#I SWEAR THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE DOODLE

[disabled-battlekukku]

The Scream of the Cybernik

[bri-cheeses]

| May 12th | Prompt: Kiss | Word Count: 827 | @rosekillermicrofic |

“Barty,” Evan whined, stretching a hand up to where Barty was dangling Evan’s notebook over his head, “give it back!”

Barty grinned and raised the notebook higher. “Why d’you want it so much? Got something in here you don’t want me to see?”

The truth is, Evan did have something in there he didn’t want Barty to see—countless sketches of quick green eyes, a slim nose, a devilish grin, and beautiful brown hair. Which, of course, all came together to form drawings of the boy in front of him, who could open the notebook at any time and see those mortifying doodles.

So, he did one of the things he did best.

“No,” Evan lied. It came out only slightly unconvincing.

“You know what?” Barty’s thoughtful tone of voice caused Evan’s stomach to sink. “I think that you do have something in here you don’t want me to see.”

Evan sucked in a breath. “Barty.” His voice was low and dangerous. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t give me that notebook right now—”

“Alright, alright, relax,” Barty laughed. Evan had always loved his laugh, but he wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t make him feel slightly nervous at this specific moment in time.

“I propose a trade,” continued Barty. “You give me something, and I’ll give the notebook back.”

Narrowing his eyes at him, Evan gave Barty an assessing look. It was very likely he was telling the truth and that he really would give Evan’s notebook back, but it was almost as equally likely that he wouldn’t. So Evan considered the risk, weighing both options in his head, then made his decision.

“What would I have to give you in return?” He asked.

Barty’s eyes gleamed.

“You’d have to give me…” he paused, ever the one for dramatics, “….a kiss.”

Evan felt his eyes widen, and he felt the need to check if his ears were working properly. “Sorry?”

“I said, you’d have to give me a kiss.”

“And—” Evan paused, “and why would you want me to give you a kiss?”

Barty’s expression grew more serious. The way he held eye contact with him made Evan blush, a rush of heat warming his face.

“I think you know why,” Barty said. His voice was intense and filled the space between them easily. Evan blushed harder.

“Then I suppose… that I would like that trade.” Evan winced at his words; he sounded like an idiot. But, after all, he was an idiot—just a love-struck one.

Barty’s grin returned and he swayed forward slightly, arm lowering the notebook. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Good question. What was Evan waiting for? Barty was here, right in front of him, and he wanted a kiss from Evan.

So Evan grabbed the collar of Barty’s shirt and tugged him forward, bringing his mouth down to his own.

Barty’s lips were soft and demanding as he stretched out his hands to grab Evan’s waist, then pulled his body towards his own. His strong grip caused an explosion of uninvited butterflies in Evan’s stomach.

Evan reached up a hand and threaded it through Barty’s hair, gasping against his lips. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Barty’s desire in the way that he kissed—hard, explorative, and all-consuming.

Evan could’ve stayed there for hours, but they inevitably broke apart from one another some time later.

But Evan didn’t open his eyes, instead choosing to lean his forehead against Barty’s for several seconds afterwards. He had the worst feeling that this would all turn out to be some cruel joke Barty had decided to play, just to see how things would turn out. Evan was afraid that if he opened his eyes, everything would simply slip away, the way dreams did after waking up in the morning.

“Evan,” Barty whispered. His mouth was still close enough to Evan’s that he could feel him speaking. “Look at me.”

Despite his apprehension, Evan lifted his head and opened his eyes shyly.

Barty’s beautiful face greeted him, his expression wrought with wonder. He looked slightly dazed, too, and Evan realized with no small amount of pleasure that Barty was still clinging to him tightly.

“Bee,” he breathed, looking into Barty’s eyes.

Barty seemed to share the unspoken sentiment and his mouth curved into a soft smile.

“I’ve been waiting ages to do that,” Barty confessed.

Evan mirrored his smile, an intense feeling of joy spreading out from his middle and to the tips of his fingers and toes.

“Me too,” he said. Then he added playfully, “We should do that more often.”

Barty huffed a small laugh and, using his convenient hand placement on Evan’s hips, tugged him forward until their chests were a hairbreadth from touching.

“I think,” he said lowly, lowering his mouth until he was murmuring against Evan’s lips, “that you are correct.”

And then he crashed their lips together once more, clearly eager to start testing Evan’s theory.

[insensiblelimerence]

Traveler ➹

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

Synopsis: You were supposed to know better, but here you were, maybe two hours max from turning. What about the life you were going to have? The life you could’ve had with Ellie?

Warnings: character death, angst, swearing, mentions of blood, descriptions of murder, weapons, apocalyptic events

I wrote this like two years ago and decided fuck it why not get this out of my horde of drafts?

UNEDITED. 18+ MINORS DNI.

That all seemed fucking stupid as you stare at the bite mark on your forearm, pupils glued onto it as you dropped the gun in your right hand.

How did you not notice..?

Ellie came in, trying to look over slowly as she noticed your gun on the floor.

“you look like hell. are you okay..?”

You quickly turn to her, a panic-stricken look to your face. you chuckle as you roll down your sleeve.

“it’s nothing,” you say.

“nothing at all.”

she frowns at your now bleeding blue jacket, looking from your sleeve and back at you.

“no way did you try and stitch yourself up again.” she jokes.

you give an awkward smile. “yup.. y’know me, always stitching myself up!”

she walks over to you quickly, grabbing your arm. she sighs, starting to pull up your sleeve. “let me see how you did, if you did it all jagged i swe-“

“stop!” you pull your arm away, adjusting your sleeve “i.. i think i saw someone out there, we.. we should go.”

“we’re in ass nowhere, there’s nobody nearby.”

you shake your head. “no, no i swear I saw one!”

she gives you a knowing look, before its your turn to sigh as you slowly take off your backpack. guess you two were staying here for the night.

—

half an our has passed. you can feel her eyes boring into your back as you doodle on the worn wood with a rock. you know you should tell her… but…. it’ll be hard.

ellie has already lost so much, and you want to protect her for as long as you can.

the sun has set by now, and you lean against the staircase.

you glance at ellie repeatedly, who hasn’t moved from her criss cross position on the floor. she makes eye contact with you, before rushing at you.

“holy shit!” you shout. she grabs your arm, pulling up the sleeve as you fight back. “ellie stop! you’re hurting me! what if you pull the stitch!”

it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. the dried up mark pulsed on your arm, veins haywire. she stares at the bite mark with a blank face, her eyebrows furrowing. “are you fucking serious.”

you try to speak, but nothing comes out. your hand reaches hers, as you attempt to slowly pry her fingers off. when you touch hands, she suddenly explodes.

“why didn’t you tell me?!” she yells. “when did you get this?? do you not trust me?!”

the questions flood your head, and you feel dizzy. you stumble against the floor, tears pooling at your eyes.

“i’m sorry.”

“when did you get it?!” she repeats, shaking your arm.

just before you two got in the safe house, when you killed those clickers.

“i… i don’t know. i only saw it when we got in the house.”

her gaze softens, the grip on you loosening. she’s silent now. uncomfortably silent.

she lets go of you, but doesn’t move.

“when… when did you plan on telling me?”

“soon, i swear. i-“

“were you gonna just run away and kill yourself or what?! why couldnt you have fucking told me! i could have helped you! i could’ve- I-“ she chokes on her words, falling to her knees.

she hugs you tightly, cradling you slowly as if you were fragile. “i can’t lose you. not you too…”

you shiver against her breath as warm tears fall onto your shoulder. “we could.. we could amputate it. my arm, i mean.”

she lets go, gently taking off your jacket and inspecting your arm. “no use.” she says coldly, dropping both your arm and hers. you look at her, only for her not to look back.

“look, ellie i-“

“if you want me to do it i wont.”

“what?”

“i cant shoot you. even if you killed everybody i know i could never shoot you. i… i fucking said it. fucking embarrassing am i right..? i could never do it.” she rambles as she looks to the side.

ellie looked so god damn pretty right now. the moon glimmering in the window framed her face perfectly, as if she was sculpted by the gods herself.

you grab her face with your bite-free arm. even if she couldn’t get infected, you would never.

you look at her lips, and then her eyes. then her lips again. she stared at you gently, tears glossing her eyes. you kiss her softly, the feeling of her chapped lips against yours filling your heart with joy. you had waited so long to feel her lips, to feel them against yours. you had just wished it was under different circumstances. you let go, and she leans into you for more, but you stand your ground.

