#I liked writing this :)

[sammylkcho]

i see you want painter ideas.... post escape from the blacksite headcanons or a drabble? i think thats a good spit for both fluff and angst that people just do NOT milk enough

"So.. Do you like it?" You turned the computer screen to face Painter, letting him admire the view of the small beach with little patches of grass scattered on the sand.

It had only been a few hours since you managed to leave the Hadal site. It had been a long and difficult journey, especially with figuring out how to bring Painter and other things, but it was absolutely worth it.

You had to have a little talk with the AI to calm his nerves about going outside, so he could see the beauty of beaches and the small forests. You even offered to stay with him the whole afternoon for a drawing session together.

Painter’s silence didn’t worry you; you simply thought he was admiring everything, becoming more aware of the fact that he was finally out of that tormenting hell. No more turrets for the expendables, no more isolation...

"The sunset is beautiful…" he managed to say softly, his eyes drawn on the screen moving from side to side—from the clouds taking on a warm orange hue as the sunset colors mixed into reds and oranges.

"We can draw something like this if you want." You offered with a smile, and even though he couldn’t see you at that exact moment, you still wanted to give him one.

"Yes.. I'd like do that."

He was still in awe at the view in front of him and that all of this was thanks to you and Sebastian. Although secretly, he was even more grateful to you, especially for your kindness and warmth toward him.

"Thanks" he said, softly calling you by your name.

"It’s nothing, Painter," you replied in the same gentle, sweet tone you always used with him.

It was just you and him, admiring the sunset. You both deserved a break after all the hell you’d been through and the constant fight for survival.

[random-weirdo]

This originally started out as a s3 Crowley outfit idea and then turned into something else, so here's my brain blurt.

What if, in season three, Crowley's fashion style becomes a little more relaxed, or laid back. Like-

he would still wear his tight-women's skinny jeans and small black turtlenecks and blazer-jacket-things and shoelace-tie, but he would wear large t-shirts, and baggy pants or long skirts from time to time.

And maybe he would do that because he doesn't feel the need to be dark, evil and mysterious anymore, now that he officially is no longer on "Hell's side".

And maybe he dresses like that because he picks up some of Nina and Maggie's, and maybe even Anathema's style.

And maybe he also grows his hair out and let's it fade, maybe he has long hair again, with the slightest pinkish-ginger undertone to it.

And maybe he's more emotional, and less closed off because of Nina and Maggie.

And maybe one day, after Crowley got his still-empty apartment back, he decided to visit The Bookshop. So, he got into The Bentley and drove to Whickber Street. The car drive would be silent except for the quiet sounds of the motor and the slightly louder sounds of the traffic outside.

And maybe once he gets to Whickber Street, he parks outside Give me Coffee or Give me Death and looks at The Bookshop from across the road. And while he looks at The Bookshop, he spots Muriel in the window, reading a Jane Austen book in Aziraphale's study. On the armchair he used to sit in and study his first editions while Crowley would sit and watch him on the small sofa next to it in the corner.

Maybe as Crowley watches Muriel read their book through the window he smiles. not a grin, a small smile. And it isn't a happy smile, or maybe it is.

Maybe it's a sad one, looking back on the memories and silently wishing they had last for eternity.

And maybe, as he was doing that, Nina walked out of her coffee shop, and banged on the windows, but got no reply. Maybe she continued, and eventually Crowley noticed, and rolled down the window. "What."

Maybe Nina would roll her eyes, but smile. and say: "six shots?" And when Crowley would nod slightly in silence, Nina would walk back inside her coffee shop, and walk back out a few minutes later with a takeaway cup, filled with six shots of espresso.

But maybe before Crowley could take it from his open window, Nina walks around the other side of The Bentley and gets in.

Maybe they wouldn't say anything to each other the whole time they sat in The Bentley with each other.

And maybe someone just being there was enough for Crowley.

And maybe, hopefully, that was the start of a new story, perhaps of friendship and healing.

And maybe a few months of healing and looking after an old bookshop with an angel who would grow to be like a child to Crowley.

