#also i forgot how nice doodling on paper is

[captainshadowshifter]

Lil au sketchy bc gotta relearn how to art properly

[icequeenliafics]

Jayvik Highschool AU - Part2

Context: Vi and Jayce plan a surprise bd party for Cait and flop HARD. The whole gang helps. JAYVIK! Chaos!

Jayce parked his car in the open garage of Viktor's house. He pushed the horn twice to let his friend know he had arrived, before killing the engine.

He pushed open the door of his car with a giddy smile on his lips, that tingly sensation buzzing in his stomach again. He was about to see Viktor and his body knew it.

Jayce didn't bother to shut the door when he climbed out of the car, instead walking to the little side-door, connecting the garage to the kitchen.

"I'm here!", he called as he stepped inside.

"So, I figured", Viktor said, standing by the counter, back turned towards Jayce as he studied some papers. "Hello, Jayce."

Jayce's smile only grew as he walked towards his friend with quick steps.

Viktor didn't even flinch when Jayce wrapped his arms around him from behind, gently resting his chin on his shoulder. He made sure to only rest the weight of his head onto Viktor, the rest of his body was carried by Jayce's own legs to not strain his friend's bad leg.

"You're studying?"

"Always", Viktor said, placing one hand on Jayce's arm, leaning into him like it was second nature. "Finals."

He sounded concentrated, his eyes skimming the notes from their last math class.

"You know you're allowed to take a break now and then", Jayce said, also skimming Viktor's notes now.

"Not if I want to score highest in class." Vik turned the paper, revealing his scribbly equations.

Jayce smiled when he found little drawings scattered all over the page. Viktor always let him doodle on his notes when Jayce got bored in class.

"Think you're done soon?", Jayce asked, finger absentmindedly tracing the back of Viktor's hand.

"Two minutes", Vik muttered, not looking up once.

Jayce sighed in defeat. "'Kay", he muttered, settling more comfortably against Vik's shoulder. "Wake me."

"M-hm.

Jayce huffed out a smile and closed his eyes.

This was nice; standing in the warmth of the kitchen with Viktor settled against his chest, a comfortable weight against him.

Jayce could hear Viktor breathing, the rhythm soft and even, and smelling faintly of honey.

Vik was muttering under his breath, repeating the equations on the paper and explaining to himself how he came to the right solutions. Explaining your calculation method was necessary in a test, in order to avoid point deduction.

Jayce felt more than comfortable listening to his friend's soft voice, his stomach filled with raging butterflies. He kinda wished they could just stay here like this.

"I'm done", Viktor said, leaning further back against him. "Wake up now, you are quite heavy."

"Sorry", Jayce muttered, pulling away and settling against the counter to face Viktor. "Did I strain your leg?"

Viktor grabbed his cane, giving him the side eye.

Jayce smiled knowingly. "You're fine, I get it."

"Sharp observation", Viktor said, turning to leave the kitchen, one hand on his cane, the other holding his notes. "Follow me."

"Where?", Jayce asked, pushing off the counter.

"My room", Viktor answered.

"You forgot something?" Jayce paced his steps so they matched Viktor's.

"No, but you came here for the fireworks, did you not?"

"Mostly I came here for you", Jayce said before he could stop himself, ears burning up immediately. "But the fireworks too, sure."

Viktor looked at him with a soft frown, studying his face. Jayce could feel the blood shooting to his face. Why was he so flustered today?!

He quickly averted his eyes, fingers scratching at the back of his neck.

He heard Viktor's gentle chuckle next to him, like he was amused by his weird behavior. Jayce wished for the ground to swallow him up.

The door to Viktor's room stood open, revealing walls cluttered in formulas and all kinds of tinkerings hanging from the ceiling, some of them made by Viktor, but most of them gifts from his parents.

When they were kids, Jayce loved to visit Viktor's home, because it meant they could play with his cool toys. The perks of having toymaker parents.

"They are under the bed", Viktor said, lifting the throw blanket with his cane, revealing the space under the bed stuffed to the brim with firework batteries.

Jayce's eyes grew big. "You slept on those?"

Viktor frowned. "Yes."

"Why?", Jayce asked with an incredulous look on his face. "Why couldn't you just put them into the garage?"

Viktor let the blanket fall down in order to stand more comfortably.

“Good idea”, he mused. “I could have just put the illegal fireworks into the garage, where my parents could have a good, long look at them.”

Jayce blinked. “But wouldn't your mom have seen them anyways? I mean, she was supposed to drive you today.”

Viktor pointed his cane at one corner of the room. “Open the wardrobe”, he said with a smirk.

Jayce frowned, doing as he was told. “What am I supposed to see?”, he asked when all he found inside were ironed shirts and sweaters.

“Behind the clothes”, Viktor said.

So, Jace brushed them aside, finding hidden away behind them almost a dozen rolls of wrapping paper.

He heard the familiar creak of Viktor's bed behind him as his friend sat down with a soft sigh.

“I originally planned to wrap up the batteries, so they would look like a present for Caitlyn”, Viktor explained.

Jayce turned around to look at him.

“What would you've told her if she asked what was inside?”

He didn't say it out loud, but a big present indicated a big price tag. Since Viktor's family wasn't too wealthy, it obviously would have raised questions.

Viktor shrugged, that attractive smirk still on his lips.

“That it was a present from you that you asked me to hide away, so Caitlyn would not find it at your place”, he said.

“That's … clever.”

Jayce's eyes wandered down to the throw blanket covering the fireworks. It made him nervous to know Viktor was sitting on them, but he restrained himself from making a fuss.

“And also kinda diabolical”, Jayce added. “Do you often lie to your parents?”

Viktor raised a brow at him and Jayce quickly lifted his hands. “Not judging, of course!”

Viktor let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “It does not do them any harm in this case, does it?”

Jayce's eyes wandered down to the blanket again, and he squirmed at the thought of half a dozen illegal firework batteries resting right beneath his best friend's butt.

“I guess not?” He was still staring at the blanket, switching from one foot to another.

“Just as it does not hurt them when I keep quiet about your occasional nightly visits through my window, right?”, Viktor asked, causing Jayce to look back up at him.

There was that smirk again, the slight quirk of his brow. Jayce felt his ears burn up, his body tingling with heat.

“Right”, he rasped, quickly averting his eyes.

And then, because he really wanted to change the subject and it was the only other thing he could think of: “Could you please not sit there? You’re freaking me out.”

Viktor frowned. “I should not sit on my own bed because it freaks you out?”

“Fireworks”, Jayce added quickly. “The illegal batteries under your bed?”

Viktor looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language.

“What, are you afraid my butt could light them up?”

Jayce refrained from answering that Viktor indeed had a really hot behind, but he managed to do so barely, his brain firing neurons too quickly to keep up.

“Please?”, he asked instead.

Viktor still didn't seem too worried about the potential explosions beneath him, but with a roll of his eyes and a soft sigh, he heaved himself up onto his cane.

“There, happy?”

“Very”, Jayce said with a grin that hopefully didn't look as nervous as he felt.

He forced himself to get past himself, walking towards his friend.

“Now move, so I can put these into the - what are you doing?”

Jayce's confused frown turned into a blush very quickly when Viktor lifted a hand to his face.

“Hold still”, Vik said unnecessarily.

Jayce was frozen on the spot.

He felt heat shoot into his cheeks at the gentle touch of Viktor's fingers against his brow, pressing down ever so softly as if to wipe something away.

When he pulled back, he kept standing right there in front of Jayce - When had he come this close? - inspecting the purple smudge on the tip of his finger.

“What is it?”, Viktor asked, looking up at Jayce with his beautiful amber eyes.

Air. What was air?

“Cake frosting”, he rasped, his lungs denying him.

His heart - oh god, his heart! Jayce could feel it pounding against his ribcage. Could Viktor hear it too? Oh no, could he?

If yes, he didn't show it, simply looking back down at the frosting and then -

Jayce's mind blanked for the fracture of a second.

Why? Because he was a teenage boy and as such he was only so strong, okay?

He watched in slow motion as Viktor lifted his finger to his mouth, lips wrapping around its tip, cheeks hollowing out the slightest bit as he sucked off the frosting.

Jayce's ears were buzzing as his heart picked up its rhythm again, pumping blood through his system.

Somewhere in the back of his brain Jayce had the decency to feel ashamed. That still didn't keep him from staring when the tip of Viktor's tongue darted out to chase the taste off his lips.

“Blueberry?”

Viktor looked up at him and Jayce's brain came back online.

“Huh?”

“The cake”, Viktor said, one corner of his mouth wandering up. “Is it blueberry?”

Jayce swallowed, still very captured by his best friend's lips.

“M-hm.” He tore his eyes away with quite some force. “Cupcakes, actually.”

His voice sounded way too thin. Jayce cleared his throat, his heart still beating up to his chin.

“Well, they are quite tasty”, Viktor said, and there was still that smirk. “Now the question is, how did they get onto your face?”

Jayce forced himself to look him in the eyes, those burning amber eyes.

“Accident”, he said, his voice more firm this time. “You’ll see what I mean.”

Viktor raised a brow.

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Part1

Another snippet of the Oneshot. Hope you had fun reading!✨

[nobody-nexus]

More Sinful Circus stuff!

