#Fun fact: I had to take a picture of myself to draw this. i am god's cuntiest soldier

[fuj0wuj0]

Would You dare?

AAARHHGN I got a new desk and the setup is killing me, so I had to make a drawing to practice o|<

This is actually a remake of one of Azaroth's first pieces!!

I'm satisfied with the progress~ I finally learned to use references 😇

Old piece for comparison!!

I really like how Azaroth sort of evolved with time. Not to mention that the pose got a little more dynamic~

My lineart and painting style got messier, though. I don't think I mind 😇

[lesbianmontrosepretty]

silly little ethersea doodles: the prologues!!

Prologue I: Blink shark<3

Prologue II: Coda(Koda?)'s skull!

Prologue III: Ol' Joshy's Training Ground For Psychic Soldiers Against Blink Sharks (they kept. they KEPT changing the name okay)

Prologue IV: Finneas Cawl and the Vanguard spy wash up dead in the bathysphere (yes, i traced the family guy death pose. don't look too hard at him)

Prologue V: Declan (con)Cern

Summary: The tidal wave (and the shadow of the citadel...)

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.3

Okay can anyone explain the “false hotel registration” thing to me? Does it mean they registered under a false name? So Paul registered under a false name so he could go fuck a girl in his room without getting in trouble with the press? I'm confused. Didn't they bring girls to their rooms all the time without getting in trouble? It doesn't make sense. Why did he feel the need to register under a different name?

Paul, talking about American conservatism, “So many organizations over here that are nuts anyway.” John, “Yeah, they're so far right they just–” tape ends. They really were brave, though. To say what they thought and risk losing what they'd only just got. I wonder who cut the recording. 

Journalist: Paul, are you planning to marry Jane Asher? John: scream ‘no.’ Go on. Lol John certainly says what he feels doesn't he?

Paul making fun of the racist question. Good job bud. 

The whole “Yesterday” thing is crazy. Like, what a feat, first of all. I think we forget how unbelievably successful the song was.

Second of all, I know John's reaction was childish and mean, but his feelings were valid if you just look at the treatment and reception of “Ticket to Ride”  (John's dead mum song). Like objectively yesterday is a better song, but still.

Oh, John. Poor thing. 

If “Girl” is secretly about Paul . . . yeesh. It's so obsessive and adoring and simultaneously so disappointed and disparaging. John always has such impossible standards for Paul. “She promises the earth to me and I believe her, after all this time I don't know why.” Um… maybe because he literally did give you the world? At so many points I find myself asking, “what more could Paul possibly have given John?”

People always take this quote as a sexuality thing, but couldn't it also be a conscience thing? Revulsion at taking advantage of the fact that all these women are fans? At the scale of his infidelity? I don't know, am I giving him too much credit?

The thing about Paul, John – and though it drives you insane, it's a big factor in why you love him -- is he's not going to be bullied into anything. If he decides to take LSD it's going to be on his own terms. And I know you think it'll bring you two closer, and you're right, but peer pressure just doesn't work on him. There's no point. You know that.

I LOVE Paul and the Indica. Designing the wrapping paper in secret up in his little attic room, covering over the shop windows so he can do his handyman work building shelves and painting in peace. It's Linda's Paul pre Linda, you know?

John is so good at PR as in making something sound as beautiful and important and powerful as possible. Which is something Paul absolutely relied on John to do and clearly could not do on his own after the break up. Look how John makes them almost into prophets here.

"I really wanted to live in London but I wouldn't risk it." Another thing to make John envious of Paul and resentful of Cynthia. I really wish those two had just never got married. 

“I don't object to people having a lot of money, I never did. But I do object to people being stony broke and starving.” RIP John, you would've loved the American “left” of today. But you can't have the former without the latter, sorry.

This picture always gets me. It's ridiculous. Pattie and George. Mo and Ringo. John and Paul. With Cynthia awkwardly by herself. It's funny. It's adorable. It's crushing. And with that quote? It's impossible.

I think Tara Browne is overlooked. Paul brought him home for Christmas. That's a big deal. And John hated him enough to laugh when he read about his death. That's also a big deal. Paul and his messed up social climbing obsession. I do think it's worth pointing out, though, the difference between Paul’s LSD trip with Tara and his trip with John. More on that later.

I really do think they were all staunchly anti-racist for their time, you know, besides John's racist jokes and drawings… but Paul particularly. And I have to wonder where that came from. Did he have empathy for people being judged on appearance and background? Was it partially due to his idolization of black artists? Did Little Richard maybe say something to him about racism in America? Anyone have any thoughts?

Actually, same, John. 

Okay and I have to share my hot take on the whole Jesus scandal. It's this: the American right doesn't actually care about Jesus. They care about protecting their hegemony. They didn't like that the Beatles were openly and stubbornly integrationist. They didn't like Paul's comment about their inhumane racism. But they couldn't openly counter that without showing their hand. So they used the Jesus comment as an excuse. If they play the religious persecution card, they get to paint themselves as the victims and therefore the good guys while they take down anyone who challenges the status quo that keeps them in money and power (aka the Beatles). 

Maybe I should've had a “poor baby” tally because the number of times I've said that about John in these comments has got to be tally-worthy. I would've driven around in a gorilla suit with you, honey!

It is actually amazing that there hasn't been more speculation on Paul's sexuality with all these serious boyfriends. 

Paul tells a story about a time he flew a plane, and how much better he liked it than being a passenger. First off. Imagine being a pilot and just being like “oh, you've never touched a joystick in your life, but you're Paul McCartney? Sure, go ahead. Fly the plane.” But also. His control issues and his confidence are both off unreal. No one in their right mind would feel more safe flying a plane – as someone with a complete lack of experience – than when a licensed pilot is flying it. 

Okay I literally JUST learned that Here There and Everywhere says, “how good it can be” not could. Can. And it's one of those in my "for sure this was about John" folder. Okay then. Wow.

The thing is they really did compliment each other's songs a lot more than modern Paul makes it seem like. So I wonder what it was about the “Here There and Everywhere” compliment that made it so special to Paul?

This footage where John is hiding behind McCharmley. I love protective Paul and how different he is to protective John and how much they needed each other. 

Hall of Fame quote: “what composer do you respect the most?” “I dunno really. John Lennon.” “Paul McCartney.”

[bugmomwrites]

Weary

Dr Flug x Reader

Stealing my sister’s bf’s HBO password is the second best thing I’ve done this week. Whipping up a solid drabble in 30 minutes and refining it into a whole oneshot in the same night takes first place.

There’s like, one innuendo towards the end but everything else is straight up fluff. Story came to me after reading yet another shady thing a certain airline I won’t name did, but it sounds like “we ain’t going”. I am changing the names so I don’t end up dead in a van somewhere, but if you know you know ;)

—•• •—• ••—• •—•• ••— ——•

“…And then what happened?”, Flug yawns, looking up at you through his goggles. You smile gently, kissing the front of the bag where his forehead would be.

