#Been too tired... All what I do is sleep

[nei-ning]

Another old dream! This is so weird to have this many dreams AGAIN! But I'm glad I went to take a nap :D

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I'm with my ex friend and some anime guy. He feels familiar but I never see his head or face well enough to actually recognize him. We venture somewhere, eventually I getting lost from them. I come in the room where I hear woman tell a story via speaker. She sounds older, speaking in Japanese. She repeats this one part over and over again until I finally focus on it. I hear her say "Kannikka" and Lu Xun. I focus now even harder, finally understanding she's telling a story of it how Gan Ning and Lu Xun are there too! I get super happy and excited! I want to meet them! Now story teller changes, being young woman now. I listen it and she tells the same part but uses Gan Ning instead of Kannikka (which is a nickname I gave to him decades ago).

I go out of the room for few seconds but when I return, there's a man walking away. He has grayish green little cape but otherwise he is very similar. I feel happiness and relieve overtake me as I yell "Master Gan Ning!" He stops and turns around, looking a bit surprised - in a good way. I can't with the situation anymore so I burts into tears, run to him and hug him so darn hard! I cry against his right shoulder, burying my face deeper. I feel my hands grabbing tighter on his naked shoulder blades under the cape. I keep crying my eyes out as I keep telling him how relieved I am, how happy I am to finally found him but most of all, how scared of letting go I am. I don't want to lose him again / he disappearing. He is not holding me back but I know he's smiling down on me. He gets it all.

However, he does disappear and I am reunited with my friend and the anime guy - only ending up being captured by some pirate kind of people :'D

We are taken in pirate ship which actually floats in the air! We are in tiny storage room where's some wine barrels etc. I sit at the end of the room, to my left in front of me is my friend and the guy is to my right almost at the other end of the room. At the left corner I see stairs going up.

Someone comes to pick us up, starting to lead the way. I'm last in line as we come out, heading towards S shaped little stairs which would take us in another small room, but it's also open in a way. It's on the deck. There plays very happy music with fast tempo and I hear someone singing in Japanese. A bit high male voice. I ask my friends to stop so that I can listen. Smile start to spread on my face!

"That's Gan Ning singing! I recognize Hiroaki Miura's voice!"

They both give me a bit asking look but as we finally enter the room, my ex friend realizes I was right. From this room, via its big opening on the wall across us, we can see and hear Gan Ning singing and dancing on the deck all around. He is having fun with his crew! At one point he turns, sees me and flashed me so bright wide smile with so happy expression that I can't take it, haha! :'D I feel like I'm gonna die, my heart burst, so I try to hide by facing a wall to my left.

The man who brought us here comes to announce that the captain would come to see us shortly, asking us to sit down. I sit down on this tiny wooden bench from the spot where I've been standing. Now I'm facing the open wall with my back, exist being on my left further away. My friend sits on the other end of the bench, anime guy on a chair further away.

Gan Ning, indeed, does come to see us. Instantly, when he enters the room, "Lambada" by Kaoma from late 80's / my childhood (note I LOVE this song!) starts to play, Gan Ning moving with the rhythm with a smile on his face. I take a quick look of him since I'm still feeling so overwhelmed in so good way about him. He is constantly smiling from ear to ear, he's wearing white T-shirt, on top of it is dark gray suit's shirt and on top of it is black vest, he's wearing slim black pants (like leggings) with black modern shoes. Otherwise he's looking like DW8 form. Of course his hair is almost blond, tho! And, he is wearing sunglasses!

He happily greets the anime guy who just nods (he never says anything), then my friend and then he spots me. He lifts his sunglasses off and he has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL brown eyes I've ever seen! Small, but so bright, so filled with happiness, warmth and joy. Tho, when his eyes go lower on me, he stops smiling widely, hand still holding sunglasses up.

"Is that really all what you're wearing?"