I forgot to show Sun and Moon's designs, who in this are guards that make sure none of the prisoners like murder one another. They have admin powers, meaning in this both the sun and moon are stronger then Caine which is funny to me

Sun is very much rules are rules no matter how ridiculous they are. Her favorites are Gangle and Ragatha because they're the MOST likely to listen to her, whilst Jax literally never listens- so she's constantly pissed at him

Moon is the more 'good cop' of the two- willing to bend the rules a LITTLE but not by much. She has a crush on Caine because she adores his crazy demeanor and creative personality, but hates Pomni due to how dangerous she can be- especially around others

Also here's the sexualities, genders, and ships (+ a brotp) within this AU! (Keep in mind the sexualities, genders, and ships are NOT CANON to the official material ^^)

Surprise surprise, the first one is Ragapom. THEY ARE MY COMFORT SHIP. Pomni is a transfem lesbian whilst Ragatha is just a bisexual mess. Their ship dynamic is very simple: Easy to fluster x calm mommy gf. Ft: Masochism! Ragatha's kind of in denial of finding Pomni's murderous side hot buuuut she does find it hot. Especially when she growls

Next is Jax x Zooble, which I call Bad Rabbit. Like NO ONE in the prison expected this. They just one day became a thing and told NO ONE ELSE about it. They're partners in crime who smoke weed and take ibuprofen together honestly. Like they insult one another a lot, but it's their form of love... Also they support each other's chaotic adventures and behavior

Caine x Moon- one of the two only straight people in the circus fell in love with authority. I'd like to think that Moon's like the ONLY one that can calm down Caine's madness by a little bit- and Sun HATES that they love one another. The coders do nothing about it cause they don't care, but Sun VERY MUCH CARES (Caine isn't aware Sun doesn't approve)

GANGLE AND KINGER ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOR. We love two atutistic people just existing with one another. Gangle will keep Kinger company in his 'kingdom' while she doodles. Kinger 100% treats Gangle like a daughter, even giving her a princess like role- complete with a paper crown

Like I said in the first post- if you have any questions about the Sinful Circus AU- my inbox is nice and open! I'll happily continue making stuff involving this AU! I was thinking the next thing I discuss is a more in depth look on how Abstraction works and what the monsters in this AU do. Stay tuned for that ^^

[exoticalmonde]

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part VIII/

Starting off strong today with Dr. Kryo's growing potential in digital art. This is all of us on a dinner date, so left from the depressed looking Mlynar we have Dr. Lundi, Hoederer, Dr. Eve, Surtr, Dr. Kryo.

Per usual, Mlynar is considering the loss of Lundi's gargantuan ice cream. I'm never shutting up, and Surtr is probably baffled at how much food this bottomless pit called a Draco can fit.

Based on this:

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Even though this isn't a doodle per se, it's incredibly funny for us since Dr. Kryo is very popular for the snack drawer, Dr. Lundi has a chips drawer, Dr. Pinkie owns the fish buffet and I, your host, Dr. Eve have everything your Slavic grandmother has in that one snack cupboard in the living room/kitchen.

Here, have at theе,

WAIT, I have not shown you all the rooms that all of our Doctors decided to put together, have I???

Let's take you on a little tour, my darling readers.

We can start off with Dr. Kryo's Office

Dr. Kryo, you're still here? Hard-working I see. Do you have anything to add about your choice of decor? I'm going to go to Lundi's ship after this.

Dr. Kryo: "My office? Well first off the interior design is Siracusa based cuz ya know, love the style they got goin' on there. Starting from my desk I suppose, nothin' too crazy about, just any old office desk, same with the chair. That cabinet and notice board I had from how this place previously looked at one point and thought them too handy to get rid of so I decided to keep 'em there."

"That sign with the mountains was a gift and I didn't really have anywhere to put it so here it lies in my office. The armchair, couch and side table were recommendations for the interior design and I rocked with it so here it is. So was the coffee table in the middle. That skull ornament was also a gift to me and hell, it looked really cool so I needed to have it in here."

"Now that fridge and cabinet? Those are possibly the most important things in this room. Those are the refreshments that keep me and some of my operators going when needed. Those 2 will never leave this room. Especially the fridge or else a certain redhead will get mad at me."

And the Bedroom with all the comforts one can desire, I see.

Dr. Kryo: "My room...

Now, in here is actually rather simple compared to my office. To be honest, the most grandiose thing about this room is the view you get, but other than that it's your sorta standard room. Normal bed, couch, nightstand, coffee table, TV. I forgot where I got that cabinet from but it's there. Those 2 baskets have snacks in them. Judging how I sang the fridge and cabinet's praises in my office, you know the importance of these."

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Now, we're going to Dr. Lundi's Office.

Don't uh-- Don't be intimidated by the operators you see in there, okay? I know they're all sad, frowning middle-aged men, but it's okay, hold my hand. They're pretty nice fellows. And Sesa.

Oh, Dr. Lundi, I was just showing people your Office. Would you like to tell us a little bit more about it?

Dr. Lundi: "We pretend that's Mlynars messenger bag for when he goes out wandering obscurely. Shelf of Dr Lundi's favourite music albums. She cares for them deeply. The fridge is full of energy drinks and Mountain Dew. There is a corner dedicated to building guns. Sesa is usually found here. Dr. Lundi does NOT care if what he is doing is technically illegal. In fact, she encourages it, as a Sankta." (He likes to build guns and is canonically trying to make them shoot more than once, which is currently not possible for non-Sanktas to do with patron firearms. It is elaborated in his module if you're curious.) "Gun collection. to the left. Dr Lundi has 1 main rifle and a back-up rifle. (AX50 main, VSS Vintorez backup, if you want names.) Box of ammunition under her office table as well as on every single available shelf. Haphazardly tapes papers onto the wall cause she always puts off getting a proper corkboard for the wall. Files scattered everywhere. Some are probably important. Mlynar has stopped trying to fix this behaviour. Little ottoman with a blanket for long nights. Posters for decor rather than pictures. I know the guitar is… a guitar... But please pretend it's a bass, picked up in Siesta at some point. It was a great pain to bring home safely. Plants that require the BARE minimum of care. She asked Flamebringer for assistance when choosing."

What about your bedroom?

Dr. Lundi: "Bedroom???????????"

Dr. Lundi: "Bar. Cause that's what she does. Mlynar hates it as a non-drinker. She makes alcohol-free stuff for him, of course. Posters, banners and plaques. Reminds her of Laterano."

"Her bed is a bunk, because of space distribution. She sleeps on the top bunk so Mlynar can use the laptop placed on it whenever he has to work." (There is a laptop on this bunkbed, I promise.)

"Every morning (or rather, when she wakes up, which could be at any time), she plays the shooty arcade game, which Executor obviously helped install, as the walking supercomputer and tech-wiz.

Ah, how refreshing to be in the company of such different people. I love looking at places where people live because you get to see how they live. You can see the Siracusa-inspired vibe and the Laterano-born desire to always have Emperor somewhere.

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We haven't spoken about this yet, but Dr. Pinkie's RI 00 is, after all, the first to ever be built. Naturally, they'd have all the necessary parts to make the most of it, so I think just showing all of it in one post won't be enough.

For now, I'll feature all of our pride and joy - the bunny room.

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Last, but not least, we have my room...

I'll be honest I don't know if it's as cool as other people's but I really like it as my own. A quiet little corner do to paperwork in and probably nap for 4 hours every day.

I got the bookshelves installed in the wall to make space for everything else and then filled it with all my Yan slash and Ursus historical romance novels. Kal'tsit doesn't approve, I'll tell you that. When we went shopping for curtains Hoederer said these looked familiar, so we went along with his instinct. The sunsets are always so beautiful to watch from here.

I love this chair because Operator Lumen recommended it. He's always on my back for having a weird posture and I sit for way too long, so this was bought with me (him) in mind. The couch and coffee table are free to use. Many of the children come crash at the office after school, so I keep some blankets around for them.

Istina, Robin, Absinthe, and even Odda started showing up recently. I know many of them aren't kids in the literal sense, but at some point, we all start missing sleeping after lunch.

The wall decoration? Some Operators have a condition caused by Originium that has us shed our horns every couple of years. It's been only with Elafia. Those there are my first shed after I woke up. I'm sorry if it's a little strange.

Nothing else to be noted... I like keeping some fresh lilies in the office, they kind of started happening after Hortus De Escapismo and I guess everybody went along with it. Courrier comes once in a while with letters from people and at one point it became such a mess! We had a Kjerag letter holder imported and installed.

My bedroom has a lot going on.

We sleep together with Hoederer here but he isn't at all surprised to see that there's a mix of Yan/Higashi and Laterano in here. I like the light and the view is spectacular early in the morning. I'm somehow very lucky to always have the sunrise in my bedroom and dusk in my office. Whether I get to see them is a different story, of course.

We also often work here too, Hoederer shows all sorts of historical texts and I bother him with the things I'm writing in exchange. I've got a book nook and our bed was a small expensive indulgence of mine.

I'm made fun of a lot for it.

After Ebenholz and Lessing came back from Leithanien together, he asked me to keep Kreide's cello safe, so I do. I can't play it, but we make sure there's never a speck of dust on that case.

Chongyue has expressed concern about how many mementoes of people I keep, but instead of thinking of my own bedroom as a graveyard of my affection, I like to see it as budding hope. These purple flowers, the cello, and the Sami books, all survived. Somebody might want them in the future, I have no problem of parting with them if it's for the aid of others.

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IN BETTER NEWS, WE'RE BACK WITH THE DOODLES

We always have all sorts of inspiration shooting left and right, it's up to the mood whether they come to fruition. Like how this did...

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I actually just randomly prompted this, because I wanted Boothill and Mlynar to interact. You know, the horse and the cowboy...

I saw it in a vision.

