#And she will never last long
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Just for now, with how my face is lost And how I’m forgetting all of the words You’re still smiling And waiting for coming of the summer, we’re the ghosts Tell me about this feeling in my heart Tell me how the summer scent is like I’m taking a shallow breath .
And in my mind im imagining it—
what i saw in your eyes was the summer ghost
#i dont know what ill do if it doesnt#i dont want it to ghost by my fluttering hair#i want to see summer in your eyes#And I want to see her stand still for once#And even though I know it's impossible#And she will never last long#I can't help but hope.#Hope that we last just a little bit longer#Art#Furry art#Digital art#digital drawing#Furry sfw#Gay furry#gay furry art#t4t furry#sometimes I'm scared that summer will never come#and like fleeting spring you will be gone without a trace.#my art
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The Bad Kids + Summer drinks
#ill explain the drinks after character tags For anyone who cares#dimension 20#fantasy high#gorgug thistlespring#fabian aramais seacaster#figueroth faeth#kristen applebees#adaine abernant#adaine o'shaughnessey#riz gukgak#btw none of these r alcoholic cuz i love my silly sweet drinks#gorgug has melon soda Cuz i think that’s the best ramune flavor i am not debating Facts#fabian has a blue hawaiin frozen punch Purely for the aesthetics#riz had thai iced coffee because once again it’s the best coffee and I am not arguing facts#also there’s so much trig and astrophysics references on his tattoos because i love math and projecting#speaking of projecting fig has a rooh afza because i love projecting myself in silly ways .. best swana drink To Me#kristen has taro boba because I felt like giving her a protein shake would be Too obvious and taro is So Good#Lasty adaine has a strawberry Italian cuz she deserves a sweet drink#ive worked on this for So long i think u can tell which were the last . im so sorry#going to pass out And never do this again / silly#taya art
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so this is how 1863 went right
#i had intially thought about putting sp in the last panel but felt that it would be too ooc. he would never support joongdok#i love 1863!! the silliest of all arcs! <- she is coping#i spent way too long on this.#yoohankim#kim dokja#yoo joonghyuk#han sooyoung#lee jihye#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv spoilers#cactusjuiceart
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You guys don't yet comprehend the mess I made to make the undertale timeline make sense in this AU LMAO😭😭😭but you'll find out soon enough.......
But like....what was I supposed to do? The timeline makes no sense to begin with.....
#I understand Chara fell in 201× because Toby needed to trick the player but OHMYGOD WHY DID THEY FALL IN 201X THAT MAKES NO SENSE HOW LONG#WERE THE MONSTERS TRAPPED BEFORE CHARA FELL????#AND???#HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE CHARA AND ASRIEL DIED????#it's said to be HUNDREDS of years BUT???WHY IS THE TECHNOLOGY FROM WHEN THEY DIED ALMOST THE SAME AS THE CURRENT TECHNOLOGY???#sigh.#I will never understand the undertale timeline...#I made it have a *little* sense in this AU by weird methods......#okay I'm rambling#how long did it take for those 6 humans to fall............#since supposedly the gaps were SUPER long and none of our protagonists have ever seen a human...(except Asgore and Toriel)#I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG UNDYNE HAS BEEN CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD OR A MEMBER BUT SHE'S NEVER SEEN A HUMAN???#so many of the monsters we encounter directly said it's been a LONG time since the last human and they've never seen one#sighhhh#it's okay I made the timeline make a little sense.....#in a unique way....
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still thinking about it so heres a bunch of stuff
#like everything's colors are placeholders i never learned color theory#like i know “use colors next to eachother or directly opposite on the color wheel” but like#the way everyone describes it makes me feel like theres more to it#and im just too stupid to comprehend it#still like lineless/whatever the rw artstyle is#gradient tool my beloved. i need to mess with it more often#alice n beau live in jcjs superstructure cause its filled with free food (his brain) and a bunch of things to experiment with (his organs)#ive attempted to redesign abs like twelve different times now#i wonder how long this attempt will last before i hate it again#always caught between wanting to stylize to hell and back and wanting to be accurate to the source material#abs is supposed to be like a Really Really Early iterator#so she doesnt have tone modulation or the ability to express much facially and barely looks humanoid under the cloak#which i didnt draw because i couldnt settle on a Look for it#and in her single minded focus to annihilate jcj shes been neglecting herself to explain the motor function errors and also her can explodi#g#oh right normal tags#art#murder drones#rain world#i should invent a tag for this but i dunno what to call it#id love to gossip about all the stuff ive thought up for this au thing but 1. nobody cares 2. i cant talk for that long and 3.#i havent written like half of it down#if i had the confidence to even attempt writing i'd totally do an ao3 fic about this#hi living shifting oil guy/girl/thing i know you're gonna be like the only person to read this far#oh uhh#body horror#tw body horror#i think thats how you do it#probably should've added those first. oops
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"And I care way too much about you guys to ever let you meet her. . . because if you did--god, you'd hate me."
