#THE DIFFERENCE IN MOOD THERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME
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Unexplained love
Based on this request, right here!! I'm actually really proud of this one, so enjoy and keep sending in requests!!
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Leah had always been there. In ways that you sometimes took for granted, she was your constant, your companion in every chapter of your life. The two of you had known each other since childhood—since before you could even properly remember, when your parents pushed you together on playdates, only for you to bond over something as simple as a soccer ball or a shared joke. What started as an accidental friendship slowly blossomed into something unshakeable, a connection that stretched through every phase of your growth.
Your small town, just outside London, wasn’t a place where people could easily hide, and Leah and you had grown up together in that same tight-knit community. There was a park near the edge of town, and countless hours of your childhood were spent there—hours running around in the summer heat, kicking footballs with Leah, creating games that only made sense to the two of you. When it rained, the park became your personal world of imagination, where your “missions” were anything but typical. You’d build forts out of old tree branches, create treasure hunts, and spend hours lying on the grass, staring at clouds and dreaming about things that didn’t seem to matter—until they did...
Through all of this, Leah was never just a friend. She was more than that. She was someone who saw you for exactly who you were. If you had a rough day, Leah would always know before you even said anything. You didn’t need words when Leah was around. Her presence alone was a comfort. Her laugh was the thing that could break any of your bad moods, and when she spoke about her ambitions—her love for football, her dreams of playing at the professional level—it was like everything in the world could fit together perfectly.
“Promise me you’ll never leave?” you asked one summer day, as you both sat side by side on the park bench. You weren’t sure why you asked it then. But something about the moment, the way the sun filtered through the trees, made you voice the fear that had been growing inside you.
Leah’s hand found yours, her grip tight and comforting. “Promise,” she said, her voice steady as ever, “I’ll never leave.” And as a child, you believed that promise, without hesitation.
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As time passed, however, things inevitably changed. It wasn’t just the shift from childhood to adolescence that marked a difference—it was the shift within yourself. You had begun to notice the way your feelings for Leah had deepened, but you hadn’t understood them yet. You had no idea how to process the shift, how to handle the overwhelming sensation that you felt when Leah stood a little too close or laughed in that way that made your heart do funny flips.
The first sign came when you were thirteen. Leah had always been fiercely competitive—something you admired—and when she started to take football seriously, you saw the intensity in her eyes that you had never noticed before. The practices, the matches, the way she pushed herself—it was as if she was becoming someone else, someone who had her own dreams, her own future. You were proud of her, but something else stirred within you, something you didn’t know how to explain.
It was subtle, a flicker of jealousy at first. When she’d mention a boy from the team or when she’d laugh at Ryan’s jokes (someone you’d never really paid attention to before), it gnawed at you. You tried to brush it off, to dismiss it, but the feelings grew like a tide that was impossible to outrun.
The first time Leah talked about Ryan, it didn’t seem like anything special. He was a teammate, she said, just a guy she’d been getting to know. But then, as the weeks went on, she began talking about him more often. And every time she did, a strange sensation grew inside you. It wasn’t jealousy, or at least you didn’t think it was, because it wasn’t the kind of jealousy you felt when someone took your favorite toy. This felt like something deeper, more visceral.
And then, the first real break came. You were fifteen, sitting in Leah’s room one late evening, when she told you about her first kiss. She didn’t know why it hurt to hear it, but it did. Leah’s voice was light, but there was a strange ache behind it.
“It wasn’t that special,” she said, brushing it off. But the words hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. You smiled, though it was a half-smile. “That’s great, Leah. You deserve someone who makes you feel special.”
But you didn’t feel special in that moment. You felt empty, and it took everything inside you to push those feelings back down into a place where they could hide—far away from the world. You had never questioned your feelings for her until that moment, but as she laughed about it, something deep inside you cracked open, and you realized: you wanted to be the one who made Leah feel that special.
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Things came to a head one night that summer when you were sixteen. It had been building for months, like a storm on the horizon, and neither of you had seen it coming. Leah had been talking about football again, her eyes sparkling with the passion that drove her. But you weren’t listening to her words anymore; you were just listening to the rhythm of her voice, to the way the light from the bedside lamp danced in her hair, and to the soft rise and fall of her breath.
“I think I’m actually going to make the team this year,” Leah said, and you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, because for the first time, you were realizing that you didn’t want to lose her to football. You didn’t want her to leave you behind in her pursuit of greatness. You didn’t want to be the one watching her from the sidelines.
