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Wsg besties, I'm sort of new to Tumblr (not really I haven't used this website in years and lost my acc) and I hope to be active and start posting my art here, so uhh yeah


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HELLO CUTEST ARTSYLE EVER,
idk if you've alrdy done this but have u ever drawn them as GENDER SWAP?? like IKNOW CLICHE BUT LIKE ION KNO, like them interacting as girl and GUY AHAHHAH ok yeah ALSO EXTRA QUESTION HOW DO I READ UR ARTWORK STUFF!!
I HAVENT!!! LETS FIX THAT
just dont ask me why its randomly modern AU and dont ask me why sebs genderbent modern AU concept changed from jock to punk/eddie munson ripoff LMAO (also in regards to the second part of your ask, if by 'read my artwork' you mean all my comics and stuff, all my art can be found in my tag choccyart! but if you're wondering if i have an actual comic, no, all that art is just scenes from my fanfic!🙇♀️)
BAHAHA ANON I LOVED YOUR TORMENTOUS JOURNEY THROUGH MY FIC LOL idk if you ended up reading on ff.net or just skimmed through the smut on ao3/wattpad, but either way IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!!!! I WISH YOU COMMENTED SO I COULD HAVE PROPERLY REPLIED!! but i feel you on finishing a longfic you were enjoying and then just IMMEDIATELY re-reading it bc u feel empty inside LMFAOO i always do that....😭 but srsly thank you for reading and giving it a chance despite the smut!!! and im honoured youd even put it in your top 3?? BAHHH TYSMMM!!🫶🫶💖💖
HAHA IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, TY!!💖💖 unfortunately i dont have any HL fic recs since i still havent read any gahh😭 but im publishing this ask on the off chance someone who has read HL fics with a similar vibe to mine might see this and recommend something in the replies?? BAHHA. BUT GOOD LUCK ANON I HOPE U FIND/FOUND SOMETHING 🙏🙏
@allurearia LMAOOO i love this bc lowkey same BAHHAA growing up id always use anime/fictional characters i loved as inspo, and now im doing the same with clora😭 like the other night i was eating a bag of chips for dinner (like the degenerate that i am,) and just thought to myself "...clora wouldnt do this..." yet i still did it anyway😔but its the thought that counts!!😇👌
@amethystandemma AWW im happy to hear it and that i could give u that push🥹🥹glad to have u here in the fandom, and thank YOU!!!💖💖
#re: using fictional characters as inspiration... i used to pretend to be different anime characters depending on the situation#like during gym i would “get” an anime character who was sporty and athletic and get them to do gym class for me (in my body ofc)#and then when i had to study i would pretend to be possessed by a smart character#LMFAOO ITS SO CUTE AND LAME BUT IT ACTUALLY HELPED#delulu really is the solulu..........always has been#ask
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Art x reader part 2
Note: This hasn't been proof read, so my bad if it's not the greatest I smashed this out in like 4 hours. So not the highest quality chapter. I might fix this up at one point, heavy maybe.
@ch1hvro
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You felt ill after the shift, it could be explained, it absolutely could be, right? Just a coincidence, a man dressing up to be a dick, then point at the plastic ring on your hand because he thought it was amusing, and joked that it was him who gave it. Yeah, just a joke, coincidence. You settled on it being a coincidence.
As soon as you got home, you took the ring of and but it on your bedside table, you didn't want to wear it, you were meant to Halloween night, but it completely slipped your mind.
However, that night, you heard on the news he somehow escaped the morgue today, in the morning. The news reporters stated the injuries, and allegedly a few people who work in the medical field said how unlikely it would've been for him to survive. They then stated that the poor mortician was brutally murdered too from him, because of course he had to do it. Does that mean it is possible he came to your work today? If that was him, why? He didn't have any blood, or any visible injuries at least. He moved perfectly fine.
You shook your head, there was no point in thinking about it. If you saw him again, then it absolutely wasn't a coincidence, as there would be no way to justify it. You then turned the TV off, then went to bed. The thoughts of him stuck in your mind as you laid there, the whole day repeating over in your head. How his attention was stuck on you, why that specific Cafe, and although again, the ring may just be him being a dick and not knowing. It still bothered you, all of that happening within the span of an hour. Eventually you fell asleep, your dreams, of course, had him there too.
The next morning you awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing rapidly. Once you glanced around and noticed you were in your room, you felt relief.
Just a dream
Maybe you needed to ignore the news, take a break from social media for a few days or even a week. You had no doubt some people would be talking about stuff, but you just had to hope you wouldn't overhear anything. Maybe it'd be good to take a day off, though you knew your boss would be pissed and so as your co-workers. You've barely taken days off the whole year, maybe 3 at most.
You decided to send a message to your boss, explaining that you have some family stuff going on, and if you could take the day off tomorrow.
Hopefully he'd be fine with it.
You started getting ready, after showering
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You walked into the door of the Café, the ringing bell irritated your ears. You walked into the back, you had to do a bunch of dishes from last night since one of the other workers had to leave early. Your co-worker spotted then greeted you, "Hey, you look like shit."
You rolled your eyes, "Wow, what a nice way to say good morning Charlie."
They gave you a cocky smile, "I know I know, I'm wonderful aren't I?"
That damn smile was contagious, "Aww, and I've got you smiling too."
A small chuckle left you, "Yeah yeah, anyway, how longs your shift today? Anyone else in?"
"Uhh, till about 4. I have another job on the side to earn extra. And no, Laurie left about 10 minute ago, she had to leave early as she had an appointment."
"Ew, that's gotta be painful, and god damn it, it would've been nice having a third for today.
"It's painful, but moneys money, world can't go on without it." They sighed, "And I'm trying to save for a new car, the shitbox out there ain't gonna last much longer." They said, taking the eggs out the frypan. "Anyway, can we talk more during our break? Can't have customers complaining."
"Yeah sure, that'd be great actually." They then walked out with the plate of food.
Your morning was a lot easier to deal with after that interaction, although you hated to admit it, they were annoying at times but you loved them. They were a great friend, and made working a lot easier to tolerate.
You filled the sink and placed the dishes in there, cleaning the least dirty to the most. More and more dishes came, but you tried your best to stay ahead. The dishwasher was going to take forever and only could do a small amount at a time, so this is unfortunately a job that had to be done.
After about an hour, you were close to being finished, and so was the dishwasher. After, you put the dishes away, then went up to your Charlie to check if they needed help with anything.
"To be honest, not really, business is slower than normal, which is a fucking relief." They whispered, so none of the customers could hear.
"Nice, is Chloe gonna be here soon? It would be nice if she could cover the register, and we can chill in the back."
They shrugged, "Not sure, she's meant to be here at some point today but that's all I know."
You groaned, "Alright, since business is slow should I just sweep and mop now?"
You heard that cursed bell ring, and you heard a honk. You instantly turned around, wondering what that noise was.
"What the fuck..." Charlie muttered under their breath.
Your eyes widened, bile rose up in your throat. You stood still for a few moments as you locked eyes with that fucker, then you sprinted towards the staff toilet. You leaned over, the breakfast you ate not longer ago instantly came up. Your throat burned as acid tore at your throat. You clenched the toilet bowl as it kept going. You body shook rapidly from fear and shock.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
Why is he here, it was meant to be a fucking coincidence. Do I have a murderer stalking me?
You weren't sure what to do, but after about a minute you heard your Charlie running over.
"Hey, hey!" They said crouching down, rubbing your back. "What the hell was that? Are you okay?"
You nodded, "Yeah...." You croakily mumbled, your legs wobbling as you slowly stood up.
"Stay there if you need to, I can handle the front for a bit."
You shook your head, "I'll be fine, it's fine. Just give me a minute and I'll clean up."
"Look Chloe should be here soon, when she gets here I'll explain you were sick so you had to leave. Got it?"
You rolled your eyes, "I'll be okay, I just got nauseous.-"
"No, you're heading home when she gets here."
You wanted to argue, but you knew it was probably a good idea. You didn't want to see... it again.
"Fine, can I help just till she gets here?"
"Yeah sure, just don't overwork yourself and let me know if you feel ill again."
You nodded, moving towards the sink to splash water on your face. "Alright, I'm gonna head back, don't rush yourself I can handle it." They patted your back again, then walked off.
You looked down at your shirt, and thankfully there was no vomit. So, you went back to helping Charlie. As soon as you were in the doorway you spotted him, sitting down. "Hey, is it okay if you could pass this to the customer in the clown suit real quick? I just need to prepare another order."
You nodded, trying to not show your fear to them. "Yeah, of course!"
While you walked over, you noticed his eyes were on you. You looked at the floor, knowing it was rude but you were so afraid. You put the pancakes down in front of the clown. "Here's your order... sir." You mumbled, giving a forced smile. As you starting walking away, he beeped the horn.
"Did you need something?"
He nodded, gesturing you to come closer.
He looked at your hand, a frown forming on his face. But not a second later is was replaced with that eerie smile. He stared at you as he purposely knocked the plate down onto the floor. It shattered onto the ground. He covered his mouth, giving an exaggerated 'Oops' face. A few customers looked over giving a confused and concerned expression.
