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yandere-society · 6 years ago

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can i request a yandere jimin that’s so dependent on the reader that when she goes to work and he stays home (because he’s out of work/works at home), he literally destroys himself and ends up going to her work looking like he was mauled by a bear (not literally but i hope you get the point). it’s totally fine if you don’t do it!!! — 🐹

Labor of Love

word count: 1.7k

author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: this contains extremely graphic depictions of self-harm and mentions of suicide, please read at your own discretion

The violent vibrations of your cellphone caused you to awake with a startle. You scrambled to silence your phone, knowing Jimin was not fond of his sleep being interrupted by nuisances, but hesitated when you saw your superior’s name illuminating the screen.

Manager Kim never called you, always electing to communicate through e-mail, so his call was a surprise to you, to say the least. Something must’ve gone wrong with the latest project. Carefully sliding out of the sheets so as to not wake Jimin, you scuttled away to your adjoining bathroom and accepted the call. Manager Kim gave you no room to speak, immediately cutting to the chase the second you answered.

“You need to come in now. Our client received your design and he claims it’s not what he asked for. Now the bastard wants something bigger, flashier, and done in 3 hours.” You cupped your hand around the receiver, keeping your voice hushed. “Namjoon, you know I can’t, I have—”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, “Please. I let you work from home seven days a week, I keep our correspondence solely through e-mail. I don’t ask questions about your lifestyle. I’m only asking you to help just this once.” His desperation pulled at your heartstrings, reminding you a lot of a certain someone. Inhaling, you shut your eyes tightly and acquiesced. “Fine, Namjoon. I’ll come in, but only for an hour or two.” You could practically hear the tension in his voice dissipate as he thanked you for your cooperation. “I knew I could count on you! I’ll see you soon, be prepared for a shitstorm.” Manager Kim ended the call abruptly, leaving you to contemplate your next decision.

There was no way Jimin would let you go into work, much less on such short notice. Some would call him controlling, or even downright insane, but to you, he was just a man with an extremely unhealthy inferiority complex. Jimin was someone who loved fiercely, passionately, but never believed people could reciprocate those same feelings towards him. Not even you, his wife of 3 years, who loved him more than life itself—who held him in her arms after every breakdown, every relapse.

But being the sole breadwinner of the household meant you had to make the difficult choice: either go to the office or get fired. Either way, you either risked potentially losing Jimin, or losing your house, the car and health insurance. Neither was ideal, but lately, Jimin had been in high spirits. His old scars had finally begun to heal, meaning he hadn’t cut himself in at least three weeks. Maybe he was capable of staying home alone for a few hours.

You looked at your phone’s digital clock. 6:58 a.m. Jimin seldom got up before noon, so you figured if you left now while he was asleep, you could make it back before he woke up. You rushed to make yourself presentable, trying to take as little time as possible, while also being as quiet as you could. Sneaking back into the bedroom, you knelt down on Jimin’s side of the bed and brushed the hair out of his face. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you gave him a tender kiss, hoping it wouldn’t be your last. “Minnie, baby,” you murmured so as to not stir him. He hummed in response, still deep in REM sleep, but slightly conscious. You continued, “I need to run to the office, okay? I’ll be back soon. I love you.” Jimin mumbled something incoherent and curled into his pillow, looking absolutely serene.

Collecting your purse, you head past the kitchen, your eyes catching sight of the knife block that sat on the marble countertop. Fearing Jimin might potentially spiral and relapse, you carried the heavy block to the hall closet and hid it behind a stack of quilts, hoping Jimin wouldn’t be desperate enough to tear apart the closet. With a determined nod of your head, you set off to work, saying your silent prayers that everything would be okay.

•·················•·················•

When Namjoon said work would be a shitstorm, he wasn’t exaggerating. Your client, a semi-famous rapper by the name of Agust D, whatever the hell that meant, decided that he didn’t like his promotional advertisements. Three days before his comeback. You were able to get the redesign done, but not without him hovering over your back and micromanaging every minuscule detail, down to the smallest pixel. After hours of edits, you finally had a moment to relax.

