#I'm so rusty bleh

[greymoggy]

Wow how is it almost artfight time again. Time is passing so fast. I'm lonely but really really really struggle to be a friend for whatever thing that broke my brain just before covid - bleh. Also anyone else on sertraline/zoloft who's internal chatter and thoughts just reduced to zero? Like a dimmer switch was turned? My brain used to be so full and buzzing with thoughts and yapping all the time and it helped me think of things to draw and make or even just think about and I love that it makes me 80% functional and even sometimes happy and safe but I miss that soo much. I'll try to draw some more because I think it is socially motivated. Not sure if I should do artfight because it does make me crazy (joyfully) and I usually end up hurting my hand tendons again but maybe I can take requests for a bit or suggestions I feel very rusty and aimless with drawing. Requests open for small drawings?

Also big apology to everyone waiting for a message response from me. Thankyou for trying to keep in touch with me. I'll get there eventually (functioning social life whether that's online or irl) I still havent posted my completed fursuit yet that was finished about this time last year! Haven't even worn it outside or made one the million silly videos I had ideas for forever ago. Also I passed my theory exam with the UK APDT and have my practical exam later this year but no avenue anymore to practice running a dog training class by myself unless I find the confidence to make that happen eg get insurance, sort out venue, find people and dogs to attend. It's so easy for months to just pass by me right now and I feel so disconnected from what I wanted to even do with my life

[thedenofravenpuff]

Officially been two weeks now since I caught this cold, and I'm still coughing up a lung half of the time. My voice do be returning a bit, but still sounding awfully rusty and causing more coughing fits whenever I try to talk.

At least that's the only problems really. I'm feeling a bit of strength returning, though I gotta take care to not cause fatigue by exhausting myself in my eagerness to feel productive..

Bleh, just looking forward to this passing. I don't dare go out beyond some errands, cuz in the wake after covid I don't wanna make anyone too uncomfortable with my coughing.

Though I did make sure to check that I tested negative to covid. Is indeed just a cold. But one dragging out and riding my fibromyalgia, to trigger fatigue and pain when I least need it.

All I can do is keep resting and stay hydrated, as done so far already. Just wish the coughing would stop triggering headaches..

Anyways, just venting a bit. Hoping once this has passed I'll get some more energy back.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

So, hi again

Ok first, congratulations on your 100 subscribers!!! That's an amazing feat to achieve!

Second, my question is this, do you plan on making more ben 10 fic in the

Future? Why yes or why no (no judging don't worry)

Another question is, do you know Danny phantom? Do you ever think about joining the fandom and making a fic for it?

Also last thing (sorry so many questions I'm excited)

For you bnha fics, do you have any hidden lore? Or random facts you head canon about a character that may or may not be included into the fic? (Loved inko's beef in nursing school lol) And what is Yagi's pov in this whole thing? I'm imagining it as complete comedy

If you ever decide to write something for your fic but in his pov, it has to be completely crack treated seriously with him missing every flag of his student having a meltdown and a walk toward the dark side lol

Sorry for the long ask, will be waiting for your reply!

Don't worry about a long ask, I adore any asks I get (´꒳`)♡♡♡ !!! I just take a min to answer, haha. Especially rn, but thank you sm! I'm very happy about it, it's so delightful!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ ♡ ♡

I do want to write more Ben 10, but it's lower on the priority list. Batman brainrot had me a chokehold for a hot min there, and it just loosened, so I wanna get back on track on my bigger ongoing wip's, like my SUF and Invincible fics, and maybe even a Blue Beetle fic. They're both overdue for an update, and I've been itching to post for a while but just Couldn't from responsibilities, bleh.

If I had my way, I'd update those two fics, and then possibly muse about a oneshot of Albedo and Ben having to spend like 10 hours together, 'cause the enemy/friend dynamic is so yummy to me! Forcig them to interact like Albedo is internally hissing like a wet cat backed into the corner and Ben is just trying to vibe! Hostile, loathing force meet nonchalant, friendly energy, fight. Plus, I really want to write one more comedy-like fic since I've gotten incredibly rusty. As for my already existing Ben 10 wip, I'm quite not sure where to take it? I suppose I've run out of steam for the moment? Again, my more comedic style is incredibly rusty, so while I do have 1k of a draft, it's undoubtedly going to be scrapped and reworked to hell before it's even polished. And that's still lower on the priority list, compared to Invincible and SUF, which I'm still struggling to update.