“Well, according to some sources…the former production and safety manager’s exact words were ‘if anything happens, I didn’t do it myself’,” you respond, reading the article off your phone. Using the same soft voice you use when you read picture books to a sleepy 505, except it was a news article turned Wikipedia rabbit hole.

You two had gone from listening to him explain the differences between a 767 and an Airvan, to him resting his bagged head in your lap as you click on various entries and articles, bouncing information back and forth. The person, a known whistleblower who had retired from the controversial airline a few years ago, had tried many a time to draw attention to the company’s shady practices. For him to die so suddenly, especially as more inside secrets came to light, was too fishy for the public to ignore.

“I’m no detective, but…”

“Assassination?”, you finished for him, raising a brow. The two of you exchanged knowing looks.

“Does the Dreamweaver have flexible wings?”, he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to bury his head further into your tummy. It tickles, but you try not to laugh lest you disturb his rare peace. Moments like these didn’t happen often, and you knew if any of the others were to see you like this, Black Hat would tear you both a new one, and Demencia would never let you hear the end of it.

A few more minutes go by, occasionally filled in with fun facts about the company’s various other incidents that had made the news in the past. You click off of yet another one where a plane was literally falling apart mid-air, having to make an emergency landing in a massive blaze. That was enough internet for today, at this rate you’d never want to hop in a plane again. You carefully set your phone to the side after checking the time.

“If I were him, I wouldn’t have let them get me.”

“I know, Flug.”

“And I would have documented everything.”

“Mhm”, you rest a hand on his back, your own eyes growing heavy.

“I’d go down there and put them back together myself. I’d personally take all of their shitty scrap parts, and make a better airplane than any of those so called professionals,” he says disdainfully.

You smile as he heaves a long sigh, like the weight of the world rests upon his weary shoulders; which isn’t far from the truth, if the way Black Hat nags him and Demencia torments him on a regular basis is any indication. Not to mention raising a son/care bear/science experiment through it all. But even if it’s not quite the whole earth, at the very least it’s the whole company. Everybody ought to give him more credit, himself included.

“If anybody could do such a thing, I know it’d be you, Flug. You’ve always had a brilliant mind.” He hums softly at the praise, feeling quite chuffed to know that at least someone in the manor besides his own son appreciated him not just for all he does, but who he is.

It’s quiet again for a few moments as he drifts in and out of consciousness, your hand gently rubbing his back until he speaks up again a few minutes later.

“And I’ll make you my co-pilot.”

This takes you by surprise, the hand rubbing his back stopping briefly as you let the words settle over the two of you. Reading between the lines was something you found yourself doing almost as often as reading his expression through his paper bag, the man still not quite comfortable enough to outright say all the things he’d had bouncing around in his head to you just yet. Your hand resumes as you test the waters, stuck between delicate hope and fear of possibly scaring him off.

“I…don’t know how to fly a plane. Nor do I have a pilots license.”

“Me neither, but I’ll show you how to do it in the cockpit. I’ll make sure you have a smooth ride for your first time.”

A pregnant pause falls over the both of you, and your whole face heats up, mind processing his words only to take a nosedive into the gutter. You open your mouth to respond only to be met with quiet snores from below, Flug blissfully unaware of the effect of his words.

‘Looks like the week finally caught up to him’, you think. Odds are he might not remember something like that when he woke up, but you could tease him about it later on. For now, you stretch your arms over your head and attempt to make yourself as comfy as possible without disturbing him, sleep beginning to overtake you as well. You glance down once more to where he dozes peacefully for the first time in years, committing it to memory before joining him in slumber.

“Buenas noches, Flug.”

—•• •—• ••—• •—•• ••— ——•

[evelmiina]

I'm going to be asking a lot of artists I follow this question, but how did you develop your style? It SEEMS like most people find their style and stick with it forever, just making improvements and iterations. I tend to work in a lot of different styles because I enjoy doing that, though I know there are things I gravitate towards as well. But I wonder what your journey was and how you got feedback and improved while staying true to what you enjoyed?

Hi, thank you for asking. Sorry I cannot answer shortly it is kinda big subject

My style is just tons of little and big things that add up at some point in a way that simply makes sense to me. It is kind of like a personal sandbox or garden I've built and I can see what I can do there, what to add or remove and what to improve on. In my personal work I rarely ask outsiders for feedback but I am lucky to have partner and friends who I trust give me well constructed comments. Less on the style side and more like "that arm is wonky, here's how to fix it". I've never really had problem of being too swayed or persuaded by someone else's opinion on style or visuals and in fact I used to be a bit bad at taking criticism. I'm really thankful to having received kindness and patience even when I'd get sulky and dramatic. I really started to improve faster when I started to respect fundamental drawing skills, and it didn't take anything away from "me" or "my style". On the contrary. It's not always enjoyable to do art. With any work there are parts that are just processes and execution and after the kind of honeymoon period of simply loving creating, or being energized by new project fades, it becomes more about being able to appreciate parts of it and accepting sometimes it's not very fun I think an artist can have multiple "aha" style moments in their life, where they feel like everything clicks and they want to stay in that sandbox for some time. Internet makes it seem like in order to be good/successful artist one has to be a brand and only do this one thing, but it's not the full picture. I follow many artists who seem content in making just one specific niche, but I don't know what other artistic pursuits they have outside internet. I don't know if that style is their heart and soul, or just something that pays the bills. I post variety of things and I'm aware some have much wider appeal and some feel more interesting only to myself. I still try to pursue what feels most honest to myself and it is sometimes scary not knowing where it goes, feeling like I should stay safe and only focus on the successful thing. But I want to incorporate new things and see what comes out.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

ur fav old car 3 2 1 go

THANK you for asking this is gonna be so fun (for me. And hopefully you. Idk if everyone else really wants to hear this but that’s their problem now)

It’s a tough question tho, ‘cuz there’s so many I like that it’s hard to say! Here’s a few in no particular order- but again I like a lotta old cars so it’s not gonna be an exhaustive list

(also btw none of the pics here are mine lol- every time I see a classic car I like irl, I always seem to be driving myself so I never can get good pics 😭)

The late 50s T-bird (I’m not crazy about the color of this one but hey it’s still really cool- dig the porthole window in the back)

2. The ‘67 Impala (fun dumb fact about me- I carry a toy impala in my school bag. When I get bored in class I take it out and either try to draw it or roll it at my friends to bug them)

3. Some early ‘70s Datsuns! These are harder for me to classify ‘cuz the models are given numbers, not traditional names, and I don’t always do so good with numbers lol. I think this one’s a ‘72 240C. But w/ these it’s not so much a specific model I like- I just like the vibes of most of the ones that look like this. (I saw one sorta like this one at a motor show once, I wish I had gotten a better picture- but I didn’t so take this one I found online lol)

4. The ‘58 Plymouth Fury- Very “Christine”, I know, but I can’t help it, she’s such a great lookin car holy hell. Plus I liked Plymouth furies before I knew they had anything to do with Stephen King ok (Funnily enough, a week or so before I wound up reading “Christine”, I saw one of these in a Dairy Queen parking lot. Me and my buddy got so hyped about it that I momentarily forgot that my kid brother had just dropped his melting cherry dipped cone directly onto my shorts)

Okay, that’s probably enough for now because tbh I’ve been having so much fun thinking about this that I’m about half an hour late for working out- There’s a lot more old cars that I adore and could ramble on about for hours, but I’d better wrap this up before I get more late/it gets too long lol. Thanks so much for asking!!