Checking your phone, your eyes widened when you saw that it was currently one in the afternoon. What was even more alarming was that you had over 13 missed calls and 54 unread text messages from Jimin. Fearing the worst, you unlocked your phone and began skimming through his messages, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

[Minnie 8:21 a.m]: hey baby, where’d you go?

[Minnie 8:23 a.m]: baby?

[Minnie 8:25 a.m]: Y/N?

[Minnie 8:30 a.m]: hello?????

[Minnie 8:34 a.m]: whatever you’re doing isn’t funny baby. please respond.

Your thumb scrolled upwards, towards the newer messages. The more recent, the more incoherent and unstable Jimin’s texts became.

[Minnie 12:41 p.m]: i get hthat u dotn lovve me anymore and im soty for ebeingf stupoid and ugly and uselass im sorry for a being patheic

[Minnie 12:41 p.m]: i’

[Minnie 12:41 p.m]: i’ll end it all fro u

[Minnie 12:42 p.m]: YOU’RE MY FUCKOING EVERYTHISNG YOU FUCKING DONT UNETRESTAND I FUCKIGN NEED U Y/N

[Minnie 12:43 p.m]: DO I NEEFD TO CARVE YIUR NAME INTWO MY CHEST TO MAKE YOU HAPPY?????

By now, fat, hot tears were streaming down your face, dotting the screen of your phone. You eyed the last message you had received, an attachment sent at exactly 1 p.m. Sprinting out of the office without a single word to your superior or client, you frantically played the voice message Jimin had sent. His soft voice echoed in the corridor as you dashed down the stairs and towards the parking garage, filling your heart and mind with worry.

‘Y/N, my love, my life, my everything,’ he began, his voice hoarse and cracking, likely from emotional duress. ‘You’ve abandoned me, and I don’t blame you. I’m stupid, incompetent and a waste of space. You complete me, I am nothing without you. And now that you’ve left me, I have nothing else to live for.’ Fumbling around in your purse in search for your car keys, you finally found the object of your search and unlocked your car, hurriedly shoving the keys in the ignition and peeling out of the garage. You couldn’t bear listening to more of the voice message, instead choosing to dial Jimin with the assistance of your Bluetooth controls. Each one was immediately redirected to voicemail, but you persisted in the barrage of phone calls.

What was no more than a 12-minute drive felt like millennia, your heart thumping so hard that you heard your pulse reverberating in your ears. You raced up the stairs of your unit, taking them two at a time, hoping that it wasn’t too late—pleading with any Higher, Holy beings to let Jimin be okay. Your hands trembled so furiously that it was nearly impossible to unlock your door until finally, you were somehow able to enter the threshold of your apartment. Greeted with nothing but an eerie silence, you began to fear the worst.

Usually, when Jimin had a breakdown, he screamed and destroyed everything in sight, but all of your decor was exactly as how you’d left it in the morning. The only trace your husband’s presence was the shattered picture frame that lay discarded on the dining room table, a chunk of glass missing. Your eyes traced over the worn mahogany surface before they settled on speckles of blood. You scanned the perimeter, looking for any clues that could lead you to Jimin. Following the droplets, you were led to your balcony, which overlooked the Dongdaemun shopping district. The gentle purr of cars wafted through the ajar french doors, and perched on the balcony railing was a defeated, scarred Jimin. He hadn’t noticed you, at least, not yet. But you noticed him and his current state. Arms streaked with blood— staining his pajama shirt and boxers a light pink— legs dangling idly from the metal railing as if he wasn’t four stories above a busy street, ready to plummet to his death. He looked content, serene, even.