Before you knew it, you were leaning in, your lips brushing hers. It was a soft kiss, barely a touch, but it felt like the world had suddenly shifted. For a split second, everything around you blurred, and there was nothing but Leah and the overwhelming flood of emotion that rushed through you.
Leah pulled back immediately, her face pale. You froze, your mind racing, but your body unable to move. Neither of you spoke at first. You both seemed to be trapped in that moment, unable to do anything but stare at each other, unsure of what had just happened.
“I’m sorry,” Leah whispered quickly, her voice panicked. But the words didn’t seem like an apology, not really. They sounded more like a denial, as if she were trying to erase the moment from existence. And in that silence, you felt the weight of it all—felt the fracture forming between you that neither of you had expected but both of you could now see.
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The next few days passed in a blur. Neither of you mentioned the kiss, but it was always there, lurking in the back of your minds. Leah seemed to pull away even more, immersing herself in football practices and talking more frequently about Ryan. The distance between the two of you was palpable now—every conversation felt strained, like you were both pretending that everything was the same.
In the meantime, you began to focus on Alex, a boy from school who had started to show an interest in you. At first, it was easy to fall into that relationship—he was sweet, he liked you, and he didn’t make you question everything the way Leah did. When Alex kissed you for the first time, it was nothing like Leah’s kiss, and for a moment, you thought you had found a way to forget. But it was fleeting. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Leah’s face, heard her laugh, and felt the ache in your chest that no one but her could fill.
Leah, too, seemed to move on. She and Ryan started spending more time together, laughing, holding hands, and it felt like a sharp knife twisting in your gut every time you saw them together. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t. The jealousy, the anger—it all bubbled up inside you in a way that made you sick. She wasn’t supposed to be with him. She was supposed to be with you.
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It was the night everything finally broke open. The tension had been building for weeks, and you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You couldn’t sit by and watch Leah slip further away from you, especially not when you knew, deep down, that you were both still holding on to something neither of you could acknowledge.
You called her late that evening, asking her to meet you at the park. It felt like the only place you both could truly talk without the weight of the world around you. When she arrived, you could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the way she avoided looking directly at you. You had been avoiding each other for too long. It was time to confront it.
Leah sat on the swing, pushing herself lightly as she stared down at her feet. The air between you was thick with unspoken words.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked, the frustration in your voice barely masked. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Why are you with him? Why are you pretending nothing happened between us?”
Leah’s face flushed, and her eyes shot up to meet yours. There was something raw in her gaze, a vulnerability you hadn’t seen in a long time.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N,” she said, her voice trembling. “You think this is easy for me?”
“I don’t care if it’s easy,” you snapped. “I care that you’re pretending. I care that you’re with him when you know how I feel about you. You know I can’t keep doing this. I’m not okay.”
Leah stood up abruptly, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’m not pretending,” she yelled. “I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know what to do!”
The words hung in the air like smoke, suffocating the space between you.
“You don’t fix it by running away!” you shouted back, the anger in your chest rising. “You fix it by facing it! By facing what we both know is true. You can’t keep acting like nothing happened, like nothing changed.”
For a moment, Leah looked lost, her eyes softening, the anger and fear giving way to something else. Slowly, cautiously, she took a step toward you, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
“I don’t know how to make this right,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’ve always loved you, Y/N.”
And withthose words, everything seemed to shift in that instant. It was as if a dam had broken, and the flood of emotions you both had been holding back came pouring out, unrestrained and raw.
You felt your heart race in your chest as Leah stood there, her eyes full of uncertainty and longing, just as you felt in that moment. The world around you blurred once again, and all the years of friendship, of confusion, of unspoken feelings, suddenly rushed forward. For a second, neither of you moved, standing in the weight of the silence.
"I never knew how to tell you," Leah whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind rustling the trees around you. "I thought I could just ignore it, just focus on football, focus on anything but us. But I couldn't. I still can’t."
You stepped forward, your breath catching as you tried to process what she was saying. You had always known something was between you two—something deeper, something that you couldn’t explain even to yourself. But hearing her admit it, hearing Leah say she had been holding onto the same feelings, broke something open inside you.
"You’ve always been everything to me, Leah," you replied, the words tumbling out of you, honest and without hesitation. "And I... I’ve been too afraid to tell you. To ruin what we have, what we’ve always had."
Leah took another step closer, her face so close now that you could feel the warmth of her skin, her breath mingling with yours. There was no more distance between you, no more hiding. You could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the same fear that mirrored your own.