AND I LOVE DANNY PHANTOM! I've just never had a proper fic idea for the series, admittedly. I'd also need a rewatch to keep in tune with Danny's voice/characterizations. I also read a lot of DP x Anything crossovers, and got really sick of them by proxy. It'll take a bit for me to write anything for it, I suppose? I'd need to reignite a interest!

And oh YAY! It's been a very long time since I thought about that fic, and a lot I make up as I go and try tying back together, kinda like building the railroad while I drive the train, haha. So not sure if I had any hidden lore, especially none I can think of at the top of my head? But, like anything, I can think of some!

a) Inko and Hisashi are still technically married as they never got officially divorced, Inko kinda kicked him out and he's still yearning. He admires her ability to be cut throat, and loathes her strong sense of morals. b) Inko and Hisashi met while Inko was in med school, nearly graduating! She threatened to stick a pen through someone's throat for mocking her, and he was enamored. c) Izuku gets his determination from Inko, not Hisashi. He also gets the ability to burst into tears from her. The quick obsession is all him though. d) Hisashi left when Izuku was just young enough for his parenting to still linger, aka quirk fascination, but still early enough Izuku doesn't quite miss him when he's lived so long without him.

Yagi is ABSOLUTELY having a swell ol' time looking at Izuku succeed from the sidelines. Go, Izuku go! Number one cheerleader in the distance. He would be oblivious to Izuku's slowburn sanity depletion, if not incidentally encouraging by misunderstanding, since I think that's silly. Probably offer some advice Izuku takes in a whole another direction, or comment on Izuku's quirk to be encouraging, which makes Izuku incredibly tight lipped and sweating bullets. Which is to say, completely correct assumption from you, haha!

I did have a draft of the next chapter I never ended up finished, if you'd like :D below!

Izuku has been cackling madly for a solid minute. Maybe it’s the exhaustion still clinging to him like a teddy bear cactus after seeing its first fleshy human taxi, or the sweet, sweet euphoria of a miraculous, and marvelous step forwards, or maybe he’s simply lost his sanity, but eventually, it winds down to giggles, chuckles until it’s nothing but a bright grin stretched over his cute little cheeks. 

“Shigaraki!” Izuku whispers delightfully. “Shigaraki, Shigaraki, Shigaraki!” 

Unfortunately, chanting someone's name while cackling, does sound like he’s reciting the next person he’s gonna curse to have their toes swapped with their fingers or having their spine crumble like a wad of wet paper towels squeezed into a tiny ball, so Izuku does exhibit one tiny glimmer of self awareness to simply stop doing that. The magic of sleep, he supposes, brings the wonderful gift of self awareness!

He should sleep more. Probably. Maybe. He’ll see. 

And while yes, okay, there is technically literally no one in the house except for him to see him like this, his All Might figure could be judging him! He can’t disappoint them! They’re limited edition. And oh, he should wipe them down soon. Gotta keep them in good condition! Just imagining one of those delicate, glossy figures being cracked and broken just makes Izuku wanna do the same thing to someone’s spine, which is ridiculous!

Izuku would simply never allow them to get damaged. Ever.

[littleprincessfawn]

It's interesting, I think my kink self is changing in some ways.

For me I started off as a sub with my first boyfriend, literally as soon as I discovered sex, it was just how I naturally reacted. Then after him I was a slave to my Master (2002-2003) when I was a teen. A very intense relationship that one, where he basically programmed me, and pushed me to be 'perfect'. He's the only person who I think ever loved me truly. But it ended and it was devastating, as he completely cut me off from him... I went from being his to being... no-one's, to having no instructions. I am still haunted by that abandonment.

(more of my sub history and how I feel now, after the cut)

After that I was back to being more of a submissive, as I couldn't get over my ex-Master. I felt (and still feel) like an abandoned robot. I had a boyfriend who was Dommy but in a more playful chaotic way. I had another boyfriend who just... was vanilla and bleh in bed. I topped both of those boyfriends at times and really enjoyed being the Domme.