Your face turned into a thin line, what the fuck "I'm sorry sir, I'll be back." You quickly muttered, walking to Charlie, "Hey, look I can't do this right now, can you please talk to the clown? I'll do whatever you were doing before. I'm just really uncomfortable around him."
They nodded, noticing you were shaken up. "Yeah that's fine, but what's going on? You look horrified, did something happen?"
You shook your head, "It's nothing, just can you help him?"
"Okay, I'll do that now, you just need to make a strawberry milkshake for table 5 while I deal with the clown."
"Easy." You immediately started to work on it, you scooped the ice-cream, poured the milk and strawberry-flavoured syrup and then blended it. You occasionally heard words from your Charlie while they were trying to communicate with the clown. But of course it went nowhere. As you were pouring the milkshake into a plastic cup, they came up to you. "I have no idea what he wants, he's not responding at all to me. I clean up the mess, but I don't know what else to do. Was he at least responding to you?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I really, really don't want to talk to him. He's... scaring me." You glanced at the floor, feeling embarrassed.
"It's okay, I'll figure something out. Other customers are starting to feel uncomfortable as well. Fuck, Chloe needs to get here soon."
"Yeah, hopefully, should I contact the boss?"
They nodded, "Can you contact Chloe first? We need her here soon."
"I'll do that now, I'll try and make it quick." You hurried out to the back again, pulling out your phone. You dialled her number, but it immediately when to voice mail. "What the fuck..." You murmured, trying again. And again. You groaned, then decided to send her a quick message.
Y/n: Hey, are you still coming into work today?
You hoped she'd read it soon, then you dialled your bosses number. Thankfully, you heard her voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I heard from Charlie that Chloe would be coming in today at some point. What time would she be here? She isn't picking up any of my calls. "
You heard a sigh on the other end, "Give me a moment."
After 15 seconds of rustling sounds, she answered. "Alright, it says she'd be on around 2pm till 8pm. Is she not there?"
"No, she's not. It's 2:30."
You heard another sigh from your boss, "I'll try and contact her, that's all I can do. Is that all you needed?"
"No, I was wondering what to do about a customer. One of them is making me and Charlie uncomfortable. He keeps.... just doing stuff."
"If you want advice I need more details."
You took a deep breath in, "For one he's in a clown outfit, which in itself isn't bad but it's just how he's acting doing it too. If that makes sense, and he purposely broke one of our plates, and acted like it was all funny. He then wouldn't talk to Charlie, only me. It's just such bizarre behaviour."
"Normally threatening them with the police will cause them to stop, but if he continues call the non-emergency line for the police. That's it."
"Alright, thank you."
"Bye." She said, the line ending.
You walked back to the register to talk to your Charlie. "Chloe was meant to be here at 2. What the fuck do we do? She isn't picking up my calls, she's not answering my messages and the boss just told us to threaten the clown with the police but fuck that I'm not comfortable with it I don't know him and he's scaring-"
"Calm down, you're gonna be okay. This isn't a big deal you'll be fine we can figure this out. I'll talk to him."
You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clown. He was sitting there, his chin resting on his hands, giving you a wink.
"God fucking damn it." Your muttered under your breath, he waved at you, then gesturing for him to come over again. "He wants me to go over again, what do I do? What the fuck do I do?"
Charlie bit their bottom lip, "I can go over if you like and try again, but I doubt he'll listen."
"Fuck, fine, I'll fucking doing it." You whisper-yelled, immediately going over towards the clown. You noticed most of the customers had left. How had no one called the police yet? Maybe they thought it was someone trying to be funny?
"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
The clown told you to stop, raising his pointer-finger. He then went through the garbage bag next to him. You heard the sounds of metal hitting metal, making you feeling almost as sick as before. He pulled out an envelope. You stared at it for a moment, noticing brown splotches over it. It looked like dried blood. You also noticed how there was a bump inside. You were about to place it down, but he gestured for you to open it.
You stared with widened eyes, really not wanting to. "I'm sorry sir... I-"
The clown gestured one more time, a deep frown on his face. You were afraid, so begrudgingly, you open it. And inside was a chunk of blonde hair, with a small amount of dyed-blue strands. You pulled it out and saw a piece of someone's scalp was attached. The blonde hair looked identical to Chloe's. You placed it back down onto the table, stepping back.
"Why.... what did she do to you?"
You knew what he did. It was obvious. But all you wanted to know is why. Yeah she could be bitchy at times, but she never had bad intentions. Not anything worthy of her fucking dying.
The Clown silently giggled, slapping his knee like it was the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at you, mimicking a horrified look and then continued laughing.
"Oh fuck this." You muttered, Charlie looked over and saw the terrified look on your face. "Charlie we need to get the fuck out now!" You yelled, grabbing their arm, dragging them into the kitchen. To get out through the front, you would've had to walk past him again, and that was not something that you wanted.
You shoved them inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. "Grab a knife Charlie." They didn't ask questions, just grabbing it off the bench. The clown was walking over towards the counter, where you'd pass food through to the person at the register. He stood there smiling.
"Nope, don't look just fucking get out." You urgently said to Charlie, grabbing their arm and leading them to the back door. You unlocked it ran out with them. You rummaged through your pockets and grabbed your keys, your hands shaking as you tried to open the car door.
"Y/n your tires have been fucking slashed!"
"Oh for fuck sake!" You yelled, this time they dragged you. You dropped your keys while they pulled you, "My keys!"
"It doesn't matter Y/n! There's a fucking psycho chasing us."
You followed them, running to the nearest store. You looked behind, noticing the clown was behind, with that fucking garbage bag thrown on it's shoulder.
As Charlie ran into the store, they yelled to call the police. They didn't care about scaring the workers, they just needed to make sure the both of you were safe. The woman at the register looked confused. They ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind the both of you. They fumbled with their phone, dialling the emergency number.
"What's your emergency?"
"There's a fucking psycho chasing after us! He's trying to fucking kill us!" They yelled, sounding hysterical.
"Okay, calm down. Are you safe right now?"
"I think so, we've locked ourselves in a random stores bathroom. We don't know where he is right now."
"Okay, what did he look like?"
"He-he was wearing a black and white clown outfit, like the one from the news!"
"Alright...." The operator said, sounding like they thought it was a prank call, but they still continued.
"What store are you in right now?"
Charlie turned to you, "Do you know where we ran to?"
You shook your head, "I-I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry!"
"It's fine." Charlie murmured, "We don't know, but can you guys track the phone?"
The woman sighed, "Yes we can, but if this is a prank call you will be in serious trouble."
"We aren't fucking lying, my fucking car tires were slashed and this fucker gave me an envelope with co-workers scalp in it! Get the damn police here right now or we could get brutally murdered!" You screamed at the operator.
"Please calm down, the police are on their way." The operator said, "Please stay on the line, are you hearing anything outside of the bathroom?"
Charlie spoke up, "No, it's oddly quiet out there, I... I don't know where he is. I don't know if he followed us in or not. We didn't look around."
The only thing you could hear was cars driving by, it was otherwise painfully silent.
"Fuck what happened to Chloe, oh god I hope she's okay. Please Chloe be okay." You whimpered, dropping to the ground. "Fuck I'm sorry Chloe, I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in your eyes, then started streaming down your face.
Charlie knelt down, placing their phone on the tiled floor, "Hey, it's okay, Chloe might still be out there. Probably not in the best condition but still maybe out there." They gently hugged you.
You sniffled, "What if that psycho grabbed my keys, I'm not even going to be safe in my own fucking home." You sobbed, "I didn't even do anything to him!"
"I know, some people are just messed up, but you'll be okay, I'll make sure of it. No ones going to hurt you."
Eventually, you heard the police sirens and them shouting. After a few moments they knocked on the bathroom door. You immediately unlocked it, running out. "Did you find him?" You asked, your eyes showing the hope in this being simple, like maybe he was waiting outside or something stupid. But of course, reality didn't work that way.
"The only people we found were the workers here, I'm sorry." One of the officers said, "Do you have any injuries?"
You and Charlie shook your head.
"Alright, we're going to need to take you in for questioning."
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𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬
summary: christmas without cookies? no, that's not right! christmas is nothing without some baked goods so you and your boyfriend decided to bake some! Also let's judge their baking and decorating skills! a/n: I'm finally home for holiday break, doing a ton of baking in order to prepare so it's so fitting (I love being the baker of the family around holidays/s) cw: maybe fome swearing? idk
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sucks at baking, lowkey a god at decorating
"Alright, Rafayel, the cookies are ready!" You call out for your boyfriend, that was temporary banned from the kitchen.
"Finally! You should've let me help you" your boyfriend comes in to the room and stands next to you.
"And risk christmas without cookies? Yeah, no" you move away from the counter to make space for Rafayel. "Now do your job, Mr. Artist"
And he does. Who knew that having an artist as a boyfriend would have it's perks? All of your friends and family can't stop gushing about how pretty the cookies are and how they feel guilty about eating these small pieces of art.
"Here, I made two that look like us."

really fun to bake with (stuff the two of you bake comes out edible), refuses to decorate ('it won't change the taste, so why do that?' type of mf)
"They look… decent enough" Sylus says after pulling cookies out of the oven.