“i know you just said you cant,” you say quietly. “but neither can i. so someone needs to, y’know?” you chuckle.

ellie looks at you in shock. “what?” she feels the cold metal against her palm, and looks at the gun you slid into her hands. she glances back up. “no, no.. i…” she shakes her head. “i can’t, you know i can’t.”

you smile slowly. “i’m too much of a pussy to do it. we both know this. and if i have to go this way, i’d only want you to do it.”

you scoot back a little, so you rest against the stairs once more. she’s standing up now, towering over you as the gun lay limp in her hand.

“do it for me, ellie.” you murmur softly, refusing to make eye contact.

your gun shakes in her hand, and she swears she can feel the leftover warmth of you touching it. its now aimed at your head as you continue to smile at her.

“i can’t.”

you frown. “please.”

she’d never seen you beg, and realized it would be the last. you want it to be her. you want her to do this one last favor. and she’d be damned if she never did anythung for you in your last moments.

“i love you.” you whisper.

she looks away, biting her lips.

“i love you too.”

—

she picks up the blue stained jacket, gently wrapping your gun in it before packing it into her bag.

she grabs your limp body, huffing as she leaves the house with you in her arms. she reaches the door, glancing at the blood splatter against the wall of the staircase. she should have known. she thought to herself. you would have gushed about how beautiful the house must have been before the outbreak. she turns, leaving as she silently swears to never set foot in that house again. not while your blood soiled the floral wallpaper.

you two were going to go to this farm that dina had promised was amazing. jj and dina were waiting for you two. waiting for you to excitedly run to jj the second you got in the house, getting to meet the new baby. watching you gush about how cute he is and refuse to take your eyes off him. to finally be at peace.

she walked for a bit, before finding a patch of tall grass and moss, next to a fallen tree. the moon’s light gave it an ethereal feel to it. you would have loved to see this.

her grip tightened on you. she didn’t want to let go. as much as she wishes she could just easily lay you down and walk away she just couldn’t. she always couldn’t do something. she couldn’t ride a bike. she couldn’t swim. she couldn’t save you.

she couldn’t shoot you.

but she did.

so,

ellie gently laid you on the forest ground, taking off her coat and placing it over your face. she couldn’t look at you anymore. not without falling apart.

she backs up, staring at you one final time.

“see ya later i guess..” she chuckles. she feels her nails digging into her skin, tears crawling down her face. her clothes didnt feel right anymore. they felt itchy, uncomfortable, wet. only wet because of your blood of course. the redness on the hem of her shirt was suffocating, the coppery smell sending her into an internal fit.

it doesn’t matter what she can’t do. its now what she will do. and what she will do is kill abby. abby’s to blame. she’s the cause of this. if she never killed joel, they’d never even go to seattle. jesse wouldn’t be dead. all of this was because of abby. she couldnt kill abby she couldn’t save jesse.

she couldn’t save you.

in the end she still couldn’t.

she just couldn’t live without you.

[mystwrites]

Hi, congratulations on reaching 200 followers! You're a very talented writer and artist and worked hard to achieve this milestone!

If you would like for your follower event, could you do 🍉 and 🌊, with lee!Geto and ler!Gojo? I guess I'm basing the scenario where Geto and Gojo took Riko to Okinawa island to relax.

Again, congrats on this milestone and may many more come your way!

My 200 Followers Event is still open!

The beach was really great. Geto was downright enjoying himself. Of course, this was a mission he was supposed to be on with Gojo but Gojo’s idea of a beach day was incredible. The smell of the salty sea, the calming sounds of the waves hitting the sand, the warm sun on his body. It was all so relaxing.

While he did say he was opposed to the idea, he now has no arguments. Sunbathing was really nice and relaxing. A perfect change in scenery as well as atmosphere. Before, things were tense and now the mood was lifted, everyone smiling, laughing and genuinely happy.

“God…I love this…” he mumbled, Gojo next to him lying on his back, enjoying this fresh dose of vitamin c.

“I told you this would be fun!” Gojo sang, pointing to Riko and Kuroi going for a swim. “They’re having a lot of fun and I can tell you’re having a good time tanning.”

“Mmm. I did wanna get a tan at some point in my life.” Geto replied, comfortable as ever on his stomach. “Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“Is my back burning?”

“Uhhh…ooh! Yes, I see some redness.”

Geto groaned and sat up. “Shit. Really?”

“Yes! Right here! It’s red.” Gojo added, pressing down on Geto’s shoulder. He hissed as Gojo’s finger pressed into his skin. It did hurt slightly.

“Damn…that was quick.”

“Well, we were here for like…an hour and thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, but while I do wanna tan, I don’t wanna become a cooked lobster.“ Geto joked, tossing a bottle of sunscreen to Gojo. “Help me out and put sunscreen on my back will you?”

“Roger!” Gojo saluted, suddenly squirting a whole glob onto Geto’s back.

“OIY!! Take it easy with the sunscreen!” Geto gasped.

The sudden temperature change from hot to freezing cold startled Geto so much his foot kicked Gojo’s back. Apologizing, Gojo went to work, probably applying too much sunscreen but more is better than too little. Geto was grateful that his best friend would do this for him.

Geto’s eyes closed since it felt as if Gojo was massaging him but before he could completely relax, he felt two single fingers start to drag up and down his sides and swirl in a circular motion. Tensing up, Geto let out a loud inhale and whined, fully aware that Gojo was absolutely grinning behind him.

“Satoru!” he hissed. “That tickles!!”

“Dude, I’m not even trying to tickle you! I’m just doodling on your back with the sunscreen.” Gojo snickered, a mischievous grin appearing on his face much to Geto’s horror. “I drew a cat on your back hehehe! Let’s draw some more.~”

“Don’t even think about it you ass.” Geto barked.

“What? You don’t want a nice tattoo?”

“Hell no! Especially not if the “tattoo” is super painful tomorrow, then starts to itch and peel in a few days.”

“Oh well…it’s your loss. It was a very cute drawing.”

Geto laughed at the sad sigh Gojo let out and shook his head. Sometimes his friend could be too much. He still enjoyed being around Gojo nonetheless.

All was calm after Gojo finished applying the sunscreen to his back. The sounds of Riko screaming and laughing with Kuroi as a wave knocked them over was music to Geto’s ears as he continued to happily sunbathe. That was until he felt Gojo’s finger run up the back of his leg from the sole of his foot to the back of his knee. Jerking, Geto whipped around so fast he could’ve gotten whiplash and threw sand at Gojo’s face.

“GAAAH!” Gojo shook his head and giggled, smiling playfully at Geto.

“I swear to god, Satoru!” he growled, glaring at the white haired teen. “If you don’t stop…”

“What? If I don’t stop then what?~” Gojo teased, brushing the sand off of his cheek before suddenly tickling Geto’s spine.

“I will not hesitate to unleash the kissy cu-AAAGHHH!!” Geto couldn’t find it in him to spit out an angry remark as Gojo started to gently scribble at his hips. “Dahahammit Satoru!!”

“Hehee. Oh this is good!” Gojo snickered, sitting on Geto’s lower back. “Let’s have a little fun then, Suguru!~”

Geto shook his head, slapping the beach towel he resided on as Gojo’s hands connected with his armpits. While he wouldn’t normally be against a sudden Gojo tickle attack, they were at the beach, not in their dorm rooms where they had privacy. Anyone could look at them and think they were crazy. And worst of all, Riko and Kuroi might possibly join in the fun.

“Thihis is chihildish!! Quit th-this nonsehense!! Sato-RUUUHUHUHU!! IHIHI’M SEHERIOUS!!” Geto wheezed, reaching back to push Gojo away once his hands settled on his hips.

All that came in response was Gojo humming, happy to just tickle his friend to pieces. Giggling, Gojo suddenly lay on top of Geto, going for his ribs, hips and armpits all at once. Laughing, Geto flailed about, kicking up sand before he submitted to the sensations plaguing his body.