(And sorry to all y’all who follow me for art lol- what can I say, I may like to draw but I am still a teenage dude… I’m ✨multifaceted ✨)

[universe-friday]

EXCERPT #24:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

[...]

Sorry, I haven’t been talking much, old sport.

Not much to say, is there?

[...]

I haven’t felt much motivation to do anything recently…

I haven’t fought a cyborg in a while… I hear screams at night and do nothing about it… [sigh].

[...]

She’s gone, old sport. Like really, I think she’s gone.

Have I looked for her? Well, not… really.

I went back to the nightclub she works at… But I didn’t see her there…!

After that, I didn’t know where to even start. So, I… Didn’t!

Rather than fighting cyborgs, there’s been a lot of internal conflict, recently.

This wasn’t Thalia’s first time running away. It’s not even her second, nor her third… I just didn’t mention the other times, as she always came back… Eventually, right?

Old sport… If someone keeps running away, at what point do you stop looking for them?

Surely, they’re leavi- they’ve left for a reason.

And even if they do come back, do you let it go? Do you pretend like nothing has happened? Even if you love them, is it safer to let them go?

Is that what it takes to exit this rollercoaster? This cycle of ups and downs; the highs make you feel infinite, yet there always has to be an end.

I don’t know anymore, old sport. It’s not as though I didn’t value our time together, or that I don’t care for her… But what good is it doing me? When I think about her all the time, yet, I seem so insignificant to her.

[...]

You’d tell me what to do, right, February?

I know this seems all too familiar with you.

You ran to the skies and never looked back. I should resent you for that. I should hate you.

But I know you, February. Exactly like you know me, I hope.

I hope you remember me as much as I remember you. In fact, I see you everywhere.

I see you in the park as I remember the picnics we used to have. I see you in the streets as I remember how we made our own fun in summer, drawing with chalk and spotting pictures in the clouds.

I see you on the rooftops which I roam, every day, as I remember the first time you let me try a cigarette, and I remember how loudly you laughed as I coughed in disgust… If you could see me now, February.

Gosh, I hope you see me.

I hope you see me and remember me in the little things.

I hope you’re reminded of me. In the same way you think of the beach every time sand falls out of your shoes.

I hope you’re able to think of the good of it. To not be reminded of how annoying it was that sand got stuck in your shoes, but how much fun was had on that same sand.

I hope you’re able to think of the good of me. Of us.

Because, truly, I am making a mess of myself now.

[...]

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[skeletwinsauaskbox]

I'm back!

Hey, guys! Short hiatus, huh? Feels like I never left! (Well, I technically didn't, I just closed the inbox. Welp.)

Now that I'm back, here's a list of things I'm gonna do to ensure I don't get burned out again and still have fun with the blog and the story.

I think the main contributing factor to my last burnout was the amount of pictures I pressured myself into drawing, so I'm gonna do less of that. Maybe I'll put up a drawing or animation from time to time, but I'm just gonna stick to text boxes. That includes the Felletwins blog, by the way. Originally, I wanted to do drawings, but overall, I think text boxes are easier. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop drawing - I want to improve and learn new techniques, and I just don't think they're ready for a blog quite yet. I prefer to draw for fun, you know?

If I don't feel like answering questions, I won't pressure myself into answering them immediately. I didn't want to hurt anyone by bringing this up, but there were a couple of people, I think, that have been DM'ing me asking when I'm going to answer their questions, and if I can answer them right away and, not gonna lie, I think that contributed to the burnout a lot more because it contributed to the pressure of answering the questions as soon as possible. So if you know who you are, please stop asking me when I'm going to answer your question. I will get round to it when I think of a good response for it. I don't want to blame anyone for my burnout, because the DMs aren't the main reason why I decided to take a break (in fact, even while I was on my break I still had frequent conversations with some of my online friends and answered DMs, so I know that's not the main reason), but being patient would definitely be appreciated. Sometimes I don't always know how to respond to your asks right away, and I want to give you guys responses that are both entertaining and informative. So again, please be patient. They will come when they come, and it will be worth it, I promise.

About the order of the questions I answer - I try to go from bottom to top so you wouldn't have to wait as long and everything's fair, but I think I'm gonna change that a bit too. Now, I'm going to answer the questions depending on which ones I have good responses for first. It's all to keep this blog fun for everyone including myself, that's all.

As for the story, I've taken a break from writing chapter 24 and started writing some other fics, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to finish it. Skeletwins is still my first priority when it comes to my fanfics, and that will come out when it does. I'm still going to write two chapters at a time, so that means chapter 25 is also gonna be drafted soon. I'm not giving up on Skeletwins at all, don't worry!

Speaking of Skeletwins, I know I said I'm not gonna do as many drawings, but right now, I'm practicing drawing some short Skeletwins comics that I believe will be canon to the AU. So look forward to that, but again, they will come out when they come out. The main reason why I'm also drawing these comics is to improve my art, especially with backgrounds because I especially struggle with those. (Also, I may or may not adapt the fic into a comic one day, but it's just an idea, no guarantees on that one). I have a lot of ideas for this AU, as you can see. It's hard to keep track of them all (yeah, that's why you have a notes app, Ali-Anne, USE IT).

I'm so excited to do this blog again, guys! I hope you're just as excited as I am! Now with that out of the way...

LET'S!

GET!

TO IT!!!

(As for @felletwinsauaskbox, yes, that will be open again too. Questions will still be answered on Wednesdays and Sundays.)

[sonny201818]

💚 About the artist 🌸

(My fiancé has been begging me to doodle us so I figured I’d use this picture for introduction of myself lol). I am not this cute in real life. (Thank goodness for cartoons lol).

I’ve been drawing as long as I can remember. Growing up as a kid, I got a lot of inspiration from Pokémon & drew a lot comics. As a teenager I drew on & off & kind of stopped after moving out, until I got an iPad and decided to give digital art a try ☺️

I love it so much! I definitely have a long way to go, especially when it comes to colors, painting, & shading, but I love to draw & it helps with my anxiety a lot. I get inspiration from anime/manga. I also love 2D animation style so much!

A bit about me; I started writing when I was 12 after reading The Outsiders. I wrote the most in my teenage years, but Hogwarts Legacy inspired me to write again and I’ve almost finished an original novel! (Probably won’t ever publish as it’s nowhere near as good as professional writing but still it’s exciting to say I’ve written a book hehe). I’ve always liked reading but I didn’t become a “true reader” or whatever until I read The Hunger Games when I was 13. Holy cow, did that book change my life. When I find a good book, I read it twice. And when I love a book I’ll read it an infinite amount of times 😅.