"It's all gonna come together once we decorate them" You look over his shoulder to check how they're turned out.
"We're not doing that." Sylus turns around and now you're face is centimeters away from his.
"What? Why?" You try your best to understand Sylus's position on the matter.
"Doesn't change the taste and it's the only thing that matters" Sylus shrugs.
"But with decorating they'll look pretty" you try your best to reason with your boyfriend as you were really looking forward to decorate them.
"Doesn't convince me." He ruffles your hair before walking away from the kitchen.
You end up sneaking in to the kitchen with the twins and decorate the cookies regardless.

surprisingly good at decorating, as long as he follows the recipe all is good
"Aww, Xav, you made this one look like a polar bear. So adorable" you look over at your boyfriend's most recently done cookie.
"And yours looks like Santa" Xavier smiles at you only for you to smile back at him.
The two of you were decorating the cookies for quite some time, occasionally eating the ones that didn't come out right. You pick up another human-shaped cookie, when you have an idea.
"We should make ones that look like us" you examine the cookie and the icing to make sure you have the right colours to pull it off.
"No." Xavier pics up a cookie that's shaped like christmas tree and starts working on it.
"Why?" You question him, focusing your entire attention on your boyfriend.
"I'd feel bad about eating you"

good at baking (it's that doctor skills or something), doesn't really care for decorating (would do a decent job if asked)
"And they're ready" Zayne says, pulling the last batch out of the oven.
"Wow, I fell like I just watched a magic show or something" you say, sitting on the counter. "Anyway, let's get to decorating" you jump off and prepare the cooled batch for decorating.
"Sure" your boyfriend helps you set everything up.
The two of you work together on different designs on cookies, chatting away on random topics. The cookies come out looking quite good. Yes, some of them came out a little funky, but that doesn't mean they're any less tasty. Let's just say these ones were reserved just for the two of you.

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Do you think patrick ever put on a queer/gay movie as a subtle way to get art out of his shell, like "yeah dude ive wanted to watch this movie for ages" and its okay its chill, look how hot they are, look how happy they are
"Is kissing boys different to kissing girls?"
Oh he definitely did… I’m sorry this is so long nonnie!!!
CW: 18+ NSFW | period typical internalized homophobia
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Patrick’s lying in Arts bed with his headphones on going through his catalogue of dvds trying to figure out what B movie they can watch and make fun of while they get high. The whole time Art is using his back as a writing surface to finish his math homework.
Patrick pulls his headphones off and drops them on the ground. “It’s Friday. Do you have to do that now?”
“It’s Friday night, we have the tournament Saturday and Sunday so when exactly?” Art says distractedly, erasing.
“On the bus like I do.” Patrick smiles and turns to look at him. Art pushes his shoulder back down. Patrick shrugs and focuses back on his dvds.
“Stay still.” Art demands.
“Forgive me if I’m just trying to get you to have a little fun in our last few months at Mark Reballato Tennis Academy.”
“You know I do actually plan to graduate, right?” Art says dryly.
“So you can go to Stanford?” Patrick says wrinkling his nose in irritation.
Art puts his notebook down on Patrick’s back. “You know Tashi’s gonna be there right?”
Patrick shrugs. “So, just two overtalented people wasting time…”
“Aww so you’re calling me talented?” Art teases.
“You are,” Patrick says. “When you don’t think too much, which Stanford should help you with. I’m sure they don’t over think anything there.”
“Whatever man,” Art sighs. If anything it’ll help my tennis. I think you’re just scared I might steal her away.”
“Not even a little bit, but speaking of her… do you remember how you let me put my tongue in your mouth?” Patrick smirks.
Art goes all quiet like he’s doing homework again but Patrick doesn’t hear the pencil scratching paper.
“You always bring it up like you think I want you or something.”
“You wanted something, I felt it,” Patrick says pushing himself up as Art grabs the notebook off him before it falls.
“Come on man, don’t be gross, that was for her.”
“How is that gross?” Patrick asks, mildly amused, mildly irritated.
“You know what I mean,” Art says. “‘m not gay.”
“You know there’s nothing wrong with it right? Not to mention I’ve seen you before…touched you before… and…I mean remember what we did after she left? Didn’t I make you feel better?”
“We don’t always have to talk about it.”
“We don’t never have to talk about it either.” Patrick counters.
Art takes a deep breath and rests his head against the wall trying to find a way to change the subject. “Dude, if you’re gay just let me have another shot with her.” Is what he comes up with, dumb pretty smirk on his lips.
Patrick rolls his eyes. “Yeah whatever, fine I’m gay…actually that reminds me of this movie you can gayly watch with your gay best friend.”
“I’m just joking. You don’t have to—“
“Well I’m not joking, come on, put this away, loser,” Patrick grabs his notebook and stuffs the papers inside.
“Okay Jesus, Patrick don’t wrinkle it all up.”
“I’m not, chill out. Get the smoke detector.”
Art sighs and climbs off the bed. He steps on Patrick’s bed and reaches up to disconnect the detector from its place on the ceiling. He puts it in the bathroom. Then he shoves a towel beneath the crack in the door.
All the while Patrick’s combing through his dvd case for one random movie he borrowed from Netflix at the start of the year and he’d forgotten to mail it back so they charged him. (That’s sadly how he ended up with a lot of his dvd collection.) He’d watched it once by himself because he thought the main guys were hot and he wanted to jerk off in peace without Art voicing confusion at the idea of him jerking it for a man.
But it had been surprisingly deep for one of those campy queer movies. And of course it was about a guy in love with his roommate which… even for Art’s ability to delude himself wouldn’t be subtle at all.
“What’s this?” Art asks.
“The movie we’re gonna watch. This guy is a male hooker but he ends up getting hired by this old guy who mostly just wants his company.”
Art frowns.
“Come on, relax. You can be straight and watch it. Movies don’t turn people gay and you’re not gay…so what’s the big deal?”
Art looks like he wants to argue but decides it’ll just be easier to surrender. Patrick rolls the joint while Art puts it in the dvd player.
It’s not all his fault. Art was raised with apple pie and Americana. He’s a J Crew catalogue wearing, red blooded New England boy. His family is pretty liberal but in the way that they support all of it as long as it remains out there faceless and unknown… far away from their life and their home. Art’s expected to play a sport, go to an ivy, marry a beautiful girl and likely start a career in politics if tennis doesnt pay off. So this idea that life could ever deviate from that makes him glitch out.
All the tension they have between them is so much easier to just bury. Like none of it matters. It’s not supposed to change the trajectory of his cookie cutter life anyway. Patrick is a victim of similar family expectations but he just doesn’t give a fuck and they’ve all stopped expecting things from him a long time ago because of it.
Art sits on his bed next to Patrick they’re both leaning against the wall Patricks feet dangling over the mattress, Art with his legs crossed. Patrick lights up the joint and hands it to him.
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They’re pretty baked halfway through and Arts fidgety. It’s at a scene where the main character is touching himself watching his roommate in the shower. “He’s hot right?” Patrick asks.
Art takes a breath. “Dude.”
“Yeah I know…you’re not gay.” Patrick smirks, but even in the dim glow of the tv he can see the way Art’s already starting to show in his boxers.
The third roommate catches the main character watching and wants to suck him off. Then while third roommate is sucking him he starts fantasizing about all three of them hooking up, kissing sloppy on the bed.
“Is this porn?” Art whispers. “Are we really watching gay porn?”
“No I wish… unfortunately they don’t show you that much but imagine if me and you and Tashi were roommates.You watching her shower… while I…”
Art makes a strangled noise and Patrick rubs his own cock, smiling to himself. Art’s just getting there but Patrick’s been hard for the last 30 minutes.
“Patrick,” Art whispers. He’s starting to touch himself over his boxers.
“Give me the joint,” Patrick says, softly. It’s their third one. “If you drop it on the bed again we’ll both be in trouble.”
Art hands it over and Patrick puts it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. He moves closer to Art reaching over to help him. Art leans back, letting Patrick take over. Patrick reaches into his boxers. “Mm Patrick… have you seen her naked?” Art asks.
“No,” Patrick whispers. “Just her underwear. But…I’m not supposed to talk about it.”
“I feel like I can still taste her lips.” He moans while Patrick plays with him. Patrick can’t help but ease his other hand into his own pants. “I wanna…ah… I wanna… see her all soaped up wet and…” Art continues.
“And…?” Patrick breathes.
“Fuck… can you… can we…do what we did after…”
Patrick smiles and nods even though Art likely can’t see him. He gets on his knees and Art scoots towards the edge of the bed. Patrick takes Art’s boxers down and starts sucking him off. touching himself the whole time.
“Mm fuck,” Art breathes.
He barely lasts 2 minutes before he’s filling Patrick’s mouth with so much jizz. Patrick swallows it down, while listening to Art moaning for him. All the hair on his arms standing up. He rests his head against Art’s thigh making quick work of himself, using part of the sheet to keep it from getting all over the floor.
Patrick settles where he is on the floor, breathless when he’s done. Looking up at the television like it was fucking nothing even though his heart is still racing.