“Is this still childish?” Gojo snickered, rolling Geto onto his back. “Tickling my best friend and making him laugh is childish??”

“Y-YEHEHES YOU GOON!” Geto cried, wheezing as Gojo dusted the sand off of his stomach. “KNOHOHOCK IT OFF!!”

“Make me stop, Suguru!~” Gojo taunted, smug as ever. “Why don’t you make a curse stop me?~”

Gojo let out a yelp as Geto kicked him in the back. Seeing his opportunity, Geto bucked his hips as hard as he could, successfully dislodging Gojo from his waist. Without hesitation, he ran into the water to join Riko and Kuroi, Gojo hot on his heels.

“Amanai! Kuroi!!” he wheezed, shivering as his feet, thighs and then hips were submerged in the water. “Please help me!!”

“What’s wrong? Is Gojo being a turd?” Riko asked, clearly not surprised Gojo would be starting some chaos.

“Yeah! He’s engaging in childish activities!!” Geto cried, hiding behind Kuroi.

“What kind of “childish activities” are we talking about?” Kuroi asked.

“W-we don’t talk about that…” Geto stammered, pointing at Gojo and trying hard to ignore the burning of his cheeks. “You back the fuck up!”

“C’mere Suguru!~ I’m not done with you yet! Don’t hide behind Amanai and Kuroi you wimp!~”

Thinking on the fly, Riko let out a battle cry and kicked water into Gojo’s face. Geto saw this as his moment to put the sudden tickle attack to an end and grabbed his friend by the waist. Gojo shrieked, feeling his feet levitate out of the water and into the air. Snickering, Kuroi and Riko watched, wondering what Geto would do.

“There!” Geto said, suddenly tossing Gojo over his shoulder and into the water. “Problem solved.”

Sputtering, Gojo resurfaced, scoffing as he searched for his sunglasses that fell off in all the chaos. Riko and Kuroi both snickered as Geto loomed over him, his arms crossed.

“You done with these childish antics, Satoru?” he asked, Gojo laughing and putting his glasses back on.

“Pffft! Nah but I won’t do anything for now.” Gojo sang, poking Geto’s tummy.

“For now?!?” Geto squawked, splashing Gojo once again. “Don’t you dare tickle me again!”

“Aaah.” Riko snickered, nodding her head at Kuroi. “That’s what “childish activities” meant.”

A/N: Thank you for the request!🩷I loved writing for Gojo and Geto so much! It’s refreshing to start writing for other fandoms.

[ch10srac00n]

I swear, after this I will try to finish the Frowning Critters desing and maybe do a little comic about them. Again, this was supposed to be a silly doodle that I made while in class and become something elaborated.

I feel like Damien make jokes time to time about being illegal and crossing the border, exaggerating things for them to being wild like, riding a bull and passing thought the border w no problems, soo one day Harriet as a joke decided to investigate about ICE immigration (bc all the time that Damien mentions it) and dress up as ICE police and trick Damien, it didn’t end up well.

Spellcasters AU belongs to @onyxonline , hope you dont mind me putting extra spots in Damian plus making too much Mexican random stuff about Damian

[blueberrymuffin674]

What did the Exit say to the Ringmaster

"Hahahaha... don't you believe me!?" Kaufmo stood on the edge of the stage, trying to get the others to believe him about that exit door. "I- I swear I saw one!

Ragatha looked at him with pity. "Kaufmo there is no exit. You can't leave this place. This has to stop." Kaufmo denied.

"No I saw it! And maybe you should do something instead of denying your escape!" Kaufmo felt as if he couldn't breathe. He felt all eyes staring, judging, waiting for him to do something. Something.

DO SOMETHING

Kaufmo ran back to his room and shut the door. Barricading it to make sure Jax doesn't break in using a key. Only god, or Caine in this case knows how he gets them. Speaking of Caine.

"HELLO KAUFMO!" Caine greeted, or screamed, in Kaufmo's face while hanging upside down for some weird reason.

"hey Caine."

Caine tilted his teeth. "Why so down buddy?" Caine lowered his volume, something he rarely does around everyone else.

"I want to find an exit Caine."

Caine paused, "we will, I'm sure."

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"Hello welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus!" "Looks like we have a new NPC." "Jax don't be rude" "Be quiet stringface I can't hear the newbie going insane." "Not quite an NPC I guess."

Kaufmo found himself overstimulated from all the attention. "How do I take this headset off!? Why am I a clown!?"

"There is no exit and you really can't take the headset off." A chess piece walked up to him, followed by another chess piece. "My name is Kinger, this is my wife, Queenie."

"NO no this isn't real. You are not real!" Kaufmo ran in the opposite direction. That's how his first day went. Everyone expected him to give up on the exit, as they all did.

But he wasn't like the others. He didn't stop. He made a weird alliance with Caine because of it. Kaufmo was the only one who didn't give up, the only one Caine tried to help find that exit, his friend.

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"Caine I made a poster with clues to find a way out."

"Oooh! That'll be fun to use!" Caine fiddled with his hands. It was something he did a lot. He spun around the room.

Kaufmo groaned. "Caine stop fooling around and come help me!"

"Whatever you say friend!" And Caine meant it. After all, he can't lose his only friends. Again.

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"I have an idea Caine! We should do a challenge!"

"What do you have in mind my friend?"

"A contest to see who can do the best joke! Whoever lasts the longest wins!" Kaufmo snickered, knowing he would win. After all, everyone loved his jokes! Ragatha always laughed at them.

"Sure, it's on!" Caine smiled as well as he could for a pair of dentures.

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Kaufmo was laying on his bed in a fetal position. Caine left a few hours ago to stop Jax from terrorizing Ragatha and Gangle. Fools. Kaufmo started at he ceiling. The bright color hurt his eyes. Instead of going insane in here he decided to go take a walk. Maybe tell some jokes to put everyone in a good mood. At least Ragatha liked them.

Kaufmo walked down the hall muttering some jokes to himself, after all, a clown is supposed to make himself a fool. He stopped when he saw Gangle. Gangle was hunched down holding a ripped piece of paper with a few doodles of a character that Kaufmo did not recognize. When she spotted him she picked up her pace to stand in front of him.

"Hey Kaufmo, I was making a picture but then Jax found me then he told me it was bad then he tripped me and made he rip it." Gangle started rambling and sniffed, "Then I found you so I wanted to give you this." She holds out a red crayon. "It's my favorite crayon. I like the color red."

Ah so Caine failed in "stopping Jax from antagonizing Ragatha and Gangle". Figured, I mean what can that AI do right. Kaufmo stopped his train of thought when Gangle awkwardly cleared her throat, that she doesn't have.

"Oh uh thank you I guess" Kaufmo went still for a second before continuing, "hey do you wanna hear a joke."

Gangle squeaked. Kaufmo's jokes weren't really known in the circus for being the best. And with how he's been doing lately with that "exit" talk, this one was probably not going to be good either.

"O- okay." Her voice getting quieter as Kaufmo's maniacal expressing grew.

"What did the exit say to the clown?" Kaufmo's smile quivered when Gangle gulped, "No way out! Funny right?"

Gangle shook her head. "U- uhh. Can you do a nicer joke."

Kaufmo's face went cold. "Let me say it again, WHAT DID THE EXIT SAY TO THE CLOWN? NO WAY OUT! ISN'T THAT SO FUNNY!?"

Gangle started bawling and ran to her room. Kaufmo started in the direction she went. He walked the hallways some more  while pondering over why she hadn't laughed. It was funny right? RIGHT? He is a clown, he is supposed to joke around, make people laugh, ITS HIS ONLY KNOWN PURPOSE. I have no right to be sad about this. It's her fault she has no sense of humor. SHE IS TO BLAME. I have the right to be angry. He stops running and slows to a walking pace as be workers what he thought about Caine earlier. He has helped Kaufmo, but he's just an AI right. He's supposed to want to help. He doesn't care. Kaufmo snaps out of his thoughts when he sees Ragatha. She always laughs at his jokes! She will understand right!? A glimmer of hope burns in Kaufmo's chest. He can't tell if it hurts or not.

"He Ragatha, you saw that exit door too right, you believe me right...? Aren't my jokes funny?"