I now realize my outfit is NOT most appealing, to anyone. I have socks or shoes, light grayish moss green colored long wool skirt and as a shirt I've the top part of my red bathrobe. Not flattering but I admit I've nothing else.

Gan Ning goes all: "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. That won't do."

He walks away, starting to play with his hair / brushing it and then checking his make-up.

"What's the point of having beauty if you won't let anyone take care of it and show it?"

I realize he is preferring to a professional barber etc. who all can do magic with their skills by changing your look with new hair cut and so on.

"So, who wants to go with me?"

I realize again what he means. He is taking us to a barber if any of us wants to go. I instantly lift my hand while feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Master Gan Ning, I would like to go!" He turns to look at me as I pull my hair out under my shirt, starting to stroke my long ponytail.

"I do love my long hair. It's pretty and all but it's also boring, always the same and hard to keep in that sense it always gets stuck."

Gan Ning stops brushing his own hair, putting a hand mirror down. He comes to me and takes a hold of my hair, letting his fingers slide down on it few times. He does say I've pretty hair but he agrees something needs to be done to it.

But before going to the barber, he wants to do me a make-up. On his ship you must look pretty in natural way with just little make-up. Just mascara and eyeliner. I sit perfectly still, eyes closed as he works on doing black lines to my eyes. His hand is so steady, pressure gentle. You know he has done this many times before, haha!

His thoughts, which I can see as a picture in a bubble near his head, move on my lips. He wants to paint them slightly red and I'm instantly fine with that. However, he also wants to kiss them first before painting them. Sure, heck, kiss me! I don't mind! Second dream anyway where he has wanted to kiss me! :D

But no, no kiss, no new haircut or new clothes since I woke up - thanks to some neighbor's friend who had to "play" with his loud car, giving it more gas loudly while driving around the area like mad (because it's slippery here now so young male drivers ALWAYS like to drive this way, making their car slide).

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[rapidhighway]

sleepy sooo sleepy

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

heya, i have to wake up in three hours but! here's another lil human au snippet! ft. lightly implied Laughingstock! disclaimer i am so so tired so don't come at me for typos or strangely worded sentences or missing info <3

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Before heading home, Eddie swings by a charming little store he’s been to once or twice before. He usually goes to the chain store by his house, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with the hustle and bustle and the endless aisles. This little store is quiet, nice, and strangely has everything anyone could need. 

The lot is mostly empty at this hour, so Eddie claims a spot right at the front. As with the other times, the windows are littered with displays and stickers - half off on this, sale on that. Eddie enters Howdy’s Place with the chime of the door’s shopkeeper’s bell. He’ll get what he needs and get out, quick and easy and peacefu-

Boisterous laughter slams into Eddie like a hammer, so sudden that he jumps in place. An employee stocking cans nearby glances weirdly at him. Eddie clears his throat and hurries into the nearest aisle as the laughter tapers off. The silence barely lasts a second before loud chatter starts up. It’s too fast and muffled for Eddie to understand, but he can pick out two distinct voices - one deep, one less so but still decidedly masculine. 

Eddie tries to tune it out as he gathers what he needs. Toothpaste, some paper towels, shampoo. For the hell of it, he nabs a box of classic bran muffins from the spacious food section. He lingers for a moment, enjoying how far-away the conversation seems at the other corner of the store. Unfortunately, theft is illegal, so Eddie is forced to move towards the noise.

A strange thing about the store - it’s a combination general store, antique shop, and diner, complete with a miniature gift shop separating the two. One long checkout counter stretches from the open store area, behind the gift shop, and into the diner, where the conversation is coming from. An interesting setup, but an understandable one. It allows anyone behind the counter to move fluidly between customers and sections.

As Eddie approaches, the conversation becomes slightly clearer. 

“-said, no wonder you didn’t get her number!” the deeper voice barks, and the two dissolve into that almost-too-loud laughter again. 

