descriptions of what he heard from this man, what he has done here, what bones were cracked and in what order. When he smiled softly and started to calm her down, saying that he will always be next to her, Theta did a thing she promises herself never doing again. Used her status and roughly shut him up. Gave him order to go away - almost the first one in her life.

    Boom they broke their relationships for 2 weeks. Remember, this is not a fanfiction. Theta was feeling terrible, sad and alone, still she was mad on Tserriednich. He showed her zero times since then, plus he was downgraded by her and now didn't need to communicate with Theta tête-à-tête to perform his duties.

    They never discussed this evening - another mistake. Theta just invited him back and spent months trying to return her previous Tserriednich, trying to get his trust again. But his jokes and compliments looked falsified now, he stopped sending letters, became quieter. Also, when Theta understood that no other people, even family, can be trusted, she decided to avoid spending her life in just a mansion and had a very busy schedule since then. Their shared activities almost disappeared, and even being alone together in one room was a rare thing now.

    Theta felt that her Tserriednich returned when he heard of nen on a Black Whale. Here everything goes almost just like in manga - Tser opens into himself great powers (Theta-teacher), starts looking at Theta with a huge suspicion because she's been hiding this power for a long time from him. Theta understands that he is too dangerous - for this boat, for Kakin empire, for her, and decides to kill a person she adored the most. Painlessly and fast. Even feeling almost nothing towards him during the last years, she remembered how nice days with him were some time ago. Theta pulls the trigger, looks on his corpse for a few seconds and loses conscious after seeing him alive and :0

    Tserrie is now in a dangerous state - he has a cool ability, but he also has a clever Theta against him. Still, while she doesn't know enough about what’s happened during the zetsu training, he can try to make the situation profitable for himself... The end

[firstaidspray]

1, 7, 12, 25, 26, 46

1. What is their backstory and why did you choose it? Anabel's backstory is original and made up by me entirely. The game does not dictate what happened to her before lol. So her parents and sister and herself originally lived in Elturel. Her father fought in the Blood War. But since all the tieflings got told to fuck themselves and leave Elturel, now the family lives in the Lower City, where Anabel's parents run a hotel (not seen in game ofc). Anabel and her sister, Joy, have always been independent souls and would go on these big adventures around the Sword Coast and even into Avernus a few times. She originally wanted to be a Cleric, but found herself too impatient and impulsive and bloodthirsty, so Barbarian it was. Next up, Anabel has a rough relationship with sex and thinks she's cursed in that regard, mostly bc of SA she endured when younger (not going into detail, however Raph does make them pay). So she rarely does it, except one fateful day, she was hooking up with some cute tiefling (note that Anabel only fucks other demons and demon adjacent people) and that's when she got kidnapped and put on the nautiloid. It's a sort of homage to her story in her original verse in which she got killed during sex by accident. She's unlucky in that way.

7. Does your Tav have connections to other characters (I.e.: NPCs)? Raphael of course!! Initially just a devil and the pretty little thing he got to sign a contract, they're married now. Also Joy, who is an NPC to her (player to me when I play as her lol) is her sister so there's that connection as well.

12. How does your Tav feel about Us? Did they free them, maim them or leave them behind? Anabel LOVES Us. A cute brain with legs, of course she freed them and took them along!! She was pretty sad not to find them right after the crash.

25. What does your Tav think of Aradin? She thinks he's a cunt. Full stop.

26. What does your Tav think of the Raphael? I think it's well established on this blog how Anabel feels about Raph but let's gush about it anyways!! Initially, when he transported her to the House of Hope, she was like dammmnnnn this guy is hot and charming. Then he showed his devil form and she was like DAAAAAMMNNN HES LITERALLY HOT and from that point, she was wrapped around his finger. Regardless of whether or not he'd actually help her with the tadpole, Anabel wanted more more more of this man. Her initial reaction to this infatuation was the equivalent of a teenage girl doodling her crush's name and hearts in their diary with a gel pen, but as it went on, her feelings became more serious and along the lines of true love. And, as he watched over her, he felt the same- he does say he "grew quite fond of [Anabel/Tav] in [his] own way" after all. I interpret it romantically/sexually. Meeting him again at the Last Light Inn was a dream come true!! Of course she killed his old enemy- for him mostly, but also for Astarion. She took his deal, of course she did- and in my version, the contract had what was essentially a marriage certificate in one of the clauses, and now they're married forever, because Raphael also came to love Anabel. So they have this inescapable, infernal bond- she loves him, devotes herself to him almost like worship, and not to mention her intense lust for him.

46. Does your Tav help Astarion make a deal with Raphael? Anabel jumped at the chance to interact with Raphael in any way, and she wanted to help her closest friend in the party, so of course she did!!

Thank you so much for asking, sorry for the super long answers LOL ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[the-travelling-witch]

guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)

i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3

i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^

yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~

me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2

we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@

NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS

childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao

i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)

it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really

also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-

anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3

bye bye~

— ❄️

hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha

well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>

don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3

i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)

i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)

childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…

i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them

and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)

thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3

[schnaf]

@loveyouhomex tagged me, thank you ♥

1. Why did you choose your url?

short version: i used it on another site before. long version: one time, when i was really bored at school, i doodled some animals and everything felt normal, but then i realized the animal i doodled wasn't a regular animal but a sheep - snail hybrid - a schnaf in german, if you will. a few days later, i decided to make a new account on my first (and up to that point only) fanfic site because after one year, i felt like i needed a new start. but it felt rather temporary - i left the old account after not that long either and i thought i'd stay on the new account even shorter. so i just picked a random name - the animal i came up with a few days before. joke's on me, it became my identity.