Oh Kaufmo- uh good one! That one was really funny! Ragatha fake laughs, not having listened to it at all, thinking it was another bad joke. "You should go tell it to the others!"

"That wasn't a joke." Kaufmo goes limp. "You were faking all this time..."

Ragatha exaggerates her smile, knowing she's been caught. "I- I um."

"What did the exit say to the clown? No way out. FUNNY RIGHT!" Kaufmo's eyes tear up as Ragatha doesn't laugh and looks away awkwardly. He runs back to his room. The glimmer flickers out, it's empty, too empty.

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Kaufmo stares at the ceiling once more. He thinks about going to sleep when Caine bursts in with his godd*mn confetti. What does he want. That AI thing is only here to follow his f*king programming.

"Hey there buddy! Ragatha told me you looked a bit unwell so I came to check up on you!" 

Kaufmo glared. "I am not you buddy."

"Sorry I couldn't hear you!" Caine leaned in closer.

"I AM NOT YOUR BUDDY YOU IDIOT! YOU F*CKING IDIOT I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND!" Kaufmo gets up and walks closer to Caine.

Caine backed away, sinking a bit. "I- just-. I thought we were..."

NO YOU ARE JUST A STUPID AI! WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH A THING LIKE YOU?! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME! I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN THIS DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY DIGITAL HELL! I WANT AN EXIT! I WANT A PURPOSE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW MY OWN NAME. And you...

Caine struggled to stay in the air. It was alarming to hear Kaufmo say something so, eerily calm after blowing up like that.

YOU are an AI. I DON'T WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU! IT'S PRETTY DUMB TO THINK THAT ANYONE WOULD WANT TOO! YOU. ARE. NOT. HUMAN. YOU ARE A FAILURE. A FREAK. I DON'T WANT YOU TO EVER THINK THAT YOU ARE ANYTHING ELSE. YOU ONLY EXITS TO MAKE ADVENTURES AND KEEP US SANE, AND YOU DO A SH*T JOB. YOU ARE USELESS. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME C. A. I. N. E. Useless sh*t. Hey why don't you listen to my last joke. Bet you won't make one better than this. What did the exit say to the clown? No way out. But there is one for you GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.

Kaufmo didn't even realize he broke through the filter for a split second. What he did notice though are the tears spilling from Caine's eyes. And the way they looked like scribbles instead of his normal eyes.

"I- Caine I'm so-"

Caine proofed away. But this time, with no confetti or fanfare.

Kaufmo started at the stop where he once stood with his arms up in a protective manner. Oh god he was cowering wasn't he! Kaufmo felt like a monster. He hurt his only friends feelings. Caine was always one to take things a little literally. Oh sh*t Kaufmo told him to think that eh was something other than a- failure, freak, ai. Knowing Caine he probably will. Because Kaufmo was his only friends, the only human who bared with him. Now shoved him away. Kaufmo started at the crayon Gangle gave him, the paint Jax pranked him with once. All he could see was red. He took a last look at the walls of his room.

He was on edge. The edge of his sanity. His walls are covered in red, but that's not what broke him. It was the picture he drew of Caine and him. He made Caine look like a monster, when he was the opposite. It was sickening. He started to laugh. It started out pitiful but rose to something words cannot describe. He felt excruciating pain. He looked down to see himself abstracting. At least he could be the monster that he already was? Knowing that he could never apologize, that the last thing he had with his close friends, one that's always been there for him, now thought he hated him? Fitting.

                                     .>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>.>

Caine trembles as Kaufmo screamed. He didn't know why. I mean Kaufmo was his friend right? He wouldn't say something unless it was true. FAILURE. Caine, teleported to a little corner under the circus map. It was decorated with string lights, a beanbag, and a desk with a spinney chair. This is where Caine goes when the circus cast are on an adventure! The adventures, that he's not good at... USELESS. No one ever looked happy when they came back. Caine talked to himself in a trembling voice.

"I don't deserve to be a ringmaster, why do I even exist?"

He worked so hard to keep the others from abstracting. But he failed. When he and Kaufmo became friends he finally thought he had someone- someone who cared, who would stay his friend, say him as more than just an ai. But I guess that was a lie. He only wanted him for an escape. To leave him all alone. He can't blame him, who would want to be friends with a FREAK. 

He thought back to what Kaufmo's challenge. "Here's a joke for you Kaufmo..." Caine took a Shakey breathe in,

"What did the exit say to the Ringmaster? You'll lose everyone to me soon! Funny right?" Caine wiped some of his tears but they kept falling, eventually he gave up.

"I guess this means I win the challenge?"

A hollow victory. This was not what Caine thought was going to happen when he accepted Kaufmo's challenge. He sat there feeling numb while also ripping out every emotion he had through his tears.

The next digital day a newbie arrived and had a pretty awful first day. She picked, or got the name Pomni. That mean "Remember" doesn't it?

Ironic she can't remember a thing. Probably less than the other members had when they first arrived. When he found out Kaufmo abstracted Caine felt nothing. No sorrow, fear, sadness, loneliness, guilt, nothing. He drowned himself in those feelings and snuffed them out yesterday. But that's how it's supposed to be, he's an ai, he's supposed to feeling like this. 

"I suppose we both learned something yesterday."

Their friendship wasn't meant to last. It was bittersweet.

Notes:

Thanks for reading! This fandom lacks Caine and Kaufmo friendship. Granted I did get rid of it at the end? Sorry people.

[fierykitten2]

Walking Wake and Iron Leaves as friendly rivals (that’s why there’s a vs in between them. It has nothing to do with the initials of their modern-day counterparts or the initials of the games they’re version-exclusive to because if they had anything to do with either of those I would’ve swapped them round to the S was on Wake’s side and the V was on Leaves’s side). At some point I will draw an Iron Leaves that isn’t doing its eye smiles I just thought it would look too aggressive if it didn’t have the eye smiles. I also have no idea what possessed me to have them face the front. Wake’ mane is intentionally asymmetrical, I wanted the impression it was blowing in the wind. And don’t ask what’s going on with Wake’s body, I had no idea what I was doing

Reason it’s only rough is because at the beginning of last year I thought it would be a good idea to do one drawing a month so I can compile them at the end of the year and I renewed that idea at the end of last year. Unfortunately, I like to come up with ideas for cool artworks that I then struggle to have the motivation to complete (I swear I want to get that Spriggie with a knife drawing done at some point) so I hadn’t actually started anything I had the motivation to finish today until today (it’s also why last month the only drawing I posted was the sad duck doodle from Halloween. Maybe that’s why it’s sad). I probably spent more time adding details like the glowing (which is supposed to represent their abilities Protosynthesis and Quark Drive activating. I like to headcanon that the Paradox Pokémon glow when their abilities are activated (does that include using Booster Energies? Haven’t thought about it but probably). The Future Paradox Pokémon use their energy light colours (purple for Miraidon) while the Past Paradox Pokémon don’t make that much sense half the time because I opted to go for colours their modern-day counterparts don’t have (at least in that body part) so Wake gets orange for the random gradients in its mane. While it’s close with Koraidon’s pink and Bolt’s red, that one makes the least amount of sense to me) than I would have spent doing the ink drawing and colouring

The reason their modern-day counterparts’ categories and their (Wake and Leaves’s) placeholder HOME Dex entries are there is because I wanted to fill some of the empty space above Leaves. I was also gonna include their Japanese names but I couldn’t work out how to paste into Procreate so I didn’t bother

While working on this artwork, I gave myself a joke challenge (which I was actually planning on doing if I drew Wake and Leaves in outfits for Café). I made myself a new playlist featuring random Judas Priest and Iron Maiden songs that either I’d warmed up to during my listening to every Judas Priest and Iron Maiden song challenge or I’d warmed up to previously but hadn’t properly appreciated until I relistened to them during the challenge and put the playlist on shuffle. Whenever I listened to a Judas Priest song I’d work on the Walking Wake side and then whenever I listened to an Iron Maiden song I’d work on the Iron Leaves side. Sometimes I had a few too many of one band in a row so two Judas Priest songs had to be skipped (I also skipped Hot Rockin’ because I’d just listened to it two songs ago because for some reason I put the single versions of Evening Star, Hot Rockin’ and Turbo Lover and the re-recorded versions of Prowler and Charlotte the Harlot even though I also had their original versions on there. With the exception of Evening Star, all of those got skipped the second time they turned up but I was only mentioning Hot Rockin’ because it was skipped while I was working on the drawing). Also Infinite Dreams isn’t the song I thought it was so I’m gonna have to work out what the correct song is and replace it

[h-didanart]

i need more informations about that sunrise arc theatre

(there's the word theatre so I'm approving it)

Sunrise Arc Theatre info tid bits coming right up!