Main character has moved so far away from the threesome fantasy. He’s now angsty and worried about his best friend who’s apparently being pursued by someone else. Some other more wholesome gay man. Patrick ponders rewinding but when he looks up at Art, he’s lying back on the bed, hand casually on the waistband of his boxers, tapping his bare feet on the floor just watching.
Patrick rubs Arts leg idly.
“Who’s this loser?” Art asks of the more wholesome gay man.
Patrick laughs. It’s exactly what he thought on his first watch through.
They end up watching the rest of the film. Again, it’s surprisingly more emotional than the premise (male hooker wants to fuck his roommates). Main character ends up learning to be more open about his feelings in his time chatting with the elder gay client. And the emotional part is hearing the elder gay man talk about what he went through to fall in love with his partner when it was much more taboo and unacceptable. And how even though they meet late in life they still lived such a full and happy life (if too short) before his partner passed. And main character’s roommate even gives him a chance and they go out on a date.
Art’s rubbing his eyes when it’s over.
Patrick gets back on the bed next to him. “That was nice right?”
Art’s clearly trying to hide his feelings so he just nods and when he feels okay to use his voice he says. “Seems kinda deep for you.”
“Well I can be deep,” Patrick smirks. He curls his fingers into Art’s hair. “I mean it’s cool right? They were happy.”
”I always wonder where they imagine movies like this to happen? San Francisco probably.” Art laughs, lightly. He looks away from Patrick and Patrick puts his hand back by his side.
“Well I think it could happen anywhere but good thing you're going to California soon.” Patrick says, just as light.
Art looks at him again and then looks at his lap. “I mean it wasn’t just her that made me feel…” he murmurs.
“Me too,” Patrick says.
“So I don’t know…I mean I’m not gay but…but maybe I’m something else…”
“I definitely am.”
Art sighs. “You make me something else.”
“Is that so bad?” Patrick asks.
Art rubs his hands on his thighs and then leans in and gives Patrick a kiss.
(Had to google if Netflix existed in 2006 😭😭 it did but they mailed dvds. Also I made Patrick lie. Movies definitely make you gay. Look what Challengers has done to me!!)
#challengers#challengers 2024#patrick zweig#art donaldson#tashi duncan#challengers fic#art x patrick#artrick#anon ask
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LMAOOO damn and here I thought I've canonically become c! Quackity 😔😔😔😔
No but yeah I suspected that was the case dw it was high-key hilarious
That being said I have to note: Quackity isn't coded as an abuse survivor. He's coded as an SA survivor, but the verbal and physical violence is literally canon, both implied off-screen and happening on-screen
Anyway no worries mate thanks for making my evening entertaining hope you're doing well :]
Oh btw like don't be scared to tag me like I might miss it cause I am notorious for missing notifications but like if I see it and I'll probably see it eventually I'll for sure enjoy it
(tw, implied SA)
I’m watching Les Misérables (the 2012 movie) and I’m just gonna say it
c!Quackity singing I Dreamed a Dream but it’s during the election arc / his marriage with Schlatt
I’m fucking crying
#and aww thank you I'm really glad you like my art :]]] <3#I've got a couple things I'm working on but i gotta finish some work and uni stuff before i actually finish them up#but yeah i should be able to post some fresh ontent soon-ish
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Surgery
In which the Drifter requests medical assistance from Eris Morn.
Now with art from @h3xxthev3xx !!!

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there
ACCESS: RESTRICTED DECRYPTION KEY: 7CP9SXMO2G$IKO-006 REP#: 062-DERELICT-AUDIO AGENT(S): AUN-326 SUBJ: RECENT VIP#1316 and ERI-223 INTERACTIONS - MULTIPLE RECORDINGS
RECORDING 77455.8 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
“Hey, Moondust!”
“What is it, Rat?”
“Serious question for you. I’ve been thinkin’-”
“A challenge for you, I’m sure.”
“Aww… you ruined it.”
“Ruined what?”
“Can’t tell you now. Maybe later.”
“Clearly it wasn’t that important.”
“Oh it was, but it can wait.”
“Speak plainly. What do you want?”
“Nope. Not telling you now. The moment is gone.”
[END TRANSCRIPT]
...
RECORDING 77456.4 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
“Hey, Three-Eyes.”
“I am returning your call. Your message said it was important.”
“Yeah, so, um… you do dissections, right? Cutting stuff up, like, medically? For science?”
“Generally, yes.”
“So you’d be good at using tweezers to pull bits of shrapnel out from being embedded in human flesh, right?”
“What have you done?”
“I was working on a grenade idea, more of a mine, really, and it worked! It worked real well, actually. I’m proud of it. Misjudged the range a bit, though. Made myself into a bit of a pincushion. Was wondering if you’d be willing to help me out.”
“You have a ghost. Use it.”
“Nope. Not gonna happen. But, if you’re busy, that’s fine. I’ll deal.”
“I… do you even have antiseptic there? Bandages?”
“Yeah, a bright light and tweezers too, just need you to be the hands.”
“I am on my way.”
[END TRANSCRIPT]
...
RECORDING 77456.5 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
“Ow.”
Plink.
“Do you prefer I stop?”
“Nope I prefer you keep going.”
“Then stop squirming.”
“It hurts.”
“You have punctured over one third of your body with foreign objects. Of course it hurts.”
“Ow.”
Plink.
“Upon cursory examination, that appears to be a shell casing.”
“Yeah I threw some in there. Ow.”
Plink.
“And this one… a finishing nail? From carpentry?”
“Yeah, tossed that in there too, whatever I had lying around, really. Ow.”
“A metal screw. Not pointed. For fastening metal, most likely, but rather small. From electronics, perhaps?”
Plink.
“Probably. I wasn’t paying much attention when I stuffed the thing. Oh dammit.”
“This one is curved and deeply embedded. I am trying to be gentle but if I do not pull it out, it is just going to work its way in deeper. It looks like broken glass.”
“Yeah I put some of that in there too. Ah shit. Fuck!”
“I have extracted it.”
Plink.
“That was probably the worst one. Just a few more and this leg will be done. Do you need a break?”
“Nope. Let’s get it over with.”
“I would let you squeeze my hand through the pain, but I need both of mine to remove what you’ve done to yourself.”
“Yeah, I know, thought’s real sweet though. Sweeter than you normally are. You must feel sorry for me. Ugh.”
Plink.
“Have you decided whether or not you will ask me what you were going to ask me before?”
“Nope. Now is definitely not the time. Ow.”
Plink.
“I am curious as to what has you so reserved. You are not normally bashful.”
“Ow.”
Plink.
“I don’t… I don’t even know what that means. But that hurts.”
“I spoke too soon. This one is another that is much deeper than expected. You are bleeding quite a bit. I recommend we stop.”
“Is that the last one?”
“In this leg, yes. I have not yet examined the rest of you.”
“Get it outta me.”
“Can I convince you to reconsider your ghost?”
“No. You take it out or I will.”
“The cleanest way to remove this will be to cut it out of you.”
“Then do that.”
“Why are you so stubborn about this?”
“Because I am.”
“Will you at least get your ghost to give you something for the pain? I am hurting you considerably.”
“No.”
“What about alcohol?”
“I have plenty of that, yeah.”
“Where is it?”
“Second door on the left, back cupboard up high has the strong stuff.”
“Do you have a preference?”
“Whiskey.”
“In a glass?”
“Nah. This ain’t a glass kinda situation.”
“I will return.”
[END TRANSCRIPT]
...
RECORDING 77456.6 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
“I told you I didn’t need a glass, Moondust.”
“This is for me, when I’m done. The rest of the bottle is yours.”
“I mean, the whole thing is mine, but fine, Doctor Three-Eyes, you can take your cut.”
“I shall, and the alcohol too. Now drink some of that while I clean up the rest of you and prepare the incision site.”
“You say such sexy things when you’re working. What? What’s that look for?”
“You are not normally this careless. What actually happened?”
“I am not in the habit of lying to you, Moondust. In fact, I don’t even know if I can. You see through everything. I do not think I have ever successfully convinced you something was true when it was not.”
“You are not in the habit of lying to anyone. You simply do not state the full truth, constantly deflect conversations, and allow people to believe whatever they want to be true without ever correcting them. It is what makes your methods of deception so effective.”
“You… you really do know me, Moondust. Ain’t no one ever been able to get in my head like you. Ow!”
“Drink more. You are still too sensitive for me to proceed.”
“Get me drunk, in a compromising position, and then stick things into me. I see how it is.”
“Keep insinuating that I’d behave in such a manner as to take advantage of you and you will be left to extract this distorted… spring? on your own.”
“I’m sorry. That was actually out of line. I trust you more than anyone. You know that. I was trying to make a joke and worded that way wrong. Didn't come out as flirty as it did in my head.”
“You are in considerable pain. “
“Don't forget the blood loss.”
“Drink more alcohol you… clumsy fool.”
“That has to be one of the gentlest insults you’ve ever thrown at me. You are being nice to me. What I was trying to say before was more that you are at this point literally trying to get me drunk. I might say anything.”
“Any confessions of undying love will not be held against you when you are sober.”
“Well there goes that plan out the window. How am I supposed to tell you of my undying love so you won't believe me when I'm drunk and I can deny it later if you don't feel the same way so it isn't awkward?”