Some of my all time favorites: The Hunger Games series, The Book Thief, Looking For Alaska, Wuthering Heights, Perks of Being a Wallflower, and of course The Harry Potter series ❤️.

My guilty pleasure: Twilight series books. Don’t ask me why 😅

I was never much of a Harry Potter fan before. I had only watched the first and last movies until my fiancé made me watch them all with him. I liked them of course, then when Hogwarts Legacy came out he bought it for me for my birthday & I became obsessed!! Then I read the Harry Potter books & became even more obsessed with the universe lol. I started playing the game April 2023 but didn’t decide to become “active in the fandom” until earlier this year! I guess if I had to be honest, I’d likely be a Hufflepuff 😅

Okay I’m done yappin, it’s fun to draw & head cannon & daydream, but the fact that other people seem to take interest in Millie & my HC’s make me so happy ❣️ thanks to everyone who has shown me so much kindness (even though I sort of decided to actually become active very late).

[featherwingfox]

Beautiful, I am- I look at this and think, "I drew her!" And she's beautiful! It's the eyes I tell ya! I'm so happy!!!! 😊

I didn't make any mistakes this time! She has none! I didn't really mess with the design because well, it's Alex, Minecraft Alex. The one in Steve Saga specifically, she's so nice.

👍🙂👍

So her clothing design was simple. As for everything else, it was easy! But not the braids, I'll get to that last. I wanted her eyes to be the prettiest part. I don't know how, but I unconsciously drew her eyes to resemble the shape of emeralds. When I was done drawing them I look at the page and just paused, noticing how great they turned out but I somehow wasn't thinking while doing that. Well, by far my favorite part of the drawing. And despite what I said in the past post, she isn't evil. I know, I know, I said villains wear green. But she isn't wearing THAT much green. It's only evil green if it takes up most of your appearance. This amount of green is innocent green, good green! While the eyes are amazing and fun to draw, the braids look amazing and were a pain to draw. Not too much but enough to set it down, look for references, repeat the process of drawing them and erasing them, and then I finally got this! A long time ago I could draw braids a little easier, of course there are those days when the art isn't ARTING but I'm sure I've gotten back into the passing of things, I'm satisfied and proud of these braids. They needed to curve more since it was over her shoulder but the biggest problem was just looking stiff. It might still be the case here but it looks way better than what I had before! And then there was the look of a braid itself, the braiding design. I tried hearts and squiggly lines, I tried the zigzag thing, it wasn't working for me. I found that just drawing ovals was the best method. For me, if y'all want to try it out take my advice on finding what works for you. Not everyone can draw the same thing in the same way, as long as you get there it is worth figuring out. The hands weren't a problem, it was a good day to draw hands... Or a hand. The other is put of the picture but I promise, it wasn't because I needed a way to cover it up this time! Sometimes I just draw too far to the side of the page, you can't see her boots either! Oh, one other thing. As I've said in previous posts, O tend to mess up lighter skin tones. Now in her face I did, but I managed to erase most of it and fix it. Draw lightly with the brighter orange color pencil and lightly with a light pink. Adjust and blend with either color if you need more. I need to remember this myself as I keep trying to use the tan colored pencil when it has never worked well for me!

So, Alex has a lot of backstory and her travels with Sabre in the later parts of the OG series were fun. In this fan rewrite I have edited some things. I understand she went through a lot and deep down was just trying to be helpful or at least live peacefully, but there were some scenes of her losing it, mostly the one where she gets overwhelmed with pressure and stress so she lost control, and it she decided that... Destroying everything was the solution? I mean, once again considering her past experiences and the time building up to that moment, it was rough, in fact rough is an understatement. As much as I can see why that could happen, my interpretation of her character herself felt too strong and conflicted with this scene. At first she just wanted to love peacefully, she'd be lucky if she found a nice village that accepted her. Then, after meeting Sabre, I'm pretty sure she just wanted to help and it was a strong feeling. Now her losing control is still going to happen, resulting in the plot moving forward and yada yada, but she doesn't just suddenly want to destroy everything. That's the logic a villain would have, I BLAME THE GREEN!!!

ahem

Alex is a good person. She has her flaws, she has her moments, she struggles and she fails, she also does well, overcoming problems, and finds a way, but most of all she is true to herself and does what she thinks is best when she is in the right mindset, even in her times of panic and breaking down, she wouldn't want to destroy everything as that ruins her whole purpose on trying to help in the first place. And she learns to rely on her new friends. Sabre and the others are there for her, but she can't be helped if she doesn't let them help her, and she realizes this. I have fleshed out her character a little more by these little changes and one I want to show you right now is that Alex loves this world too much to think she needs to destroy it. The only reason why she'd do so is if she unintentionally does this, is being controlled, or loses control of her powers. Willingly she wouldn't. In this fan rewrite she is taught the lesson that not everything is perfect, and that is perfect. It is okay, whether win or lose, succeeded or failed, in the end it is okay.

My brain is a little fried from all this thinking and deep wisdom, I might need to wear this. 🎃 See you tomorrow with another design!

Story: Steve Saga (Fan Rewrite)

Character: Alex

Abilities: Um......... Goddess powers....??? 🤷‍♀️ The power of creation and stuff. I dunno...

Personality: friendly, smart, nice cool, curious, and powerful.

By the way y'all, my mom said she looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo and I can't help but agree now... 😭👍

[metfell]

Whats your favourite design quirk for each of cbench? I always love hearing how these things came to be !!

allow me to pull up some of my art for you and i will ramble- oh my god it has been literally so long since ive done colored artwork i am so sorry everyone wow the depression is visible i see. ANYWAYS.

so its funny trying to talk about designs when so much of how i draw them is just "this is ctommy but in a different outfit" so ill go into stuff that is always visible on them

i think my favorite consistency is ctubbos mismatched horns, its something that i think signifies it as My Tubbo Design. i saw a picture of a highland cow back in 2021 and i thought it fit him perfectly and ive never gone back ever since then. i started drawing tubbo as more butchy recently mainly because of boss and his source stuff to be perfectly honest, he has a lot going on in there. but its fun to take a character who is very often like... twink-ified? and make him into a stone dyke butch. well, idk if hes twink-ified these days, but back in 2021-2022 he sure was. i think giving tubbo a wider build- something these two images dont rlly do but whatever we'll work with it- is really great as a visual signifier for being guarded. hes a square hes got his massive snowchester coat on with its big furry coat and his hair covers his eyes and hes got a laurel wreath to signify coming home from war/being victorious in battle/etc. and he wasnt always a moobloom much like my little fic talked about, he used to be a human but the firework explosion fucked him up so bad the server had to stitch him back together with code from mobs. so the server grows a laurel on him and the server hardens him and tries to make him more resilient for the next fight.