And perhaps Crowley, Nina and Maggie grow a friendship, which forces Crowley to open up a little. But he doesn't really care.

And he would trust them.

And perhaps, one oddly sunny spring day, Crowley picks up his daily six shots of espresso from Give me Coffee or Give me Death, and as he walks across the road back to The Bookshop, he notices something.

The pub.

The elevator.

it opens.

And out comes an archangel.

A blonde one.

The archangel looks around, taking in the sights of the street he used to live in, and walks across the road.

Towards The Bookshop.

Crowley is stood outside The Bookshop door, looking at Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looks up to Crowley from the bottom of the front steps.

"Crowley." He says.

"Angel." Crowley replies.

A small smile is exchanged, and they both walk into The Bookshop together in silence.

Whatever the hell I just wrote was very heavily inspired by @goosetooths art, and Muriel's Stories by rayvennswritingdesk on Ao3!!

Anywayyyy hope u like it,, I will admit, I did get lazy a the end, so idk if this is any good and I wrote it at like 2:30-3 am ssoooooooooo.....

[ghostly-penumbra]

Prompt. Sid turning into a giant monster when Danny stops him from gravely hurting Dash and chasing Danny.

😬😬😬 this is SO late sorry

Ao3

“That’s enough! You have to calm down!” The halfa was telling him, standing between him and the bully, with his hands up trying to placate him.

“He has to pay!” The dead boy growled, feeling the ectoplasm that composed his body shift restlessly as his mind tunnelled, changing his physical shape into something ugly, something bigger and ruthless that felt the same mercy for the bullies as they felt for their victims.

“Oh, shoot.” Phantom looked up, up and up to the monstrous form of the bully hunter, and heard said hunted bully whimper behind him. “You don’t give me a choice.”

With a regretful grimace, Danny overshadowed Dash, and then had him run away and through walls, out of the school and then into the air as Poindexter gave chase.

He would have to find somewhere safe to dump Dash, and then, he would kick Sidney’s ass into not being murderous.

[androdetective]

Tulio is autistic as shit (to me) here's why

Kinda a long thing I have many thoughts. I understand he's an exaggerated character and all that and I don't think he was actually intended to be autistic. I am just very autistic especially for this moron

-Okay so he seems to have a hard time realizing people's feelings and if he's hurt them. He will say what's on his mind to people even if it would seem mean to the average person. This gets him into trouble sometimes and usually rightfully so. He's not bad for not having the greatest social awareness, he's just an asshole bc he's tulio. Whenever he realizes that he has hurt someone he cares about, he ends up genuinely caring and wanting to make it up to them. Implying he didn't want to really hurt them, he just has a hard time figuring out the impact his actions have on others. This is a common experience some autistic people have. Autism is a big spectrum and one of the symptoms is low empathy. (Whether it be emotional, cognital, or other forms of empathy) Low empathy does not make an autistic person bad, nor does it mean they'll steal candy from babies or some shit, it just means they have social difficulties with people and they can be a super nice or normal person or however else. However, this is tulio, he's an asshole bc he chooses to be. Also note that there are times where he is mean on purpose. This is also tulio just being tulio.

-Adding on to the last point of social difficulties, he is very impulsive and says the first thing he's thinking to people. Even if it comes off as super mean and blunt. Which gets him into trouble. Being very blunt is another symptom and can add to social dysfunction.

-Tulio can be oblivious with people making fun of him, especially with sarcasm. This happens often when Bodoque is with him and he starts being sarcastic. Tulio doesn't always catch on to Bodoque's tone and can think that Juan Carlos is genuine with his words. This also happens with other people and can lead to embarrassing moments for him. Not only does he have trouble with tone but misunderstanding phrases. He also has trouble understanding people's intentions, whether they're good or bad. Which can lead him to thinking someone innocent is deceiving him. Or even thinking someone clearly shady is trustworthy. Which has led to trouble for him.

-Another thing is that he has very exaggerated movements, tone, and emotions. Just like having a monotone voice and being unemotetive, the opposite is true. He has big reactions to things that arent that big and exaggerates his words a lot. Tulio chooses to speak with formal language too. He speaks with his hands and even body.

