#TINY HEEHOO SPOTTED!!!!!

[cynicalmusings]

WAAA I HAVEN'T INTERACTED IN SO LONG!!!

life just got so busy ;=; with exams, upcoming colleges i have to think about applying, my future – it's really held me back from breathing and interacting with what i like :( BUT I AM HERE TO INTERACT ONCE MORE!!! maybe i can finally draw again bwoah, it's been weeks since I've picked up that dusty ol tablet

anyways, that writer ask game heehoo o_o : 🌈 🍉 🤍

it’s good to see you again! hopefully things will calm down soon for you.

(don’t worry; i haven’t properly touched my genshin writing in ages, so you’re not the only one who’s let dust gather in some creative areas…)

now, onto the ask game:

🌈 - is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

cyno’s dark fairytale au is… pretty hard work. i love working on it, don’t get me wrong, but the elaborate writing style paired with actually having to follow a planned out storyline and make sure the plot is tight and makes sense etc. as opposed to winging funky little oneshots is quite difficult sometimes, considering i have the attention span of a hummingbird (do hummingbirds have short attention spans? they just came to mind for some reason.) i’ve also talked sometimes about how i pride myself on that 100 followers special fic, because it took time. i had to visualise the character designs and do some brief research on mask designs (primarily venetian masks), and it took me literal weeks to choose which waltz/ piece to assign to the characters that matched their personality and their scene best. then i also needed to write the whole thing up, and the level of detail in that is up there with my dark fairytale au. i’ll always be a tiny bit salty that it has below 100 notes whereas some random brainrots i slapped down on a whim get, like, five times as many, but hey, what can you do?

🍉 - in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

i use writing (and reading) a lot as a sort of escape mechanism. when i’m stressed or going through a tough mental spot, it really helps to lose myself in fiction and especially in fictional characters that i like, and not have to worry about real life for a bit. call me painfully self-indulgent, but sometimes i imagine how certain characters might comfort me if i came to them with my troubles, and it actually helps me wind down a bit. i realise it’s… slightly worrying that i’m literally coming to fictional characters in my own brain for comfort instead of real people, but, uh… it’s nice, so… good for me….?

🤍 - what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

oooh…. i don’t know, actually. i already sort of mentioned my 100 followers special, and i don’t want to repeat myself, so let me look through my masterlist quickly.

…funnily enough, this isn’t actually on my masterlist, but maybe that continuation of a the kazuha royalty au i originally got as an event request ages ago. i did a touch of worldbuilding here and there and it was pretty fun, and i remember being somewhat proud of the reader’s character development; something which maybe might not have been ‘gotten’, or at least registered that much, by the audience because of the reader meaning to be self-insertion-y instead of a full-fledged character, and i definitely leaned more heavily towards making them a character of their own for that. i don’t really regret it, though, because i enjoyed writing for them and treating them like a character rather than a blank slate— to be honest, i find writing a reader with a clear personality more satisfying than one without, even if it’s not really the point. basically, i’d rather be compelled by a character than see myself in their shoes 100%, even if it means sacrificing some of that self-insertion. to be honest, i could go into a full-fledged essay (ramble) about how i write reader inserts and why and some pet peeves i have with their characterisations (or lack thereof, in some cases), but i’ll spare you poor souls for now.

[lostcybertronian]

(Heehoo anon) I have returned and I would like Heehoo and y/n with prompt 3 owo

HeeHoo anon, I love u. This is not romantic but I tagged it as "heehoo x reader".

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Prompt 3: “Your pulse is weak.”

    It was that god-awful howling that drew you out, donning a heavy coat and gloves to ward off the crisp winter night and pocketing a knife for anything else. The howling rang off the towering pines and the bare-faced rock of the mountain as you picked your way across it, following the sound to its source.

    Too low-pitched and drawn out to be coyotes, and wolves didn’t live around here. You knew what you would find before you found it, but still you advanced with utmost caution; it was a dangerous creature even when uninjured.

    You found it not a mile from your house, lying in the underbrush. Immediately, the coppery scent of blood flooded your nostrils and you saw blood splattering the leaves and grass, shiny under the muted moonlight.

    HeeHoo went quiet and still when he spotted you, his eyes glittering, iris all but engulfed by the pupil. 

    “Hey, it’s okay.” You held up your hands, cautiously stepping closer. “You know me. I won’t hurt you.”

    A high whine escaped HeeHoo’s lips, but otherwise he didn’t move.

    Closer inspection revealed what you’d already suspected; a snare. There was a thin twine cutting deep into HeeHoo’s wrist, and the bloody gashes that’d resulted where he’d twisted and fought to get free.

    Fury boiled up within you, and you had to tamp down a long string of creative curses as you slowly pulled your knife from your pocket, holding it up so HeeHoo could see it before you crouched to cut the snare free, making sure to reassure him that you weren’t going to hurt him.