i got insane abt tubbo let me move on to ranboo. i have so much fun drawing ranboo i really enjoy playing around with hair length and horn shape and leg anatomy etc. i used to be a fan of the straight split down the middle of their halves but i just love the mottled look so much i have to do that, mainly because i think it makes an artwork look a bit more polished for my own standards for myself. a lot of my ranboo design is an exercise in balance. his halves are black on the left white on the right, so his hair is flipped to make it more interesting, i give them the classic metfell hair flip because a)ranboolives hair moves like that already, and b)it lets me play around with giving them a little crown on the opposite sides horn. also i give them a bolo tie because i dont think cranboo can actually tie a regular tie if im being so forreal. and they have puffy sleeves because i think it adds to the fact that theyre not really a fighter like the others. though cranboo can hold their own and are a literal blacksmith constantly mining and smelting ores and making people armor sets, theyre not KNOWN for fighting, and so giving them an outfit that is not suited for fighting can reflect that.

when it comes to tommy i am always changing up how i draw him. im really attached to the long braid though, and im a classic butterfly clip ctommy enjoyer i think its fun and ppl who hated it were annoying as fuck. i think my favorite thing about drawing ctommy is that i give him gauges- very small ones but gauges nonetheless because cwilbur got them and he wanted to match early on. he never actually went through the process of stretching but he does have them in. and when i draw older ctommy i like to draw him like hes early on estrogen i think its really fun. same with tubbo i like to draw him like hes early on T. theyre transing together :]

[donnerpartyofone]

Hello, Sqwincher Zero and I are here to tell you to take this heat wave seriously. I had never heard of Sqwincher Zero before I took this picture with the intention of making fun of its name, but I sure wished I had some later that night. I will not invite you to scrutinize the series of bad decisions that I made yesterday leading up to a serious and avoidable medical emergency, but suffice it to say that none of these decisions were extreme or unusual for a fun grownup weekend. If anything I dialed it back a little, consciously, and I believed I was drinking plenty of water. It wasn't enough. I was feeling fine until I suddenly wasn't. My awareness of being Severely Dehydrated came on very quickly and then the next few hours were a scary nightmare. I am OK this morning and reviewing certain life choices and also our state of emergency preparedness.

I'm an extremely fortunate person. I have access to clean water, good food, and an amazing person who I tricked into marrying me, so someone is there to help me when I can't help myself. I am also in reasonably good health--which perhaps helped lull me into a false sense of security, especially at an age when my health is inevitably, normally changing, but I just haven't been paying that much attention to it.

Last night when things suddenly became very dark, I was struck with the intense and undeniable awareness that I needed emergency intervention. Like I should have called 911. I knew it for a fact. I have never experienced such a thing before. I could not get past the mental block of admitting that I was having an unprecedented physical crisis. Telling my husband to call 911 just seemed too radical. But I thought about it for hours. I even had a whole fantasy like, OK if my husband called 911 what would they ask him? What would they tell him to do? Instead of acting on this I just gave him little instructions one at a time. Let's draw a cold bath, let's move the fan, let's get a bucket, let's get a couple bottles of water, refill them now please. I was thinking very clearly, I was thinking about my temperature, I was monitoring my water intake versus how often I got sick. The one respect in which I was being irrational (besides my series of careless decisions during the day) was that I could not admit that I needed a doctor.

It's really easy to say things like "Don't be a tough guy, take care of yourself," as if the problem is strictly attitudinal. But switching gears into (for lack of a better term) self-care can be extremely psychologically complex. Being macho or too proud is one thing. Being habitually, neurotically afraid to frighten or inconvenience other people, or ashamed of drawing attention to yourself, is another thing. Being self-destructive and passively suicidal is yet another thing, with deep and insidious roots that can affect more things about your behavior than you even know. And finally, acknowledging that you are experiencing the paradigm shift of a Real Emergency, which might require scary and expensive and unpredictable new activities to get you out of it, is a whole other thing entirely. This is going to sound like an exaggerated reference point but whenever a serial killer is caught and people start saying that the spouse "must have known", they're not factoring in how hard it is to accept that your whole reality is changing and everything is very serious now. Even if the evidence was glaring, it would be a lot to process. There's even a thing in the book Interview With the Vampire as I recall, where somebody says it has been no big deal for vampires to hide their existence through the ages because humans will do extreme mental gymnastics to convince themselves that everything is normal. This all is more or less what was happening with me while I was refusing to call 911. I mean I knew that I should, I just couldn't make the leap.

I should say that my poor husband had no idea how bad it was. To him it just seemed like I'd had a little too much fun, and he was being patient and attentive. None of this is on him, I didn't explain things until I was out of the woods. One thing I feel bad about, that I rarely think about even though it's majorly true, is that not taking care of yourself can frequently, inevitably become someone else's problem. It cannot always stay private and contained forever; if you are incapacitated somehow, you will become someone else's chore.

I want to repeat that I didn't do anything that a normal adult wouldn't do on a Friday night. None of my actions were that extreme in and of themselves; I didn't even have alcohol in my system anymore by the time this struck. But I was not factoring in the weather, or my age, or anything like that that would have been important. We don't have an air conditioner at the moment because we have been luxuriating in our new well-ventilated apartment and enjoying the fact that we can survive with just box fans. I radically underestimated the potential consequences of just toughing it out and going about my business. I need to think more carefully about such things, and mentally reorient myself on preparing for emergencies instead of just reacting "if anything comes up". And I should also supplement our first aid supplies with something that isn't just for cuts and colds. I'm lucky I had cold, clean water, but at some point I really needed electrolytes and vitamins, and there was just nothing to be done for it late at night. I have a lot more thinking to do on this general topic, but it's time for me to get up and drink more water. And maybe go buy some Sqwincher Zero.

[thecluelessdoctor]

whike I mentally prepare myself to make a whole damn comic, it's time I talk about the FNAf movie because fuck you I am going to write what I want

cw: spoilers for the FNAF movie!!

At base value, I loved it. I felt the pacing was a little slow, but I love it. From the little refs to the games, to the in general plot, it was just very enjoyable, even if most of the plot is just from the fact Vanessa didn't tell Mike wtf was going on.

NOW! let's talk technical!

For a pg-13, it was pretty good! I feel it matches the games really well! It's not too scary, but it can give you a startle, especially to any newbie! My mom was startled by the balloon boy lmao. Also it had blood so it's a plus.

The acting, dialogue, and overall set is really good. Scrumptious if I do say so myself.

I loved how the animatronics looked. Freddy and chica being my overall favorites. Idk they made my boy Bonnie blue so I had to take a few points. The cupcake running around was weirdly funny to me lol.

Now lemme touch on the plot!

I liked the plot! Like I said before, it was a LITTLE slow, but nothing too bad. I found it really interesting with what they did with Micheal and the whole dream thing.

And the idea that the children communicate in pictures rather than words hit me pretty hard, because that how I myself communicate. Although I can be.. pretty good with my words, drawing, and art as a whole is relatable to me, making Abby a really relatable character to me.