-Stims a lot. Sometimes he will mimick and repeat others. If he sees something bouncing or moving around, his eyes will follow and his head will sway to the movement. Quick example off the top of my head was when Mario Hugo was swaying on that noose (very specific example I know) he swayed along to it. He also taps his fingers on surfaces and adjusts his tie. (Ik that's more likely attributed to his vanity, but it's a common stim so)

-He has a very limited interest in very niche things. He really likes ties. To a point it seems excessive to others. He tends to get bored with things that don't interest him and has trouble paying attention to them. Which can cause him to ignore others. And even forget someone or what was going on in the situation. With his interests, he really likes to talk about them whenever he can. Similar to info-dumping. Even to people that don't care to hear about his interests. He possibly might not notice they don't care.

-He does not like unconsented minor changes. Check the entire show.

That's all I can think of. Maybe I'll add to this later who knows

Tulio Triviño is just like me fr 👆

[maxiwaxipads]

wow ! ! time to yap about fragaria memories but ocs ! !

Collie and Luli -

Twin Knights to the Magical Twin Comets.

(The kingdom has close ties to Little Stars Kingdom) (Both Louterstella and Klarkstella know each other) (Androgynous)

(Twin Comets Kingdom is relatively smaller compared to other kingdoms) (Known for its “Starry Plateau” which seems to be something SEEDs are attracted to(?))

(Starry Plateau has a significant cultural heritage)

(Home to the Wishing Sanctum) (Abnormally attracts SEEDs and they seem insistent on destroying/contaminating the Sanctum)

(While the SEEDs attack the Wishing Sanctum, SEEDs seem barely interested in the Twin Comets Kingdom(?))

(Both the Little Stars Kingdom and Twin Comets Kingdom have close ties with each other) (The Twin Comets Kingdom has requested aid in defending the sacred Temple)

(I like to think the Wishing Sanctum hasn’t been open in a while but is believed to contain a way to permanently rid of SEEDs) (Not like a total wipe-out, but more like a spell or weapon that is effective against SEEDs(?))

(I wanted the SEEDs exclusively attack during the nighttime, but that doesn’t make logical sense even if we don’t know much about them(?))

(Maybe the Wishing Sanctum is open during the night(?))

The “Wishing Sanctum” carries a rare and essential ingredient essential to creating a “wish.” It can only be accessed by the Magical Twin Comets and their Knights of Fragaria. The essential ingredient is currently dubbed “Dream Sap” and is a one-of-a-kind item that can only be made within the Wishing Sanctum.

(Descending down a fleet of stairs, you’re met with a fountain hung upside down) (There is no water, but a single drop that dribbles into a bowl on a pedestal) (It could be akin to a bird bath) (There are signs of overgrowth, and the stone looks old and a bit cracked—but not significant to be concerning)

If it were to be written the story would have to abide by a few rules: SEEDs don’t only feed off from negative emotions but also “magic.” Because the “Wishing Sanctum” is abundant with magic and creates the Dream Sap, it attracts SEEDs.

Another rule is that “magic” isn’t always naturally abundant in this world. (<— Unless we’re doing world-building about the local flora or animal populations or something similar) (But for the sake of the story, it’ll be abided by these two rules)

SEEDs are attracted towards “magic” and negativity—and magic isn’t something that is truly innate within the world of Fragaria.

(if you want my tangent version of ideas [that will likely not make sense], i like the idea of “positive” and “negative” energies if that makes sense????) (the idea is that because the wishing sanctum brims with “positive energy” it is a natural attraction to SEEDs that want to stain it with their negativities) (“magic” or “positive energy” the idea still applies but with a different philosophy) (if SEEDs seem to consume negativity, then positivity must exist right?) (i like the idea that one of the ingredients in creating a wish is common grass or even weeds) (it’s something so ordinary, how can it be an essential ingredient for a wish?) (i might sound crazy but i like to think that maybe fragaria memories is just an environmental allegory and SEEDs represent GMOs) (if i talk about it more ill just get into other ideas that aren’t even canon and just me rambling about what the world of fragaria could be)

Collie is more quiet, but not exactly reserved and friendly to talk to. Luli is more energetic. (I like to think they're both air-headed in their own ways(?)) (Two people who get easily distracted and impressed)

Something like: Luli: "LOOK! A BIRD!" (Collie: "Woah.")