"I didn’t want to ruin us either," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly. "But I think... I think we've already ruined it. We've been lying to ourselves for so long, pretending that we don’t feel this way. And I can't do that anymore."
Your heart skipped a beat. "So, what do we do now?"
Leah’s hand reached out, brushing against your cheek gently, her touch soft but electrifying. "I don't know," she whispered, "but I think we should stop pretending. Stop running away from this."
And in that moment, there was no more pretending, no more fear. You could see it in her eyes—this was real. The feelings you’d both buried for so long had finally surfaced, and there was no turning back. There was no more question of whether it was okay to love each other in this way.
Without another word, Leah leaned in, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was tender, slow, and full of everything you had both been too afraid to say. The world around you seemed to fade away, the years of friendship and the years of longing collapsing into something undeniable. This was the moment you’d both been waiting for.
When you finally pulled away, breathless, both of you stood there, your foreheads resting against each other, both a little dazed by what had just happened. The awkwardness that had filled the space between you for weeks was gone, replaced by an undeniable sense of clarity.
"I don’t know how we move forward," you said, still a little shaken. "But I know we can figure it out. Together."
Leah nodded, her hand brushing against your arm as if confirming that, yes, you were in this together now. "I want to figure it out. I want to be with you. I’ve always wanted that."
The reality of it all settled in, and even though neither of you knew exactly what the future would hold, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like an impossible distance between you. It felt like a beginning. A new chapter.
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The weeks that followed were filled with challenges, as both of you navigated this new dynamic in your friendship and relationship. The first time you held hands in public was nerve-wracking. You had spent so many years walking side by side without thinking twice about it, but now every touch seemed loaded with meaning. You learned quickly that no one could understand the complexity of what you were going through unless they had been through it themselves.
Leah and you spent hours talking about everything—your feelings, your fears, your hopes for the future. There were times when it felt like the whole world was against you, as if your connection was something so rare and fragile that it could slip away in an instant. There were people who didn’t understand, people who made assumptions or doubted your bond. But it didn’t matter. You knew that what you shared was real, and in the end, that was all that mattered.
Football was still a big part of Leah’s life. She threw herself into it with all the passion and drive she had always had. But now, you were there with her, standing on the sidelines, cheering her on—not just as her friend, but as someone who saw her in a new light. You were proud of her. Proud of her achievements, her strength, and the way she managed to balance her dreams with this new chapter in her life.
You, too, found new ways to grow. No longer hiding from the truth of your feelings, you learned to love yourself alongside loving her. You found strength in your vulnerability, in the openness that came with finally admitting what you both wanted. Sometimes, it was hard, and there were moments where you both doubted yourselves. But the foundation of your relationship was built on years of trust, of shared memories, and a deep, unshakeable connection. That was something neither of you could ignore.
The world around you started to shift, too. You both made new friends, met new people, and began to embrace the future with all the uncertainty it held. It wasn’t always easy—relationships, especially ones like yours, took time, effort, and constant communication. But you were learning how to do it, together.
Leah and you spent many more nights under the stars, just as you had when you were children, talking about everything and nothing. You had both been through so much, and yet, somehow, you knew that the hardest parts were already behind you. It was just a matter of building something new, something that was yours alone.
And in those quiet moments, you found peace in knowing that whatever the future held, you had each other. That was enough. Enough to weather the storms, to face the unknown, and to finally, truly be free to love each other in the way you had always known was meant to be.
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Years later, when you both looked back on those early days, you couldn’t help but laugh at the way things had unfolded. The confusion, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it had led to this point. You and Leah had grown, individually and together, stronger than either of you could have ever imagined.
Leah’s name was well-known in the football world now, and you had found your own path in a career that fulfilled you. But no matter where life had taken you, Leah had always been there—by your side, the one constant in a world full of changes.
And as you stood on the edge of the field one evening, watching Leah train for an upcoming match, you knew one thing for certain: there was no one else you’d rather face the future with. Your love, built on years of friendship, had become the foundation of everything you were. Together, you were unstoppable.
And that was how you had always meant to be—together.
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#womens football#woso soccer#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso community#buzzinrusso#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson x you#leah williamson#leah williamson imagine#lionesses#lionesses x reader
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Jojos react to you accidentally punching them in the face while roughhousing
Jojos (1-7) react to accidentally punching them in the face while roughhousing
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Jonathan Joestar
Jonathan, surprisingly, isn't completely made of brick and instantly grips his nose after you strike it rather hard.
Once you apologize over and over, he lets out a strained chuckle, not wanting to worry you even longer despite it still hurting.