Then I met my ex-husband and he gave me a bit of a sub experience again, but he was all over the place so it was very shallow/surface and there was no commitment. Then when I was pregnant we both found we weren't into him inflicting pain on me, (which makes sense psychologically! I was carrying very precious cargo in my body!!) and we discovered we were more into the daddy/little dynamic as it was more gentle, it suited him more as he was probably technically vanilla at heart. So that was my first time experiencing that dynamic and it was exciting and healing for me to explore. I was never into full age regression with diapers/dummies etc, but more that caregiver and cute girl dynamic.

That marriage ended, he's still in my life, we used to occasionally still play with one another just in a scene way, but that's done now too. BIG bdsm drought in my life lately.

But with this fallow period of my kinkdom, I'm finding it's giving me time to think about what I want, and to sort of settle back into myself again.

I'm less keen on the daddy/little dynamic now, or at least in the way me and my ex-husband used to do it, because I don't want to be totally helpless or dependent. I want to have my own mind, my own skills.

I'm finding myself more into the slave dynamic, the robot girl or living sex doll. I know that might sound like it contradicts my want to not be dependent, but robot girls and dolls and slavegirls are all good at DOING things, good at following instructions and doing so beautifully.

I want to be my best self. I want a Sir or Master who will encourage me to blossom, not in a harsh demanding way, but in an observant, patient, loving way. Someone who will explore my limits and my depths, not splash in my shallows. Someone who will be proud of me as I kick ass at life. Someone who sees my potential and believes in my capability.

But most importantly someone who will stay. I haven't submitted ALL the way, to anyone, since 2003. That's a long time to have such a strong wall around my innermost heart. I feel like I could one day be ready to bring those walls down, to trust someone. It would take a lot of work though, a lot of time probably. But I want to do it, one day. I want to trust someone and have them NOT abandon me. I want someone to find this broken rusty robot girl, and repair her, and adore her.

It could happen, one day, don't you think?

[omishu]

maple, fireside & quilt. :)

Thanks for asking! 😊

Maple 🍁 - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

I really enjoy trying new things, so there aren't many that I've wanted to do and haven't. I suppose something related to horse-riding or archery would be at the top of the list for me, mostly due to financial barriers. I've done both occasionally, but not to the point of training a skillset in either.

Fireside 🔥 - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

Oh gosh, this is a little embarrassing, but if social norms and budget weren't what they are, I'd love to dress like an ethereal, regal, nonbinary fae: like lots of ornate beaded embroidery and flowy fabrics with structure but gender ambigious. Idk I want to be spotted in the woods and look like I'm from another magical world. There'd be lots of earthy tones, especially like deep rusty brown reds and olive or forest green.

Quilt 🟥 - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

I'm picky about both, tbh, but mostly because I don't care much for coffee generally and don't care for cheap, generic teas (i.e. Lipton sweet iced, bleh). I mostly drink coffee cold and tea hot. With coffee, I'd add a lot before it's drinkable for me; but with tea, I typically don't add anything. Sometimes, depending on the tea, I might add some honey or oat milk but rarely. I do enjoy a good herbal blend, like the Mystic Dragon and Earl Gray Crème teas from Spice and Tea Exchange.

[trbled-at-the-root-blog]

☁

Studio: send me a symbol for… Partner: @fvkup​

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

1)

The clock hits midnight and Kyungil is stuck at the studio. Work was driving him mad. As much as he did enjoy it, there was a point that it got too much. Too many hours spent in the same space doing the same thing. It was practically the definition of insanity. His brain feels like a jumbled mess as he sits staring aimlessly at the mirrors surrounding him. He can recall the first time Gyeoul came to visit. She looked the least bit excited to be stuck in a place like this with him for a few hours. Granted, it was her decision to wait on him. It had been two weeks since the two last spoke and now he stops to wonder how she’s doing. Maybe he should send her a text, check up on things. He’s aware that her father went out of his way in attempt to get in touch with her again. It threw her off. Probably sent her spiraling into isolation. Kyungil understands. He understands but he misses her.

Why do I miss you so much?

Maybe because she had just clocked out entirely. From practically talking every single day to the sudden disappearance, it was hard to deal with. But again, he has always been understanding of her circumstance. Ever since the night she opened up to him via too many alcoholic beverages.