“I have faith in your ability to be forthright and lewd without chemical assistance. And you have yet to show any reservations about being awkward in my presence so I doubt that is an issue. Also, drink.”
“Yes ma'am. Oh shit that stings.”
“Disinfectant usually does.”
“So let's say, hypothetically, I was truly madly deeply hopelessly in love with you, what would be the best way to go about getting you to love me back? Hypothetically.”
“Let me see the bottle. Not enough. Drink. Hypothetically, your premise is flawed, rendering the logic of the entire question unanswerable.”
“Come again?”
“There is an inherent assumption in what you have asked, hypothetically, which would itself be, again hypothetically, incorrect.”
“And what's that?”
“The assumption that I do not care for you already.”
“Wait what?”
“More. Drink.”
“Did you just say what I think you just said?”
“I said nothing. We were speaking hypothetically.”
“Ah, because I could have sworn you said you love me. Totally am starting to feel a buzz though so that may have been wishful thinking on my part.”
“Clearly someone who shows up in the middle of the night to remove foreign objects from your flesh because you are too stubborn to get help from your ghost does not have any affection for you in the slightest. You obviously imagined that. Do you have scissors?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I'm cutting off your pants.”
“Now I know I'm dreaming.”
“Hmmm…”
[END TRANSCRIPT]
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RECORDING 77456.8 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
“Are you ready?”
“Ready as I'll ever be to have a beautiful woman scar me for life.”
“You have more than one life. This is a non-issue.”
“Point.”
“I am beginning now.”
“Fuck.”
“Pausing for a moment here. I've got the object. I have a mostly clear path to pull it free.”
“Ok.”
“I'm going to have to wiggle it. This will be painful.”
“Eris Morn, mistress of pain, I submit to your will. Hurt me you beautiful three eyed witch.”
“Is it the alcohol or the pain that's making you so eloquent?”
“Probably both, plus that undying love.”
“Hold on to something that is not me. Three… two… one...”
[INTERMITTENT SCREAMING 43 SECONDS]
“Did you just freeze my ass with stasis?”
“To stop the bleeding, yes. You have needle and thread?”
“Yeah desk over there, bottom drawer.”
“And I'll find a pot within which to boil water within your kitchen area?”
“Yeah.”
“A clean pot?”
“I ain’t the one that leaves a burned wok lying around unusable for a month. I use my pots. They’re all clean. Trust.”
“Be still until I return.”
“You’ve got me frozen to the table. I couldn't move if I wanted to.”
“You're a resourceful creature. I'm sure you'd find a way if you wished to be free, but please don't.”
“I'm staying put. You say stay, I stay.”
[END TRANSCRIPT]
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RECORDING 77456.8 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
“You keep doin sweet gentle stuff like brushing your chin against the top of my head like that I’m gonna start thinking you like me or something.”
“It is difficult to express reassurance to you any other way when my hands are coated in your blood.”
“If I’m good will you nuzzle my head again? Or is it if I wiggle? What gets me more head nuzzles, Moondust?”
“Be still, Rat. You are messing up my stitches.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re weirdly good at sewing human flesh?”
“No, but I accept the compliment.”
“It barely even hurts where you’re sewing. You really are good.”
“Thank the alcohol.”
“I’m thanking you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You know, there ain’t no one else I trust like this.”
“I know. It is an honour to have your trust. One I do not take lightly. I know how rarely it is given.”
“If by rarely, you mean pretty much not at all, yeah.”
“Are you going to tell me what you were going to ask me?”
“Now’s really not the time.”
“I think we have cleansed the last of your blood off of most surfaces and ourselves.”
“You patched me up real good. You make a fine surgeon.”
“Usually my subjects are not still alive.”
“You gonna stay and finish that drink?”
“I had forgotten. Yes. I shall. But first would you like help to your bed?”
“You and me in my bed? I like this.”
“Avoid putting weight on that side. You can, and will, rip the stitches if you exert it too much before you’ve healed.”
“I like this side of you, all sweet and nurturing. If I’d known you’d be this nice to me I’d… nah that was stupid and I won’t be doing that again.”
“Thank you.“
“Still proud of how well it exploded though. Gonna give some of them to Devrim to put around the farm. Should very effectively shred anything that comes to mess with the civilians. I really didn’t think I was in range. You know how careful I am.”
“I know. Sit. I will return.”
“You gonna come back and cuddle me? I’d like that.”
“No, but if you wish, I will sit with you while I finish my drink.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
"I'd expect nothing less"
[SILENCE 8.25 MINUTES]
“Woman of my dreams, bringing me the bottle after putting me to bed. You really are the best, Three-Eyes.”
“Sit up.”
“Ok. Oh hello. You let me lie in your lap like this, you must feel sorry for me.”
“No. There is nowhere else to sit.”
“I disagree, this is half-way to cuddling right here. You like me. Ain’t no one sit like this with someone they don’t like.”
“I sewed your skin. That’s considerably more testament to me liking you than this, and this is at least comfortable for both of us.”
“It’s real nice. ‘Specially when you touch my face like that.”
“Hmmm…”
“I propose a toast.”
“To?”
“Why, to the most excruciating and intimate experience you and I have shared to date. The night Eris Morn sewed up the Drifter after he blew himself up.”
Clink.
“Hmmm…”
“You like it?”
“It tastes like… wood and paint thinner.”
“That’s just the first few sips. Flavour changes as you go.”
“Hmmm…”
“You should visit my bed more often, Moondust, it’s nice.”
“If you wish I will return tomorrow and change the bandages to make sure you aren’t getting infected.”
“I’d like that. You know… you could… stay.”
“And sleep with you in your bed?”
“Yeah. Don’t tell me that doesn’t sound real nice to you too. Not when you’re running your fingertips through my hair like that, like you’re already considering it.”
“Perhaps now is the time to ask me what you were going to ask me?”
“You sure those eyes don’t give you mind reading powers?”
“One does not need to read your mind, when they can read your body language, and between the lines of what comes out of your lips. You have not been discrete.”
“No, I have not. But, if you already know what I was going to ask you, what’s your answer then?”
[SILENCE 3.75 MINUTES]
“That… is worth getting blowed up for.”
“Please do not. Multiple lacerations and shrapnel from improvised explosive devices are not a prerequisite for my affection.”
“Can you let me know what the pre-”
“The pre-”
“The p-”
“You know, Moondust, it’s been a very long time, literally longer than I can remember, since someone was able to make my head spin with just a few kisses.”
“That is more likely being caused by a combination of shock, blood loss and alcohol.”
“Nah. Had all three lots of times. This is all you.”
“You’re trembling.”
“Yeah, it happens.”
“Let me get you under the blankets.”
“I ain’t cold. It’s just you feel so good. You feel so fucking good. Wait, where you going?”
“To take off my boots. Move over and get under the covers so that I may join you.”
“Oh hell yeah, you’re just making all my dreams come true right now.”
“Be careful of your stitches or you’ll bleed all over both of us and your bed.”
“Worth it.”
“Behave yourself or I will leave.”
“Yes ma’am. Ah shit, Eris, I can’t handle how soft and warm you are when I’m this drunk. I’m gonna cry.”
“You are inebriated and injured and I am choosing to stay. Alcohol induced emotional outbursts are to be expected and are a reflection of your trust, which is precious to me. I consider it an honour to hold you as you cry.”
[END TRANSCRIPT]
#destiny 2#the drifter#eris morn#moonrat#drifteris#the drifter/eris morn#drifter/eris#ao3#fanfiction#writing#moonrat radio#surgery#imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese#cs member writing
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Characters & Book Recommendations
•Hide wouldn't refer to himself as a "reader", but he isn't allergic to books. He'll mostly be aware of trending titles, but will also read some super obscure stuff.
Go to him for: trending books, self-help/improvement, manga, Hide's Current Obsession Of The Week ™️
•Nishiki is a "I don't read books because I have to read lots already for university 😒" fella. He sneers at fiction.
Go to him for: boringass science books, textbooks, journals
•Of course Rize is on the list! Her taste is diverse, and having a keen mind and a lot of curiosity, she is going to read Most Genre's, with the exception of graphic novels. She isn't going to lend you a book though. Buy your own.
Go to her for: translated literature, thrillers, horror, classics
•Akira is a tricky one. I think she'd read more books if she had the time. Has a tbr list as long as her arm. Very picky with fiction. Has a general knowledge of many books.
Go to her for: non-fiction, social commentary *disclaimer*:: whilst she can recommend books, keep in mind she likely hasn't read them... And she doesn't need to to form an opinion.
•If Banjou is reading a book, it's probably something that is either: 1). Really important. 2). Really good.
Go to him for: Look, he needs the encouragement and support, so go to him to just show interest and be kind, yeah?
• Eto: seriously?
Go to her for: [maybe go to Sen for this, in public] Anything, even her shopping list is going to be a banger
•Saiko reads! She'll read when she has breaks between gaming. She'll happily lend you a book too.
Go to her for: manga and light novels, graphic novels, YA, horror
•How can you not ask Shuu for book recommendations? He's transcended being A Reader, and is A Bibliophile. He has his own library. With a cherry picker. He'll also lend out books (but not the "nice" books. He has dedicated crappy paperbacks that he'll lend out to people like you and me. Doesn't even care/notices if he gets them back. You're welcome.)