“Jimin, sweetie,” you choked, words catching in your throat at the sight before you. “What are you—” Before you had time to finish your question, Jimin lept off the railing and threw himself at you and into your arms. Violent sobs wracked his body as he clung to you, like a lost child would to his mother. “I th-thought you had l-l-left m-me,” your husband hiccuped. His hold on you was vice-like, and his wounds were, without a doubt, staining your blouse. “Why did you leave me,” he half-shouted, half-pleaded. “I lost control because of you. I almost ended it all for you.”

You found yourself at a loss for words. You didn’t consider your absence would affect Jimin so profoundly— to the point where he thought suicide was the only way to cope. You almost lost him; almost lost the love of your life. And it was all because of your selfish impulsiveness. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, one hand toying with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, knowing affection was the best way to calm him down. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” you cooed, tears pricking your eyes. “Please forgive me, I’m so, so sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you.” Your husband looked at you with those big, brown eyes that shone so brightly, so innocently. The eyes you loved dearly.

“Promise?” He asked, his grip around you tightening slightly. “I promise,” you replied with a bittersweet smile. You knew that this would be the turning point of your marriage— you could never trust Jimin to be alone, not even for a few hours. You’d have to sacrifice your freedom, your career, to ensure his safety. But it was worth it just to see him live another day.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up, alright Minnie?” He nodded meekly, letting you lead him towards the washroom so you could tend to his wounds, just like always.

Time and time again, you’d be there to repair Jimin when he broke down, disregarding the fact that you yourself were the one that was crumbling under all the stress. After all, loving Park Jimin was an arduous affair.

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danfanciesphil · 7 years ago

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Give Me A Try (New Chapter)

Gay Instagram Model/Bartender Phan AU Part 3

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Read on Ao3!)

Dan’s in the middle of his break, scrolling through his phone, when a text notification appears at the top of his screen. He drops his bagel into his lap, cursing.

The text is from Phil. He doesn’t know any other Phil’s, so it has to be AmazingPhil, texting him, inexplicably.

He clicks the notification, eyes wide, simultaneously scooping up the bagel bits that have fallen onto his knees.

From: Phil To: Dan im in makeup for a weird photoshoot for some korean clothing brand and they just put loads of silver goo in my hair to make it chromey

As Dan is reading the message, searching between the lines for a reason Phil might be telling him this information, another text pings through.

From: Phil To: Dan whoops, i kinda meant to send that to PJ. but hey, if you’re interested, here’s a pic of me with ‘Kpop Idol Silver Hair Paste’ in lol xx

From: Phil To: Dan [image]

The phone slips from Dan’s fingers, clattering through his legs to the floor of the staff room. Phil has sent him a selfie. An un-edited, un-Instagrammed photo of his breathtaking face, up close. Sure, there’s a weird silvery goop in his usually raven hair, but still. Gingerly, Dan retrieves the phone, a small, strangled sound escaping from his throat as he surveys the image in front of him.

It makes a little more sense now that Phil has informed him that he had actually mistakenly texted the original message, but did the guy really have to follow up with a photo? He must, surely, be aware of Dan’s crush. He witnessed the brunt of Dan’s obsessive stalking in person on his phone, after all.

Bagel entirely forgotten, Dan just stares down into the pixelated blue of Phil Lester’s eyes, wondering how to respond, and if he even should. Deciding eventually that it would be rude not to, Dan shakily types out something he hopes is vaguely witty.

From: Dan To: Phil hahaha wow :’) kpop? more like kpoop. (it looks like bird poop, sorry dude.) x

From: Phil To: Dan hahaha it does ur so right. and if you think thats bad you should see the outfits… xx

Settling back into his chair, Dan bites his lip. As he thinks of a potential response, his eyes wander over to the spot, just to the right of him, where he and Phil had stood not long ago, when it had seemed like maybe, possibly, Phil might’ve…

But obviously that’s absurd.

Dan’s wishful thinking had clearly driven him to the point of hallucination, because the very notion that Phil Lester, AmazingPhil, the famous Instagram model, would ever have looked at Dan as anything more than a random bartender, is laughable.