"beloved, you sure have a hand on you..."
He laughs, regarding of the ache that made his head spin for a moment.
"Hang tight Jojo, I'm getting some cream!" You quickly dash off.
"wait, darling, its not that bad-" Before he finishes, you had already left to get something to ease the pain
It was gone in a couple of minutes, he was a tough guy..but perhaps play hitting is off the table for a while-
Joseph Joestar
"Owowowow---did you do that on purpose??"
He's quick to accuse. It probably wouldn't be the first time you wanted to hit him for real, but this time was an honest mistake.
"no Jojo, it was just an accident!" you swear up and down, but it takes a bit before he actually believes you.
Eventually he leaves to get an icepack for his nose before Lisa Lisa or someone else sees, which would be infinitely more embarrassing.
"maybe we should just stick to tickling or something.." He mutters in a defeated manner, holding the ice up to soothe the ache.
it was admiteddly a little funny, but for the sake of him not staying mad at you, you'll withhold your laughter for now.
"I want compensation for my beautiful eye!" He holds out his hand, expecting something.
"wh--I said i was sorry! I'll get it later!"
Jotaro Kujo
Jotaro lets out a pained hiss, facepalming as he needed a minute.
Concern quickly overcomes you and you pull his hand away to make sure there was no mark or anything broken.
"Lets stop." He's no longer in the mood for play fighting--if anything he thought it was a bad idea in the first place in fear of him hurting you--when it turned out being the other way around.
You feel awful for punching him that hard on accident, especially since you knew he was probably upset or wanted to pretend he isn't hurt.
"I'm sorry, Jotaro.." Putting a comforting hand on his arm, you lean over to look at his face that had been turned from you.
"it was just a punch, i've had worse." He was right on that front, but a punch is a punch.
"alright tough guy, but at least tell me when something hurts.." You put a bag of ice on it, making him wince.
"was it not obvious-" he argues.
That was enough to make you scoff in both humor and disbelief.
Josuke Higashikata
"Oi Timeout timeout!"
Josuke makes the T gesture with his hand and heaves, now hunching over with his hands on his knees.
"..Josuke? You good?" You lean over his crouched form, not realizing how strong the impact on his face was.
"im..i'm good, just give me a minute-" he bluffs, clearly being out of breath. You didn't believe it for a second. He never was that good of a liar, to you at least.
Ignoring his protests, you go and get the first aid kit in his house's closet, coming back with some ointment and a bandaid
"There, now you look like more of a delinquint at least!~" you smile after placing it across his nose.
"True but...lets just not tell anyone this came from you punching me in the face, alright?"
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno has a...delayed reaction for lack of a better term. He certainly stops hitting and stumbles, but it takes him a moment to actually register that what he's feeling in his cheeks is actual pain
To spare your feelings, he'll act like it didn't hurt as much as it did, only rubbing the spot a bit and standing normally again.
"..giorno? You good?" you eventually ask, since he isn't really giving any hints as to why he went silent.
"i'm fine, dearest." Giorno is actually pretty good at playing it off, but you could tell his tone sounded a bit different
He likely isn't going to admit that it hurt, so you have to make the call to stop roughhousing. It wasn't worth it to mess up his pretty face.
You'll just...subtly get him some ice cream as an apology
Jolyne Kujo
"oW! you dick!"
Jolyne punches back twice as hard, which probably wasn't the best thing to do in this situation, but she's been roughhoused enough times in her life-
Now both of you were hurting, holding your heads in pain.
"j-Jolyne, did i hurt you?"
"Yeah! I said ow, didn't I?" She snaps back, rubbing her cheek.
She won't hold it against you for long, but you figure you should buy her a snack or something to 'regain her trust' again
"..need me to kiss it better?" You suggest, both as a tease and honestly.
Jolyne's eyes dart around...well, there was no one around to see, so maybe just this once. "..fine.." She unfolds her arms, scooting towards you.
Johnny Joestar
"Okay Okay I get it!-"
Johnny puts both of his hands up to shield his face from your assualt, and for a moment you think he's joking, before a whole minute goes by with him like that and not saying anything.
"..hey, Johnny, let me see..." Your hand gently coasts over his, slowly pulling it away.