Are you okay?

I hope you’re doing okay.

2)

He’s stuck in the middle of a line at one of Seoul’s largest malls. A woman wearing some loose fitted clothing, long brown hair, and a tattoo (similar to that of his friends’) passes by. Kyungil’s head swings left toward the direction of the woman but when his eyes finally fall upon her face it is clear that he is not who he thought she was. That momentary spurt of happiness is quick to fade. It simmers away and his shoulders slouch again.

Back to standing in line.

The dancer whips out his phone in a spur of the moment decision to send her a text.

|Kkt: Snowflake 🖕| Hey… how have you been? I thought I just saw you but it was definitely some other chick. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe I’m tired I’m hallucinating.

But as fast as he types the message out, he also deletes it and shoves his phone back into his pocket. The last thing he wanted to do was bother the woman. She had been busy with work. The waitress job was no fun anywhere, especially not the night shifts. Gyeoul was probably just busy.

3)

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t speak Japanese.” Touring could be a bitch. That and traveling to help with the development of certain choreography for dance groups. At the same time, did he really have a right to complain? Most people would kill for the opportunity. But having to argue with the elderly man in front of him (the current owner of the large company he is here to help with) is driving him mad. How many times would it take for him to say that he has no idea how to speak Japanese? To make it worse, his understanding of it was minimal.

“Damn it, Gyeoul. Why aren’t you here?” She had traveled with him once just a couple months ago. They had gone briefly to Japan for a dance convention and the dancer practically begged her to help him out. She got a free trip out of it so (eventually) she did agree. But with him going for ten days and her job, there was no way she would be able to come this time around. Nor was he sure that she would be comfortable with the idea of having to spend so much time with him at once.

Still, how nice it would have been to be able to have her here. It feels like his mind always thinks that way, yet his body does nothing to change it. A simple call would suffice. Even a text. But with how busy he got days mutated together into weeks, and weeks into months. They never went much longer than a month without speaking.

If he could he would text her. Pull out his phone and ask her to come over. Tell her that he misses her and some sort of cryptic text which (like always) would drive her insane.

Why don’t you just say you miss me, wolf-boy?

He can hear it in her voice. That hint of sarcasm with a punch of playful mean. But she’s said it to him so many times before and he never does anything about it.

Because it’s weird to say.

Is what he thinks. Never says. God, no. Forget that. He could never say it aloud. Not that he missed her (a lot of the time), or that he feels weird saying it. Even with how detached she normally was around others, Kyungil had noticed that she was quite affectionate around him. Something he greatly appreciated.

“Yeah well, now I do miss you. Stupid ass.”

4)

It’s early morning and Kyungil is up searching through his most recent playlist for the next song he wants to create choreography to for his intermediate class. It had to be something reasonable, where the beat was quick enough but not overwhelming.

He leans back and lets the list play on, eyes closed as he waits for that magic song to appear. There was no use clicking through a billion different songs, when the right one came along he would know. Until then there was nothing else to do but to wait and listen.

After about an hour of sitting around, a song comes on that reminds him of Gyeoul. It was the song that played in the club they met at for the very first time. He was out with a few of his close friends trying to have a good night and not focus on all the negativity that had been going on during that time in his life six months ago.

I shut down the party

I miss you so bad

I need you so bad

Gyeoul was their waitress that night and from the very get go the two hit it off. In fact, Kyungil had gone out of his way the next few weeks to go out to that same place in order to get a chance to see her again. The first time they met, he was being indecisive on his order and she made fun of him for it then proceeded to recommend one of her favourite dishes which he loved. They spent several nights the same way. Making eye contact across the floor, unable to really have any time alone because of the blaring music and hoards of crowds. It was a club which meant it was full of people, especially during the late evenings which was just about the only time he had free to go out.

After that their friendship bloomed. He spent a few of his free days coming to visit whenever she worked earlier times, they exchanged numbers, hung around with each other outside of where they had originally met. They had gotten close. Far closer than he expected. Kyungil had told her many things he had yet to tell anyone else in the world. And she did the same.

Listening to the song brings a smile to his face. It reminds him so very much of her and it seems like just another one of the many days he is thankful for her existence.