There’s a lot of workers at the theatre, they like to place bets on how well received performances will be, they also just generally like to share stuff that has happened on rehearsals, like if someone keeps switching their lines up or they somehow keep pulling off a difficult step or if they made a really good joke and so

Both major plays share exactly one song that’s placed in basically the same spot, “Under Our Spell” for the first Takeover in both plays. Both pairs have their own choreographies, personally I like Clipsy and LE//Haunting’s the most, they synchronize for the choruses in a really fun way (sadly I have not drawn it so you cannot see what I see, but I swear it’s a very cool choreo, I want to animate it someday)

Moon is actually disabled, it wasn’t too much of an issue for some time but performing so much without looking after himself kinda led to him fucking up his joints a bit. This has changed his choreographies quite a bit, he needs to sit down often and sometimes his joints just get stuck. This led to the fans interpreting Moon’s near death at the separation with KillCode as having caused his issues

I think I’ve already said this but it’s worth repeating, the Stellar siblings are a chaotic bunch, they have healthy relationships and often look after the other actors during their breaks backstage

Hunter was supposed to sing a different song than the one he sang during the Second Takeover, but not only was the range too high for him, the song was deemed too long for a relatively short plot point, and thus he ended up singing “Someone Gets Hurt Reprise” a bit later than he was scheduled to sing originally

Sunset and Moonlight are fans of Sun and Moon

Lunar and Clipsy (swap Eclipse) are siblings, the Eclipses (Queso and Stars) are Haunting and Shadow’s (the swap Lunars) siblings.

Eclair and Ruin are twins

One of the songs for “The Sunset and Moonlight Musical” is there purely because of a joke I will make about a plot point during the first Takeover. The song is “Guns and Ships”

KC is small. The choreography team had to get creative when it came to KillCode’s appearances, there’s a lot of mirrors at play whenever he appears and the stage’s lights are kept dim to hide KC running around everywhere

Sun, Eclair, and Moonlight are friends, they like to go out for coffee and chat about their lives a few times a month

The workers sometimes throw together short-notice plays where they’ll be the ones acting and singing while the actors drop by to watch them. They aren’t very flashy, mostly just groups of friends making do with what’s available and having fun

Aaand I cannot think of more stuff at the moment, I hope this sufficed but feel free to poke for more at any point in time!

Now you get doodles :3

The friend group referenced above, Sun, Eclair, and Moonlight!

Notes on quick changes, these ones specific to the song “Better Way to be Bad” in “Get in Losers, Musical Edition”, characters included being Quasar (Lord Eclipse), Blue Moon (Evil Lunar), and Nightingale (Solar’s Moon)

Moonlight. I want you to guess which song he’s singing.

Hint: I’m taking inspiration from canon Nexus for his breakdown

Moon messing around with a ukelele they need for a scene later

The process of picking a name for the au and the different Celestial models!

And just for you! The scene that precedes one of Umbra’s songs in “The Sunset and Moonlight Musical”, dress rehearsal

[endifi]

My Prince Model 2023

wow....it's been a bit since the last Loud House fanart I've drawn...I was looking back at the old posts I made here on Tumblr and looking at my old Loud House art felt nostalgic. I haven't drawn Loud House since 2018 and don't expect me to draw Loud House again. I just wanted to doodle something from that time I know i'll never finish. My Prince Model: A comic I made based upon a childhood manga called Instant Teen Just Add Nuts. It was a story where Lola Loud wanted to just get an autograph from a famous model name "Lexx"ington and shenanigans' happened. And people somehow still didn't get the joke....and thought it...was Lincoln....i swear you people. I discontinued it because I left the Loud House Fandom due to me starting another project and also getting depressed and uncomfortable being in the fandom. I do still connect with like....two people who were apart of the Loud House fandom since we moved on to better things in life. I do still watch the show sometimes. Not like what I use to though. The show has gotten too predictable now.

NGL, also looking at my Luna Loud animatic and the Clyde Mother's Day post I made did make me emotional. And I do miss drawing the Loud House Boys/Genderbent Loudhouse. It was during a time I wanted to fit in with a community after finishing college and I felt loneliness art wise. And I am glad I made a couple friends I still connect with to this day. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Loud House piece. Please don't repost. You can repost my Pokemon gijinkas WITH CREDITS PLEASE, but I don't want my Loud House work reposted. I appreciate it.

If you wanna read the discontinued My Prince Model comic, here you go

I know i could spoil how this story was suppose to end, but it wasn't FULLY fleshed out, but all I remember is that there was some multi dimension stuff going on and the ending was supposed to be very heartwarming. Anyways. Thank you for all the love over the past years. <3

....my artstyle hasn't changed much hahaha

[violivs]

NMTDaily: Introducing Leo AND Rebuttal AND tiny bonus video

These episodes are so intrinsically linked that I’m covering them together in one post. Starting with…

Introducing Leo

- Aww, Leo’s so uncomfy on camera. And Bea and Hero are so cute with Bea making the Nothing Much to Do joke and Hero pushing her over. I love these three.

- The sunshine framing them makes this video so pretty, too!

- I love the line “I’m not related to these two.” It’s meta, because in-world it’s a tongue-in-cheek ‘you’re embarrassing’, but out-of-world, it’s the truth. These are three actors who are not related to each other. I don’t know why that tickles me, but it does.

- “You know what I can’t stand about guys?” “Uh, everything?” Perfect.

- Interesting that this is Bea’s chosen topic for a random chatty video that’s supposed to be about introducing Leo to the viewers. For being so anti-boys, she sure has them on the brain.

- This is an incredible modernization of the beard/no beard line from the play, I love it. It does also handily rule out all boys across the board from dating Bea, which is a useful rhetorical strategy when you don’t actually want a boyfriend!

- “I understand me.” “You’re the only one.” This moment is gonna be paralleled later, and I’m already screaming about it. I think people are avoiding spoilers in their liveblogs, so I’ll just omit the context, but I cannot wait for “I’m glad that you understand me.”

- Ben is walking alone, a safe distance behind the group of other kids walking by. Socially anxious behavior. Just saying.

- “See you in Hell, Beatrice.” I adore that they already have inside jokes, that they already gravitate towards each other in class enough for that to happen.

- Leo wanting to defend Bea when nothing is actually wrong: foreshadowing for failing to defend someone else when something IS wrong?

- How is it a pop quiz if the kids know about it in advance? I thought a pop quiz always referred to a surprise quiz?

- I love that Ben is meddling in Claudio’s love life at the same time as Bea is offering to meddle in Hero’s love life. Parallels!

- Beatrice the awesome old cat lady! I love all the cat doodles onscreen.

- Leo is struggling here. What is he, 23? He didn’t sign up to raise teens and it shows, lol. Trying and failing to give Hero the be careful about boys talk.

- Eternally obsessed with Beatrice going on the internet and telling everyone her type is lanky dark-haired British guys, and then STILL spending months in denial about liking Ben after this. I love her.

- I did not know who JJ Field was when I first saw this episode. I still don’t think I’ve ever seen a single thing he’s been in.

- Hero calling Bea the heck out! “A thing for British guys? Hmm, who do we know who’s British?”

- “No one, we don’t know anyone!” *all fall over adorably*

- It’s been pointed out by Donalduke shippers before that these girls know two lanky dark-haired British guys: Ben Hobbes and John Donaldson. I still think that’s an interesting pickup. Some of the things that on Ben make him Beatrice’s ideal guy, become things that are different and weird about John.

- “please don’t call me Crotchety Old Emu” another all-timer when it comes to NMTD lines.

- It honestly feels like the whole Emu Time bit could have been completely improvised. They feel like real siblings/cousins making fun of each other, I love it.