2. Any side blogs?

yeah, i have a football side blog where i posted pics i took at matches, i have a side blog for a former fandom but i lost interest in it as soon as i created the side blog so... sorry, no new side blogs for fandom, i'm a one blog mess once again ♥ also several shared blogs for projects and stuff

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

i deserve senior discount and stuff, it's been a bit over 11 years now

4. Do you have a queue tag?

i once used a word, then i used q, then i decided to just let people know EVERYTHING is on queue here. also if i'm actually online and posting... no i'm not ♥

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

a friend of mine had tumblr and she always sent me posts of cute animals and footballers and one day i was like "ah imma join the source" - again, it didn't feel like a big decision and i didn't think it'd last that long

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it's a screenshot from this video

gaon was insane for this. that's all.

7. Why did you choose your header?

it's from the hair cut mv and it's just such a peak scene....... THE VIBES THE COLORS the two pretty bois hehe. added bonus is gaon's "welcome" but well, couldn't put that into a gif.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

it's a sernando gifset 😭😭 a friend back then was like "oh there was a sernando moment right now" so i looked it up immediately and was like "you know what? imma make a gifset right away" and it still gets notes nowaday, even though it was such a short moment and rather low effort

9. How many mutuals do you have?

almost all the people i follow are mutuals, that's very nice ♥

10. How many followers do you have?

quite a bunch ♥

11. How many people do you follow?

a few less than follow me

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

have i ever not made a shit post

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

too often

14. Did you ever have a fight / argument with another blog?

👀 why would i, the most peaceful person on this webbed site, have an argument, let alone a fight, with someone on here. so yeah the answer is yes

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog posts’?

the good old "reblog this or you're a shitty person" stuff sucked, but it almost died out? it got a little revival through the polls tho. currently, there are those instructions how to be a good blogger and how to avoid looking like a bot and it's like reblog stuff!!!! and oof. i mean it's valid but it's pretty annoying. also i don't want people to reblog stuff bcs they feel like they have to - they should do it on their own will. for example, sometimes, i feel like network people only reblog each others post and compliment each other because they have to (or feel like they have to) and oof that's pretty annoying. but 🐸☕

16. Do you like tag games?

it may not look like it because it takes me such a long time to answer them, but there's a reason why i keep them in my likes and answer them even after a long time ♥ so yesss!

17. Do you like ask games?

same as above!

18. Which of your tumblr mutuals is tumblr famous?

you shouldn't be famous on tumblr

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

i heard they're all on tumblr, that's pretty embarrassing, so... no ://

20. Tags

@jcamilov06, @blacks-phoenix, @sunshine304, @ker-sunshine, @eyes-of-simha, @xjungsu, @todaviia, @manuelmueller, @chipsyio and @jorzuela - do itttt ♥

[vrnicky]

(We can do this 3 times?)

Cause I got 9 this go around, and now I'm curious on who else I could get for this event.

Ye you could get smooched 3 times!!

You get...

Atlas! My outerswap sans!

~~~~~~~~

You never knew how you crushed on Atlas. He was not your specific type but he was so cute!

He was working as a waiter in different restaurants you went to, for a moment you thought he could be following you but that thought didn't last long. He was very well known in said restaurants.

That meant he has been working on them for a while now, okay, that relaxed you even knowing it was impossible for him to follow you. He just treated you like a normal client.

You were sketching while waiting for your food and he clearly saw that, you caught him staring when he was taking the orders of other people and you thought that was cute!

When he finally got you your food, he was rather quiet than normal.

"Something wrong buddy?" You ask him as he's trying to not look at your sketchbook.

–AH- NOTHING AT ALL!! IT'S JUST.. I ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAW BUT I'M JUST TOO BUSY… I KNOW HOW IMPORTANT SKETCHBOOKS ARE FOR ARTISTS!– awww thats cute and so sweet!

"You can look, I don't mind, if you're not busy right now of course." You swear you saw stars in his eyes as he sits down and carefully start looking through your sketchbook, you wanted to eat after all.

…

And time passed doing that, you go to a restaurant, order food and when the food comes, you let him see your sketchbook and even doodle a little! He always said he wasn't a professional but he always did his best.

And not knowing, you slowly grow to like him in.. not so friendly way. Maybe you were catching feelings because while you were eating, the chats began to be more and more casual, like old pals!

And if you put close attention, you could maybe think he liked you back!

…

Well, it was indeed true, he did like you and now you two are dating.

You always enjoy going to the restaurants and eat there with him, you love to see him so happy serving the food to the people and you were happy to see the people liking him so much.

–DEAR IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?– his words pull you out of your thoughts of the past.

You're cuddling on your bed.

–DID I WAKE YOU UP???– he asks worriedly and you chuckle, placing a sweet kiss on his teeth.

"No silly, I was thinking how we started dating" you answer and his cheeks fill with cute freckles from his blush and you just giggle.

"I'm so happy to be with you"

–ME TOO, DEAR, ME TOO~–