I'm actually getting fucked up about how he's trying to convey to her in his look how untrue that is, but she's too ashamed to look at him to see it.
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#cryland#rowlace#crystal x charles#charles x crystal#this part always really hit me and never lasts long enough so i finally giffed it#ughhhhhh her abandonment issues#and him having the same concerns about himself that she does of herself#so he wants to show her that of course he won't feel that way but she's too ashamed to let him try to convince her she's loved#djfaoidsjfioajsfdoisfjioas#text post#my gifs#my gif#the case of the hungry snake#charles rowland#crystal palace#crystal palace surname von hoverkraft#perception notes
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Niko Sasaki’s death is not inherently tragic because she dies or because it’s sudden, even though it’s upsetting. Dead Boy Detectives is a show about 2 dead boys solving cases mostly centered around other ghosts, death isn’t an end in this world. Edwin even says “Take it from a ghost, no one is ever gone.” The reason her death is so tragic is because she was happy. She had spent so long self isolating in a state of grief because of her father’s passing, avoiding her mother completely. But now she has a support system, friends who love her, she’s even going to reconnect with her mom. She has Edwin and Charles and Crystal and Jenny (with her and Jenny’s bond slowly healing). But it was also these connections that led her to Esther’s home, and led her to her death. All of her newfound joy for life and the potential she had was all taken from her.
#even if she comes back it can never be the same#she becomes the principal but based on the last scene how long had it been since she’d seen the boys?#her death isn’t their fault at all but that’s the point#it’s a senseless death#she should have been at the club#would anyone be interested in me analyzing character parallels??#perchance#dbda#dead boy detectives#niko sasaki#save dead boy detectives#silly thoughts
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a brief summary of Mystic Messenger (OG edition) x
#mystic messenger#saeyoung choi#jumin han#jaehee kang#hyun ryu#yoosung kim#look what i found in my drafts from yesteryear#i don't have photoshop on this computer atm so unfortunately i couldn't add my take on our AS boys#but feel free to add your own#what would their overly-simplified summaries even be?#cheritz really stepped up their game in creating characters with poor coping mechanisms there#i included the template above for inquiring minds#and yes it is from zoey 101#i guess you could say this post itself.. is mysme 101#707#jumin#jaehee#zen#yoosung#mine#**#idk why i'm even posting this in the year 2024 lol#i guess why not since past me made it?#for some reason#what was going on in her head at the time when she was doing this instead of studying is beyond me#oh well#my blog became a dumping ground long ago#the last pic with us as the mc makes me think some things never change tbh
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That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔
#scott pilgrims precious little life#scott pilgrim vs the world#spvtw#spto#scott pilgrim#wallace wells#lisa miller#scollace#kim pine#natalie adams#envy adams#don't rlly know if I like how this turned out but oh well;;;#hope its obvious that this is based on the song “Scott Pilgrim” which the creation the comics were inspired from#the lyrics always make me think of Wallace and Lisa's feelings for Scott every time I hear it#ofc you could also relate it to Kim especially since the singers voice kind of reminds me of her#but overall the lyrics fit these two much better since Scott never truly “saw them that way” despite how long they've liked him#and they always seem happier to see him compared to Kim#Im surprised tho that I havent yet seen anyone draw these two together now that their dialogue parallels have been acknowledged more lately#also tho I wish more people pointed out that they both got cucked by red heads LOL#and Kim and Envy actually do look really similar when scott first meets them#makes me wonder if Scott subconsciously went for Envy since she reminded him of Kim (which would be fitting given that you could argue that#Envy dated Scott because he reminded her of Todd. Since he and Scott are confirmed to be meant to be seen as similar to one another#so much so that even their first and last names rhyme#last thing I'll add tho is that while Wallace and Lisa are very similar even personality wise#the one big difference is that despite that whole conclusion on vol4 of Scott not cheating on Ramona with Lisa because he loves her#the writers apparently think it would be “organically correct” for him to have an affair with wallace LMAO#but I guess we shouldn't be surprised since Wallace and Ramona are both in the front of the official valentines art which is clearly#a deptiction of Scotts wet dream or smth (oh and you could also argue that Wallace and Lisa parallel on that art since they're both#shirtless with white socks.. which could be a reference to how lisa wears skimpy clothes for Scott and Wallace often only wears boxers#to like sexually frustrate Scott for fun or smth
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It's a good thing he's in a bathtub, because that guy is a MESS.