I really don't understand the hate for the movies bc it's not lore accurate. So what??? A lot of movies based on games don't! I mean- look at the Sonic the hedgehog movie!! Or the Mario movie! So your point is invalid. And also- I'm pretty sure this is a lot more entertaining than watching Micheal do five nights at Freddy's smhhh.

Though I'm sitting here in complete wonder bc like- WHO WAS THE 5TH KID?! WE SEE HER IN THE PICTURES!!! BUT- IS IT CASSIE?? OR CHARLIE MAYBE?! IDK

Also what happened to Derek I need to know.

Did he get turned into a animatronic what the fuck happened to him

Anyway

Let's talk about the cons of the movie.

I keep bringing this up, but the movie was slow. Not unbearably slow, but still slow.

Also, the whole aunt subplot- idk I felt it wasn't really needed except for the mat pat scene (he fucking embraced that scene it was great the theater I was in started cheering and I had to explain to my mom why everyone was so happy)

Also I felt the one major jumpscare we get, of foxy, was waisted. It looked like he was rolling into the security guard on roller blades. I would have liked it if maybe foxy like jumped at the guard or something. Idk just a me thing

I also feel the 'i always come back' line was rushed, same with shaggy's- sorry I mean WILLIAM'S death. It didn't really feel satisfying ig?

also, I felt that Vanessa was more of a plot device than a character. Because most of the plot literally is riding on the fact she doesn't tell Mike the truth.

But anyway

What would I rate this movie, and should you watch it?

I give it a 8/10. It's fun, and nostalgic for old FNaF fans, and a fun intro to new ones. Go check it out

[themadlostgirl]

NDY AU (9)

*Wow. Going back to the OG! Well OG adjacent since this is part of the little au I wrote but it doesn't matter. We're here! And that is another request off the books and finally done haunting my inbox!

I swear I know they are there and I had every intention of writing them sooner but time doesn't exist and suddenly a couple days turns into a couple months.*

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem|Reader

Prompt: A little bonus chapter to the end of the NDY AU I wrote forever ago. The curse is broken! (Fair warning it is a long post)

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It is amazing how time can fly.

My life was about as normal as it could get considering everything. I went to school, went to work, did homework, went to bed. In between all the monotony of routine though was my single bright spot. Peter. My Peter.

Ever since we had met we had been inseparable. He had unlocked a part of me that I had never known was there. Something rebellious and wild and unashamed to be completely myself. I loved who I was when I was with him. It felt like I had been asleep for a long time and now I was finally awake.

My parents still didn’t approve of him no matter what I told them or what Peter did. They saw him as a nuisance and a terrible influence on me. I think they assumed that I would outgrow him at some point but they could not be more wrong. I loved him and if it weren’t for the fact that we had tried once and failed we would have run off together. Started a whole new life together just the two of us. It felt like forever ago.

Peter and I found ourselves now in the trailer that Peter had officially started staying in permanently after the whole mess with his dad happened. He had taken a generator and was keeping it warm and livable that way so he didn’t freeze to death in the winter. We were laying on the bed, not a strip of clothes between the two of us. I was stretched out across the covers and Peter was sitting cross legged next to me with one of his notebooks in hand.

No matter how many times we had done it since that first time on the beach I got such a thrill when we had sex now. Like it was some big forbidden thing we shouldn’t have been doing. Which was ridiculous considering how good it felt. I couldn’t sneak Peter into my house so we had taken to coming back to the trailer when we felt frisky.

As we had been laying there in the post coital glow I had spotted his notebook and asked him to draw me like one of his French girls. He didn’t understand the reference and I had to explain it was from a movie and in it the one character draws the female lead naked. He liked that idea very much. He liked it a little less when I kept singing Celine Dion and told me to lay still.

“Are you almost done?” I asked.

“Give me a minute, pet.” he said, “Perfection takes time.”

“I don’t need it to be perfect. The only people who are gonna see it are you and me.”

“It does need to be perfect because the figure that I am drawing is perfect. A perfect model and an imperfect drawing just won’t do.” he said with a smile. “Now stop wiggling. I swear I’m almost done. I’m just getting the shading right.”

I stayed still for a few more minutes before Peter declared his masterpiece done. I immediately sat up and asked to look at it. He handed me the notebook and I felt my face go hot as I looked at the picture. I knew that Peter was a good artist but I don’t think I was prepared for just how good a drawing it was. That definitely was me, naked as could be. Not a detail blurred or erased.

“I think this has to be my best portrait yet.” he leaned over, leaving a kiss on my shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It’s great. I’m actually a little shy now. It didn’t really occur to me how intently you were focused on me that entire time.”

“Hard to focus on anything else.” he turned my head to kiss me. “And now that I’ve immortalized you in graphite perhaps we can have some more fun.”

“Not likely.” I pushed him back. “We’ve been here forever and I need to get home.”

“Ugh!” he flopped back against the bed. “No. Stay here. We could both live here if we wanted. No having to run home, we can just stay in bed all day.”

“You are insatiable.” I rolled my eyes and stood up as I started searching for my clothes. “I will be back to see you tomorrow but if I don’t get home soon then my parents are going to be on my ass. So, are you going to keep pouting or are you gonna walk me home?”

“Fine. I’m coming.” Peter got out of bed too and started dressing. “Any plans for the weekend?”

“Babysitting.”

“Oh come on! Can’t you cancel? I thought you stopped taking weekend babysitting jobs.”

“I did. But Ms.Mills asked me to watch Henry. Henry is literally my only exception to my no weekends rule. Sorry.”

“Henry Mills. Stealing my girl.” Peter wrinkled his nose.

I tugged on my shoes. “Oh yes, the eleven year old is going to steal your girlfriend. The competition is fierce out here.”

“Is he still on that whole thing about all of us being characters from a fairy tale?”

“Yep. It’s been getting worse since his bio-mom came to town. I swear, the amount of times that kid has run off into things he shouldn’t be getting into is staggering. He doesn’t need a babysitter he needs a leash.” I linked my hand with Peter’s as we started the walk back into town.

“So much weird shit has been happening since she arrived.” Peter said. “I mean, Ms.Blanchard got accused of murder after being outed as a mistress. There was that fire at town hall. The sheriff died. It’s been bad. Don’t get me wrong the chaos is entertaining but it is a lot.”

“Yeah. Hopefully things will be winding down now.” I sighed. Peter saw me back to my house and kissed me goodbye before strolling back up the way he came. I went inside and had another uncomfortable dinner with my parents before absconding to the safety of my room. That was another thing, my relationship with my parents was never good but it had only been getting worse as of late. It was as if the thin veil of a functional family had been stripped away and we were left to come to a single conclusion. We couldn’t stand each other.

The idea of moving into that trailer with Peter sounded more pleasant by the hour. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew my parents would call someone on me to drag me back I may have taken him up on it.

The weekend came and I went over to watch Henry. He looked miserable poor kid. “Things not going well, buddy?” I asked.

“Not really,” he muttered. “No one believes me. I don’t know what to do to make them understand.”