His face was super red. Tears were partially visible at the corners of her eyes.
it was almost humorous, as it usually is when his face reddens, but he was also in pain
"do you need something? I can get a bandage." You suggest, not knowing where you hit to cause that reaction
"i need you to stop hitting me that hard, goddam-"
he was only making it harder not to laugh, but you were truly sorry and will treat him to coffee to make his pout go away
#jjba x reader#jojo#jojo imagines#johnny joestar x reader#jonathan joestar x reader#josuke higashikata x reader#josuke x reader#jolyne cujoh#jolyne x reader#joseph joestar x reader#jotaro kujo x reader#giorno giovanna x reader#jjba
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Hal with the cast vs. Simon with the cast
Also known as two scenarios that could not have LESS in common
Pics from Emerald Twilight (GL 1990 #48) and Rage Planet (GLs #6)
#the posing in the simon panel made me think of emerald twilight and just audiabdaifhahsiajsbd#THE DIFFERENCE IN MOOD THERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME#the accidental homage 😭😭😭#blah#panelposting#simon baz#hal jordan#not tagging jess but shes there too#green lantern
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yall ever get in such a bad mood you gotta pull the
#byler#byler memes#will byers#this is prolly only funny to me#sad endings hit so different when you're having aggressive mood swings
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I got hit by a huge wave of nostalgia and fell back into the Undertale rabbithole and I just couldn't resist the urge to make a Handplates skeleton lore accurate oc who I am pretty proud of ngl :] adawd
#funnily enough it all started with me finding a commentary of an undertale analog horror#and then i got the mood to play the game and sorta please my inner child by actually completing a true pacifist route#like I shit you not when I first played as a child i just got stuck on the final boss and that was it#i was seething#anyway after that i remembered that a good friend of mine really likes handplates and that I never finished it so I decided#to start watching it and now i'm obsessed X<X#and looking back it's kinda funny how from like my cringey sans fangirl era i grew so much that i can make a balanced and imo well designed#character. still when i was searching other stuff within the fandom it was still nostalgic and sort of heartwarming and interesting to see#how easy it was to impress me at such a young age. man T_T /pos#tbh Undertale holds such a special place in my heart#thinking back if i didn't have these sorta nerdy fixations and interests I would've probably just crumbled and i'm not joking. I'm glad#these things exist#anyway I should probably make an OC intro of this guy sometime#he's called Dr. T. N. Roman btw :] and they're aroace#also they're in a qpr with Gaster bc I love him and yippee#I kinda imagine these silly skeletons like the gems from steven universe (my friend brought this up originally)#like the idea that they have special customs and they probably copulate and multiply differently/asexually.#tbh this kinda skeleverse is steven universe for mlm people /j#auramoeba's art corner#thus spoke auramoeba#auramoeba's ocs#undertale#undertale oc#fan oc#skeleton oc#w d gaster#nostalgia#doomed yaoi
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some men are textbook villains fr
#tw religion?#kinda need to rant.. kinda wanna explain what's going on#some ppl are part of humanity but don't know how to be humane... like the guy i started talking to almost 2 weeks ago#liked him a lot bc he was funny sickeningly sweet mature and understanding.. until he was not#tl dr version is that we somehow drifted to the topic religion and i told him im not too religious and don't believe in superstition much#i was extremely respectful and even when he said that he does believe a lot i was like 'thats cool!! different people believe in different#things!!' and at first it was a normal convo until man went all psycho on me (after one damn week!!!) and started talking about how#id have to be religious in a relationship with him.. my dude i barely know your fav food can we not talk about relationships yet#but he says he doesn't even need a woman who cooks/cleans just someone who believes.. n im like i get it but i can't change myself like that#and then guy moves to marriage and is all 'well my entire family is religious' n my mom and sister (who's 16) would be putting pressure on#you n force you to pray etc.. and I'm like???? who can force anyone to a thing like that are u kidding#things escalate and my absolute STUPID ass tells him about my deepest fkn trauma to explain what made me abandon religion bc#life just never got better and this trauma remained for yrs... and he gets so angry that he says he wants to stop talking to me just to spam#me all day next day.. he'd keep messaging me switching between 'i still want you we shouldn't throw this away i have feelings for you'#AFTER A WEEEEEEKKKK!!! and then goes back to 'i wasted my time with you you were so unnecessary im in a bad mood bc of you'#even said 'you'll never find a guy with a trauma and mindset like this. i will find a religious girl but no one will love you like that'#and the worst thing is that he told his friends and mom about the trauma i had just to spite me.. note that he promised to never tell anyone#(and then still asked for forgiveness and for me to rethink whether we want to end this after telling me 473626x he wanted to end it)#(nothing even ever started you bitchass)#also note that his mom knows my mom n basically most of my relatives.. so i was here trembling for days fearing they'd get to know about it#mom somehow convinced her to not tell anyone bc it's important to me and very very fucking personal..