As it tapers off, the other voice says, “Sounds like a real charmer! But really, you oughta be careful, Barn. One of these days someone’s gonna throw a right hook at ya.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. A transatlantic accent? He hasn’t heard that anywhere outside of real old movies and a queen he once knew. It sounds natural too, like the man was born to sound like he belongs on a 1920s radio show. It nudges something in the back of Eddie’s mind. He’s started to get really sick of that nudge.

“Oh, this guy did.”

“No kidding? I don’t see a shiner.”

“Well, yeah. I went left.”

Both of them laugh again, and Eddie feels a tiny tug at the corner of his mouth. That wasn’t funny enough to garner an actual laugh in his opinion, but it wasn’t unfunny. 

Eddie steps up to the counter and quietly puts his acquired items on it, not wanting to interrupt. He chances a glance to the side - walking space in front of the counter’s length lets him see right down into the diner.

A large man with dyed-blue hair and an interesting fashion sense is at the bar, talking to an employee leaning against the other side. The employee doesn’t really catch Eddie’s gaze, but the other man… Eddie swears he’s seen him before. He studies him from the corner of his eye, not wanting to be rude but unable to mind his business. 

“Our bouncer didn’t even get a chance at the action - the idiot knocked himself out tryin’ a second swing!” The customer says. His deep voice, wavering with humor, only adds to the sense of familiarity. Metal glints in his right ear. Eddie knows this man from somewhere.

The employee shakes his head, tutting. His busy hands polish a vintage pitcher. “I swear, you get all the crazies.”

“Makes for a good story, though.” The customer takes a sip from his tall milkshake and scoffs. “Though if it wasn’t all well-ending, amusing bull, I doubt I’d be so tolerant.”

Minutes drag by as the two keep talking. Eddie goes from patiently waiting to awkwardly trying to get the employees attention. If only there was someone else behind the counter, but the only other staff member is elsewhere, likely still stocking shelves. 

The two men are too absorbed in their little world, even though both are facing Eddie’s way. The customer has both elbows on the counter, one of them bent to prop up his chin. The employee has his hip leaned against the edge as they chat. They’re obviously very familiar with each other, and clearly deeply enjoy each other's company. 

Still - and Eddie is sorry to say, but it’s bad customer service. He’s not in a rush, but he’d still like to be on his way home. He could be fishing out the complex keys right now. He checks his phone - he’s been here for nearly fifteen minutes. Picking out the items took less than five. 

Eddie sighs, staring at the various cigarette packs displayed behind the counter. He’s never seen the appeal in smoking, but as the laughter starts up again, he almost wishes he did. He’s going to treat himself to a very long shower once he gets home. 

The store’s other employee walks behind the counter, carrying a box. Eddie lights up. Finally - she pointedly clears her throat and heads into the back. 

The constant conversation stalls for the barest moment, and he looks over. The customer grins at him for a second - lord he’s handsome - before turning that grin towards his friend.

“You’re losin’ your touch, Howds,” he teases, bringing his shake straw to his lips.

“I resent that statement. You’re just distracting.”

“Lil’ me? Distracting? C’mon, you can just tell me I’m pretty to my face. I’ll take it like a champ, I swear!”

“Ha, good try.” The employee sets the pitcher down and starts to mosey in Eddie’s direction. “Your ego is big enough for the both of us as is. One more compliment and your head’ll pop like a balloon.”

“Well, given that most balloons don’t really pop, they just kinda deflate slowly-”

“Sorry for the wait!” the employee says loudly in a glaringly obvious customer service tone. He stops in front of Eddie with a cardboard smile. At the other end of the counter, the familiar man snickers and hides his grin behind his drink. “I trust you found everything you did - and didn’t! - need.”

Eddie just stares up at him for a moment. At six-one, Eddie hasn’t felt small in a very long time. He usually stands at least a full inch above other people. This employee - Howdy, his name tag states - has several more on him.

“Uh, y-yes, I uh, I did,” Eddie stammers, glancing at his items. 