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BEST OF ALL TODAY!!!

We are all getting chibis!!!

You'd finally get to see what the Doctors look like in HD. Words I will immediately follow with this picture of the concept.

I think it's very important to see the development in it since we all sat there for HOURS watching Lundi's stream as she turned a white space into the personification of what we all have always wanted to be:

An actual team.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I look up and see miracles happening on screen too.

As a refresher (or for anybody who just doesn't know) so far this team of rats consists of an Aegir - Pinkie; A Sankta - Lundi; A Draco - Kryo; and a Chimera (Pantheon) - Eve.

So very soon after, it was all coming so well together. We couldn't possibly wait to have it finished.

We immediately had to make memes.

Which you will see in the next post because we somehow already reached the 30-image limit on the website. STAY TUNED! <3

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 52/52: She's not waiting anymore...

AHAHAHA! AHHH! AHH! I AM SO DELIGHTED WITH THIS ONE!

(this is such a long text dump omg I am SO SORRY)

It was ORIGINALLY just going to be panel 4! My idea was "Jacqueline enjoying an end of year/christmas snowfall" but then. My brain went, omg, she's waiting at the window, THE WINDOW Dani. What if. What if we did a comparison. From when she was little and waiting and Jack didn't come to like, now, and Jack DOES come?? WHAT IF. WHAT IF WE ADDED LIKE, A BIT WHERE THE PARENTS BRING HER SLEEPING BUTT TO BED. BC SHE FELL ASLEEP WAITING FOR HIM. BECAUSE HE NEVER CAME. AND THEN. JACK ARRIVING 1400 YEARS LATER. WHAT IF. DANI WHAT IF

And I went, "Dani! That's insane. Let's do it."

AND VOILA

You can see why it took me so insanely long, this thing was a JOURNEY lmaoooo I sketched it at work like, FIRST WEEK OF JANUARY, and then I spent the last week and a half to two weeks slowly inking it and colouring it! I'm insanely, INSANELY proud of this one. I love it so much. It's so delightful. I'm just. LOOK AT THIS FACE.

BLORBO SHAPED! SHE'S SO CUTE! WHO COULD HURT HER! SHE'S JUST SO HAPPY TO BE HANGING WITH HER BIG OLD BRO! :D

okokok. Let me take you on my wip journey, omg, okay (I had so much fun with this y'all don't even KNOWWWWW)

sketched them over two to three days? Once I got back into work and got paper again it was OVER for these hoes

was ENTHRALLED with Blaise in sketch two. I was like omg he looks so good. so HOT. I did that. NICE.

Man. He kinda looks cravat shaped.

SHOULD I CRAVAT AND COAT TAILS THIS MAN? Lemme ask the general populous

cravat won

he kinda deflated a bit in number 3?? idk how, but anyway

I am INSANELY proud of his hair (deffs have @lmelodie to thank for THAT lmao, mind the tag boo! They way you draw Blaise's hair delights me and I'm kinda glad I was able to sorta replicate it, ESPESH WITH THE COLOURS! Also, thank you for drawing my blorbos so FUCKING GOOD AND INSPIRING ME! OKAY THANKS FOR COMING TO MY DANI TALK 💕)

almost forgot to grey said hair in numero 3 lmaoooooo

how could he NOT have greys at this point given Jack's EVERYTHING

WINTER.

you guys. MY ASS forgot she was FROZEN so I drew her hair THAWED

Was having a whole crisis about how you can't make black hair black you need a lighter black/darker purple or blue or smth and I didn't have a suitable marker when I realize oh, oh SHIT this is POST DoD she is FROZEN. THAT HAIR SHOULD BE FROZEN!

rectified that in numero 3! :)

had a LOT of fun with the little details in Blinter's fits. You guys, the thin tip cheap metallic markers I got at Local Hobby Store were a GOOD DECISION

okay. bb jacquie. she's so cute, what the fuck

I am SO PROUD of how her little peets turned out. LOOK AT THOSE LINES! IT LOOKS REALISTICALLY LIKE THE BOTTOM OF A LIL FOOT TO MY CARTOONY STYLED DOODLES ASS!!!

she is so smol :( and so sad :( and so lonely :( she misses her big bro :( she is so little :( what the fuck is happening :(

THEN ONTO THE COMFORT PART OF THE HURT!

So let me tell you guys about that damn window okay. I...had a lot of fun with it

You can SEE the PROGRESSION LMAO

Note how I forgot the pillows but added a snowball fight and snowman

I may go back and add the snowball fight and snowman to panel 1 of the comfort part I love it so much

I got so into doodling the exterior deets that I completely forgot to add in the pillows and that's FINE because LOOK AT THAT OUTSIDE! IT'S LIVELY! IT'S GOT ACTIVITY! THERE IS WARMTH AND LIFE AND LOVE AGAIN! IT'S ABOUT THE HEALINGGGGGG

(I drafted this post last night at 1am. can you tell. I sure can)

(NO RAGRETS)

BUT YEAH IT WAS SO FUN DOING THE OUTSIDE and then I got to little Jack

WHOA NELLY.

That was hard to do! Things to work on: perspective. BUT! I did my best and I'm quite fond of paper jam Jack there

heehee

ANYWAY. JACQUELINE'S PANTS ARE NEXT ON MY LIST

I was trying to recreate the effect I did on the FIRST bb Jacqueline in this ol thang!

I'd used one of my metallic markers (thicc boy not the new ones I think) that sometimes has too much ink on it to drop a blob and then spread it to get the effect

but I couldn't fucking remember what I used to spread it. White pencil crayon? The blenders? Metallic white-thin tip? Brush tip?

This is bc I did that first Jacqueline LAST THURSDAY and the fourth Jacqueline THIS past Thursday or Wednesday, I believe

In the end I ended up grabbing the metallic blue pencil crayon and using that as the base, then whooshing over it with the white brush tip and THEN using the blender/v light blue watercolour marker.

(Cursed the powers that be that I didn't think of it sooner! lmao)

the pants are supposed to be the same ones from the fit she wore as a bb bc that's what she got stabbed in and B-Man fixed em up for her and they grew with her and SYMBOLISM or something

They were her favourite jammies and still are lol

her sweater is based on yet another Dani sweater! idk man. she steals my clothes, I buy clothes because of her, we are a functioning ecosystem

WE'RE SEPARATE PEOPLE I SWEAR

OKAY SO! I HAD A TREMENDOUS ACCIDENTAL FUCK UP IN THE SECOND TO LAST ONE THAT HAD ME LIKE :O FOR A SOLID 5-10 SECONDS BUT WAS ABLE TO FIX!

You can't even see it but I HAVE to share it it was wildin

I opened the purple to colour her sweater, it slipped out of my hands, and gave her a purple streak

I was like. :O!! marker still in my hand as I QUICK FAST CAUGHT IT

Went for the metallic white SO FAST and was able to COVER IT

But if you SQUINT, DESPITE ME UPPING THE CONTRAST AND SATURATION AS PER THE USUAL (my scanner always dulls the colours), I THINK YOU CAN F A I N T L Y SEE IT!

HANDS AND POSES HANDS AND POSES

Jacqueline is very dynamic and I'm happy for once it SHOWS. Her poses in the second half of this thing were so fun to do!

Her HANDSSSSSS

I used to be like FUCK HANDS but I feel u artists friends, they ARE fun to draw! Finally positioning them where I want always has me DELIGHTED

Her waving hand looks a little off but at least it looks like she's waving now! Originally when I sketched it it was giving tenth doctor and rose tyler touching the wall through dimensions vibes

but now it's giving "THERE'S THE BIG BOTHER, GET IN HERE ASSHOLE, YOUR COCOA IS GETTING COLD! LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE YEARLY LEGATE MEETING GOOD LADY ABOVE--"

And her hand holding the rim of her mostly empty mug in the final panel. It turned out SO GOOD

but see. I have this PROBLEM

When lining I don't think about what thing covers what thing. I'm not thinking in LAYERS

which is why you can SEE the window through the curtains or the cup through Jacqueline's hand and so on and so forth

I need to start thinking in layers

THINGS TO IMPROVE ON!!

anyway, it's getting late and I need SLEEP so I'll cut it here for now and review in the morning to see if I wanna add anything, which will just be popped in below this bullet point if I think of anything!

Which of course I DID lmao

I turned to Richard and was like WHAT IS THE FUNNIEST SOCK COLOUR JACK COULD WEAR

Richard said BRIGHT ORANGE LIKE HIS DAD'S FIT!

And I went HAHA YES WE LOVE TO SEE THE BLAISE-FLUENCE LET'S GOOO

I had like the perfect caption for this scrimble like. A week ago; I did NOT write it down.

I think?? What I put?? Is closest to it? I am pretty sure it had to do with no longer waiting

I also briefly thought the caption "how nice to no longer be alone" or "how nice to not be alone anymore" but that WASN'T it, as poetically nice as it sounds, it was DEFFS something to do with the ding dang waiting but I CAN'T REMEMBER! AH!

I also had no idea how to format these? but the side by side was my fave overall so I went for it :)

HOPEFULLY when you looked at it, you got it read in the right order!

And didn't go the usual comic order bc otherwise this may have been low key confusing 😅

okay right NOW I think that's about it! :)

Scrimbly Jacquelines have been SO FUN. I am so glad for this post and glad for all the cs art the amazing people I am so happy to call my friends have done! It's been so inspiring, and I'm in love with CS all over again and am so, so happy I STUCK TO THIS NEW YEARS RESOLUTION! It's been so, so, fun, and just, thank you artist friends for being so god damn inspirational 💕💕 I love and appreciate you all! I'm gonna keep making shitty little scrimbles and silly sketches, I just. I LOVE IT! I LOVE MARKERS AND SILLY CHARACTERS AND AHHH!