Go to him for: free books, translated literature, classics, horror, contemporary, social commentary, poetry, science fiction, basically anything except romantasy. Do not get him started on that.
•Of course Kaneki is on the list! This is self-explanatory. What I will say about him, is he is hesitant to lend out books for two very important reasons: 1). They are incredibly precious to him. 2). He annotates them, so it's kinda like reading his diary. Aww. He'll probably buy you a copy if you're that keen.
Go to him for: anything, you can't go wrong. Go to him and ask for book recs even if you don't need them; it's worth it to watch him come to life and talk about something he truly loves.
•Do you like fucked up books? Books which can only be self-published and sold online? Books where you have to take breaks for your own well-being? Ones that'll make you never want to eat again for fear of vomiting because of what you've just read?
Go to Uta for: the above 👆 and art books.
#I saw a post yesterday I think by @eltheabberation about “a blank of blank and blank”#And that's what inspired this so thank you#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul:re#tg#nishiki nishio#ken kaneki#uta#tsukiyama shuu#saiko yonebayashi#eto yoshimura#sen takatsuki#banjou kazuichi#akira mado#rize kamishiro#hideyoshi nagachika
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Digimon World: Dusk (AKA Digimon Story Moonlight) - Final Thoughts
Another Digimon game done and dusted, woohoo! I finally played the game that JaidenAnimations made a video about (kinda). I definitely enjoyed it more than her, but I get her frustrations at the same time. Navigation was pretty ridiculous and most of the game was dumb side quests. Even though it expanded on the first Digimon Story game a bit, I definitely preferred Digimon World DS for its simplicity. I did really dig the aesthetics of this one though (pink and purple ftw!)
While a lot of the gameplay was tedious, all of the stuff I appreciated from the first game are still here. Great pixel art, fun digivolving mechanics, cool bosses, and a colorful world to explore. Overall, I thought it was a good time. Maybe it helped that I went in fully knowing what to expect and already understanding how to play?
Notes:
For a series called Digimon "Story" the story is always the weakest part. Like...what even was this story? It seemed like all of the usual nonsense to me. Every single digimon villain wants to rewrite the world and awaken the ultimate digimon yadda yadda yadda. The annoying thing in this one were all the weird inscrutable words they used. Of course I didn't write these down, but I remember at some point they wanted me to find the "D WORD" and I had no idea wtf a d word was nor did they ever explain it. Also, they suddenly called me a "real being" at the end which felt weird cuz it was the first time they used that phrase. The villain also mentioned "digi entelecheia" once or twice and I had completely forgotten what that was (okay maybe that one's my bad lol). Also, the city is always called "CITY" (in all caps) for no apparent reason. Just weird quirky stuff that had me confused for the majority of the game.
I didn't connect to a single character and completely forgot about Phascomon's existence until he popped up at the end. (I literally thought, "Who is that, this game's mascot or something?") The dialogue was kind of funny because the characters were constantly saying "we could try to solve this problem ourselves, but [player character] is so much better than us at everything, let's just let her do it" lol. Thanks guys...
Due to translation error, one dude kept misgendering me lol (called me "he" every time he spoke).
The animation of the main character going "aww shucks" whenever people gassed her up was really cute and I looked forward to it every time.
This game is actually HUGE. Kind of annoyingly so. There were all those random dark areas that I never really explored because I wasn't sure what the point of them was. I think there was also some kind of coliseum (maybe?) but I skipped that as well. There are also wifi connection features which are required for completionists which is kinda shitty nowadays.
Plenty of new digimon designs for me to enjoy. Really enjoyed Lunamon's digivolution line (hell yeah, Dianamon!). It was fun having a "dark" party for once. All of the giant bosses looked amazing too.
Although navigating this game was harder than it was in Digimon World DS, the game felt easier battle-wise. It's probably just due to all the built in grinding, but I beat the final bosses very easily. Of course, it helps that it's easy to become very rich and buy 99 of every item you need. I don't think I lost a single battle once.
This game introduced jogress digivolution but I simply never used it. I don't like just randomly combining digimon when I don't need to. If I was to 100% the game I may have experimented though.
One thing I missed from the first game was that you couldn't regress to the lowest digivolution for the best results anymore, you could only go back one digivolution at a time. I found this less satisfying, but I could see others seeing it as a plus.
The end credits that have you and your digimon parading by were very cute. That's always a nice touch. It was funny seeing my wimpy farm digimon that I never used included in the bunch.
Maybe I missed something but I wish the game had more equipment? Once you get to level 40 the options seemed pretty limited for some digimon types.
The interruptions of the farm report and digimon always getting new attacks got kind of annoying after awhile. I guess you wouldn't want to miss out on better attacks, but I wish the option to manage them was tucked away in a menu that you can pull up later instead of popping up after a battle. (Oh and getting a pop up to rename your digimon every time you digivolve...)
I missed being rewarded with tamer levels just for progressing through the story. I actually ended this game as a "normal tamer." I believe getting higher than that involves more fetch quests....I'm good for now.
I was pretty proud that I had a decent amount of mega-level digis at the end there. You can form some really badass parties in this game.
Wish I could teleport to 2007 and play this game with a friend who had Dawn so we could trade 🥺
Despite my gripes, I think this game has a lot going for it for the more hardcore Digimon fans that are willing to put up with some tedium. The eye candy alone made it worth it. I give it a 6 out of 10.
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So loving. So soft touch. Such a vibrant etherial color palate you used. Good stuff <3
(For the record I thought about doing this/adapting your drawing into digital art BEFORE I received the barrage of notifications you had swung at me lmfao. So contrary to usual this isn’t directly an act of revenge on my part…although getting all those messages certainly amplified my drive to return favors lol. How dare you be nice to me smh now you must get rocket launched with fanart /j)
WHAT.
NO WAY.
NO SNICK SNATCHIN WAY
This is SO BEAUTIFUL
and it really captures that emotion I was trying to convey(lazily at that lol)
Surrounded by a feeling of total and complete comfort of one’s whole self and being loved for it (for both parties).
Fear is far far away…
That all wrapped up in the scent of lavender and something.. fruity?
Anywho this is so satisfying to look at
The purples blues and pinks
The soft glow of the outline..
Aww yeah…
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
Your art and especially animations I find so good it baffles me how much effort you put into them
Do be sure to rest and take care of your needs too.
And I’m sure that involves the silly tv guy. But nothing too strenuous okay?
Maybe give him a good hug and let him know how much you love him :3
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Hello! I saw your requests were open (Though please don't feel pressured to write anything!) and I wanted to see what your take was on a prompt I got reminded of a while ago—How would L react to finding out that his s/o wrote songs/poetry about him? Stumbling upon their crouched over figure as they're writing away and stuff,,,, them not noticing his presence untill they pause to stretch and their hand just barely brushes against him and getting embarrassed by the possibility L read the lyrics/proses that were written for him. I just think it's cute,lol. Thank you!
[aww anon that is such a cute idea! This is a lovely request, I don't feel pressured. I'm grateful you asked! Hope I do this justice! (Aha get it—yeah I'll show myself out)]
An artist's concentration is nothing to be reckoned with. To the outside observer, they'll take note of the bubble you've made for yourself that doesn't perform in being perceived.
Subtle expressions in your face, a posture that could give a shrimp a run for its money.
L doesn't have any shame to observe this in full capacity. It's fascinating what the mind needs to settle on in order to execute its full potential of creativity. Seeing it in you reminds him somewhat of him as he would do thinking through investigations.
It's a tell of quality work being made.
Of course, he must know at least an idea of what it is. A quiet man in general, has a talent of walking by without a trace at times. Staying close is another thing. He'll be inevitability spotted. Is it worth the cost of interrupting your flow? Well, he just wants a peak.
So he creeps a bit closer to you, close enough to see the words of what you're writing on. And yet he did not seem to take into calculation he would be spotted because you decided to take a coincidentally timed stretch break. Foiled.
"Hello, ____," he'd say, to at least be somewhat polite.
No surprise you're a bit embarrassed to him. That's awful personal work he was looking over it seems. L can't help it too much though. Curiosity killed the cat, as they'll say.
"Might I ask what you're writing about?"
No, he hardly took enough in to understand what it was about, is what he'd reassure. It was honest. He didn't have too much time but for the mind to catch the filler words and a few others, but not enough to make a full understanding.
Being confessed to that it was about him, is something else he failed to calculate. Why, he's thoroughly surprised. To have a muse found in him? One of the highest honors of knowing an artist?
"____, I'm very flattered. I didn't know you...saw me in an artisic light..."
The words being an entire understatement. Art stands the testaments of time throughout the world. Being the subject of it leaves him short of words. And you're embarrassed? No, you shouldn't be, what are you embarrassed about?
It's endearing to him.
He's more than eager to ask if he can read what you have. What could the eyes of a poet see in him he might have missed?