Dan sighs to himself, then smirks. Well, just because he has no chance, doesn’t mean he can’t utilise his semi-connection to the celebrity to get some behind-the-scenes footage of his fave.

From: Dan To: Phil well now i have to see x

There’s a noticeable pause, and Dan wonders, panicking vaguely, if he may have pushed too far. Is it a little much to ask this of Phil? Maybe he just won’t respond, and Dan will have to quit his job forever, or maybe just spend his shifts on red alert that Phil will wander into the bar, and hide from him if he does-

He texts back.

From: Phil To: Dan [image]

From: Phil To: Dan hot, right? xx

For two long, uninterrupted minutes, Dan is frozen. Then, he lets out a muffled groan of frustration. The photo Phil sent is a full body shot taken by someone else; he’s dressed in an asymmetrical long white t-shirt with several long rips through the chest, some bright pink camouflage trousers, and a shiny silver puffer jacket with a black fur-lined hood. The outfit is a complete disaster, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest. His chest is visible through the slits in the tee; having seen it twice now IRL, Dan is drawn to the slivers he can see. The trousers make his eyes pop, and the jacket matches the silver streaked through his hair.

His pose is casual, feet apart, smirking at the camera, with his hands gesturing to his body as if to say ‘see what i mean?’. If he’d posted this on his Instagram, Dan gets the feeling he’d have saved it to his camera roll anyway, maybe even made it his phone background.

Dan’s done that with a few of his favourite photos of Phil in the past. He won’t even dwell on the time when Phil posted a photo of himself in the bath and Dan, in a semi-sleep-deprived fit of insanity, printed the photo out and stuck it on his wall.

Tyler came over once, weeks later, saw the photo taped above Dan’s bed, and tore the thing down. He’d told Dan, quite rightly, to stop being such a creep and keep his crazed obsessive behaviour to social media like everyone else.

“Who even has physical photos these days?? You’re like a fucking serial killer!”

Dan chuckles at this memory. He’s glad for Tyler, sometimes, even if he’s only good for keeping Dan’s stalkerish behaviour within the realms of normalcy.

Belatedly, he realises it’s been over five minutes and he still hasn’t responded to Phil. Also, his break is close to being over.

From: Dan To: Phil woww. please, phil of the future, tell me what life is like in 2087 x

From: Phil To: Dan stawwp. i keep laughing out loud at what ur saying and now the designer is sending me death glares :’’’D xx

Trying hard to ignore the fact that his dorky jokes are apparently literally making Phil ‘lol’, Dan checks the time, and sighs, typing out another message.

From: Dan To: Phil is the designer a martian? or maybe secretly one of those reptile-people? maybe skin him just to be safe. also my break is over so i gtg. have fun on set of NASA’s moonlanding recreation x

From: Phil To: Dan aww ur at work too? that sux. i forgot that u work at night lol. hope u stay dry this evening ;) xx

From: Dan To: Phil speaking of… why are u at work? isnt it kind of late for a photoshoot? x

From: Phil To: Dan well its 8am here so no haha xx

From: Dan To: Phil where are you? x

From: Phil To: Dan seoul :) hence the… unusual fashion lol xx

Dan’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead. He stands from his chair, throws his half eaten bagel in the trash, and looks around himself. He’s in the staff room - a small, dusty space with a row of falling apart lockers, a couple of chairs and a small table. There’s a hook on the wall which holds a load of unused aprons, and a rusty heater for when it’s especially cold.

He’s about to go back out to serve a load of rowdy customers some overpriced cocktails, then mop a dancefloor sticky with sweat, alcohol, and whatever other liquids might have found their way there. Then, he’s going to go back to his crummy flat way across in Kemptown, unfold his sofabed, and fall asleep to Netflix.