[goron-king-darunia]

Funguary #1 Mycena Subcyanocephala

Very casually dropping in an entry I did as a warm up. My brain is all fuzzy lately and I took a break from a bigger project for a week to take care of my sack of meat body IRL because my hormones are shit and I fell off the face of the earth for, like, a week, and then I couldn't get started on my larger project again. So I smashed my brain with a stick until art fell out so I could prove to myself that I still have art muscles. Coincidentally enough, I also pulverized the part of my brain that forgot how to draw humanoids until it remembered how to do that again. Percussive maintenance, if you will. (I am not actually injuring myself IRL, this is hyperbole, I promise.) So yeah, I'm probably going to be doing this super casually and probably outside of February since I have more IRL meatspace obligations that I am juggling. I may try to do one entry for each of the 4 themes to start or I may take it extra slow and do all of them at some point or other as warmups and do all the different mushrooms with their themes as I feel like it. Not officially back online yet, but I am browsing around Tumblr when I have time, so... Yeah! Cherub-inspired character to fit the theme of celestial for the mushroom Mycena Subcyanocephala. All the references I looked at showed this TINY mushroom with a singe fruiting body in the frame so I drew a cherubic sort of cyclops fairy/angel/cherub creature. Selected the mushroom because it was the first on the list so why not? The colors in the reference photos were nice enough so I figured why not? Might just draw the mushroom itself at some other time! Speedpaint here, so I can remember how I did it if I ever have to stop making art again for another 10 years. XD

I drew some concepts on notebook paper, and honestly the lips/lipstick I doodled out was a big main design element from the start, which is unfortunate because they're small in the grand scheme of the piece. The sort of digitigrade, faun-like legs were a whim, and I had my heart set on puffy pants to match that fat stem body on the mushroom, so I think a different pose might have been better because once the actual color and rendering goes down, you don't see much, if any, of the initial shape I set down. Maybe slightly more distinct colors between the skin and clothes too since that hand disappears into the pants a bit. But for something I smacked out in a couple hours, it's not bad. Especially for my first real attempt at drawing humanoids from imagination in a good, long while. (Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Airbrush, Gouache Blender, and Pencil Brush. 2 ish hours.)

[cepheusgalaxy]

So yea I found an old notebook that I used to write stories on a few years back and BOY after page like 8? it was all story notes. AALLLL story notes and a few chapters for story ideas. After the TWOTHT Purge™️ (lmao) I had forgot all of them but some are nice. I can pick a few points and apply to my current wips. The notebook had also a part FILLED with paper sheets with doodles, drawing pratice and character design (this was what, like 5-3 years ago? I still do that lmao so i was surprised to find them that way. I guess old habits die hard)

It's nice because it just makes me rlly happy of how much I've grown as an artist! My sketches back then were more stiff (im no gesture master but its so much more Fluid now) and awkward and cluttered and messy. I didn't know what I was doing! I still don't, mostly, but I've got better.

The notes and scribbles also had multiple notes and planning for TWOTHT which is so GREAT. Its so good to find notes and sources from the start of whatever I'm trying to reboot. For example I found:

A world map

Notes on the possible scientific names of the species ("homo ignis")

A political map with the territorries of the races drawn out

A design tryout for Zaire (the MC)

A character profile for Zaire

Notes for characters I didn't know existed

And bonuses:

Some kind of existencial crisis I was having back then (i remember that a bit, actually, but its all foggy so these registers are funny to find) with goals to myself

A book wishlist (threw it away since i managed to read them all--its nice knowing i managed doing that *high-fives my past self*)

MANY queer pride flags. More specifically, aegosexual and lesbian pride flags. And a bunch of silly phrases and lyric lines. I guess they were really special for me back then

Anyways, finding all of this brings me a lot of joy, and also a bunch of stuff I can use, creatively speaking! ^^

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

Day five I think it could very well have been one or five hundred for all I know of having run out of adhd meds and my parents are currently in another state so I’m just staring at my paper in school going how the FRICK am I supposed to do this and then realizing halfway through class that there are paragraphs in which the answers can be found and I did not in fact tune out of the lecture and I did not in fact have to try to answer the questions from memory (and fail and end up with a blank paper )but I’d just wasted like 20 minutes of class staring at my paper trying not to cry and we only had 8 minutes to do it but I finished it in time even though I’d spent most of it doodling Mikey on the back with the colored pencil I forgot to return also doing anything school related is horrible like why does that exist also I can’t stop thinking about things and Woahmigosh new bears in trees song when did that happen and keyboards make very nice sounds when they’re being tapped on omigosh that reminds me of a thing that makes me happy just like rottmnt makes me happy gosh I love rottmnt it’s currently past midnight but I can’t get off the bathroom floor and go to bed despite knowing I will hate myself and. Brain empty what was I saying?

[superdeluxeaverage]

2mrw my family is goin somewhere i kidna wish i could go I COULD but i shouldnt cause i rly gotta take tomorrow to just clean my room even just a lil like its so bad how messy my room is ...especially my closet ........ but i also wanna listen to my yt albums on full blast for funsies itd be so nice. wanna do that also wanna clean my famicom games with rubbing alcohol and q tips n also maaaaybe wanna go to staples or somewhere n buy pens and paper n stuff nooo not staples that other place that sells arts n crafts ands named like after some dude i forgot what its called.... i used to go there alot as a kid well i wanna MICHAELS is what it was called. anyways wanna buy pens and a notebook to doodle n draw in and wanna start drawing again but rly go at it for real this time

[spiderrmax]

main 4 + love languages

synopsis: what i think the main four boy's love languages would be (giving + recieving) author's note: the first time i posted this i forgot the tags lmao. second try is the charm! also this is my first time writing for these guys so sorry if things r kinda ooc!

Stan Marsh

Giving: quality time + words of affirmation

Stan appreciates any time he has with you, even if it is doing school work together. He never finds the silence to be awkward, and doesn’t feel it necessary to fill the air with chatter. Sometimes you guys just sit there, scrolling on your phones, occasionally showing the other something. Stan doesn’t care; your presence is enough.

Stan would rather verbally let you know how much you mean to him, even if he stutters and stumbles around his words. If you’re wearing a new outfit, he’ll compliment it while looking down, ears red and hot. However, he also leaves compliments and notes on paper as well. If you ever let him borrow your notes, he’ll write small “thank you” and doodle hearts in the margins. Despite the awkwardness, his words are sweet.

Receiving: quality time + physical affection

Again, Stan cherishes any moment he has with you. Knowing that you enjoy that time too, and actively want to hang out with him again makes him grin like a fool. 

Stan, despite being a bit of a wreck, really enjoys physical affection. He doesn’t initiate it often, but won’t stop if you hold his hand. He blushes hard if you ever give him a kiss before leaving, especially in front of his friends. (They definitely rip on him.) Any physical affection leaves Stan giddy.

Kyle Broflovski

Giving: gift giving + quality time

Kyle tends to see you a lot in material items, due to excessively remembering your interests. He’ll see a bouquet and think about how your favorite flower is in it, or anything in your favorite color makes him think of you. A lot of his allowance goes to buying those items; although, not everything is bought. He’s definitely picked up crafting, such as cards or bracelets, because he knows that home-made is even more appreciated.

Kyle also loves spending time with you! Unlike Stan, Kyle will plan out what you two are going to do. His mood gets down if something messes up his schedule, like rain or traffic; however, you always make it better. Kyle definitely googles date ideas. He might even have a pinterest board.

Receiving: words of affirmation + acts of services

Kyle can get insecure; sometimes the guy’s words get to him. He’s okay with taking his hat off around you, knowing you won’t say anything mean, but sometimes he can’t stomach it. So, he really appreciates any compliments you give him. Even if it’s something small like, “You’re looking nice today,” or calling him pretty. Yes, he knows it’s not a traditional masculine compliment, but something about you calling him it, so casual and natural makes him happy.

Kyle also likes knowing you think about him! He really appreciates anything you do for him. Anytime he’s sick and has to miss school, you always make sure your notes are neatly written so he can copy them. (He can tell based on all the erased words on your paper.) Whenever he’s had a bad day, you’ll bring him over his favorite snacks and a movie you rented. He loves knowing you think about him.

Eric Cartmen

Giving: acts of services + physical touch

Not gonna lie, figuring out what Eric’s love language was hard. However, his main one is acts of service. If he finds out someone is being mean to you, Eric will definitely get rid of the problem. He won’t even mention it either, but you know it’s him. He does a lot for you, and he doesn’t even realize. At lunch, he’ll grab extra napkins because he knows you forget too. He’ll send you answers to homework (definitely stolen) if you’re sick. If anyone brings this up, he just says it’s because he knows you’re incapable. 

Eric also enjoys physical touch. Out of the four, he’s definitely the jealous one and that goes hand-in-hand with PDA. He has to be touching you, whether by holding your hand, or having an arm around your waist. He doesn’t give a shit if the guys rip on him either, he definitely throws shade back about them being single. He’s even more clingy in closed-doors; he’ll whine if you sit too far on the couch. He really warms up to cuddling after doing it few times,

Receiving: gift giving + words of affirmation 

Buying things for Cartmen is the easiest way to get into Eric’s heart. You bought him a Terrance and Philip doll once and it sits on his shelf. One time Stan tried to grab it and Eric yelled at him. You’ll buy snacks for any movie dates you have, and he appreciates that you can remember his favorites.