5)

The soft scent of newly washed sheets and the warmth of the rays of sun peeking through his one window lull him into a state of sleep. Nothing about this situation made him want to get up. Not even that it was now eleven in the morning and far too late to still be passed out in bed. Nevertheless, he is. It was one of his few lazy days and as he rolls over to his side (as far away from the sun as possible), his right hand creeps underneath the pillow for some support. Fingers get caught in the mesh of fabric. His first response is to furrow his brows, face puzzled by whatever it might be that lies beneath his pillow.

Kyungil pushes himself up and pulls the item out so that he can have a better look at it. What he finds is a woman’s top, plain, with some lace and black, much like his hair. “Hm. This is definitely not mine.” But in spite of what people thought, there were not many women that frequented his bed. He did recall that just a week ago Gyeoul had slept over at his place. They were hanging out and had a little too much to drink so by no means did he want to send her home on her own. Not even in the safety of a cab. Kyungil insisted she stayed the night and honestly, the female never argued much over it. They spent the night together cuddled and there is a blur of a memory where their lips might have met. But with how intoxicated he was there is no telling whether that is nothing more than a mere figment of his imagination.

|Kkt: Snowflake 🖕| Hey, I found your shirt. Undershirt? I’m not really sure but it’s at my place.

Now the only question he has is how on earth did it get there and not on her? Maybe he gave her a change of clothes to sleep in for the night. But honestly, he couldn’t remember.

|Kkt: Snowflake 🖕| Come over. I miss you. What time do you work today? I’m done late. I can come pick you up if you’re up for it.

[talasims]

I haven’t posted in....like a month. oof. I finally opened up my game today to play with new cc and give my bbys mini makeovers because my style has changed :3

[eve-daniels]

Everything Changes

The weeks had flown by, a whirlwind of bliss made up of little sleep, ear piercing cries, and all the many things that were life with a newborn. Domestic life had never held any interest for Eve, but the tiny human nestled safely in her mother's arms had managed to change that, partially at least.

As the countess meandered through the halls if Ivycliffe, bare feet meeting cool wood slowly at a leisurely pace, she took note of the many things that had changed since Linara's arrival. The manor house that had once held only a cold elegance now seemed warmer somehow. Far from the sort of empty headed girl with fairy tales on her mind, dreaming of daisies and sunshine, she didn't actually expect that the baby's birth had changed the house itself, some bright beacon brought in to chase away the shadows of this place. No, the change that had come had been in the people, in Eve and Amelia, and all the others who called Ivycliffe home.

The birth of a child, it seemed, brought hope and chased away the worst of the grief that still tugged at their hearts.

The sounds of voices, speaking in low, urgent whispers drew her attention as she neared the parlor. Pausing just outside, she tilted her head to the side, peering into the room through the space between the door and it's frame. A young, mousy looking maid had tugged a much older guardsman into the corner and as the girl uttered something Eve couldn't quite make out, her small hand grasped his leather clad forearm. His reaction, a glare that had the maid shrinking away, drew a raised brow from Eve.

Within her arms, Linara began to stir, stretching a tiny arm upwards as her little lips parted into a yawn. Casting her glance downward, Eve smiled, unaware that she had now been spotted. “My lady,” a gruff voice muttered as the guardsman passed, exiting the room with haste, the frightened looking maid trailing in his wake. Offering Eve a deep curtsey as she passed, embarrassment flooded the girl's cheeks and she hurried away before the countess could question what she had witnessed.

Much to her own annoyance, Eve couldn't help but wonder what their argument had been about. Clearly it had been personal, having nothing to do with Eve, and therefore it shouldn't have interested her in the least. “I've been home too long,” she whispered to Linara as she turned toward her study, striding with a new purpose. “I think it's time to pay Hodelle a visit.”

(( @hodelle-mcglenn @householt ))

[patrickztump]

When you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers.

sorry this took so long, i promise i wasn’t ignoring it. it just turns out it’s actually hard to find good qualities about yourself - for me at least. but after a long time scratching my head, and i know i will not answer this correctly, these are what i've come up with:

1. i'm working on bettering my physical health. i became so incredibly fed up (and borderline disgusted) with my appearance that last year i started working out more and being smarter about my food intake. i'm happy with how its going, there are still days i feel "bleh" but i have progress behind me and hope in front of me.