I really didn’t get the whole storybook thing but I did know something about people not listening to me. My parents never listened when I tried to tell them Peter was a good guy. I could imagine Henry was feeling the same kind of frustration.

“Maybe I can help.” I told him. “You have a list of who you think who is, right? Let’s go over it again. Maybe if we can figure out who everyone is then it’ll help them understand it isn’t just a coincidence.”

“Maybe.” he said. He half-heartedly pulled out his book and a pad of paper. He started going over the ones he knew for sure. “You know, this entire time I realized I never tried figuring out who you were.” he turned to me.

“You think I’m in here too?” I asked.

“You have to be.” He said and started flipping through the stories. “I just don’t know which one. There’s not a lot of stories about teenagers in here. Tell me more about what you like to do. Who are your friends?”

“I like to read and I get good grades.” I said. “I uh…I don’t really have a whole lot of friends. I have a boyfriend though that I really love.”

“Boyfriend? Have you always had a boyfriend?”

“I don’t talk about him much. Not everyone likes him. They don’t see him as I do.”

“Who is it?”

“His name is Peter.”

“Peter…” Henry scratched his head. “Last name? Sometimes the entire name has clues.”

“Pangle. Peter Pangle.”

“Pangle? Really?”

“What?”

“What is he like? You said people don’t like him.”

“No. He’s a bit of a jerk. Immature. He likes to draw and his favorite book is Lord of the Flies. His favorite color is green. I don’t know Henry, any of this ringing any bells?”

“Immature, likes green and books about boys trapped on an island.” Peter’s eyes went wide. “And he’s your boyfriend?”

“Yes. What does this--” Henry ignored me as he started scribbling something down in his notebook. “What epiphany did you just have?”

“It’s just a hunch but I feel pretty good about it.” he showed me the page. “Your Peter is actually Peter Pan and since you are dating him then that most likely makes you Wendy Darling.”

“You think we’re Peter and Wendy?” I tried to bite back a laugh. “Doesn’t Wendy have brothers? I’m an only child.”

“Maybe the curse separated you.” Henry said. “But it makes sense. You take care of kids as a job and Wendy was taken to Neverland to be a mother figure to the Lost Boys. It makes sense.”

“Perhaps.” There was a part of me that was kind of hoping that Henry’s theory about who I was would unlock something but I could only shrug. Wendy Darling? It didn’t feel right. Peter though…he does have a lot of similar traits to Peter Pan now that I think about it. If anything this would be something entertaining to tell him about later when I saw him.

After I was done babysitting Henry I returned home and stayed up late talking to Peter over the phone. I told him about Henry’s theory and I could hear him groaning over the phone. “Peter Pan? Really?”

“Oh shush, it could have been worse. You could have been Pinocchio or something.” I told him.

“I only have one kind of wood on me.” Peter said.

“You are disgusting and a pervert. I’m going to bed now.”

“Oh come on ‘Wendy’” he teased, “Don’t hang up on me. I want to talk more.”

“Don’t call me Wendy. And I would love to stay up longer but I really am tired.” I yawned to emphasize my point. “I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, pet. Love you.”

“Night. Love you too.” I hit end call and rolled over to go to sleep.

The next day more chaos ensued in town. I was sitting at home, book in hand when I heard sirens going blaring down the street. What emergency was happening now? I went to ask my mom and she informed me that one of her friends in the hospital said that Henry Mills had been taken to the ER after having fallen unconscious due to some unknown factor.

“Oh god, poor Henry.” my heart went out to him. He was a good kid. I really hoped that he would come out of this alright. I decided to go check on him and went to the hospital.

It was strange seeing him laid up in bed with all the tubes and wires surrounding him. He was so still. I had always known Henry to be so full of life. This was wrong. He couldn’t die like this. He needed to live. It was so important that he lived!

I didn’t stay long. I couldn’t stay there and see him like that. I didn’t want to go home either so I decided to kick around on the beach, watch the waves lap at the shore. What I would have given for a balmy beach and warm white sand. Maybe one of these days when I finally graduated and could ditch this town.

It was as I was standing there looking out over the dreary grey of the dark ocean I felt something slam through me. It was like I had gotten hit by a wave and it left me staggering on my feet as memories slammed into my brain. An old life. My life.

My head shot up as I remembered who I was and where I had come from. I stared at the woods and started running. Peter! My Peter!

My legs kept pumping as I willed myself to go faster. I needed to find Peter. I had to!

My pace stumbled to a stop as I noticed something rushing over the forest floor and swallowing the trees in sinister purple fog. I could feel it in my bones, the way it tingled and set my hair on edge. This was magic. I braced knowing I couldn’t outrun it and instead let it encompass me. The rush of it fell over me and away as the fog dissipated and I was still standing where I had been. I was still here. Good. Hopefully that meant Peter was too.

I was rushing up the trail and saw someone barreling down the other way. “Peter!” I shouted. “Peter Pan!”

“Lost girl!” Peter ran to me and tackled me in a hug. “It’s you. It’s us! I remember!”

“I know.” I held him tight, scared to let him go. “Peter…Peter…”

“It’s alright, precious.” he pressed a kiss to my head. “We’re not going to be separated again. Never again.”

“Twenty eight years…” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “We’ve been stuck here for twenty eight years.”

“I know. I know.” he soothed me. “But we had each other. Even that damn curse couldn’t keep us apart.”

“That it couldn’t.” Tears were leaking down my face. “Do you still remember our lives here?”

“Yes.” he wiped the tears away. “I remember you saying that you loved me.”

“Yeah…I guess I did.” I had been carefully dancing around that for decades back on Neverland. Yet a couple years stuck in a curse finally loosed the feeling from my tongue. “You said you loved me too though.”

Peter’s face went pink. “Right.” he cleared his throat. “I suppose I did.”

“Do you still feel that way or was that just the curse talking?” I asked, scared of the answer.

He softened, pulling me in for another kiss. “No precious, that was not the curse talking. I love you. I do. I swear.”

“Your word is your bond.” My face hurt from how wide I was smiling. “I know we’ve been here together this whole time but I feel like we were still miles apart.”

“Not anymore. Never again, lost girl.” Peter said. “I told you before when the curse was about to hit us that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. It was only a matter of time until I found you.”

“And you were insufferable.”

“Yet you came around to my charms once again.”

“Somehow. How you can charm anything is a wonder.”

The smile on Peter’s face started to drop and darkness entered his eyes. “Peter? What’s wrong?”

“That fucker hurt you.” he said, his words like ice. “I’m going to go kill him.” he started walking back towards town, tugging me along.

“Who are you talking about?”

“The man this damn curse had me convinced was my father.” he growled, his grip on my hand almost painfully tight. “He hurt me. He hurt you. I’m going to kill him for that.”

“Oh…right.” I had almost forgotten about that. It seemed like a lifetime ago. How long ago was that even? It could have been years at this point but I simply couldn’t gauge when it happened. Still, the fear I had felt was real and so was the anger rushing through my veins now. “After we kill him can we return to Neverland?”