#kenji kon#jurassic world: chaos theory#jwct#brooklynn#chaos theory#darius bowman#chaos indeed#Darius was just a little butterfly flapping his wings#it's interesting to have this from the reflection perspective#and the live one#because we still don't know exactly what everything is#was it just Darius being overwhelmed with his First Crush because the coolest girl in the world crashed by his place?#was it actually him realizing long-buried feelings that he'd always brushed aside because Brooklynn was never an option to him?#would he have been over it in a week but never got the chance?#how long had Kenji been preparing to break up?#is Kenji still fully in love with her or just upset because the last time he saw his teenage flame they fought and then she died?#it's all about closure#and what they never had#but MAN do I love that Kenji isn't judging Darius#there's no jealousy#or resentment#he Understands#because both of them weren't there#Kenji pushed her away#and Darius didn't catch her#which is also unbeknownst to them THE ONLY REASON THEY'RE ALIVE TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION
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Vel Sartha, World-Class Yearner
#vel sartha#andor#my gifs#this whole exchange is what like....ten seconds long?#she looks at cinta's lips FIVE SEPARATE TIMES!!!!#no one's doing it like her#okay if anyone needs me i'll be having a mental breakdown#i was gonna stop after the first one of these because that one just......ruined me#she thinks this could be the last time she gets to look at her#and she's gotta take in everything. she's gotta make sure she never ever forgets even a millimeter of cinta's face#if this is the last time#i'm not well#i'm just. not.#sorry for the ramble but also not#it's actually crucial to the post
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Kinda in regards to the Empress & BodyGuard 2-
Is Zaphira (sorry if I spelled her name wrong) an elf or do humans have pointed ears in your universe? If no elves, how do the pointed ears happen? Are there different length of ears and if so do they mean somethin?
Love your art & use of colours!
Thank you! and thank you for asking! (this sketch took me way too long .. and the colors still look washed out on my desktop screen but im not editing a third time ..)
Zaphira is human, there are no elves, as such, in this world, though humans tend to live longer than IRL and have differently shaped ears-
the shapes are rather diverse (example above) and culturally (so far) they have no significance, they are merely a trait just like different nose shapes or fantasy hair colors
the worldbuilding reason is that these are extremely diluted demonic influences- in the past demons were frequently in the human world, though largely in secret/disguised, and long time exposure to demonic presences can have varying effects, the most immediate and common being a longer life or wounds healing faster than normal; there might have been other long time effects but the only trait that stayed even after their disappearance is the ear shapes
(there was a mass extinction event of demons that wiped out all above a certain age, since demons generally dont die of natural causes their life neither depends nor revolves around reproduction so there were extremely few left and those were too young to keep most of their knowledge and culture alive, as they rarely wrote anything down; Shargon is of the current oldest generation and witnessed it happen, just like most now adult demons, Thor and Eadrya are both a bit older than him and thus the oldest living demons, which doesnt mean much considering the technically endless lifespans of them)
and to explain me including Shargon in a human appearance- hes the only demon that spends as much time in the human world as at home, largely to escape the others since they are not interested in going there and would otherwise attack him any chance they get (the human world is rather uncomfortable for demons to be in and they have better things to do than to chase him that far), while hes generally very weak compared to them, something he is very good at is shape shifting, mainly the speed of which, being able to shift between full demon and the smaller more humanoid form extremely quickly, or even mid forms that are a mix of both - even in motion! while for the others it takes them quite a bit and forces them to stop which is the main reason he keeps escaping them not able to keep up with his rapid shape shifting (though it does take its toll .. also a reason hes so skinny)
he is the first (only?) one that at some point will learn how to shift into a much more human looking one (depicted in the sketch) too, but its rather dangerous since it involves supressing and compressing his demon heart and system... which is what keeps demons alive (its somewhat like holding your breath for way too long) so the only time he would make use of it is in extreme situations, like avoiding detection by maschines that can pick up demonic energy or escaping shackles made of celestial silver (which drains their energy and can scar/hurt them permanently, like silver to vampires(?werewolfs?) in a way)
....the point is that if he shifts into a human form he has very long ears, meaning that is basically the extreme form that doesnt occur in humans and hints at the origins for those ear shapes being demonic exposure in the past
#ganondoodles#art#original characters#original art#oc#ocs#oc lore#man i cant ever keep it short can i#its 1am again ............#welll i hope that answers your question njdflndflnjlsd#also as a sidenote- zaphira and midas are siblings but not biologically#she was adopted into the royal family and is good chunk older than midas as he was born a while after shes been there#he was supposed to take the throne after their parents died in an allegedly accidental fire but he was like ... 6 at the time#and begged her to take up the throne instead despite the people not being very fond of her due to her agressive nature#.... which was proven correct in a way given she waged war for many years after taking up the crown#(.. bc she found out their parents were killed by a neighbouring country and the fire placed to get rid of traces)#(no one but her and a few officials knew of that being the real reason she attacked that country and not just a lust for power)#(midas still doesnt know -even now)#( though it got out of control and she ended up taking over multiple countries .. hence her title)#(after her wife died she swore to never engage in war again and been spending the last .. 20?30? years trying to repair the damage she did)#just adding that again bc its kinda central to her entire problem of everyone and their grandmother wanting her dead#and her being determined to do as much as she can before midas has to take over and pick up the pieces#..............though none of it goes as planned of course#ANYWAY i need sleep#sorry for the long text spam#i cant help but yap about my special lil guys