#but he harassed me all day - i wouldn't answer and he'd send 55 messages.. multiple missed calls like dude i got so fkn scared#my heart jumped whenever he texted he was so fkn aggressive and SO MEAN#'you just needed to adjust and we would've been okay' 'tell me are u gonna fkn be religious or not????' 'you ruined everything' kinda mean#i just :') it was the worst time and i don't think i've ever seen someone degrade me so much or make me feel this defective#but.. it's finally over. his mom called my mom and mine was like pls teach him some manners.. n since i couldn't and wouldn't text him back#and literally avoided whatsapp bc of him she ended it all for me and now it's hopefully done forever#anyway i saw jks gcf performance yday n him singing still with you put a genuine smile on my face.. ill stick to THAT boyfriend honestly lol#def gonna delete later#but ty for reading if u did <3
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hey
#so i've been dealing with some irl stuff recently#nothing too bad. it was just really frustrating and exhausting for me. and really putting a damper on my mood and my art#and i'm sorry if i've been acting a little weird or not saying too much or anything#or if i've been kinda inactive for the past few days#but i'll be okay!#i just wanted to let you guys know what's been kinda going on#i'm slowly working on something really sweet involving Hugo and Noa. so that's been making me feel better#i need something happy and soft between them lol#also! I've been playing The Quarry recently!#the writing is kinda stupid and almost all of the characters act like they don't have a brain. but that's what makes it so fun!#and i'm pretty sure the devs did that intentionally. to make it seem more like a campy monster flick#i'm really enjoying it so far! the werewolves are really cool!#also it's really funny to me how they just pop like balloons whenever they're transforming#i thought it was gonna be a slow transformation. but no. their skin just immediately explodes off#and then they somehow get it all back when they turn back into humans? idk how that works but it's pretty rad#also also! the thing with the tarot cards is really cool!#i missed a lot in the beginning because i didn't know what i was looking for#and the fortune teller lady in between chapters kept getting mad at me for not finding any#but i eventually started to get it! when the game decided to really put one in my face in chapter 3 lol#and the thing with the tarot cards representing the different characters in the game got me thinking about what card Noa would probably be#i think Seven of Swords would be right up her alley#because it's associated with deception. dishonesty. betrayal. and acting strategically#and it could also signify self-deception and confessions. which is all very true for her character#aaahh now i wanna make a tarot card design for her!#but that's an idea for another day#anyway sorry for sorta rambling a bit#i hope you all are doing okay
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twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao
#man fuck yall just support artists you enjoy#dont attack people who dont rb/rt your art (hell they might even have it scheduled) but also dont constantly demand ''content'' from people#ESPECIALLY without telling them that you appreciate the effort they put in to show you cool things they made for free#you should've been rt'ing/rb'ing from the START 😒 just show people you care!#im just waiting to scroll through post after post of ppl calling out ''entitled artists'' lmao#btw my opinion on the whole thing is painfully neutral if you couldnt tell#i dont think you should care that much about numbers and ppl take it wayyyyyy too far#throwback to that one guy who personally @ everyone who didnt reblog their art that was CRAZY. i would straight up report you KJFGHKG#i also understand and have personally experienced how much engagement can change your mood#a simple ''i love this!'' can make someone's day. it's not hard to understand why ppl like engagement#when they make post after post without so much as a little tag they dont care about sharing anymore#the fact that people call that ''entitlement'' is also crazy#i have a lot of drawings i havent posted or just left nonrebloggable bc it really doesnt make a difference lmao#the only ones i leave rebloggable are the ones that i Know will do well and get attention. like the little pig redraw#if it's cute or funny it gets positive attention. anything else is shit on here lmao#it's just not as fun to share. it either leads to no engagement or negative engagement#would rather have nothing than something rude so whatever#some ppl say it's always been like this but no it absolutely was not always like this#idk what exactly caused the change. probably a lot of factors#could even just be the fandoms i hang around in! but considering i've seen the same sentiment from a bunch of ppl i doubt it's that#the best solution to no engagement is to just make friends and have fun#but 90% of the internet is hostile and negative and rude for no fucking reason#when i unfollowed someone on my old public twitter and they @ me over it. damn i dont know why but NOW i know why 😭#this post has gone way off course im just ranting at this point. i havent talked in a while hi how have you guys been#work was a lot yesterday and today is too slow (im not at work im just going crazy in my house)#(and i cant leave my house bc there's construction blocking the road someone save me)#chat
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YEahahh posting all the art today I've done so far at once so yeah
BEHOLD !! Nexus
And also Hurley !!