Phil, on the other side of the world in Korea, is having his hair, makeup and wardrobe done by professionals. He’s being treated like a celebrity, no doubt, and pampered excessively. Later, he’ll receive high-definition, professional photographs of himself looking gorgeous, and post them to his Instagram, where millions of people will tell him how stunning he looks.

Dan sighs to himself. How the other half lives.

The following day, Dan wakes up to find that Phil has updated his Instagram story, and posted the photo with the silver goo in his hair. The same one he’d sent to Dan. The caption reads:

Not sure silver hair was a good idea! The designer was going for Kpop, but ended up with Kpoop… can’t wait to show you guys the photos from this shoot! xx

Two things cross Dan’s mind.

First, Dan can now officially state that he had a sneak-peek at an official AmazingPhil photo before it was posted.

Second, the bitch totally stole his joke.

He smiles to himself ruefully, then decides to leave a comment. There’s no way that Phil will even see it - he’s never seen any of Dan’s others, or at least Dan sincerely hopes he hasn’t, as they’re mostly things like ‘choke me’ or ‘slap me round the face with your yaoi hands dad’.

Okay, maybe he tends to leave those sorts of comments when he’s less than sober.

This time, Dan just taps out a simple:

danisnotonfire: joke stealing is a low form of theft phil smh ;)

Still smiling to himself, Dan rolls over onto his side, and settles in to watch Phil’s story. The stories are usually long, silly, and full of adorable clips of Phil being clumsy and cute. As expected, this one is no exception. It’s a tour of Phil’s hotel room in Seoul, which is very posh.

Phil exclaims over the origami hand towels on his bed, the robe provided for him in the wardrobe, and the multiple options on the ‘disco shower’ as he calls it. Just as Dan is marvelling at the panoramic shot Phil has filmed of his view from the balcony, a notification pings at the top of his screen.

amazingphil replied to your comment: joke stealing is…

Dan sits bolt upright in bed, the sheets falling off him. He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes wide. He clicks the notification before it disappears, heart pounding.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Dan hadn’t intended for him to actually see. What if Phil thinks he’s being rude? He doesn’t actually mind Phil stealing his stupid joke about the hair goo. It’s an honour, if anything, that Phil finds his dumb joke good enough to post as a caption millions of people will read.

Heart thrumming, Dan finds the response Phil left.

danisnotonfire: joke stealing is a low form of theft phil smh ;)

amazingphil: @danisnotonfire aha i was kinda hoping you wouldn’t see ;D

Another notification pings at the top of his screen.

amazingphil started following you

“Holy shit,” Dan says to nobody.

amazingphil liked your photo

“Fuck,” Dan squeaks, clutching his pillow for support. “Stop it Phil, I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Curious, Dan clicks the last notification, wondering which photo it was that Phil pressed the little heart for. To his surprise, it’s a selfie, one he took at work around a month ago. He took it during a lull between serving, if he remembers correctly. The lighting hadn’t been awful when he was doing his hourly fringe check in his phone camera, so he’d snapped a pic. It’s nothing special, just a moody expression and a wash of pink lighting across one half of his face.

amazingphil commented on your photo

amazingphil: nice pout ;) xx

Dan falls back into the pillows, mind obliterating itself into a thousand, tiny pieces.

Over the next few weeks, Dan has several text conversations with Phil. They’re usually started by Phil himself, who will - out of what Dan assumes is boredom - sometimes send him a random meme, a musing about his surroundings, or a selfie. For obvious reasons, Dan prefers the latter.

No matter how many times Phil reaches out via text, the surreality of it never fails to send Dan’s mind freewheeling. It always knocks the wind out of his lungs, it always makes him stop dead in his tracks, and it always leaves him struggling to recover for the next few hours. Whenever this happens at work, Tyler never fails to tease him mercilessly.

“Whoops! Please excuse him, sir, his mind has been blended by a single text from his crush,” Tyler tells a customer the fifth time Dan drops a glass behind the bar.