“Wonderful! And again, my sincerest apologies for the delay. My friend makes a game out of keeping me from my job.” Howdy shoots his ‘friend’ a glare with enough heat in it to make an ice cube sweat. 

“No worries.”

Howdy scans the items at an almost frightening speed. Beep, into a paper bag. Beep, in. Beep, beep - “Oh, no.”

“What?” Eddie says, dread plucking at his ribs as Howdy holds the bran muffins and shakes his head. “Is there somethin’ wrong?”

“Indeed there is! You’re making a mistake with these. They’re absolutely horrible, I tell ya - and bad for you, too!” Howdy tuts and puts the box to the side. “No, no, you don’t want those.”

“I… don’t?”

“Not if you knew better! Lucky for you, I’m here to set you straight. What you need is-” he snaps his fingers, “Barnaby, be a pal and-”

“Already on it,” ‘Barnaby’ says, appearing next to Eddie.

If Eddie weren’t already paralyzed, he’d jump right out of his skin from how Barnaby towers over him. He has to be a scant inch or so shorter than Howdy, but he still makes Eddie feel tiny. Unfortunately, Barnaby is even more handsome up close. 

“Here ya go.” Barnaby hands a plastic container to Howdy and taps it, smiling lazily down at Eddie. “I’d take his advice on this one. Those bran-named muffins may sound fancy, but they’re pretty crumby! You want muffins of quality. Real breadwinners!

Eddie can’t help a soft laugh. “Breadwinners, heh, that’s a good one.”

“Are you selling these or am I?” Howdy says, raising a bushy eyebrow. 

“Hey, I’m just doin’ what you asked! I’m bein’ a pal.”

“And I - I’m sorry," Eddie interjects, "but you’re awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Eh, I’ve been around, but uh… you ever been to [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE]?”

Howdy clears his throat. “I’m trying to make a sale here, Barn. You can flirt on your own dime when you’re not costing me mine.”

“Didja know your nose gets redder when you’re jealous?”

Howdy rolls his eyes and shoves Barnaby in the diner’s direction. Barnaby goes with a hearty snicker. Despite the joke, Eddie thinks it has some merit as Howdy scans the final item and rings him up, considerably frostier than before.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that he didn’t actually agree to the different muffins. Too late now. “Say, what kind of muffins are those?”

“Poppyseed-lemon.”

Eddie relaxes - that is a lot better than boring bran. “Y’know, my mother loved poppyseed-lemon muffins.”

“Did she now,” Howdy drawls.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! If baking was so much as mentioned, she’d jump right on houndin’ us to whip some up for her, or send us to go buy some. We’d never even get a taste! They’d be gone the moment they hit the air, I tell ya.” Eddie chuckles. “Took me a while to understand what all the fuss is about, but man was she right. They are good!”

“Uh-huh. Well, we have a fresh batch delivered every morning. They’re not the same type every time, mind you, but I can promise that they’re all of the highest quality.”

“Breadwinners, right?” Eddie jokes. Howdy doesn’t blink, but Barnaby snorts. He’ll take it. “I might have to come by more often, if that’s the case! Thank you kindly, sir.”

“Mhm, have a good day.” Howdy hands him the bag and strides away without a glance. The dismissal is clear as day. “Say, Barn, did you hear about the racket one of those cult crackpots stirred up at our dear friend’s tearoom?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the tail-end of the sentence as he hurries away, but he frowns. Cult? What cult? There’s a cult? He certainly didn’t hear of one before moving here, and none of his background checks had turned up anything of the sort. He hopes it was just a figure of speech. 

The door chimes again as Eddie leaves. It isn’t until he’s in his car that the embarrassment of that whole exchange catches up with him. If he had a nickel for every time he’d made a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous, strangely familiar man, he’d have three nickels. At the rate he’s going, he’ll either be rich, or he’ll have to move. 