Last but not least Vivienne !!
#these all look like different art styles to me#digital art#art#artwork#silly goofy mood#drawing#digital drawing#digital illustration#guys im so funny#reading#art digital#art dump#oc artwork#oc art#my ocs#ocs#oc#original character#character art#character design
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OMG you like moral orel?? who is your favorite character :]c *Blinking and fluttering my eyelashes beautifully*
i watched the whole thing in a few days, ended yesterday. My faves are nurse bendy and joe (together and as a unit), stephanie (individually and then as a unit with the reverend but i dont like him individually), + danielle, of course
#idk how to feel about it in general i know there was more planned but it got cancelled but it still ended too suddenly ykwim#i liked what we saw at the end with orel finding family elsewhere (before he grows up)#i like orel himself outside of the wacky edgy adult themes of it all as a Kid who is Good#when i was watching that last episode i got a bizarre kind of emotional bc when he first poses the Big Question i Knew#that the answer was that the only good thing abt his father was that he had a hand in making him#i get so sad with stories involving children like dis 😭#i feel like even if it was fully complete the show had more potential ykwim....i know the Tonal Shift makes the impact more...impactful#but i feel it cldve been handled differently or in different amounts. idk!#skunk mail#pawzcore#i also get its bc the eps are short but nature 1 and 2 didnt impact me the way it did others#like. idk. i knew beforehand it was the serious moment(s)/episode(s) but it wasnt presented in a way that#actually shifted My mood when watching it...clay's nonchalance from the eyes of me as a viewer#just comes off as humorous rather than serious ykwim? not that its funny but it doesnt feel high stakes at all#the whole thing didnt feel high stakes or serious unless u remove it from the context of the show youve been watching#for 2 seasons#its fucked up when you see it on paper but then in the show its different....if that makes sense
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Feels like I am the only one using good old 'XD' smiles!
The general emojis😅 are cool and all and 'lol's are fine too and japanese emoticons are freaking awesome even if a little complicated٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡ but nothing will replace the exact mood of TOT and >3< and XD and =D for me!
#not the mood indicators most of them suck i cant fucking remember them and people use them differently too#funny story in russian spaces we also use them but with our alphabet#on english XD makes sense cause it looks like laughing face#but on russian ХД doesn't exactly look like that but we use it anyway cause we know the meaning#so I often used the quieter version хд#and translated it into english#which now doesnt make sense since xd doesnt look like a laughing face#but it is to me xD#i probably confuse people when using those xD
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spent last night / a lot of today reading a few hs.r theories and tbh there's like two that has an effect on my characters / their portrayal that i wanna mention below incase it adds more to any future / existing dynamics !
a.) the ten stonehearts sapphire is, infact, guinaifens brother. my personal hc is that she has no clue but he values order above all else following what happened to their planet. still, he does keep an eye on her streams and competitions! ( has definitely been late to a meeting or two because of them too ... )
b.) luoch.a is an enamator of the abundance, but a pathstrider of the hunt. i will expand on this further but it probs means he holds the blessing of a long life species, even though he isn't particularly interested as such.