Dan scowls at his friend, but doesn’t try to defend himself. It’s true, after all. One text from Phil has him behaving like a moron. He becomes physically inept, unable to make the simplest drink.

One night, after the bar has closed, Dan and Tyler are cleaning up.

“So when’s he gonna stop torturing you over text and come sweep you off your beer-drenched tootsies?”

Dan rolls his eyes at this. “He’s not, Ty. He’s a rich and famous superstar, and I’m clearing up puke for the third day in a row.”

Dan wrinkles his nose as he continues mopping up the patch of vomit. He’s suspicious at this point; three days in a row is unusual. Is the same person coming in each night and spewing their guts all over the dance floor out of spite? Perhaps it’s some sort of hate crime.

“It’s like a Cinderella story!” Ty exclaims, pirouetting around his broom. “Except it’s gay, which makes it even better.”

Dan scoffs at him. “I’m pretty sure fairytales don’t involve stalking someone over social media and having them find out. He’s just taking pity on me because he saw that first night that I’m a fan.” Dan dunks the mop back in the bucket, turning to Tyler. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he has a boyfriend.”

Tyler sucks in a scandalised breath. “What! Who?”

Dragging the mop back to the supply closet, Dan laughs. “Remember the drunk guy he came with? The one who gave me a lovely Rainforest shower?”

“Him?”

Dan sighs, locks the cupboard, and nods. He digs into his pocket for his phone, and brings it over to show Tyler the photo of Phil and Charlie kissing. Matt, the security guard wanders over to see as well, letting out a low whistle.

“He’s a nonce if he thinks that guy’s behaviour was attractive,” Matt says. “He puked ‘soon as I got him out the door that night. All over the pavement.”

Dan looks at Matt, tilting his head in interest. “He did?”

Tyler plucks the phone out of Dan’s hand, zooming into the photo to have a better look, a frown on his face.

“Yep, your friend there came out, called him an Uber and sent him off,” Matt says. “Doubt pukey there would’ve made it home without him.”

“Nice guy,” Dan mutters, cheeks warm.

“This is staged,” Tyler announces abruptly.

“What?”

“Look,” he says, bringing the phone back over for Dan to see.

He zooms in on the crux of the kiss, right onto Phil’s face. Dan grimaces.

“Ty, I don’t want to see-”

“Shut up and look at his face,” Tyler interrupts, grabbing Dan’s chin and angling it towards the phone. “See how his lips are puckered? All stiff and pointed, like he’s kissing his grandma. And his eyes are open.”

“He’s looking at the camera!”

“Nah, Tyler’s right mate,” Matt says. The gum he’s chewing is making gross squishy sounds right in Dan’s ear as he leans over to look. “He looks awkward as hell.”

Dan narrows his eyes at the photo, trying to see what the others see.

“Besides, didn’t you say he hated that guy?” Tyler asks, clicking off the photo.

Dan tuts, snatching his phone back. “Well, apparently he was just being nice to compensate for the fact his kissing buddy covered me in sugary cocktail.”

He makes the smart decision to step away from this preposterous conversation before he does something stupid. Like allow either of these morons to give him hope that Phil is actually single.

Not that Phil being single would even matter.

“Or he was making it clear that he’s available!” Tyler calls after him as Dan stalks over to the staff room. “He whipped his shirt off for you twice and gave you his number. Do you think he’d do that if he had a boyfriend?”

“Drop it, Ty!” Dan calls back, shutting the staff room door behind him.

He will not let himself fall into the trap of daring to believe he could get someone as gorgeous, as hilarious, as pure and… amazing, as Phil Lester.

He won’t.

This is a good philosophy, in theory.

In practise, it turns out to be a lot more difficult. Dan finds this out to his cost when Phil strolls into Habenero the following Friday with Charlie Hickory at his side. Dan’s stomach sinks as soon as he sees the pair, the butterflies that appear each time Phil so much as acknowledges exploding into dust the moment he registers who Phil is here with.