Louterstella: "You know I was just talking to you, right?"

If the other causes trouble, the other will follow suit.

Luli: "I have MY LORD AND WITCHCRAFT AT MY SIDE!"

(But I imagine they're quite reliable as knights rather than themselves(?)) (The type where you look away for a second and suddenly there's an A plot and a B plot) (yeah so they share a single brain cell with each is what I'm saying) (I should probably give them more defining traits...)

(Both wear a uniform reminiscent of the coats Louterstella and Klarkstella wear but in black) (Collie wears a purple tie with a star clip attached to it) (Luli dons pink star-shaped sunglasses and has her shirt untucked and unbuttoned) (Collie has his shirt fully buttoned up and looks more formal)

(I like to think Luli is the more responsible one compared to Collie) (But they are dependable in their own way) (I like to think Collie is the type to pause and reorganize multiple times just to make it appear "right") (the urge to organize... i understand it well...!)

(I think they're susceptible to the "LOOK! OVER THERE!")

(originally they had genders but it didnt make sense to give them ones yknow?) (it be like that sometimes)

[r3medialch8os]

hehehe

[nikkiruncks]

Miss You

Summary: Jay thinks about Leia in the fall of 1995.

Prompt: "please don't"

Inspired by @that90sshowgoldencouple's gwenik drabble. Takes place in that same universe. Since this takes place post canon s1, there will be some J/K mentions.

Edit: On AO3 as well. Once I get home, I’ll figure out how to add the mb into the fic haha.

Jay knocks on the back door, letting out a soft exhale. Even though Leia isn’t coming back till tomorrow, he couldn’t help but come over. Just to feel her presence, as creepy as that sounds.

Kitty opens the door and lets out a faint smile. "Why hello dear. Come on in." Jay nods and walks through the door. He turns back to the elderly woman. "You need any help watering the plants?" Sometimes when coming over, he'd help water the plants, tidy the shelves and all that. It was a nice change from being around his dad and his annoying wife all the time.

Things were fine at first, from what he saw in the photo albums. His dad and mom were together in Chicago, he saw Betsy every day. It was like they were the perfect little family. But then Mom and Dad broke up again, while she was pregnant with Oak. Then Dad got back with stupid Jackie. It wasn’t like things ended badly or anything, since they ended up having a third child. But apparently it wasn’t 'meant to be' or whatever.

All Jackie and Dad did was fight and fight. And he had to deal with the brunt of it. Why they even got back together was beyond him. I’m pretty sure Dad's cheating on Jackie with a secretary from work anyways. Then again, I did catch Jackie making out with some guy named Hyde. I think he's my godfather or something.

"Jay?" Jay snaps out of it when seeing Kitty staring at him. He clears his throat, "Yeah…I-I'll help water the plants." Jay grabs the watering can and heads outside. He starts off by watering the arugula plant near the door.

Jay had always been fond of nature and trees, ever since he was a kid. Dad says he got that from Mom. He continues to water the plants for the next few minutes. Right then, his eyes caught the Vista Cruiser.

“Look. Leia, I just don’t want to be some meaningless hookup. You know? Like, if it’s gonna happen, I want it to just happen. And I want it to be amazing.” Jay gazed into Leia's eyes.

Leia smiled, "Okay that was really nice. Are you sure you don’t want to kiss because my back sweat is really telling me it's time for romance." She exhales.

God she’s so sweet. Jay smiles, "Let’s just see where the summer takes us. Who knows? It might be somewhere really special." He walks away, leaving Leia alone to her thoughts.

And where did that leads us to? Jay thinks bitterly. He's happy for Nate and Leia though, genuinely. Nate's been his best friend since they were toddlers and he'd known Leia his whole life. They just haven’t properly seen each other till last summer.