- We also know from later context clues exactly how serious a threat “I’ll call my mum” is coming from Bea. You don’t mess with Hermione Duke!

REBUTTAL

- It’s a line from the trailer! “Beatrice is a stupid little so-and-so who doesn’t know anything about anything!” Classic.

- I love how he actually could have been way harsher but said “so-and-so” instead of a swear word. Because he already doesn’t hate her as much as he wants to?

- “There’s no one on Earth who’s ever gonna fill her grand criteria, no one!” And then her actual boyfriend criteria list is one item long: ‘must be Benedick Hobbes’.

- And of course, he’s only upset because he thinks he doesn’t fit her criteria, even though he doesn’t fully realize that yet.

- He’s relieved that he can talk about her without her watching the videos AND annoyed that she stopped watching at the same time. He’s obsessed with her, I’m sorry.

- Not to mention that he watches all HER videos the second they drop and frequently makes video responses to them. Babydoll, honestly. I am zero percent fooled. You love her.

- He also links to her Tweet about her latest video in the video description, so he probably follows her on Twitter (even though he didn’t have a transmedia twitter account shhh)

- PARRADAWKS, a classic moment (we love you Jake, we call out this little Scottish slip in only good fun!)

- Honestly I’m just obsessed that he was deadass like “did you just say I’m exactly your type but because I don’t have a beard I’m too young for you?! I am deeply offended and here’s a bulleted list as to why you’re wrong. Also I definitely don’t want to date you. Promise. No really. I don’t!”

- “I make jokes, I crack wise!” Don’t make me go off about Ben’s court jester complex where he thinks he’s only worth being around as long as he’s entertaining and no one actually likes him as a person beyond the performance. I’ll do it. I will!

- I love this bit so much. “You’re a mean-spirited old dragon!” *flaps hands like dragon wings*

- “I’ve seen deep into your heart and you feel nothing!” WHOA, big-time dip into the tragic backstory of how she stopped being his friend and broke his heart on this line!

- Oh good, his eyes look dark blue in this video. I’ve worried before that I described them as blue in fanfic but I’ve seen other people describe them as brown in fanfic so I might’ve been wrong. Pretty certain they’re blue though. Nothing wrong with any eye color, I just like to get my details right.

- BONUS secret lost video of Ben asking for Q&A questions! I forgot all about this, but it was definitely still on the channel when I first started watching the series.

- I would have kept this on the story playlist solely because every one of the limited moments I have of Benedick Hobbes on my screen is a treasure and I want them all thank you. Even if they are bad quality.

- Ben stole the idea of doing a Q&A from Bea and Hero.

- And the keysmash of letters that is this video’s title includes the letters GF, which is definitely a coincidence but also Ben is very soon to have a realization about the concept of GFs, so it makes me laugh.

- He mentions being on the way home from Claudio’s house. I am very sad that Ben is in a good place in his friendship with Claudio, goes over to his house and has him to his own house all the time, STILL feels constantly afraid of losing him as a friend to the point of being overbearing, and then… The Eventuality will happen. :(

- Ends it with every single NewWho catchphrase up to 12. I love him. What a nerd.

💖🦩🥭

[running2reanimation]

Dark Lord: I’m going to hell.

Purple: Probably.

Dark Lord: I'll pick you up?

Purple: *nodding* Carpool.

—

Dark Lord, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader!

Chosen One: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

—

Chosen One: How did you break your leg?

King: Do you see those porch stairs?

Chosen One: Yes.

King: I didn't.

—

Dark Lord: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

King: You mean you stabbed them?

Dark Lord: They ran into my knife.

—

Purple: ARE YOU-

Dark Lord: Fucking.

Purple: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Dark Lord: Fucking.

Purple: IDIOT!

Chosen One: …What was that?

Dark Lord: King banned Purple from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

—

Dark Lord: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Purple: Okay.

*later*

Chosen One: Purple! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Dark Lord, whispering: Deny everything.

Purple, loudly: That isn't a chair.

—

Dark Lord: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem

—

Chosen One: *eyes glowing* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

—

*Dark Lord drunkenly wanders around the house and Purple is drunkenly giggling*

King, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Chosen One.

Chosen One, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

—

Purple: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

—

Purple: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, King is walking in this room.

Dark Lord: *wheeze*

—

Purple: No problemo!

Purple, internally: But it was all problemo.

—

Dark Lord: I could kill you if I wanted.

Purple: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

—

Dark Lord: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like King a little bit.

Chosen One, holding Dark Lord's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Dark Lord: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Chosen One: My mistake.

—

Dark Lord: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.

Purple: Hey, Dark Lord.

Dark Lord: GODDAMNIT

—

Purple, Entering King's room: Chosen One did it again.

King: Peace disturbance?

Purple: What no-

King: Arson..?

Purple: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-

King: uh....Attempted murder?

Purple: NO, THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

—

Chosen One: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Chosen One: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there

—

King: What's gone wrong, Dark Lord?

Dark Lord: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

King: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Dark Lord: Well... There’s a crisis

—

King: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Chosen One: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

King: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Chosen One: Is it working?

—

Dark Lord: Hey, King. These candies you gave me? They sucked.

King: But you ate them all.

Dark Lord: I had to make sure they all sucked.

—

King: *about Dark Lord and Chosen One* They make a cute couple, huh?

Purple: They certainly are standing next to each other.

—

Dark Lord: That shirt looks great, Chosen One.

Chosen One: Thanks.

Dark Lord: But I bet it would look even better on King's floor.

King: Are you hitting on Chosen One... for me?

—

*At the police station*

King: Hi, I’m here for Dark Lord.

Police officer: Who’s Dark Lord?

King: Ah, you must be new.

—

Dark Lord: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

[raid3r-r4bbit]

OC Creation Asks: 1, 3, 4, and 12 for all

Jolt-

he changed a lot at one point, but he's always had electric ~abilities~ and he started with white hair and well, now he still has it. he's also always had blue eyes. When I orginally made him i just wanted a cool electric dude with white hair.

he's had a few names, but the name 'jolt' was because a friend made a joke "call him sparky, or jolt lol" and there we go. as for his real name, lucas valdez, I mostly just thought it sounded nice. lucas means "briger of light" and valdez has a few meanings but "brave" is the one i like the most.

I really wanted him out of all the characters to have been the most traveled, and to have been the one to actually understand the duality of the wasteland. areas that are desolete and obsolete, void and unforgiving, but aso places that are filled with life. I wanted him to be a traveler because it suits him, out of place in an out of place world.

being corrected by my grandmother for my admititly poor grammar in spanish. I dont show here everything and there are certain things ( mostly swearing, but i dont need help with that part lol) that i often struggle with in spanish. I grew up around people who didnt even speak english, so you'd think id be fully fluent, but i grew up speaking spanglish, which is both bad english and spanish grammar. :)

Bux

I wanted bux to be goofy and fun, light hearted but a little sinister. Like he seems fun and jovial buttheres something off about him, but i also wanted him to be creative and curious. I also wanted to make a character with some kind of black out tattoos.

Male rabbits are called 'bucks'. I thought it was fitting. His real name, Sawyer Kelly, hold no real meaning to his character, and again, i just liked it. It's Irish, and he's irish, a lot of people from west virginia are irish.

His father's farm. I feel okay spoiling this because even if i do bring it up later it's inconsequential to the plot, But his father ows the farm he lives on. its a small farming settlement that supplies a few local settlements, set away from them specifically to avoid raiders and pest animals from attacking and infesting settlements, and also to provide expansion room if needed. The walls of the farm are tall and looming, specifically designed to look like a prison.

his face, i can never draw it consistantly.

Keres-

I wanted a cool witchy character. I dont see enough of a sort of 'wasteland witch' aesthetic, and i also wanted a lot of nature to play in. apperance wise, their make up and outfit is almost exactly the same as the concept art.

I looked up cool witchy names on google. Keres is the name of these greek dieties/creatures that are supposed to be harbingers of death, but it also reminded me of kerosene. Talutah is a native american name, and it means 'blood' or 'blood red', Elsher means 'defender of men' and is irish. (keres is not technically soiux, they're meant to be inuit and irish, but i really liek the name talutah.)

pretty much the same as jolt, but on the opposite. where jolt is meant to be well traveled to iscolate him, keres is well traveled as a means to meld them with everything.

despite never posting it, i actually doodle keres all the time, they're probably the easiest of the 4 to draw for me. I would post more of my doodles but i often doodle on paperwork, and its often sensitive company info that i cant release so i dont risk it.