2. (i really hope this doesn’t sound egotistical, so um) i like to think i’m a nice person. i’m human and have bad days and bad moods, so not saying i’m perfect and always positive. but i really do try to be nice to everyone, because a) it’s literally the easiest thing to do, and b) i know how good it makes me feel when someone is kind to me. and the world needs kindness.

3. i'm getting back into art again. last year i started doing a lot more digital work and created a few paintings. i'm very rusty, but can see how far i've come in that short of time.

4. i like that i take the time to enjoy the moment. admittedly, i wish it was more often in normal everyday situations rather than significant moments – but you have to start somewhere, right?

5. um... i guess i like that i have small hands and feet? i mean having small hands has a lot of disadvantages such as gloves never fit right (i’m between child sizes and women’s sizes), but i can also get them into tighter places which is good for whenever i’m doing crafty things or carpentry work. small feet are just nice lol

apologies in advance to anyone i send this too if you also struggle as long as i did.

[pirunika]

I'm thinking I should just...draw some random stuff and kinda ease into drawing (again) because I feel so stressed and because I'm so stressed nothing comes out right.. Obviously I'm very rusty bleh

[tolerateit]

Hi. Sorry this is random but I'm pretty sure you made a quiz before that said answer questions and I'll recommend a book to you. I took that quiz and it was also the reason I checked out your blog and followed. Anyway my result ended up being One Day in December which I actually started recently but I've somewhat lost interest, which happens sometimes, and I wanted to know your opinion on the book if it gets better cuz I usually like these love triangle stories. I asked someone else and they said it didnt, so I wanted another opinion. Now I see that you said you hate love at first sight in books, does that mean you didnt like it?

Hii, first of all tysm for checking my blog out and for taking the quiz!! Now tbh when I added the result to the quiz I couldn't think of any other romances other than the Hating Game which I'd already been talking about a lot so I picked whichever title I remembered first.

But I recently went back to rereading it (I read this one like three/four ish years back so I was rusty on the plot) and I didn't end up buying the whole premise!! Not gonna lie, Josie Silver's writing makes the book so much better but the first scene itself was just. Bleh. There's a bit development later and a small twist but it goes pretty much how you'd expect this story to work out.

And yeah lol the love triangle is shitty and won't reel you in so much as just leave you disappointed and sorta guilty for the other character so I wouldn't recommend wasting your time on it!!

[skimmeh]

Ok so I made a sans and zacharie fusion charater a long time ago ...and recently redesigned it

Well in that picture i mentioned in the description ... I had some idea of how the story would kinda go ...and since then I keep thinking of more ideas .... I know it's kinda dumb but I wanted to draw these ideas and stuff

I'm rusty on OFF law but I did want to add more and different things to the story anyway ... And I didn't go for the most logical ... Characters ? Beacuse wanted it to be different....(also I started this thing from one charater so I had to think round that)

Hah welp now to explain thing ... AU hah

I put "" on names mainly cos if I was gonna do anything with this dumb crossover au the names there most definitely won't be the same

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The game takes place not long after "monster" kind was banished to "whereever" by humans

The "batter" sets on a quest to clear out "whereever" of "monster"

Chara's a cat ... Beacuse... Sure it would have been easier to do the skeleton bros as the judge and Valarie butttt like I said I started off with the Sans/Zach fusion ...and also different ideas are cool

Here's some over designs ... But bleh I'm not sure what to do with over charaters yet

At some point idk wether before or after "monster kind" were banished ,a horrible ruler "gaster or skeleton king" ... Was being a curl and all nasty to people and stuff ... this young "monster" stood up a fought against him and won .... But suffered a curse on his family (which happen to be only him and his younger brother)

The curse coursed them to look my skeleton like or something

No one seems to remember what happened to the skeleton king but this merchant, he never talks about it and hides his past and his face behind a mask so I don't think anyone will ever know

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But anyway this was a mess ... But fun to think about

I don't know if I'd do anything with this cos I'm scared that it seams cringy and uninspired qwq .... Buttt yeah ... Making dumb au can be fun hah

Even if it's one that's probably been done several times before

[what-the-fuck-khr]