“Of course.” Peter’s smile turned cruel and calculating. “And there was one good thing about this curse, it gave us access right to the Heart of the Truest Believer.”

My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was right. “And I’m his trusted babysitter. I’m sure we could convince him to come with us. If the kid wants nothing else, it’s adventure. And what land is more perfect for that than Neverland?”

“Gods I’ve missed you.” he pulled me in again to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Come now, Lost Girl. We have a new game to play.”

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[red-eclipse]

Dear Mom,

I write you letters every year, and it's usually the same kind of thing... but this year so far has been so eventful, I'm not sure if I'll be able to fit all of this in this piece of paper! Our family has grown so much bigger than before, and life has become more hectic... It makes me feel guilty, but part of me prefers this—there's more people to talk to, both new faces and old ones that have found their way back to our home. It's nice, even if sometimes it hurts. It can be awkward to have more people around especially when sometimes my company is not welcome. Was it like this when you were around, mom? I'm sure you're wondering about dad too. If you were here you'd be so worried for him. He's so stressed out and he doesn't sleep as much as he should... I'm to blame for that too, I betrayed him just to find out more about myself. I'm sorry your daughter turned out to be so selfish... I hope you don't hate me for it. I've been trying to make up for it, trying to be more useful and trying to reassure him. I just wish that he'd let us take care of him more—was he this stubborn when he was younger? If I could be stronger, maybe I'd be better at this. How do you become stronger, mom? Please, please tell me. I need you. If you were here instead of me, maybe daddy would be happier. ♡♡♡♡♡ The fact that Uncle Sonic has been around more is especially awkward. I've told you about it before. I can see that he's trying to get closer to my dad but... it's a bit painful to watch? Maybe a bit cringeworthy. Haha I know it's been a long time since I've sent you drawings, and I suck at drawing but here's how our family looks like right now ❀

In order: Little Kit, Chronos, Dad, Me, Uncle Mighty and Uncle Ray! All of the new members are from a different dimension, cool huh? ♡♡♡ I'm still a bit awkward with some of them but it'll be okay! Uncle Mighty is so kind and strong, he could probably lift me with one finger! Without trying! I am still wanting to ask about his quad routine. I just hope everyone will be okay. Chronos gave us a scare at the Easter party and I couldn't do much of anything, but he's back home and he's been... not really resting, but hopefully recovering well enough. He's a lot like dad—I guess he is him from somewhere else, but he's also not... It's a bit confusing really... I think he's a good big brother, though. He teases me sometimes but he can also be really kind, and he's SUPER good to little Kit! He takes such good care of him, it's kind of adorable. Doesn't let me be near him much tho 💢💢💢 BWAH!! Little Kit has been making friends at least! He's kind of quiet and very sleepy. I think Chronos has mentioned he's nocturnal, but he's always napping. He can have a temper though! His water powers are really cool to see in action.. AND HE HAD SO MUCH FUN AT EASTER!! Before things went awry tho but I did snap some cute pictures... Oh and there's a really mean, really weird kid living on the roof now. I don't even know. I wish you could meet all of them, though. Maybe an alternate version of you will come along or something, who knows at this point! Life has been hectic and confusing but much more interesting. I guess in the end this is what I wanted... I just hope there's no more hurt, I don't want to see them hurting again. I can't do anything about it because I'm not good at comforting anyone really. There's only so much baking sweets will do... Maybe that's something else I need to reflect on. Talking to you always makes me feel better, mom.. I love you. I promise I will do my very best. Happy Mothers Day! Love, Blossom. ❀❀❀

[steamworksfairy]

Hi Fae!! My thoughts were: oh my gosh, Verde fan!! My assumption was also that you're a sciency person, whether a student in STEM or someone who is really pulled to sci-fi? I also thought you're an Arco fan in general but Verde is your baby girl! Also your name is incredibly pretty so I wondered if you're a fan of fairytales or more contemporary fairies? If I had to pick hm...maybe a mix? You also read as a cool person to me! How I feel now? A very sweet, lovely person!! I like that you're always engaging. You also seem like someone who plans to a T and very patient. I admire that!

Hi Nimo!!! Hope everything gets better soon. Giving you lots of hugs 🫂 💚

Dhfjfifif I love how everyone has me pegged for a Verde fan. Like I know I make it obvious but I love that it's the first thing people realize. Means I did a good job with my blog. Tho I should probably start drawing other characters soon lmao.

You're half right, Nimo! While I'm not a STEM student, I have been taking writing classes. And I do like sci-fy, tho I'll admit I'm picky with that genre. Like I'm not a fan of Stars Wars, but I do like Star Trek. Specifically the Kirk and Picard generations (courtesy of my mom who got me to like them lmao). I do love Twilight Zone, Tin Man----basically any part of scify that goes into supernatural elements/creatures or fantasy I usually find myself drawn towards. Aliens are always going to be hit or miss with me. Some are 👌 others just aren't my thing. I do like alternative dimensions and mad science adventures tho. Like Doctor Who or Rick and Morty is so much fun. Also Gravity Falls is literally my spirit animal.

Verde is my babygirl!!! I love all the Arcobaleno but I was born with Verde fan genes. If look at my DNA under a microscope you'll see a picture of Verde's in the sequence 💚

Omg!!! You think my name is pretty?! Thank you 💚 Its based off my love for steampunk and as you guessed fairies. I loveall types of fairies. From Tinker Bell and Shirley Barber to the wicked and gorgeous and grotesque ones you'd find in modern ya like Holly Black's books all the way to their origins in golk lore. I just love fairies. I 100% blame my mom for this and maybe the fact I grew up on Winx Club and in Barbie's Fairytopia era as well. Like tbh fairies were everywhere when I was kid and all the toys for them went above and beyond. Looking back it feels like the perfect storm to fall in love with these mischievous creatures 💚

As for fairy tales....I FUCKING LOVE FAIRY TALES!!!!!!! Like ph my god anything fairy tale related and I'm sold. Again grew up in the era where these were the rage. Like Disney was delivering with so much Disney Princess stuff both new and old, Once Upon a Time was rearranging my braincells with how epic is was, and djfjfjfjdjshfh I just love fairy tales. Especially when people put their own twist on things. And the Brother's Grimm stuff is always a classic. Also can't forget Hans Christian Anderson. Um........I can't think of much else rn but let be known fairy tale character assignments is one of the first I give to characters. I can't help it. It's just who I am inside. I love it so much I actually have a Once Upon A Time inspired au for khr floating around in my head 😆

Cool person alert!! 😎 I think I need to start using this emoji now XD/hj/j/lh

🥺💚 Thank you!!!! Now look away, I'm ugly crying 😭/lh/j I do try to engage and interact as much as I can. I feel like I can do better but maybe that's just me being too hard on myself. I do try to plan things out as best I can. Admittedly in some areas I do need to get better at this. I actually bought a day timer so I could....I just have to use it :3