#❛ ♡ › jupiter : 𝐨𝐨𝐜.#theres a lot more i wanna apply to lu.ocha bc there are so many good theories but lowkey. need to explore things before i just give it all#( also i think theres a hc i need to write in between it )#the differences between these two are so funny.#the past and the future. guinaif.en protected by someone she doesnt even know#( i would write sapphire if i could handle canon absolutely obliterating everything i make up for him... )#and luo.cha hates it. hates it so much he did NOT want this ... hes trying his best everyone. his interactions with all the HCQ were#inevitable. he cant meet a general without them disliking him for some reason. but it is as was said. only an enamator would have been able#to do what he did ...#anyway good EVENING if i said i am in the mood to write super long stuff. what would u say.#i will probably finish my carrd for my other blog bc i found a new template today so#:pray: wish me luck#all is returning somewhat to normal <3
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#meet my da ocs#meet my ocs#oc: cersiris surana#grapecase plays dao#she was originally planned as albino but i guess i didnt download the correct skin color mods or something is wrong with the preset bc she#came off grey af#which felt offensive to me#it is weird how she lowkey looks like my cousin roflmao#i also originally picked the 'violent' voice for her bc it was cree summers [and i liked having her va black bc cers is black] but it kept#glitching#the plans of mice and men aft agley /sighs#anyway meet zevran's possible spouse#it's funny i og had wanted to have her hair brown and skin pale [opposite him] but the ashiness#i thought it would be nice aesthetically#the lighting ig is so effing weird#i didnt notice it much with haldi bc haldi's skin was not only dark brown but the skin tinting mod worked with her modded preset#everything was smooth and even with her skin#and she came off consistent#cers looks like fifty shades each different depending where she is#it's weird lol#[and i dont mean in the sense like oh lights and shadows i mean like her skin is a mood ring except not]#anyway
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i still am baffled that my sibling pretends to like me like im pretty sure its bc im just another person they can get secondary validation and entertainment from but sometimes they say things that reveal just how much they dont view me as a person and im like why do ? you even bother playing the friend
#im sorta stuck with it bc theyre the only person i can talk to rn#but we only function in the capacity that they can rant at me about their problems and then we have a tenuous routine of watching-#- each others preferred shows so they dont just bombard me with things and they bregrudgingly enjoy my shows#before we got stricter about it theyd constantly lie and skip around or demand i watch more because of slights#and then insist the only reason i may not enjoy things is bc im in a bad mood (bc ive been lied to and talked over)#they once berated me for ten minutes before dragging me out of a chair to the other room to watch some music video i didnt understand#timposting again#W ; Vent Post#and the funny part is! theyve been in therapy for years now!!!#and the only thing thats changed? they started saying sorry now and yhen about different things and dont smack me as much
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Just applied for a summer childcare position (like for a camp type thing) that pays 20–28 dollars an hour based on qualifications (I should be towards the end of that scale because I work in a school; and the only requirement the job lists is to be 16 and have experience with children). So hopefully they’ll consider me. That would be wonderful.
#I hate applying for jobs so much. Everyone uses a different website that makes you sign up for newsletters that clog your email#that you have to manually unsubscribe to#But yeah that’s way more than I get paid as a para lol#which is kind of sad because being a para or teacher is a lot more strenuous and complex than supervising kids during structured play#Because usually the kids enjoy stuff like rock climbing and swimming#so you don’t have to guide them through ten different layers of mental gymnastics to complete their work#or sometimes physically keep them from leaving the learning area after every problem they complete#(of course I do the last thing very gently; and I don’t like having to carry kids from under tables back to their seats#but they’re not going to learn anything if they stay underneath tables all day long… that kind of defeats the purpose of being in school.#I give a lot of verbal warnings before too. Some kids just refuse to learn all the time regardless of their mood because it’s funny to them#Anyway: Kids should not be playing video games past bedtime on a fucking Oculus Rift#Like seriously the tech withdrawal in some of these babies is palpable#Horrifying#Anyway this summer job will be a breeze if I get it#Hopefully no one will be begging me for chromebooks during rock climbing#(I know it sounds like I’m irritated with the kids; and I am. But it’s more irritation with their parents letting them become addicted#to iPads for the sake of convenience; and also frustration directed at capitalism that makes the parents so tired#that they let the iPad babysit their kids so they can rest. It’s the whole system man. It’s fucked.)
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Thinks abt comic Siffrin. This could be a playground I think. If I felt like it. If I so chose.
#rat rambles#stars posting#I do also just enjoy the concept of other siffrins that existed before loop as well#either just the one extra or potentially even more if you wanna get funky with it#Im leaning more towards the one option but the many option is more funny#idk I just think it'd be a bit fucked up if there was another siffrin who made a desperate wish and just got completely whiped for it#bonus points if that sifs version of things was quite drastically different than loop and current sifs versions were#like a whole different party than the other two#thatd be fun#I do enjoy myself some timeline fuckery that leads to disturbing implications and several layers of tragedy#I already have three stories with that as a major element so it was only a matter of time before I look at isat through the same lense#the lace loop meetup would go crazy (theyd probably hate eachother)#speaking of lace I dont think Ive actually been like. posting abt her story huh.#well just know that Ive been working on that story a lot along with a billion other projects that have been keeping me busy#isat is actually the reason Ive been working on lace's story again since the two have a decently large amount in common#still very different stories like fundimentally but timeloop that takes place near the end of an rpg esc adventure is present in both#although the timeloop that lace is in is no longer the main focus of the entire story#well it hasnt been in a long time but Ive been actually fleshing out what the story is actually act more recently#and I keep going back to isat to get back into a creative mood anytime I feel like Im stagnating too much#which brings us back to the actual point of this post. yay.#anyways I need to go to bed even if Im half tempted to try to write smth with my current 3rd sif idea
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