Rikki-

pig tails. I wanted her to be cute and fun. I also wanted her to stand out without doing anything special, so her design is intentionally (bland is not the word im looking for but idk how to describe it?)

I thought it was funny, and i had to pick a legal name cause of course i did.

Living with keres. I dont really show much of rikki's backstory both because its… a lot… but also because she doesnt need it. obviously it impacts her, but as previously mentioned shes the most mentally healthy of the group. without spoiling to much, living with keres is really the only freedom she's ever had, so essentially its the only life she knows, and fit into her surroundings well. ( now that im typing this im not sure i understand this prompt fully, and i hope these explanations actually make sense?)

she's a girl and i am not an ~expert~ at drawing women. I learned how to draw men from classic anatomy books, which typically show masculine musculature, and on top of that I don't have a lot of women to reference. ( nor would i ask them because asking a guy to pose for something, or posing myself is so much less weird then asking a woman to do it and i don't want to feel like a creep) and even though my a parents complain about all my characters being 'skinny' ( even though I've explained that for most of them like, jolt and bux, are constantly on the move and literally live in a wasteland where food is likely either scarce or toxic) for her its more than intentional. and again, I've learned to draw people based off books or the people around me, and all the women in my family are curvy or just as muscular as the men. So drawing a cute, skinny, white girl is not really something i have an abundance of in my portfolio.

[steviewashere]

@goblinpoet

Yes, oh my god he would! And I'm gonna build off of this, obviously with a modern take on Stranger Things. (Edit: I'm fucking running with this, oh no. Bear with me.)

Eddie would try burning his makeshift Death Note and then get really scared of how big the flames were getting, so he ultimately puts it out, book still in tact. And so he just tucks it away in a shoebox deep within one of his dresser drawers.

Then, the Upside Down shit happens and he has to move because the government needs to do shady shit with the Munson's trailer. So he gets Steve and Dustin and Lucas and Mike to help him out. Steve gets bedroom duty with Eddie. He ends up being the one to find Eddie's version of the Death Note.

And Eddie's completely mortified as Steve picks it up—the shoebox having fallen to the floor while drawers were being rifled through. He holds it up in the air, Eddie's scribbled 'Death Note' title on full display. Smirks, eyes full of mirth.

"So, Death Note? That's the anime where the guy has a book and he writes the names of the people he wants to die, yeah?"

"Mhm," Eddie can only answer. His lips thin and tucked against his teeth, standing rigid to the floor, eyeing Steve tentatively.

The front page gets flipped as Steve begins assessing the names.

"Billy Hargrove, huh? Don't let Max see this, it technically worked," he comments. It's supposed to be a joke, but both of them sort of chuckle with unease. But then Steve continues to flip through the notebook pages. "Jason Carver's a good one. That one almost worked, too; if only we gave Lucas more time."

And he flips the page again.

"Steve, wait, don't—" Eddie tries to stop, but it's already too late.

Steve looks up from the paper with wide eyes and his mouth dropped open. Color drained from his face. Looks a little sick.

"I swear it's not what it seems—"

"You started writing my name," Steve points out. Voice blank of anything. "Steve Har—" he reads out. Looks back up to Eddie. Closes the book. Throws it in a nearby garbage bag. Begins to move things around the room as if forgetting the conversation. And that's exactly what he's doing when he says, "Want me to...I can wiggle your mattress out to the moving truck if—"

"I didn't actually want you to...die," Eddie mutters just loud enough to be heard, to stop Steve in his tracks. "Halfway through our shared senior year, I realized that I began to harbor this big stupid crush on you," he admits, "and it was ruining my whole life. My whole image. But I didn't mean to write your name in there."

Steve places his hands on his hips, that signature pose of his. Scowls. "You didn't mean to," he echoes slowly. "What—so that was a joke? A funny ha-ha moment? If I understand correctly, writing a person's name in one of those things actually kills the person. And if I also understand correctly, you were trying to make one of your own."

"Well, yes," Eddie agrees. "The damn thing doesn't actually work. But I wrote your name because I was doing that stupid embarrassing thing where you doodle your crush's name in a notebook and I didn't actually realize what notebook I was using, but Billy caught me writing in it one day, called me a bunch of not nice names and I got embarrassed. So I just didn't finish writing the rest of your name. But I have other notebooks...if you wanna see the stupid shit I was doing."

And before he can get an answer, Eddie reaches into a cardboard box by his bedroom door, turns back to Steve with a bright yellow spiral notebook in his hands, and shuffles over the few steps to hand it off. "Just open the stupid thing and look inside," Eddie says mortified. His face is flushed red, eyes darting over Steve's shoulder, mouth pinched.

He waits as Steve psychoanalyzes each little pen mark on the lines. Then, Steve finally looks back up.

"So, Steve Munson, huh?"

"Yup," Eddie says, popping the p.

"Has a nice ring to it," Steve comments, "maybe we should ignore what happened and...we could begin on making that a reality?"

Eddie looks back, eyes wide and his cheeks impossibly redder. "Really?"

Steve shrugs. "I've been meaning to ask for a while," he murmurs, "now's a good time." He sways closer, tosses the notebook to the carpet, hooks his fingers into Eddie's belt loop. And on Eddie's lips, he breathes, "Maybe we should watch that together."

"Oh, Steve future Munson, you're gonna make me fall in love so hard, I'll be flat on my face."

———

I didn't mean for this to turn into a ficlet, but here we are. Also, I think once he was introduced to the show, Steve would also fall in love with Death Note. And then he and Eddie would make a joint notebook where Steve ends up writing the names of annoying customers and coworkers, Eddie would use it for the conservative, Satanic Panic people of Hawkins. It would ultimately become a huge inside joke that absolutely nobody else understands.

Eddie Munson would like Death Note.

[fishfingersandscarves]

unsent - 1989

[Excerpt from an unsent letter found on Robert “Hob” Gadling’s shelf in the Library of the Dreaming]

Dear Stranger,

Funny.

You know, you’d think with all my years of writing letters and sending letters and burning letters I’d be better at writing them. Maybe I’m just too talkative for my own good. All these words get jumbled up in my head and stop just before they leak out of my pen; it’s easier to talk it out. Stream of consciousness and whatnot. I shall endeavor to do my best, but I’m no James Joyce.

Anyway, letters. I didn’t exchange letters with Eleanor, though I learnt them some twenty-odd years before we met. Ironic, nowadays, for a printer to be illiterate, but you know how it was in those days. I’m sure you’re well-read, you seem the type to love stories. Grand ones, probably. Myths and folksongs, and those crappy paperbacks that Summer lends me.

(We met in Lucerne. Cloud topped mountains, clear waters. Lots of cows and cats everywhere you look. There’s this lion relief that’s there, looks straight from those C.S. Lewis books. Anyway, we saw the lion, walked the bridge and ended up having a drink. She was on break and was working on her thesis on Gender Communication in Germany during the 1400’s and I was drinking my way through the rest of Europe. So it goes. She’s a good friend.)

Eleanor had wide handwriting. Probably wasted more coin on journals for her than I could afford, but it was worth it to watch her smile and worth it more to glimpse her doodling in the margins. I started copying her O’s, I think. A reminder.

Elspeth and I exchanged letters like currency. A last-ditch effort to resist the novel of the telephone on her part. She loved old things. (ha) But was so excited when we sat for a daguerreotype the very first time. As always, she was late to the trend, but I remember the moment afterwards, when everything had cured and the photographer had tilted the copper plate to catch the light and I could see us standing there, clear as a reflection in glass, all miniature and solemn. I kept it until I couldn’t anymore. Lost it on a sailing ship out from Bombay in 1912, I think. I remember it though. She had spidery print, like she was always pressed for time. She filled both sides and more every time she wrote me. Tried to learn shorthand to save time but she would get it all mixed in with her cursive instead. I swear it was like I was deciphering code at times! Her long spiking Y’s still follow my hand. It gets messy and I tend to smudge, as you no doubt can tell.