Cartman loves praise. He thrives off your compliments. Even if it’s something simple, saying something he did was cool, he will think about it the rest of the day. If it’s a bigger compliment he will brag about it. “Kyle, [your name] called me pretty and awesome. Do you have a partner? I don’t think so.” Despite being deserved, a lot of the things Cartman hears about himself are negative. Your words are a nice change of pace.

Kenny Mccormick

Giving: physical affection + words of affirmation

Kenny loves physical attention, in public or not. He’ll hold your hand and if it gets too cold will put your intertwined hands in the pocket of his parka. He has no problem kissing you in public as long you are okay with it. He’s so handsy too; he will slip his hand down your back jean pocket. Everyone knows you too are dating because Kenny is stitched to your side.

Kenny also loves complimenting you. He will meet you at your house everyday to walk you to the bus stop and the first words he says to you is a compliment about your outfit. (Even if it’s a repeat.) If you do great on a test, Kenny is there calling you smart. Of course, Kenny’s compliments do get vulgar occasionally, complimenting your butt or any other physical asset. However, despite this, it is always heartfelt.

Receiving: physical affection + gift giving

As much as Kenny loves kissing you, he loves even more knowing you enjoy it as well. He only really blushes when you initiate it; one time you kissed him before he hung out with the boys and they could just see the impact you left despite the fact his red face was hidden in his parka. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles one time when he was upset and he fell even deeper in love with you. Having you excitedly run up and hug him after you haven’t seen him in a while is one of his favorite things.

Growing up poor, Kenny has learned to appreciate the smaller things. Seeing you spend money on him, and being excited to hand him whatever you bought makes him so happy. On your first Valentine’s day together, you bought him a bouquet; he had his mother press the flowers so he could keep them in his room. It doesn’t even have to be a massive thing. You showed him a cool rock you found, it had been in the shape of a heart, and it’s still in the drawer of all the stuff you got him.

[edensbuttercups]

A little help - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: you're an artist, and Eddie comes to you in hopes you can help him design and make a t-shirt for his Hellfire group, and of course you accept. (Set before the events of season 4)

A/N: To be fully honest, I had forgotten about this. I wrote this last July (I think?) in my phone's notes during a trip, and forgot about it until last night. I did have a part 2 in mind, potentially, but I just wanted to put this out there first, give some love to the good old Eddie ♡

As always, comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

Words: 2k

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You bolted upwards as the two hands crashed down in front of you, the loud sound startling not only you but everyone else that was sitting in your vicinity, earning a snicker from them when they noticed who had caused such commotion.

Eddie the freak Munson. 

Or, as you called him, Eddie.  You had been friends for years, you fitting in no clique in particular, him slowly building his own.  You got along with everyone, enough to be liked, but not enough to be considered their friend, and you enjoyed hanging out with the Hellfire club, sometimes with the cheer squad, depending on who was around and how nice they were, and other times the arty group. You loved art. Both drawing and painting, making it and looking at it, and they always were a reliable group to spend time with to get immersed in it.  “I need a favor from you.”

You looked up at him, still wide eyed from the shock. “Oh, excuse me, sweetheart, did you get scared?” he asked with a smirk, swinging his leg around the free chair and slumping down, head resting on his hands as he awaited an answer. “I could murder you, Munson.”  “But you would never.” “I wouldn’t, no. What can I do for you?” His smile widened as he moved back, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket. “So, you’re an artist.” “Big word.” “No, it isn’t. Now, I was thinking of making Hellfire t-shirts. I’ve gathered around a good group, and we meet often, and every other group has something, and t-shirts are easy enough to make, right?” “Kinda, yeah. As long as we have a t-shirt, all that’s needed is paint for textiles and an iron, and that’s good.” “And that’s where you come in.”  You cocked your eyebrow up at that, leaning closer yourself, curious to hear the rest.  “I need you to design them and, maybe, to make them? If it’s not a hassle.” He finished speaking and quickly added a I can help you as he glanced down, opening the paper up so he could show you his ideas. A skull with horns had been drawn quickly, as well as some dices and a sword. He had put some effort in this, but you could tell that he was good at drawing.  “This is my idea. It has to be rearranged but-“ “I’d love to help you with this. Thanks for thinking of me to help you out.”  It hadn’t occurred to you that someone might want your help for something artistic, but it made you feel so appreciated, and you couldn’t help but smile at his doodles.  You grabbed a pencil from you bag and a piece of paper, quickly sketching his skull, but changing it up slightly.  “Maybe if this is red, it would look cool? Or do you prefer all black and white?” “No, no, red… red sounds amazing.” “Great. And how about we also write the club name… here.”  You pointed to the top of the paper, leaving the centered skull in the middle and adding the writing above it, in two neat rows.  “Perfect.” You kept adding more and more, tweaking it and perfecting it until you were satisfied. You heard the bell ring and ignored it, opting to stay with him and draw, even when he protested and asked you to go ahead into class. He didn’t want you to fail after all.  He didn’t care too much about his grades, finally happy that he was building something were he belonged. It took him a while, but he now had something that was his, and he felt special.  You on the other hand were doing well enough that missing one or two lessons wouldn’t be a problem, especially considering that the last hours of the day were the few lessons you had already done all your assignments for, passing them with flying colors. Missing today would not be an issue. 

When the cafeteria crowded again after school, you both moved away to his special place in the woods, enjoying the quiet and finally sitting down in the open air, the chilly autumn air running through the trees around you.  “So I think this design would work, right?”  You pulled up the paper, showing him the final result.  “It looks… beautiful.” He wasn’t looking at the drawing, but at you. His eyes quickly fell to the paper after his words had left his mouth, leaving him fumbling. “I mean it’s… perfect. Great. I… I couldn’t have pictured anything better than this.” You laughed as he stood, shaking the awkwardness away like a dog would with water and stood proudly in front of the table, lowering his body in a bow. “How can I thank you, m’lady?” You groaned, laughing and you took a stand too, moving to grab his shoulders and pulling him up. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were soft, and you hated seeing him like this. Or better, you loved it, and that’s why you hated it. 

You furrowed your brows, thinking back to the first time you had met. 

He had just started the Hellfire Club and had gotten permission to decorate the drama room for it, so he went all out. He used an old throne from the room, and bought everything he needed for their first campaign. It took him many trips to bring everything he needed from point A to point B, and you crashed into him right in between those two points on his fourth trip back. A few dices slipped on the floor, as well as posters and some dark cloths, and you couldn’t help but mutter a quiet sorry before meeting his eyes. You had heard of him, the freak, but never understood why he had gained that nickname. He was extravagant, and loud, but he always stopped to help people if they needed it, and his smile was just so sweet, even when it dripped poison. 

Standing you picked up as much as you could before offering him a hand up, realizing that he was, after all, still on the floor. “I’m so sorry. I was going so fast and I didn’t notice you.” “Nothing new there. No one ever does.” he muttered, running his hands down his clothes, pretending to clear some dust off, just for theatrical effect. “I… I’m sorry. Here.” You opened his palm and placed the dices in it while you still clung to the cloths. “Which room are we bringing everything?” He looked at you with the widest eyes you had ever seen. You were willing to help him? To be seen with him? He had noticed you and he noticed how you sometimes hung with the cheerleaders, and you spending time with him seemed like the easiest way to ruin your small little group you fit in.  “So?” “You don’t have to help.” “But I want to.” He muttered an answer, trailing behind you as you entered the half decorated room and stopped in his tracks mere inches before crashing into you once more, noticing at the last moment that you had stopped.  “This looks great! Did you decorate?” “Yep.” “For what club?” “D&D.” “I think I’ve heard of it. Is it that… role game? With like, a person that decides where the story goes and stuff?” “A Dungeon Master, yeah.”  “Who’s the Dungeon Master then? You?” “Yep.” He wasn’t very talkative, was he? He seemed hesitant to let you in, and you knew it was probably because of his status among the other students. But you also happened to be stubborn, and you wouldn’t leave until you got a good sentence out of him or until he stated he wanted you to leave, whatever came first. “And are you taking new members?” “Like who? You?” He had slippered past you, throwing some things on the table before crashing on the throne, looking annoyed as he waited for your answer.  “Yes.” “I don’t think I want girls to join.” “Why, are you afraid, Munson?” You knew his name, and that surprised him. Why would you know his name? “I saw the way you are with your friends, whom I assume are part of the club, and it seems like you have fun. So I might be a girl and I might no barely anything about this game-“ “D&D” he corrected, rolling his eyes. “D&D.” You repeated, “but I’m willing to learn, and I think that should at least count enough for you to not treat me like you currently are.” His eyes went from you, to the ceiling, the the table and to you again. He didn’t trust you, not yet, but you had a point. “One game. Tomorrow night.” You smiled triumphantly, nodding your head as you turned, bowing quickly before leaving to get back to your after-school activities, although now your interest was mostly focused on something else.