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hey! They already asked you but I don't know if you forgot hehe, what are the mbti of Clora and Sebastian? 😸
OK, I FINALLY HAVE AN ANSWER!! took me a hot minute to figure out sebs, but after reading all the pages and comparing, i do think entp fits him the best. also i saw this picture on pinterest about a relationship between isfj and entp and its so true, esp the "do not listen to each other's advice, still get each other out of trouble" LMFAO. also the 'protecting isfj at all costs' 🥺🥺🥺im soft. (ALSO DONT COME AT ME I KNOW I SPELLED KNOWLEDGEABLE WRONG IM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT😭) OKAY!! and its been a while so i'll be using this ask to reply to a buncha others🙏🙏
my fanfic does follow the plot of the game, but with sebastian added to every sidequest/story mission. and then from around the third (niamh's) trial, it starts to branch more into (mostly all) original stuff!^^
yes actually LMAO, clora's lawley-slap wasn't even planned. but as i was writing it i started to get so offended on her behalf i was like GIRL, SLAP THIS BITCH🤬 so she did😇😇 id say its normal, yeah! even tho i stick to my outlines, a lot of what happens just kinda happens without my prior planning as i begin to write bahaha, especially dialogue scenes.
aw, im glad u like my blog so much and that it can help u even in the smallest of ways 😭thank u!!💖💖
BAHAHA AWW TYY IM GLAD U LIKE IT SO MUCH!! i saw u re-reading it recently on wattpad and ur comments always have me dying. also im just gonna address your other ask here in this one, but as u know seb has now met mr.clemons, and you 10000% nailed the dynamic between seb and clora's dad LMFAOO, they will absolutely bond over disagreeing with how careless she is and wanting to protect her/stressing over her LOOL. ty again for all ur messages, i love seeing how much u love my art/fic😭💖
OMG u are so right i need to draw this
also god idk....following the sebinis example, i guess they'd be...sebora?? reminds me of sephora LMAO. ive also had someone call them "alliteration shipping" which i think is so cute BAHAHA. HONESTLY PPL CAN JUST SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT, i aint picky.
oh god its been too long since ive read the books (tho i do really wanna re-read them esp in the winter) but my fav movie is half blood prince, just because i love all the ron/hermione moments and the highschool drama BAHAHA. what do u mean harry potter isnt a romcom??? ok and last but DEFS not least
THE UNHINGED ENERGY OF THIS ASK CRACKED ME UP SO MUCH WHEN U SENT IT BAHAHAH, couldnt even fit the whole thing in my screenshot. IM GLAD U LIKED/HATED THE CHAP, and also your pfp just makes everything you say funnier, i love it LMAOOO. ty🙏🙏
#ask#ALSO SEB AND CLORA BEING DEFENDER AND DEBATOR IS AN ALLITERATION it was meant to be......#i go from drawing filthy smut to a wholesome mbti pic of the two of them awww#the duality of man#choccyart
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Hello! I am curious what is Marìanne's relationship with Rocky? Also what is her opinion or relationship with the Lackadaisy crew? Does she have any thoughts about them and what is her job exactly?
Does Marìanne have a family? Does she knows about the Marigold?
That's all l could think of, by the way your oc is so pretty and I love that she has snake fangs (I do have another lacka oc that's base on a sliver fox and snake.).
Have a good day/Night!
AHH! Hello! Thank you for the Ask! ❤️ and thank you, she’s my lil snake (even if she denies it) and that’s awesome! I love your art style and how you draw your ocs, they’re all so pretty 🥺❤️ Below gonna drop as much lore as I can! (Of course it might change because my brain likes to keep adding on 🥲)
This is gonna be two separate parts just to space things out! Let’s start with some Maríanne stuff!
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MARÍ’S FAMILY:
Has an older brother with a 12 year age gap, his name is Estefan Villanueva (his name was changed it might change again). He took care of Maríanne when she was much younger. When he got older he found himself a husband with a kid. His future husband helped him raise Maríanne along with his own child.
Her parents are out of commission. It didn’t end well for them. Maríanne thinks about them sometimes but was mostly raised by her brother.
There are some extended family members in Mexico but some died during the revolution. But she has some aunts, uncles, and cousins still kicking!
MARÍ’S JOB:
Oh, yeah, it fluctuates. When she first arrived at Lackadaisy, she started working at the Daisy’s Cafe as a waitress. Taught Ivy the ropes when she came to work there.
Then to keep her mind busy, she becomes Mordecai’s assistant and does a bit of accounting (mostly in her head).
At the same time she starts to work out again and regains her strength, she catches the attention of Atlas. He put her as a trigger man but she always got hurt because she refuses to kill the enemies with a gun (this mentality won’t last forever) and only fights with her fists. She really tries Mordecai’s patience.
The last straw was when she took in a rival gang member and that’s when Mordecai insisted that she doesn’t join their trigger man ventures anymore. Of course, she is still brought along as extra muscle but only for negotiations, but she just cooks books with Mordecai for the most part.
DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT MARIGOLD?
Oh yeah. Yeah she does. When she finds about Mordecai joining them and betraying Lackadaisy, she’s pissed. Once she finds him, she tackles the hell out of him. After almost killing each other, they talked things out like civilized people (if pointing a shotgun and pistol at each other was civilized). They soon made a deal and allied with each other.
Onto her relationships!!
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MARÍ’S RELATIONSHIPS/THOUGHTS Pt. 1:
Rocky 🎪🎭🎻:
As part of my “The Rattlesnake and the Jester” AU, they met on the road. After a few coincidences of meeting each other while Maríanne was traveling to Florida, they decided to stick with each other because why not, better than being alone. They do split off but not my by choice. Once they find each other again at Lackadaisy it was a joyous day!
They have a close relationship, always getting into trouble with each other. Performing together on the streets almost everyday made them in synch with each other, it frightens a lot of people when they mimic each other perfectly or say the same sentences at the same time. Chaotic in the streets and chaotic on the dance floors. Swear up and down, they can communicate telepathically by squishing their foreheads together. Their love is a little codependent (totally won’t backfire) but it’s a good one.
They act so stupid and goofy when they’re together, so much so it makes people underestimate them. Together they’re a dynamic duo and can swindle people in a heart beat with their combined charm. One moment you’re like “aww look how stupid they are” and next thing you know, whoops! Your wallet is gone. 🔥Partners in crime!🔥
Her first impressions of him: “He’s cute, funny, charismatic, weird, talkative, but I like it. I love hearing his frantic rambles and poetry, even though I don’t understand the bigger English words.”
Current thoughts: “I will die and fight for him (yep they’re getting together). I still think of him the same way but I understand his rambles now. I like joining in his chaos but I will pull it back once it gets too dangerous or it risks other people’s lives. He’s my safe space and wherever he goes, I follow. I don’t want to lose him again. “
Mordecai 🔪⏱️🔫:
Her mentor (Mordecai never agrees with it but it’s the truth). Back in New York, Marianne’s brother owned a shelter/soup kitchen where Mordecai and his family stopped by from time to time. Marianne’s brother hired Mordecai to be his accountant once he got to know him. Baby Maríanne always followed Mordecai around when he came to the shelter and watched him work. Despite being annoyed by this clingy little child, he’d let her watch because she stayed quiet.
During their prime lackadaisy era, it was no different. Maríanne would come into his office and watch him work or even help him (or tries to, she just ends up being more of an unpaid secretary instead of a fellow accountant cuz Mordecai is very picky).
First Thoughts-“I admire him and I aspire to be like him (people often wonder why). I try to adopt his menacing and stoic demeanor, but it never works. Next best thing is trying to be as agile and quick thinking as him. I really trusts in his advice and judgement. Often finding myself looking to him for answers but I’m not afraid to question them. He keeps me grounded and I’m grateful for the amount of times he kept my mind busy with work. Better than dwelling on the past. Occasionally, I fear him and fear for him. I don’t understand how he can be so cruel but I’m jealous on how quickly he can turn off his emotions. How does he sleep at night?”
Current thoughts: “Can I still trust him?”
Note- Think of Athena and Odysseus from Epic the Musical
Zib and the band🎺🎷🥁🎹🎻:
She loves them. They’ve helped her get through her toughest days and always went to them on her break. They’d sing and dance with each other to the annoyance of most. They f e e d into her gambling addiction (always tempted to gamble her house keys, cuz she believes she’s that good) and she always plays poker with the band. For fun she often plays their instruments, always reaching the trumpet more (iykyk). Marí always hangs with them until Mordecai has to drag her by the scruff to bring her back to work.
She’d mostly do some late night drinking with Zib and they both just wallow in self pity together. ✨Depressed drinking buddies✨ She’d often go to him to learn more about poetry and (before their reunion) would ask him to explain Rocky’s poems to her.
First Thoughts: “They’re fun! I understand why Mordecai refers to them as “lazy hooligans” but I always finds them as a place of peace to let loose. A bunch of talented cool cats! Deep down I want to sing with them on stage but the dance floor just calls to me.
Current thoughts: “They deserve better.”
Viktor 🔧⚒️🛻:
A friend but only talks to him on occasion. She know that Viktor pities her but she doesn’t take it to heart. Marí slightly fears him but sees him as a place to run when they’re creepy men tailing her.