I'm so sorry to here about your dog, that must be so hard,, When I was six, my family adopted a cat who was 7 years old and we had her for 8 years, she was really sick toward the end and it was so hard and stressful, I hope that your dog continues on with good health!! My grandma has had her weimaraner for 16 years and counting and she's holding on strong!! I know it's probably a really tough time, I hope you're doing okay!

ahh, thank you,,,

see, like, we’ve always had a dog (I hope it’s okay to vent here) when growing up. we had a dog, grandmother has dogs, family has dogs, friends have dogs. we’ve always had at least one dog, and one cat. always. and I know we have four cats, and some would say “but you’ve still got so many animals!!” or some bullshit, but,,,, I have always, ALWAYS been around dogs

and I know we’re kinda ass. when we were younger (I’m talking YOUNG young), we accidentally made our dog Rusty kind of aggressive and had to give him away (bc mum was at work and couldn’t discipline us and my father is useless at anything), and we sucked ass at teaching our current dog Cloe anything. couldn’t sit on command for shit, but she knew how to wait for treats. knew how to jump on couches if we encouraged her, even if she couldn’t do any kind of command otherwise. I know we weren’t the “smartest” dog owners when we got her over ten years ago, but we did our best. we know better now, and we still try our hardest for her. and when she dies, I know that I wouldn’t be able to live comfortably if we didn’t get another dog. it’s just how it is. we need a dog in our house

but, like, that’s the thing I guess??? we were planning on another dog but the money to that has to go into the house bc renovations are never simple and easy for us (nothing ever is actually but) so we’ll have to wait it off. and I know I won’t be able to handle it well if we don’t have a dog’s presence in the house. it’s getting to me. there’s been a lot of death and injury lately. I’ve noticed it

for now, we’ll do our best to look after her. my grandmother still has her dog Tiger, too (he’s even fucking older than our Cloe like he is kind of ancient we think he’s holding out so he doesn’t die before he does and like,,, my fucking heart) and my aunt has two dogs, Archie and Alfie! so there’s dogs still around us that I can look after if anything goes wrong.

thank you for sending this ask and I hope it was okay to vent I’m sorry if you read that all bleh I just,,,, didn’t realise I needed to get that off my chest. I hope you tell all your dogs that I love them so, so much!!! and that they’re all such good puppies!!!! and pet all the kitties as well!!! I love animals so, so much and I hope all of yours are in good health!

[thecharminghero]

//: *quietly slides back here* ᕕ(  ⁰﹏⁰  )ᕗ

[sleepyheadven]

I just wrote a small, poopy, little drabble/one shot and it's pretty bleh.

I feel like I'm so rusty when it comes to writing these characters, ugh. I'm gonna spend some time re-reading the manga and studying these nerds when I get the time to.

[myvelouri]

I went out all the way to a mall an hour away from me just to go to h&m. Hehe. I got a few things. Okay there was an overwhelming number of really attractive women out here and I really wanted to talk to them and do my thing but.. I couldn't. I've been inside the house for awhile now and I feel rusty. But it's not that. It's the fact that I have this virus. I need to get rid of it before even thinking about messing with cute gals. Or whatever. There was a really pretty gal in h&m working there. I had a chance to talk to her. But I'm so dumb, I didn't ,I thought she was helping another customer and she wasn't. Also she was hella polite to this other handsomeish guy but she was kinda like whatever when she saw me lol. It doesn't matter, you only know after you actually talk to a girl. But I blew my chances. I felt like, I can't do this right now. I'm out here BECAUSE I feel so much upset from this shitty virus that's made me stay inside for so long. I wonder how much longer I'll have to deal with this. One of the shits scabbed over and fell off. Also my eye is doing better. I think my body is like, fuck this virus! I honestly think my body will kill it off. My body doesn't really take shit, it'll have a hard time fighting though, my immune system sucks but it's always gotten rid of any issues you know?

Oh man, I feel so old. I was trying clothes on (safely) and I'm just like, god I wish I was younger. It sucks trying to talk to girls when you're old-young. Bleh. This area sure has beautiful people though. But I fucking suck.

I'm about to drive home.

My other gal friend still hasn't talked to me. I guess, I don't know, something happened. Mhm.

Okay bye for now. I gotta actually go get medicine for myself. It sucks being unhealthy and having somewhat lower confidence than usual. Godamnit.