You remember fidgeting for the whole day, waiting for the game, only to play it and feel defeated. You were new to it and had to get a hang of it, but you also were new to the group and struggles to fit with them. Eddie, even if hesitant, kept checking up on you silently, sending you quick looks and explaining everything as clearly as he could, knowing how overwhelming the game could be.  When everyone left you stayed behind with the excuse of tidying up, meeting Eddie’s stare while you shuffled behind the chair to pick up some items that had been scattered on the floor. “So?” He asked, getting his cocky front back. He moved so he was lying on the chair, his face upside down as he looked at you, but you could see how his eyes held a genuine curiosity. “I like it a lot, but…”  “It’s a lot.”  “Yeah. But… you guys also already have a group. It’s maybe harder to-“ “They’re good guys.” He defended, sitting up when you moved back to the table, sitting on it. “I know.” You both spent some time there. You talked, you fixed the room, you left. He gave you a lift home and told you that if you ever felt like it, the club was open for you too. He was surprised the next day when you waltzed over at their table, saying a quick hello to everyone before heading to class. The image was comical, a bunch of them just looking at you wide eyed while he stood composed, yet just as confused as them. And from them on? From then on you were friends, and nothing would change that feeling in his chest when you were around. He felt proud of you, he guessed, or maybe of simply having you  near him, being kind and funny and there.  Yeah, definitely proud. 

“If knowing how to thank you takes so much thought, I can contact you in one to three business days, no stress!”  His voice pulled you back from your thoughts and from staring at his pretty, pretty face, your hands still clinging to his shoulders. You officially wanted to disappear. “I-… sorry. I zoned out.” “I saw that, sweetheart.” He smiled so kindly and warmly at you, and you asked yourself, for the millionth time, how anyone could call him a freak. How they could judge him so easily when he was the softest person that you knew. “Need a lift home? I’ll buy some t-shirts and maybe tomorrow we can start copying the design? Or, whenever your free clearly, it doesn’t have to be-“ “Tomorrow works fine. Thank you Eddie.” Maybe you had blurted out the confirmation too quickly, eager to spend more time with him, but it always felt so simple, so right.  “Thank me? Why me?” “For taking me in consideration for this. For spending time with me and” you moved your finger up, gently tapping your finger on his chest “for giving me an excuse to skip class.” He laughed, taking a bow in front of you. “Oh, any day, sweetheart.” 

[losermilk7]

Star Sanses x Gn! Reader

Word count: 1258 Might make a part 2 if people like this Ink belongs to Comyet Dream belongs to Joku Swap belongs to the AU community

Undertale + AUs Masterlist

You were currently waiting for Ink at the Doodle Sphere. You had promised him you would stop by and give him a visit sometime soon and now that you had some time on your hands you were going to drop in and spend some quality time together.  You just hoped he would show up in the next few hours since he didn't know you were visiting.

Your job in the multiverse was to make sure there wasn't too much destroying or creating at once, meaning you made sure the multiverse was in balance. You had been lucky that Error and Ink understood the concept of that. They didn't give you too much trouble when you had to intervene in their fighting, whether it was letting Error destroy a few AUs or stopping him from doing that.

You had sat down on the floor looking up at the seemingly endless papers floating above you. It always felt like an eternity waiting for Ink to come back from wherever he was. Sighing, you laid down and closed your eyes from the blinding yellow light and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Ink's POV:

I had finally finished talking with Dream and Blue and now it was time to head back to the Doodle Sphere! I couldn't wait for (Y/N) to visit me. I wanted to get back 'home' as fast as possible so that I could prepare everything for us for when they came by. Even if it was a day or a few weeks before they come I wanted to make sure we would have fun and if I didn't do it now I might forget.

"Bye guys!" I waved at my friends before taking out Broomie and making a puddle of liquid before jumping into it. 

Regaining my balance, I stretched and opened my eyes to see (Y/N) laying down on the ground with their eyes closed. I gasped 'Oh no! Are they injured? Did I get here too late?' I thought to myself before rushing over to them and dropping down to my knees next to them.

"(Y/N)?" I quietly called out and shook them carefully. They groaned and shifted. I let out a sigh of relief and shook them again. "(Y/N) wake up!"

"Huh? What is it Ink?" They batted my hands away and turned to glare at me while still laying down. "...Oh! Right, hello Ink! How long was I asleep for?" They asked. I felt a slight smile crawl up on my..lips? teeth corners??

"Hi (Y/N), welcome! I don't know how long you were sleeping for! I just got here. What are you doing here, anyway?" I asked them. 

They stared at me for a moment before responding. "I came to hang out. Is this a bad time? I can come back later if that's more convenient for you." They answered.

Second Person's POV:

"Really?! This is a great time! We're gonna have so much fun!" Ink exclaimed happily and stood back up. "What should we do?" He asked you in excitement. He really had been looking forward to spending more time with you. It's been such a long time since you and he had hung out properly.

You stood up with him, thinking about what you two should spend your time on. "Hmm...That's a good question. How about we just talk for a bit until we figure that out? How have you been Ink?" You asked.

You and Ink talked for a few minutes until you heard a portal opening and closing along with harsh whispers. You both look to the direction of the sound to see Dream and Blue. They were speed walking towards you two.

"INK! YOU FORGOT YOUR VIALS" Blue yells and runs up to your friend, Dream right behind him.

"OH! Thank you, Blue!" Ink takes the vials off Blue's hands.

"Who's your friend, Ink? I've never seen them before." Dream questions while looking at you while Ink was throwing the vials over his shoulders.

"This is (Y/N)! They're my friend and I guess you could also call them a co-worker." Ink explains gesturing towards you with his hands. 

You smile and wave at the two of them. "Hello, It's nice to meet you. Ink's told me a lot about you two, haha." You laugh out.

"IT'S WONDERFUL TO MEET YOU (Y/N)! CALL ME SWAP OR BLUE." He holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do. "INK HOW COME YOU'VE NEVER TOLD US ABOUT THEM?" Blue shifts his gaze onto your friend.

"I sorta forgot" Ink smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck.

Dream giggles at his explanations and turns to you "I'm Dream, It's nice to meet you as well (Y/N), I hope we can get along." He also shakes your hand (though less aggressively than Swap). 

Meanwhile, Ink was organizing his vials tuning out of your guys' conversation.

"Ink?" He heard (Y/N) ask. This got him to snap back into reality. Looking up, everyone was staring at him.

"Sorry, what? I wasn't listening." He admits.

"WE ASKED IF WE COULD HANG OUT WITH YOU TWO" Repeats Blue hopefully.

"If (Y/N)'s alright with it, then sure!" Ink responds and glances at you.

You agree to the request, and so the four of you start wondering what you should do. A few popular offers we're drawing as a group (bet you can guess who suggested this), going shopping, visiting a park and feeding the ducks in some AU, playing video games, baking, and truth or dare. You decided to start off with the video games since Ink could just paint a console and a TV into existence, which he did.

After all of you decided on a game, you played for what you would guess was hours since there wasn't really a way to tell time in the Doodle Sphere. All of you were having a blast playing together and finding new sides of each other being mad at the game because of their 'unbelievable losing streaks'. Dream had lost about 25 times now in total! He sighed and dropped his controller onto the couch Ink had painted at some point since the floor of the void wasn't all that comfortable. "This is hopelesssss!" He whined leaning onto Ink tiredly. Ink laughed and put his arm around Dream's shoulder, trapping him onto his side.

"There, there Dream." He comforted, then looked at you and Blue. "Let's do something else before Dream bursts into tears." He declared teasingly, earning a 'Hey!' from Dream.

"OF COURSE!" Swap stood up stretching his limbs. "WHAT DO WE DO NOW?" He asked. 

You put your hand on your chin and looked at the ground in thought. "Hmm...I should probably get going, we could hang out again soon though! It's been fun." 

"Already? But you just got here (Y/N)." Ink frowns and loosens his grip on Dream.

"Hey! I promise I'll drop by soon!" You promised him. "And if your friends are here, we can all hang out together again."

They all were pretty disappointed, you were fun to be around and it was a change to be with you as well instead of just the three of them.

"Alright (Y/N). You'd better come by soon again!" Ink threatened.

"YEAH (Y/N)!" Blue agreed and Dream nodded along with a hum.

They all bid their farewells to you as you left, hoping to see you soon again.

[puzzled-pegasus]

arrghh school here's my story abt adhd at school

First of all in 2nd grade I had a teacher named mrs wise who was. Not wise. In fact she was really dumb and also kind of an alcoholic but Anyways. She kind of hated me and didn't know what to do with me so she talked to my mom and my mom was like "here's what works" and then mrs wise proceeded to do completely Not That and I also got in trouble in her class a lot lol. My mom still rants about how ignorant she was.

the rest of elementary school was pretty good. Teachers either loved me or hated me, no in between. Forgot stuff all the time and my desk (you remember the ones with the pockets underneath where you put your notebooks?) was a nightmare always with 9603 different desecrated papers shoved inside. Got scolded for my handwriting bc it was horrible and still is. Was physically unable to write how my 3rd grade English teacher deemed "legibly." Was excellent at spelling tho and still am

Up until i was like 14 I was constantly reprimanded for not making the right facial expression when I was yelled at??? My parents did that too they called it my dead cow face lol. I remember one time a 4th or 5th grade math teacher was scolding me and I laughed nervously and she got mad.

The entirety of elementary school I remember being called annoying by other kids.

Also i stimmed really bad in elementary school and constantly chewed on pencils and played with glue and doodled on my papers and had an awful time focusing. Nothing was done about this except being told to stop chewing pencils bc it's not good for your teeth (which, fair, but give me something else to do then??)

Early on, my parents actually acted like it was a good thing that I was "smart." Now I hate when they call me smart because they usually only say that in an argument to make the point that I should be better.