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@cokoweee
Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up?
TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him
can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...
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Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon.
Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth.
“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick.
His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it?
No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best.
Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again.
There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.
Stupid sickness.
Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.
She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes.
He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman.
She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop.
Away.
All she needed to do was get away.
She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.
This was…
This was wrong?
It didn’t happen this way.
No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out.
The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.
She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete.
Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose.
He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor.
“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?”
She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing.
Away.
She needed to get away.
It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away.
He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word.
She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass.
She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster.
“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.”
The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.
Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something?
It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog.
“Kendra?”
She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out.
She wasn’t going to go out without a fight.
Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair.
She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally.
“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm.
Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.
Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing.
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.”
She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud.
Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook.
She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation.
Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,
Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble.
The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles.
Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths.
“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?”
She was in the middle of dying.
She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now.
“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.”
She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic.
“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?”
He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up.
“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.”
Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.
“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away.
“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?”
She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little
He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?”
She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted.
He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room.
He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul.
Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms.
Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm.
She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm.
“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle.
The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her.
“Thanks?”
He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?”
“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static.
“I need details.” He pressed.
She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.”
She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time.
He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. “Drink.”
She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach.
“Are we feeling more alive?”
She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side.
“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.”
“...Sorry it was for something stupid.”
“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed.
“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered.
“Then neither is yours.”
She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.
He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?”
“I don’t know.” She answered honestly.
He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.”
She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.”
“Thank you.”
“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.”
He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.”
She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.”
“Positive?”
Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible.
He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed.
“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.”
She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron.
He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.”
Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep.
“Good night Tello.” She whispered.
His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair.
She was home. And she was safe.