But it still stung to see Nate and Leia dating. Before Leia, Jay hadn't seen any girl in that light. But that summer would forever be special to him. Leia would always be his true love no matter what.

[pearl-blue-musings]

My beautiful Elle 🖤🖤🖤

For your post:

Favorite Character: you know I’m gonna stick with my favorite guy Osamu 🖤

Favorite drink and snack: I’m gonna go with any sweet white wine and a variation of fruit.

What brings me comfort: cooking which also works great with him.

Do I want it suggestive? Always. That’s my husband and I can’t keep my hands off him.

Hi Belle!!! 💜💜 and thank you for joining aaahhhhh

Here you go my love!

“Did ya put it all in the oven?”

You smile at him over the phone as you set the timer on the oven for the allotted time. “Yeah babe,” you say into the speaker, “I followed your instructions. Samu you didn’t have to do this for me.”

You hear him chuckle on the other side and put something down. Presumably, a cooking utensil. You walk to the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of white moscato and get yourself a glass as well as a handful of berries to tide you over until dinner. You take a yummy bite and hum in content.

“Are ya spoilin’ yer dinner?”

You put the fruit down and quickly swallow. “N-no,” you stutter and try to hide a giggle. Osamu sighs on the other line and you can tell he switched off his speaker phone.

“I miss ya, sweetheart.”

The deep sadness and longing can be felt in how he called you sweetheart. Your heartaches to be near him again and you lean against the counter. “I miss you too, Samu.” A soft hum and some ruffling is heard in the background as you take a sip of wine. “You’re only there for three more months right?”

“Mhmm, then I’ll be back home with ya. As happy as I am ta be at this cookin’ school fer a year, I sure as hell miss ya.” There’s a slight pant and deep breath in his words making you stand up from the counter. Yet he two of you always had a knack for knowing each others needs obscenely well. And you could tell just what he’s feeling.

You bite your lip and lower your voice, “how much do you miss me?”

He growls into the phone and you hear him shuffle his pants. “So much so I’m makin’ dinner with ya at 1 in the mornin,” he breathes again before rumbling out. “And yer voice got me so hard darlin’.” Hearing him say that does something to you as you tighten your thighs together, breathing sharply into your nose. “Are ya gettin’ horny too? I need ta hear it.”

You swallow a lump in your throat as you nod. “Y-yes, I wanna touch myself, Samu.” He hisses a fuck before looking at the timer and sees there’s 20 minutes left.

“Plenty of time, how’s that wine you’re drinkin’? Tell me what it tastes like.”

You do as he says and take another sip, opening your mouth after you swallow. “It’s so sweet, tastes of peaches and mixed berries.”

“Fuck, ya know I love to lick that wine off of ya.” Osamu unzips his pants and takes out his hard cock, carefully wrapping his fingers around it. “Especially when I lay ya down and pour it on yer body, sippin’ and kissin’ all the way down to yer pussy. Makes it taste sweeter.”

You feel your cunt throb in want as you play with your folds, waiting for his next command. “Please, can I finger myself now?”

“Nah, ya gotta save it for after dinner. Don’t want our food tastin’ of yer insides.

“That’s only fer me.”

[eurovamp]

We’re back baby

Chapter 12

[shallow-wordsalad]

OC: Ashley Cotterill - "Vox Viridi"

Premise: A young woman, the victim of terrible circumstance, is disfigured and disabled by a world that's been far crueler to her than she ever deserved. Still, she remains unbowed, and retains hope and optimism for people and her future. Nature powers; ASL-speaking, nonverbal; homeless. Mature themes, light delivery, meant for modern fantasy or superhero fiction.

TW for content involving her: abuse, violence, body dysphoria.