Not a single complaint abt sixth grade except that I was forced to do band and I completely hated the teacher. Also I vocally stimmed a lot without realizing it which annoyed people and it hurt my feelings when they told me to shut up lol

Also got my diagnosis that year woo

7th grade is when I start to not be smart anymore

Deadlines. Fucking. Sucked. They were strict which I get but wow it really did a number on my grade. Parents disappointed.

more work

social studies teacher didn't believe in 504

math teacher was nice. She liked the doodles I did on my worksheets and one time she wrote "beautiful!" In pen with an arrow pointing to a little pegasus I had drawn in the margins :)

English teacher was awesome af love her

COVID

What even was 8th grade

Moved schools in the middle of high school which I kind of resent my parents for because I was then unable to make any sort of meaningful friends

really want to rant abt adhd ableism can anyone give me a related subtopic so I can go "dont even get me started!"

[gojology]

— gojo, megumi, yuuji | crushing on dense fem reader

the request :

pairing : gojo, megumi, and yuuji x dense fem! reader warnings : cursing, no proof reading wordcount : 1212 a/n : anon i cant believe u asked for hcs when im this bad at writing them ... girl r u good ?

GOJO SATORU  ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Now, Gojo is as straightforward as it gets with relationships. 

☆ When Gojo first realized he had a thing for you, he was all for it! I mean, what’s not to like about you? 

☆ He obviously forgot how dense you are. Any expression of love towards you was fruitless, it was like you didn’t give another thought. 

☆ He would wrap a hand around your waist, call you affectionate nicknames, show you off to a very disgusted  and uninterested Yuuji and Nobara. Rarely did Megumi join in, he was probably off doing his own thing.

☆ You just thought he was being friendly. 

☆ He finds your density kind of enduring, often finding himself studying you, just to make sure no one’s hurting you. 

☆ Gojo felt like some sort of guardian angel looking after you 24/7, but he doesn’t mind watching you.

☆ I feel like sometimes he just straight up says, “I like you.” you chalk it up as some sort of... twisted joke. And he’s getting frustrated at this point.

☆ When you’re off campus, off doing your own thing, he discusses with Shoko, asking her what his best chances are. 

☆ Gojo absolutely follows every advice Shoko gives him, even if it’s stupid, because honestly he hasn’t got any experience with a girl as dumb as you. He’s tried everything at this point!

☆ When you and Gojo are doing your own thing, alone, he leans in real close to you, and it takes everything in him to not kiss your lips. That’s what Shoko thinks might work, near physical contact was enough of a sign to say, “Hey! I like you.” 

☆ Shoko always says that you probably won’t realize any approach other then a direct one, and this was direct enough right?

☆ This piece of advice he particularly ignores, though. He doesn’t go all the way with the advice, he’s scared of ruining the friendship, no matter what Shoko says.

☆ He values you as a friend so deeply, you always seem to forget that he’s the most powerful, and he enjoys the normal relationship between the two of you.

☆ Gojo never, ever wants to lose that. He’d rather call you pumpkin then the rest of his life, while you obliviously stared back, then call you another friendship gone haywire. 

☆ So you two just look at each other, all silent. You’re obviously curious why he’s staring at you with a starving pair of eyes, but eventually he laughs it off and hands you his favorite candy that he always kept in his pocket. 

☆ He hands you your favorite flavor, because he always remembers it. 

☆ You walk away, chewing and rolling the candy around on your tongue, and he wishes he could taste how your mouth tastes afterward. 

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Poor Megumi over here, he’s basically a tsundere.

☆ Megumi hate’s confrontation, so he does EVERYTHING in his power so he doesn’t have to tell you directly.

☆ Nonetheless, he has a horribly bad crush on you. He also has trouble hiding it.

☆ Thing is, he doesn’t want to fuck up the friendship. After all, he was your “study partner”. 

☆ You’d often find yourself in his room, analyzing old Jujutsu writings for Gojo’s homework assignments. (Why the guy assigned homework, you have no idea.)

☆ Megumi was silent. He didn’t like speaking unless being spoken to. This changed with you. 

☆ While you’re writing or doodling in your journal, he sneaks glances at you. 

☆ Once in a while, he’ll realize you’re writing a word incorrectly.

☆ Instead of taking an eraser like any normal person does, Megumi insists that he would help you write out the words

☆ Holding your hand, he’d guide you, muttering the letters under his breath.

☆ He wishes he could hold your hand forever, it’s warm compared to his cold ones, and then his mind wanders.

☆ Wondering just how warm your cuddles get. 

☆ Blushing ferociously now, he looks down at the paper, and you look at him, confused as to why he stopped writing. 

☆ He’s incredibly stiff, he doesn’t wanna think about that while you’re right in front of him. You tap him a few times, and he jolts back to Earth. 

☆ You ask him what he was doing, but he doesn’t reply, instead stroking your hand’s skin and grumbling words you couldn’t understand. 

☆ You sit there, maybe he has anxiety, that’s why he’s stroking you like a therapy cat. 

☆ Megumi’s weighing out the positives and negatives of asking you out right this second, but his anxiety prevents him. He touches your skin subconsciously. 

☆ Negatives always seem to win though, he doesn’t wanna risk losing his friend. He turns back to look at your face once more, fluttering his long eyelashes, taking a deep breath in, and continuing the assignment. 

☆ “Next time” is all that echoes in the back of his mind.

☆ You just think it’s a bit weird, to be honest. Why does he look at you that way?

☆ You just think that he has his moments of too intensely thinking. 

ITADORI YUUJI ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆Like you, Yuuji’s also dense. ☆ Unlike you, he has the power and the courage of asking Gojo what these feelings were. ☆ “Yuuji-kun, have you ever felt love for someone special before?” ☆ “No, what’s that, Gojo-senpai?”  ☆ “That’s the feeling you get around (Y/N). You think she’s cute, I bet that.” ☆ That’s how the bastard found out he had a crush on you, through his equally as stupid teacher. ☆ This clearly spelled out disaster. ☆ Whenever you and Yuuji went out on missions, Yuuji would offer to cover for your role in the mission as well, claiming that you needed a break. ☆ “Why?” you’d ask ☆ “Because, I like you.” ☆ “Wow, Itadori-kun! You’re really nice!” you say, a smile on your lips, “Honestly though that’s a lot of work on your shoulders, I think I’ll-” ☆ He would stop you in his tracks, and kind of look at you. ☆ Yuuji thinks your work ethic is precious, and he deeply admires that. ☆ He also thinks your density is really cute, but he worries that he’s not masculine enough for you. ☆ This is why he tries to appear more, “macho” as he says it, around you ☆ But inside, he’s soft, and soft for you only. ☆ Despite his usual friendly and carefree personality, he would punt someone into the horizon if they looked at you different. He was overprotective that way. ☆ But you never truly got the hint, and he always was upset by this, in which Gojo would comfort him, and the cycle would restart. ☆ But here’s the problem: he doesn’t want to ruin the relationship. As much as he trusts Gojo, nothing was showing out of his obvious flirting, and eventually his confidence wore out. ☆ Sometimes he still tries talking to you in that flirty manner, but you just tilt your head and kinda go, “What?” ☆ Giving you a big, reassuring grin, he gives you a thumbs up. ☆ He sighs as he does so, telling you, “Nevermind.” and talks about something else. ☆ Deep down, he’s cursing himself out, he thinks it’s all his fault and not you just being stupid.

[jujutsubabe]

“This is so pathetic”

Synopsis: In which you and Megumi get really touch starved after not seeing each other for too long 😌

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: reposting this cause the last one got super blocked! It got no likes at all omg

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You laid in Megumi’s bed squinting up at a textbook you were supposed to be taking notes on. As you stared all the words blurred together the longer you went over them and Itadori’s mumbling as he read aloud made you lose focus.

You sighed before reaching over the bed to tap his head. “Itadori can you please read in your head.”

Nobora clicked her tongue from across the room, “You’re almost an adult and you still can’t read in your head!?”

“I can’t help it, it helps me focus better.” He whined.

“Well if you could, could you just,” you pinched your fingers, “quiet down a little more, I’d love that.”

“If you could read in your head I’d love that.” Nobora grinned.

As Itadori pouted you moved the text book up and down, trying to see if a change in movement would do you better. You squinted, glared, flipped pages, whatever, no matter what the words continued to jumble.

You dropped the book and looked over to Megumi, he sat at his desk effortlessly writing away. It looked as though he did this daily, skimming his eyes over the pages and flipping within seconds. He had filled notes piled all over his desk in messy, but organized stacks.

You turned your head to the few sheets of notes you took, with margins full of doodles. You had to write so much more information.

If only you, Nobora and Itadori hadn’t slacked off all day watching movies, you would be at the same level as him. Or better yet, finished!

You popped some candy Itadori bought into your mouth. You had all been studying for hours, you figured it could be time for a bit of movement.

You hopped over Itadori’s legs to the door, “I’m gonna get a drink from the vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Nobora shook her head, “I’m good, can you bring two sodas for me though?” She fluttered her eyelashes until you rolled your eyes and held your hand out. She squealed before placing some quarters in your palm. “You can keep the change!”

“Thanks.” With what she gave you, you’d have enough change leftover to throw one penny at someone's car. “Anyone else?”

Megumi stood from his chair while Itadori looked up from his game, “I'll go.” They said at once.

They turned to each other, Itadori’s face full of interest while Megumi’s was full of anything but that. You didn’t like being around people for a long period of time, but he really didn’t like it. Especially when they were in his space for this long.

He did tell them to “go somewhere” but like usual you all didn’t listen and procrastinated all day. Leaving a loud group of teens within Megumi’s quiet space was torture, you swore if you squinted you could see him twitching every time anyone talked.

You looked between the boys, Megumi probably needed an excuse to go outside. You hoped Itadori would somehow get that.