    Then, you stripped off your coat, draping it over him like a blanket. “I’m going to look at your wrist, okay? Stay calm. And still.”

    HeeHoo made a noise that you took as affirmation.

    The cuts were deep, and bleeding profusely; and a quick check of his pulse found it shallow and racing.

    “Your pulse is weak,” you told him, though he probably didn’t understand a word you said. “And you’ve lost blood. I need to take you back to my home so I can patch you up.”

    He didn’t respond when you touched him, easing him into a sitting position, then taking his uninjured arm and draping it over your shoulder so you could help him up. He swayed, nearly fell and took you down with him in the process. 

    But, eventually, you two made some progress, stumbling across the bare-faced rock toward the floating lights of home.

[everyothermouse]

Heehoo new story time! First new original story since forest ward back in March, wowee I've been obsessed with my old stories this year huh 😅

Info abt them under the cut 🏃

Premise: Two new employees of an art gallery discover the secrets of its sudden success over the past year, uncovering the story of a families death- and its rebirth, in the form of living paintings.

Characters -

Teal: The son of the deceased previous owner of the gallery. Seems well meaning, though eccentric.

Pink: The gallery's new social media manager. Peppy, curious, and creative.

Orange: The newest night gaurd of the museum. Struggles with chronic fatigue, but trudges along.

Red: A painting titled the little champion, who comes to life at night. Afraid of being forgotten.

Purple: An painting titled unfinished, who also comes to life at night. Treats the museum like her own playground, and pretends she doesn't wish she was a human.

Blue: primarily a painting new bowtie, although part of him also resides in The Murderer and wilting laurel. Rarely leaves his spot but to speak to his children, red and purple.

Storylines -

She's art: Pink discovers that purple is a living painting. Purple tries to trap Pink in a painting so she can't tell, but they end up taking a liking to eachother (🏳️‍🌈) and Pink gets to know the wonderful world of the living gallery :)

Not a word: The new night guard begins to vent his problems to a painting tucked away which particularly speaks to him (figuratively, not litterally.) The painting, Blue, doesn't feel along for the first time since he died, and tries to find ways to communicate advice to Orange through moving around the composition of other paintings, and share information his death through moving newspapers and files for Orange to find.

Tw murder, suicide, and death!

Last laugh: The story of the death of Red, told to his new friend Pink through way of adventure through the many paintings in the museum. Long story short the child who played baseball (the little champion), feeling treated like a freak by his mother (multiple paintings centered around the artists wife) and sister (unfinished) and ignored by his father, as a teenager attempts to finally leave some mark on the world by committing suicide by jumping in front of a train (wilting laurel.) And he found after his death that he didn't make a mark on the world, just on his father, who had made a single painting of him, finished an hour after Red had left the house without Blue's knowledge. Blue would kill himself out of the depression of losing his 3 family members a month later, erasing all that was left of Red in the world but the painting he was trapped in, a tiny spec on it too.

Toxic: The story of Purples death- A cruel teenage girl who often used making fun of others to make herself powerful in the one world she had control over. she was unfortunately murdered by a group of friends through poisoning on the night of her senior prom, and died alone in her room late at night after she went home sick. She woke up in this gallery, and has been here waiting for her friends since, hoping that maybe one day she'll see them again, and hear them say it wasn't them, and that they can save her from this painted hell she's trapped in.

When he died: Orange uncovers the interesting situations surrounding the death of Blue and his family. The gallery experienced a large boost in activity when his paintings were installed, despite the fact that the painter himself seemed to be someone no one had ever noticed. Strange symptoms were exhibited by people seeing them and yada yada probably haunted, the painting the murderer might have been made partially using the blood of the painters dead daughter which is *concerning*, Teal and Pink both get shady as hell when Orange brings it up, and something is definitely fucked up here but Orange still needs to look into more to figure out what

There's more ghings in this story since I started this post but those ones give you the basics of everyone but teal ^-^ might tell u his story later!

[evilflavoredsystem]

heehoo i set up a tiny little date spot in the forest behind my house in case i run into an enderman

[longitud-de-onda]

Heehoo, you give me Merida vibes. Not only because of the hair (which is gorgeous, you're so pretty<3), but also the personality traits. You seem strong willed but eager to please those that you care for. You're adventurous, but you also like things that are familiar to you. Please don't turn most of your family into bears <3 - The Painter p.s. if I'm wrong about it I blame my monkey brain, it's tiny. P.p.s. ily <3

really!?

i love that so much 🥺 my secret goal is to grow out my hair so it can look like hers

but man you’re spot on 😂 no tiny monkey brain, you’ve got a big galaxy brain ❤️❤️❤️