I don’t know if you know any of this already. You know everyone so… I suppose you probably know this all too.

Well.

Enough stalling I suppose.

I waited for you. Into the wee hours, until Martin, the bartender, clicked on the lights and told me to go home. Smoked a whole pack and then some out back afterwards, loitering by my car like some bloody dolt. I kept thinking, “Maybe this’ll be him.” Stupid, I know. I feel like a sucker. Some great idiot. Like this is all one cosmic joke. I know you’re not human, I’m no fool. You’re long-lived like me, that is certain. You were interested once. In my experience. In me. I wonder how long you can hold a grudge. Two hundred years? Three? I’ll wait for you. Of course I will. I shouldn’t have said what I did back then. I should’ve thought it through. But, here I am, talkative, stream of consciousness. All fancy words for someone who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. When not to push.

I should’ve just said it outright. That I’m lonely too. It gets hard and then it gets better. But it’s easier when we’re not alone. People need people. And who knows? Maybe you’re not people. But you’re my friend Maybe I’m not either, not anymore. And us not-people need to stick together. I would weather the loneliness with you if you’d have me.

I wish I could see you. I wish it wasn’t like this. Me, waiting and wanting. I want to see you. I want to know you. I want more of you, in every way.

I’ll be here, in 2089.

I promise.

I promise.

[Torn and crumbled, here, the letter ends]

now on AO3

[ganyuslily]

soulmate tropes — genshin headcanons [part 1]

characters: albedo, childe, dainsleif, kaeya, kazuha

category/extra notes: fluff but also some of them are a little bit angsty ngl [major character death in childes, dains is also a little bit angsty but turns out okay in the end]

a little summary: what soulmate trope would they be?

a/n: so did i ever say im absolutely obsessed with soulmate tropes,, if not i think now its quite obvious uhh also part one bc there were too many characters HELP

part 2

albedo

— in which you have a mark on your body thats specific for the both of you. he always finds himself tracing the little star on his neck, humming softly. he wonders if yours is also in the same place as his? or is it in another place? is it visible? the only reason he has his out in plain sight is because he hopes for his future soulmate to see it and realize they have the same symbol as he has. throughout the years he grew to put his fingers on the star anytime he would get stressed. it would calm him down, the realization that youre somewhere out there. and when he spots you for the first time, the same orange shape adorning your hand, he cant help but immediatly tell you that he thinks the two of you are soulmates, pointing on his neck. and when your eyes lit up and you ask if you can touch it, he finally feels like hes complete.

childe 

— in which you have a countdown on your wrist that tells you when you will meet your soulmate. as a child, he wouldnt pay a lot of mind to the numbers on his arm, even though everyone around him told him that he had gotten quite lucky — meeting his soulmate in his young adulthood wasnt something that happened to everyone. but when he realizes that this is his soulmate, the one hes supposed to kill just now, he hates the gods, he hates fate, he hates this stupid countdown on his wrist that reached zero just the moment he held the knife to you throat. he hates how you only look at him and murmur i love you, even though he just met you, eve though that he was supposed to kill you. when he slices your throat, a part of him dies. maybe in another life, he says to himself. if he even gets another chance.

dainsleif 

— in which you stop aging at a certain age until you find your soulmate and grow old together. dainsleif had lived for hundreds of years — time not taking its toll on him, his beauty never wavering. he watched people die and birth, he watched civilizations fall apart and rebuild themselves. he lived for so long, searching and looking, but never finding. he thought it was another cruel joke from the world — what if you died before he met you? what if he never got to see you, hear your voice or touch you? so after sometime, he gave up. it was too tiring, he told himself, yet he still hoped to find you one day. and when he stumbles upon you on yet another mission, the world stopping for a moment, he knows. he knows youre the one.

kaeya 

— in which one of your eyes is the color of your soulmates eyes. he didnt believe in them, to be quite honest. he didnt think he was worthy of deserving someone that would love him and be with him to the end. he didnt want to risk it or even get attached, not to say develop feelings. so he started to wear an eyepatch to hide one eye — he didnt know which one was his natural though, so he just had to guess. but no matter how many times he told himself that he doesnt care, he did. he took it off everynight just to look at the color. it was pretty, beautiful even. and even though he swears he doesnt want a soulmate, when he locks eyes with you and he sees your pupils in the same colors as his, he cant help but want to try.

kazuha 

— in which anything you draw on yourself appears on your soulmates body and vice versa. he often awaits the little doodles that end up taking up his whole arms. it makes him smile softly to himself, making beidou tease him about it. he loves everything you draw and he feels bubbling excitement when he sees small flowers and notes appear on his skin. take care of yourself! would be a daily note and he would always write it back. his handwriting was kind of messy and he only hoped that you would understand what he meant. he doesnt really focus on finding you, even though he wishes to already be with you — he trusts the wind to guide him to you. so when he finally finds you, your arms littered with the same drawings he has, he smiles so wildly for the first time in so long and shyly asks if he can hug you. hes home. hes finally home.

[tetsunova]

notes they’d give you

with: multiple characters x gn!reader as always

genre: fluff + crack

type: imagines??? 

a/n: i go on hiatus for a couple days and forget everything bare w me. writing’s still the same (i think)

masterlist

Doodles. Expect a crumpled piece of paper aimed straight to the back of your head that could contain anything from small hearts with both your initials in them to a whole comic strip. This boy makes sure his pencil case (if he ever makes one; it’s usually pens and pencils just dumped into his bag) has coloured pens, since ‘it brings out the best of his art’. Needless to say the drawings look miserable and nothing like they’re supposed to but it’s the effort that counts. His face lights up when he finds out you store all (well the almost decent looking ones) the doodles he makes in your journal. He’s most likely going to get caught throwing the paper but oh well that’s a story for another day.

Bokuto, Tendou, Matsukawa, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata

Pick-up lines. He thinks he’s so cheeky and sly when he’s doing this. If he gets a single giggle or smile when you read the most pathetic pick-up lines he could ever find, it’s over for you. Thereafter, expect one of those either already placed on your desk when you get to school or just placed in between the pages of one of your notebooks. Now what he didn’t expect was getting pick-up lines in return, not the stupid kind, rather the ones that are aimed straight at his heart. Ladies and gentlemen, and my non-binaries, I now present to you a blushing mess. (Just imagine a blushing picture of him thank you). When I say he cannot even bear to hold your hand because of how flustered he is, I mean it.

Kuroo, Tsuki, Oikawa, Lev, Semi, Suna, Atsumu

Letters. Just a few words or lines aren’t enough for him to express what he feels, no no. Only a letter seems adequate at most. Now he knows he’s not always the best at expressing his feelings or talking about what’s on his mind, so he writes. That’s what he does best so why not put it to use. He’d probably give it to you once he’s walked you home and will request you to read it before you sleep. Loves talking to you about it later. Sometimes they’re just poems that he thinks can express only a fraction of what he feels for you. I swear they’re the most beautiful things someone could ever write. 

Kita, Akaashi, Osamu, Ushijima, Asahi, Sugawara

Sticky notes. You’ll find them stuck on your lunchbox, in the inside of your locker or maybe just over your table right before that one test you’ve been worrying about for weeks. They’ll have the cutest little messages- ‘I love you <3’ (yes with the heart drawn exactly like that) or maybe a ‘never doubt your looks, you’re the prettiest person I’ve met, inside and out’ when he knows you’ve been looking at the mirror a tad bit too much. He knows he gets a little too busy sometimes, so he thinks of this as a way of showing you that you’re always on his mind no matter where he is or what he’s doing.

Kenma, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Daichi

Bonus for Kags cause happy birthay to our lil blueberry headed gremlin <3

Greeting Cards. He’s so quiet all the time, and he knows that. It’s just that when you’re around, he feels a little too much. His heart beats a little too fast, he’s mesmerised by the trail of perfume you leave a little too much and your hands entangled with his make him smile a little too much, but he doesn’t mind. He could never mind. So he makes his actions speak louder than his words. Since he isn’t quite well aware of which one he should give you, he ends up picking the ones with the most idiomatic expressions. High chance he picks one with a dirty joke and doesn’t get why you’re laughing once he gives it to you, at all.

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