Itadori cocked his head, not reading the room. “Nice! It’ll be the three of us the—”

Before he could finish Megumi already slipped out and slid the door shut, leaving Itadori hanging with his mouth open. Nobora laughed at him.

———————

The two of you walked in silence, Megumi thinking and you in your own little world. The sounds of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement.

He wondered what you were thinking about as you hummed and blew on your hands. Your sweater didn’t have any pockets so you kept pulling your sleeves over them.

“Are you cold?” Megumi asked.

You nodded but continued to rub your hands together, “But we might get caught if we hold hands.”

The two of you were dating. Very secretly, only being romantic whenever you had definite private places to kiss and hold hands. If it was in public it would be you giving a quick peck to his cheek or his hand slipping into yours.

You two wanted it to be a quiet relationship, at least until your friends and teacher happened to catch you guys, which you were both very careful to avoid. He figured as soon as the group found out it would be full of so much chatter and teasing, something you both weren’t too interested in dealing with at the moment.

He flicked his eyes around the building then held his hand out, “No ones here.”

“Are you sure…? What if Gojo comes out of nowhere?” You checked your surroundings as you whispered.

The two of you silently listened for any rustling or footsteps of some kind. He continued to glance at you while your eyebrows pushed together, when you were focused on something he thought you had the sweetest expressions.

Even you looking frustrated made him feel soft, like today when you struggled with that book. It was cute and he couldn’t help but look at you every so often, whenever someone looked back at him he would turn and start writing something random down. He had a few piles of paper with random crap all over it… he really hoped Nobora or Itadori didn’t check his notes while he was gone.

He looked down at the hands by your sides, at this point he didn’t care if the relationship got exposed to everyone.

“Please.” He mumbled.

You pulled on your ears, leaning forward to hear him again. “Huh, what’d you say?”

He squirmed the longer you looked at him. “I didn’t say anything...” he looked away the closer you got to his face.

“You didn’t? I thought I heard you say something.” You backed down, teetering on your toes.

“I…” his tongue tied as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say. It felt like he was confessing to you all over again. He internally groaned as he lost courage to say the words that he felt were too embarrassing to share. “This is so pathetic…”

You grinned, “What are you trying to say? Is it that bad?”

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he circled his brain about how to say his thoughts. Get it together! You two are dating. This shouldn’t be that hard to express, why was he struggling so bad with this?

He glanced down at your hands, flickering his eyes between your face and them. You were shivering and he wanted to do something nice, and he also kind of didn’t see you all day. So he didn’t understand why it was so embarrassing to admit it.

You followed his gaze down before twisting your hand around. “Are you trying to ask if you can hold my hand?”

He frowned, it was even more embarrassing for you to catch onto him...

“So that’s what it was?” You pulled his hand away from his mouth, pulling it up to your lips. “That’s not bad, it’s cute.”

You gave a quick peck to his knuckles, making him let out a flustered noise he tried to eat up with a cough. His brows knitted together as he tried his best to look away, he must have felt overwhelmed or something, your hands were cold but so much warmth spread through his arm.

You two hadn’t held hands in so long, it was like that first sip of drinking cold water on a hot day. You were refreshing, well needed company after a long day.

He intertwined your hands correctly, fingers wrapped up in each other, held inbetween the center of you both.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

You grinned as you squeezed his hand, “I missed you too.”

He let out a sigh, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you two stared at each other. The crickets cooed and the wind wisped soundly against the grass, if you listened closer you could hear the whirring of cars on the main roads.

You turned your head closer to his, looking up to him as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes danced over every feature of his face as he looked down at you with his glossy, painted like eyes.

He leaned down, fluttering his pretty lashes shut as you pulled him in closer. Up until your lips touched, a light butterfly kiss that felt like a small cloud graced your face. You could feel him smiling the second your lips touched, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you in just a tad bit deeper.

Your lips were soft, pushing onto his with a gentle squish. He was a little too excited for this. But who could blame him? With the way you touched him it made him warm on the inside, you had him wrapped around your finger with every smooch.

You grazed his cheek with your hands pressing kisses all over his face. He felt himself go weak under your fingertips, every press of your lips against his face made his heart rise into his throat.

How did he get someone like you?

This felt right to him, pulling you away from friends for a night time kiss felt needed. You pulled away, tapping his cheeks while he blinked his eyes open.

His eyes glided over your features, the moon highlighting every lovely aspect of your face. He ran his thumb over your cheek, making space, about to give you one more kiss before he heard a gasp.

“Fushiguro you creep! What are you doing!?”

The two of you flipped around to see Nobora with Itadori trailing right behind her. Itadori’s face dropped open while Nobora’s face twisted into itself.

“Yeah Fushiguro, get it!” Itadori pumped his fist up and down.

You were blinking and taking in your surroundings, one second you were being romantic with your boyfriend, the next you were caught by your friends. You looked between the two wondering where they even came from.

“Why are you guys out here?”

“I didn’t tell you what sida to get and you two were taking a long time!” Nobora pinched your cheek until you apologized.

You rubbed the side of your face as you checked your pocket for change, you forgot she sent you out here. You were too caught up in this quiet boy’s eyes to realize people could have gotten suspicious if you didn’t hurry.

You sighed, nothing you could do now, Itadori was already embarrassing Megumi and you couldn’t help but giggle. As hectic as this situation was, at least now you two could show a tad more affection in public. Nothing more than holding hands, but this reaction from the two wasn’t bad.

You cocked your head, though sweet, this situation felt a little too calm… you looked around as you thought of something that was missing in this situation, like an almost full puzzle piece with one left to fill.

Itadori sighed, “I can’t believe Fushiguro started dating before us…”

“Right it’s not fair…” Nobora nodded solemnly.

Megumi scoffed as the two moped. Scolding them for ‘not minding their business’ as you laughed at them. It was so cute seeing your friends like this over your secret relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit happy your secret was released.

That was until you heard shuffling from around the corner. You all turned your heads until you heard a voice.

“Did I hear Megumi and dating in the same sentence?” Gojo slipped from the deep dark shadows below, a goofy smile wrapped around his cheeks.

Ah there it is, the missing piece.

[thinkingabouttimdrake]

introducing the great thinker -> me <-

Welcome to the Great Apartment

we are now flat m8s

pronouns: he/him (giggling and twirling my hair)

super cool with any terms to be referred as king, queen, idk hoodie, beez, mister landlord anythin really im cool and love

pseudos: Hoodie/Beez/Fern

mains: Yu Wo (author), Trevor Noah, Priest (author), Rood Chrishi & Kielnode Chrishi & Lanoste & Yujeria (characters from Black Haze the manhwa) and a bit of everyone else (just a dash, a pinch)

(colored means i think about them 24/7 :))

ask, spam notis, message, pop off. i like interactions (not very good at responding might be awkward sorry)

tags list:

#nsfw <- any post/rb that contains explicit implications via wordings, imagery, etc..

#hoodie’s ask <- send asks!!! me answer!!!! :D

#tenant <- for anonymous asks!! :]

#hoodie’s real <- hoodie irl related

#hoodie’s day ratings <- also irl related but im rating it >:)

#correct watcher entertainment quotes <- watcher entertainment hyperfixitation brrrr

batfam fic rec <- yall were right i shouldve got onto the bat train a long time ago dammit (includes: copious danny phantom and spiderman crossover)

#orv correct quotes <- omniscient reader’s viewpoint quotes yoooo

#vomit <- ??? idk ive just realized i talk about vomit way too much might as well as warn ya (i do include a warning tag, the #tw vomit)

#hoodie’s doodles <- it is what it iss

#hoodie reads

#hoodie travels

#thinkingaboutmusic <- where i think abkut music and mostly fangirl over wilbur soot, nf, imagine dragons, mitski & more

#hoodie’s definitions <- i define things for fun

#banish the baddies <- self care, for when you get not nice thoughts and maybe a little bit sad or a lot. i got some little things for you to do or maybe just a distraction. you can reply/rb to these and i will see them or maybe you can do the things in private if you want!!

#fic events things <- i join fic events

#live-fic-react <- haha so im an avid fic reader

#not sponsored but promo for cool shits <- i see good stuffs, i share good stuffs :D

#confession slash jay <- usually accompanied with #or is it cuz i make them when i am in silly goofy mood /lh /hj to all of em’

#correct mcyt quotes <- quotes that are from streams vids or idk any social medias and is canon/real - i will add the source

#fics recs <- uhhhh fics recs :D (me read, they’re good, me recs, they’re probably-definitely all tommyinnit-centric)

#gender <- when i am feeling gender :)

#ranble <- when i randomly ramble

#personal <- ehhhhhh it’s like when i’m bored imma say shit that’s well personal and nobody asked 😎

#hoodie’s art <- when i doodle on the paper and decided to bring it to show and tell

#hoodie’s achievements <- i’ve done things! hooray!! no matter what those things are (ie: felonies, awards, how lonely i am, aged,.etc..)

#hoodie’s lil siblings <- self explanatory

#hoodie’s mc skins <- i made mc skins!

so back on 23rd April my account was bleh

@thinkingaboutaus

@thinkingaboutirlstreams

o7, you’ll be missed

i literally don’t even know how all my blogs just got wiped off i didn’t even do anything

ps: if u recognize me pls tell i forgot all my moots urls ;-;

thanks m8’s

update:

im back babyyyyy

but im too lazy to re-login rn so….. actually….

idk imma just use two accounts from now (probably one on the computer and one on the fone) <- i in fact is still too lazy