Eddie subtly tries to peek around the store’s window displays from the safety of his car. He catches a scant glimpse of blue hair - come to think of it, it’s a similar shade to Wally’s. But where Wally’s had, to Eddie’s memory, been uniformly dyed right down to his eyebrows, Barnaby’s rich brown roots were obvious. His beard and eyebrows weren’t dyed, either. 

As Eddie relaxes back into his seat, he re-reads at the store’s name. The color drains from his face and he barely restrains himself from slamming his forehead against the steering wheel.

Oh, of course. Of course he made a fool of himself in front of the owner. Eddie can never come back here again. And it was such a nice store…

[zebratimw]

[volivolition]

✨ thinking of him thursdayyyy ✨ (<- said in a monotone deadpan with jazz hands)

[wereh0gz]

Suddenly feeling very dissatisfied with what project: new moon turned out like

Or. Well. I guess I shouldn't say "suddenly" bc I've been feeling a vague dissatisfaction with it for. A while. But only know am I starting to parse out the reasons why I feel that way

With it having been out for a while now, I think back on all the things I could've done or could've executed differently, but didn't think of at the time so I didn't do them

Nox, for example. As a character, he's just kind of a vehicle for the story to happen, a source of torment for Rue, and the reason Sonic's werehog form is brought back. He never got to be much else. He's not very present in the story anyway despite being the main villain, and besides his obsession with Dark Gaia and lack of ethics, he's not really... much of a person

I got really lazy with fleshing him out so his entire character ended up just being evil antagonist. And honestly now I feel his role in Rue's story could've easily been taken by someone like Eggman with only a few changes

Rue's parents could've been way more developed too. They really only exist to make Rue's tragic backstory More Tragic and that's pretty much it. They're even less developed than Nox. Like they're not even characters even by the end of the story

And there's also Specter and Phantom, whom I like and have developed more than those I talked abt above, but I feel like I didn't really show enough of them as individuals. They're just kinda there to be Rue's friends and fight ghosts and not much else

It's like. Idk. I feel like I only really wrote that fic to justify my ocs existing and interacting with Sonic, and justify Sonic's werehog form being brought back even through it wasn't really necessary in the end. It was fun at the time, sure, but that rose-tinted view I had of it has kinda faded. Sometimes I even feel like I kinda rushed it bc I was so desperate to get that story out, since I've been working on these characters and the fic for so long. I was satisfied not bc I felt I made something good, but bc I was finally *done* with it. Now that's biting me in the ass and making me feel like all the work put into it went to waste

Hell now I'm even considering retiring Nox's character entirely (he is like. The biggest part of why I've been feeling crappy abt the fic now that I think of it) and giving Rue another revamp. Tho it feels weird to do it now bc the fic they're part of is out and finished. They are my ocs and I'm allowed to do whatever I want with them, but still

Whatever it is I decide to do, the twins probably won't change much, if at all. Not sure abt Sonic's redesign, I don't really wanna change it but I might have to recontextualize why he looks the way he does in this au

Idk what to do with the story yet, if I wanna rewrite it or not and just have my ocs existing in an au where Sonic never lost his werehog form instead. Really undecided abt all of this stuff rn. I definitely won't be deleting the project: new moon blog or anything tho, just won't be posting there anymore probably

Idk if this post makes any sense of if anyone actually cares but whatever I just need to get this off my chest

[innalheid]

Feeling very Ascension by Gorillaz ft Vince Staples at 2:18

[good-beans]

Art for my mom :)

I was telling her about how cute the milgramblrgram art was, and she knows I swore off drawing real people but here was a Window of Opportunity where I was doing it lol 😅 We're going to visit her dad soon and she asked if I could make something of him of his kids! I found a fairly recent photo of them and used it as a starting point

[great-tusk]

Ugh. I had a really bad day.

[deoidesign]

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[keeps-ache]

HEY

[genekies]

tag vent

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[ra-vio]

semester is almost over. im dying