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squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁♀️
the reason why this was written is in the tags btw
#Me and my friend were hanging out and she got all excited when I told her I was minoring in creative writing#she asked for me to read me some of my stuff and I agreed LIKE AN IDOIT#well i open my docs and low and behold it's what I posted yesterday#mind you that doc is titled ugly sewer man and his pretty wife#i scroll before she can see the title but at this point I have to read this one#its too late for me to exit the doc without me being suspicious#I read it and she's all like “Well butter my backside and call me a biscuit I forgot you wrote but you do a pretty dang good job!”#I'm just sweating bullets coz I just read her my fanfic of Donatello the ninja turtle and Kendra the dragon chick#she'll never know and I'll never tell her that she was read kendratello fanfic with the names and some of the words replaced#its worth it to say that this isn't the first time that this has happened with her#last time it was the freaking really long one with Leo dying dead and Don also trying to die dead#i went home and cooked myself some pasta to recover because wtf was that#and I was so upset by the situation that instead of sleeping I wrote more kendratello fanfic?#pee pee poo poo#caca dodo even#FOUR AM BABY AND IM STILL HEREEEEEE#Ya'll also got some free stuff to use to help a hommie out if they ever start having a panic attack#tapping method will work on yourself as well if you start feeling freaked out or not in your body.#just cross your arms over your torso and put your left hand on your right shoulder and vice versa tapping your shoulders one at a time#im sleepin now#gn yall#Paige writes
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I understand why it wasn't possible, but it's such a shame we couldn't get Jenny back for The Wish. She and Giles fighting a losing battle side by side and being hardened from it, but remaining each other's solace. Them piecing together the puzzle Cordelia presents to them and having faith in a world better than this, only for Anyanka to try and throw them by hinting at Jenny's death should they return. Giles faltering at the thought of losing her and Jenny, once again, sacrificing herself and destroying the necklace. The way she sees it: she'll either be dead by The Master's hand or by her own, and only one of those inevitabilities gives the man she loves a chance of survival. She kisses him as she plunges herself into the abyss, wanting the last thing she experiences to be his love.
Giles waking up the following morning, the pang in his heart he always feels whenever he remembers Jenny accompanied by a newfound feeling of emptiness, and he's not quite sure why.
#buffy the vampire slayer#calendiles#jenny calendar#is doomed by the narrative i fear: and the writers will never be forgiven for that#rupert giles#he chooses her this time around#he can't go through with losing her even if it will save the world#he endured because he had jenny how on earth can he lose her now? and it certainly won't be by his hand#but jenny also chooses him - she refuses to allow him to remain in a world where meeting their maker in the Master feels inevitable#and she knows he knows she's doing the right thing and she can only hope he finds a new happiness in the world from which he came#which he never does - but he constantly dwells on the happiness he could have had with her.#they could have ran the magic box together. it would have been perfect for the both of them.#he likes to think she'd enjoy england but knows she'd last about three days before wanting to leave (and that's a generous assessment.)#and when the kids are leading their grown up lives away from him he longs for jenny to be curled up in his arms#he'll never know he briefly had her back#but the life he wanted them to live wasn't possible in the world in which they made it#something to potentially write one day#if anyone does know any fics with this concept though please let me know!#meg.txt
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Stuff I've made on my phone, I guess? Of varying levels of "quality"
#rain world#animation#art#Context: image one is oc named Apryll that I love. She's 6-7 years old now lol#Next four pics are random stuff for my buddies on disc#Technically the monk one is for a discord bot that a different buddy is building because music bots SUCK#And the long one is that one time someone decided to stream something SPICY in GENERAL VC#The three emoji is my bae phiiinnn#You do not have permission to use them#Looks at the people that use my art as emojis (/pos I think it's really funny)#The hunter one is my ongoing Every Region Mod playthrough where for a time I had a reaper lizard that I would just throw at enemies#(come with me + lizard eggs mods) and delete all foes. It was fantastic.#But I have since replaced the very valuable and helpful lizard with two useless children that I love very much#Also apparently this isn't common knowledge but you can increase global rep with lizards and just. Be pals with all of em#By default.#Doing that with scavs and lizards eliminates half the threats in the game basically permanently#And the last image was the culmination of several dozen hours in Fear Nightfall + that arachnophobia mod-- it was surprisingly fun.#Very grindy#Not... scary. At all. Lmao#Anyways maybe I'll post some animations or something later#Probably not#I keep trying to finish them before posting any wips aka I never post
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Fukouna Girl
#kirby#zan partizanne#my art#every so often i remember her and she becomes my muse for the duration of however long the obsession is#zan ily please never get better#she just like me fr (lie)#also hey tumblr i dont remember the last time i made an actual post here
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