Appearance: Ashley is a petite girl of a modest 5'4" height, though one would be hard-pressed to identify her gender or much else about her at a glance. Wrapped in loose clothing, two layers of coats, and unlaced boots, her silhouette is inflated by her choice of protective and warm clothing above anything that one might call "fashionable" or "cute" or even "entirely intact." For lack of shape, one might inquire upon her face for identifying features, and would be stymied just the same through different means. A muddy bandana, once either red or white and now a mottled mix of browns, covers all above her brow but a tangle of long and matted blonde braids, interwoven with dandelions and baby's-breath. Her eyes are completely hidden behind what appear to be a pair of costume-shop goggles, cracked in one tinted lens and the strap thrice-replaced and re-fitted. Her nose and mouth are hidden behind a make-shift gaiter made of what was probably once a black shirt, if the two-thirds of a band logo is any signifier. As if even that were revealing too much, a long scarf - the only clean source of color on her apparel, a charming block-stripe of emerald green over forest green - is wrapped wide around her face to stave out the chill of bitter seasons no matter the time of year. Hands, which one will take great notice of as she speaks her language of gestures, are covered in a pair of well-worn women's gloves, leather lined with fur. Most curious about her, and likely what one would use to identify her after giving up on picking her face or figure out of a crowd, is the corona of flowers and grass at her feet wherever she stands. Constantly springing to blossom, withering away, and rising again in a steady, abbreviated demonstration of the life-cycle of small plants.

Personality: In brief, Ashley is a sweetheart with the stubbornness of someone who has survived the world's many attempts on her life. Where many grow cynical, exhausted, and weathered by life's many trials, guarding themselves against pain and disappointment as scars accumulate, Ashley decided long ago to do the opposite. Each time life takes something from her, the compassion and joy within the wellspring of her soul either finds a new home or concentrates further on what remains. Every moment she's alive is a gift, and one she - like an excited child on their birthday - shares with everyone around her. Attempts at dissuasion from her hidden smile find no foothold. Sour words are met with a shrug and a kind response. Only attempts at direct violence will make her stop trying to be your friend, and even then you will make no enemy of her - she'll simply leave. When you next see her, it will be with renewed willingness to talk should you want to. She is ever a survivor of hardship, and that includes her infinite love of life and hope for the future surviving into tomorrow.

Abilities and Skills: Granted some degree of power over plants and fungi by the ineffable and voiceless force of Mother Nature, Gaia, or whatever one wishes to deem the very will of the planet, Ashley has the supernatural ability to grow plants with her touch - direct or indirect. It's a power she can suppress to some degree, but never fully silence, and when allowed off its leash, can turn a parking lot into a garden in less than an hour. Focus and knowledge would allow her to create specific, individual plants or fungal growths. On the more mundane side, Ashley is extremely talented in the field of urban survivalism. To endure and thrive through city life without a home, one needs to know how to hide from unwanted company, how to climb fences and evade pursuers, where and when to find edible food and useful objects, and how to make a home and comforts from what you find. The combination of the above trades lead Ashley to a clumsy, home-made version of botany and herbal remedies as well. Ashley's burgeoning knowledge of plants and their compositions does give her a steady means of providing food, psychedelics, disinfectants, and mild painkillers to herself and others in need, though one'd be better off with a pharmacy and administered medication than the self-taught and ad hoc home treatments. Out of necessity after losing her ability to speak, Ashley learned American Sign Language, and can act as an interpreter for deaf people in her company. Finally, though it's rarely useful for much, Ashley's light-footed and lighthearted lifestyle has made her a skilled dancer.

Likes: Flowers, the outdoors, dancing, upbeat music, loud metal music, cooking, parkour, being social, hugs, girls with long legs, guys with beards, applying flower symbolism to people's lives, giving people sign names, giving people the warm-fuzzies, summertime, mornings, vague spiritualism, the color green, and rain.

Dislikes: Small dogs, large reptiles, being called "Ash", alleyways, police and criminals both, the smell of tobacco, gloomy and/or downtempo music, feeling exposed, cynicism and negative-thinkers, being filmed, being comforted by others, people who assume she is helpless, winter, particularly dark nights, being alone, the color grey, the government (Anarchy!), smartphones (they are government tracking devices!).

Relatives: No known living relatives.

Age: 20+; She hasn't been counting for a long time.

Sex/Gender: Cisgender Female

Race/Ethnicity: Human, Irish-Italian-Anglosaxon-American mutt.

Birthday: April 22

Favorite Food: Bread

[lesbinewren]

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[incandescent-creativity]

Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!