First Thoughts: “Tall. Tall scary fluffy man. I find him incredibly intimidating but I want to be as strong as him. His unwavering strength encouraged me to get strong again. I always feel tempted to ask him to throw me at the enemies. Like a surprise attack! But he’d probably stare at me. I’m definitely going to use his stare as a negotiation tactic.”
Current thoughts: “I pity him.”
Sorry for the long post! Second part coming later today!
#been waiting for someone to ask me this#lackadaisy#lackadaisy oc#lackadaisy ocs#part one! Cuz school#thank you for asking!#oc#lackadaisy cats#maríanne villanueva#lackaoc#lackadaisy rocky rickaby#mordecai heller#viktor lackadaisy#lackadaisy mordecai#dorian zibowski#lackadaisyoc#marianne villanueva oc#boozecats#oc x canon#lore dump
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okay so i age dreamed (or regressed? maybe?)
and i wanna talk about some things i noticed :3 (basically i wanna yap)
1. i procrastinate regressing like crazy and i never knew why until last night and its for 2 reasons. 1, regressing is… kinda boring? i don’t mean that in a bad way its just regressing (at least for me) is very slow and simple and when you watch yt videos and tiktoks from when you wake up to when you go to sleep thats gonna be boring for you.
and 2. i don’t really know what to do when i regress? i could play with toys, or dooble, or color, or play video games, or watch shows, theres just a lot of options for what i can do and i have trouble picking what to do (i feel like a fix for this could be asking my agere friend beforehand what i should do or what i should draw or play because without someone telling me what i should do i just don’t really know where to start…)
3. i can sort of regress? i guess? i don’t know if this is actually regressing but i noticed it while i was playing with calico critters and i thought “oh em gee my head is empty! no thoughts!” and then immediately after that i started getting bombarded with adult thoughts like “CUSSWORDS‼️‼️‼️ DRUGS‼️‼️‼️ VIOLENCE‼️‼️‼️” and then i thought “aww my head empty streak :(“
but yeah i’m not sure if that head empty feeling is regressing and if it is it only happens at most for a few minutes for me
4.i can’t watch super energetic or older-then-10 audience shows because then i focus on them too much, which doesn’t seem bad but if the show is an older kids show i’m gonna have older thoughts which i don’t want when regressing, so stuff like adventure time or amazing world of gumball or other teen shows like that might be off the table
5. i mentioned before how i can’t really pick what to do when regressing but i also can’t pick what to draw, i’ll draw like one of two things then start doodling then get bored because i have little art block and i dunno what to draw so i guess i need like suggestions or prompts on what to draw or else it just won’t be very fun
anyway thats all i’ve noticed, most of these happen when i try to regress from the procrastination to the not knowing what to draw to where the longest i’ve regressed is like… half an hour maybe? maybe one hour? but yeah any tips for these are appreciated ig
#age dreaming#age regression#sfw agere#sfw age dreamer#agere blog#noncom agere#sfw little stuff#sfw age regression#age regressor#agere community
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Marina: I'm guessing all my stuff got thrown out after I deserted the octarian army?
Acht: Yeah. It's probably in a trash compacter somewhere.
Marina: Oh...
Marina: ;_;
Acht, Pearl, Eight: .........
-> SPLATOON 4 PROBABALY
Marina: WHAT DO YOU MEAN EIGHT AND PEARL ARE IN THE OCTOVALLEY TRASH COMPACTOR??????
Acht: Calm down, they're perfectly safe.
Eight, texting frantically: 👋👀��⏰💣📉🦑🐙🍳💥🚩🚩
Acht: We have everything under control.
Pear, over the radio: YO ACHT! GAMEPLAN 'surprise her' IS A F***ING NO GO- CAN YOU ASK MARINA TO HACK THE MURDER DUMPSTER BEFORE THIS F***ING THING F***ING KILL-AMARIS OUT INKANTATIONS!??!?!?!
Acht, handing Marina the computer: If you'll just cancel this delete all order someone accidentally triggered, we will have everything under control.
Marina, typing frantically: if anyone gets hurt from this im throwing you in after them and then i am going to CRY
Acht: ....if anyone gets hurt, starting now, you mean? Or if they were hurt during any part of this?
Marina: .....
-> Into the Octovalley Trash Compactor
Pearl: What the- Acht?? What're YOU doin' down here? I thought you were clamming tight to the security beat!
Acht: Marina decided I needed some fresh air.
Eight: ?
Acht: Yes I know the air here is anything but fresh. It's a metaphor.
Pearl: Yeah? A metaphor for what?
Acht: For Marina being angry with me, and at her own inability to come in here herself to help you while also hacking the system. So I'm on an active security detail today.
Pearl: Ohhhhh....
Pearl: ....she fo' real tossed you in the trash huh?
Marina, over the radio: It's in an enclosed space, so they should be perfectly fine with it~
Pearl: BWAAHAHAA!
Eight: 🤣👏👌
Acht: Once again Eight, I'm sorry for selecting the "compress files" option. I didn't realize it was.... literal.
Eight: 👍
Pearl: COD MARINA THAT'S SO FLIPPING FRESH! GO OFF MY QUEEN!!!
Marina: Aww Pearlie~ I'd rather be your princess~
Pearl: Hey yo, watch it now!
Pearl: Queen of my heart, don't even let her start- I'm climbing to her tower on each and every hour- you know she a work of art, cracking all your codes apart- nothing you can do to wow her- she turn the tables, got the power- no, no one can ever best her, oh I'd die to be her jester!
Marina: P-Pearlie...
Pearl: But if she wants a knight instead-? Yo it goes straight to my head! WHOA this princess holds the crown, ain't no one EVER take her down-!
Acht: They can't seriously always be like this?
Eight: ....
Acht: I see.
Acht: Marina, please select the compress files option.
#splatoon 3#pearlina#acht mizuta dedf1sh#agent eight#marina ida#pearl houzuki#incorrect quotes#three ppl who want to protect marina at all costs and the constant headache they're giving her as they do it XD#or 3 ppl stuck in a room listening to pearlina flirt#again
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reply roundup!
@solar-cr0ss has added an image description to [soup], and @scarlet-bee has added an image description to [vameltimes]! thank you both!
also the [collector club] carries on (US residents can sign up through [patreon]), and the youtube captions I spent all of february on are now on the [brbavrai] video :)
on [squish] @nexus-nebulae left some lovely tags that for sure make me feel understood, thanks y'all! I'm glad you're also headed in the right direction for you.
@icannotgetoverbirds asked: oh my GOD this blog is EXCELLENT. hell yes. also by any pronouns do you mean any as in he she or they are all equally fine or does that include neopronouns and does it include objectself pronouns?
so like most people have pronouns that "fit" right, and I've just never found any that are quite right for me. so I might as well open it up to a free-for-all, whatever you feel like! while I don't feel like I fully Get neopronouns and stuff, I have zero objections to them being used for me. (or, obviously, for people who personally identify with them!) (also thank you lol)
on [string cheese] @ceylonsilvergirl said: even Kirby strings his cheese. dude could just vacuum it up, And he still strings it
well yeah dude if you don't string it it's not string cheese. it's just cheese.
on [comfytown] @kingdedede8 said: can i come
hell yeah dude anyone can be a resident of comfytown, you just gotta get so comfy cozy with your blankets and suchlike.
on a [reblob] @artsy-dreamer helpfully explained that it's likely a reference to the end of spring breeze from super star! thanks for the clarification :)
on [frog] @demifiendcruithne said: this. is the war cry. of a very. angry. gorb.
yes that is exactly the video I was thinking of! there are others available these days ofc but my wife always puts that particular one on when I'm upset cuz it cheers me up -u-
on [frog] @joekingv1 said: *gently pets the tiny frog while wondering if they both have read Cat Cafe Comics*
they have not, but the art style looks pretty cute!
on [supernatural] @joekingv1 said: *hands baby a note about Osaka officially becoming a teacher in Yotsuba*
aww, that's neat! I've only read a little bit of both azumanga daioh and yotsuba, but I bet that made a lot of people happy :)
on [rare disease day 2024] @3am-cheerios said: i didnt know theres an awareness day. and that its tomorrow! also jfc that sounds exactly like what my sister is going thru right now, her primary doctor literally LAUGHED at her last time over her concerns
oh man that really sucks :( I hope she has better luck in future, I've often done well with like, medical residents as primary care? because I know what I'm talking about by this point and they're new enough to want to defer to someone else anyway. that does also mean I need a new pcp every couple years tho since they finish their programs and move away -n-
anonymous asked: Poyo ^_^
not technically kirby related but there's a cute little slice of life series called poyo poyo kansatsu nikki that I stumbled upon browsing crunchyroll years and years ago, about a very round cat. who also says poyo. I think I've drawn him once. tbh I think of him first when I hear poyo, but I think of kirby first when I hear hi.
@goldendragonleaf asked: *gives him uncoffee*
thanks he's normal now
on [coffee] @otatma said: has anyone ever drawn Barista Kirby?
I vaguely remember a kirby drawing someone else did of him behind the counter at a coffee shop, but I thoroughly checked all my archives and didn't see it :(
@thatonepointbraincell asked: Fish 🐟
(we're gonna go to the aquarium while my wife is in town next week, they opened a new building but she wanted us to wait until she got home to go see it for the first time)
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