Phil makes a beeline for the bar, a big smile on his face as he sees Dan. Warily, Dan smiles back, very aware that he is not exactly Charlie’s biggest fan.

“Dan!” Phil sings, chipper as ever.

Blushing already, Dan waves an awkward hand. He will never, he’s sure, get used to hearing his name on Phil Lester’s lips. “Hi. You’re back.”

“Of course! This is my local hangout now,” Phil says, winking. “Great cocktails, cute bar staff, crazy Bingo nights… this place has got it all.”

“Some people might not agree with you about the cocktails,” Dan can’t help himself saying, glancing at Charlie.

Charlie shuffles awkwardly on the spot. “Right,” he says, casting a look at Phil. They share a look that seems loaded with something Dan is not privy to, and then Charlie sighs, turning to Dan. “I wanted to, uh, apologise. About last time. Totally not cool of me to… tell you off like that. I was wasted.”

For an awkward moment, Dan waits for the actual word ‘sorry’ to leave Charlie’s mouth. It becomes obvious fairly swiftly that the dude feels he’s already said enough, so Dan just gives him a tight smile, and clears his throat.

“Oh, yeah man,” he says. “Let’s just… move on, I guess.”

If Charlie won’t say sorry, then Dan’s sure as hell not going to say he forgives him.

“So, drinks?” Phil asks, seeming to sense the taut atmosphere. “Maybe not cocktails?”

Dan can’t help the splutter of laughter, but Charlie shoots a dagger-like glare Phil’s way. It makes Dan’s lip curl; how could anyone be angry with Phil, of all people?

“Maybe some beers?” Dan suggests, teeth clenched. “We have a load of craft beers, or if you’re more into spirits I could make you guys a-”

“I’ll have a vodka and light tonic, no ice,” Charlie interrupts. “A double. If you use regular tonic, I will know.”

“Charlie,” Phil hisses under his breath.

They exchange another loaded look, and again Charlie sighs, turning to Dan with a fake smile. “Please.”

Swallowing the urge to roll his eyes, Dan nods, then gladly turns his attention to Phil. “And for you?”

“Oh,” Phil says, like it’s only just occurred to him that he needs to order as well. “God, I’m so bad at deciding, err…”

As he’s dithering, Charlie sighs. “Are you cool to get these, Phil? I’m gonna go find us a table.”

“You don’t wanna dance?”

“Not in the mood.”

Phil nods, obviously disappointed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll meet you in the back.”

With that, Charlie is gone, slipping into the crowd. The look of distaste must be more evident on Dan’s face than he thinks, because Phil laughs at it.

“I know,” Phil says. “But he does have a few… marginally amiable qualities.”

‘Why have you chosen to be with someone that’s marginally amiable when you’re so great,’ is what Dan wants to ask. Instead, he simply shrugs, deciding to change the subject.

“Have you decided on a drink yet? I’d better get on with making his low-cal dishwater.”

Phil laughs a little, then leans forwards, his smile deepening as he leans across the bar. “Surprise me.”

Something sparks a roman candle in Dan’s stomach, and his skin prickles with the heat it creates. He drags his eyes free of Phil’s with some difficulty, nodding, and turns to make the drinks.

He prepares Phil a ‘PopQueen’ cocktail, which is one of their most popular. It’s inspired by popcorn, along with the trio of Pop Queens that rule the gay music scene: Gaga, RiRi, and Bey. The moscato vodka base is made from Italian grapes to represent Gaga’s heritage, the spiced rum is a shoutout to Bey’s favourite drink, and Riri comes in in the form of a smoky splash of passion fruit bitter. The rest is topped up with popcorn syrup, lemonade, a sprinkle of caramel popcorn kernels, and as many sparkly cocktail sticks as Dan can fit in.

He explains the whole concoction to Phil as he presents it, a little smug because he knows this is an impressive looking cocktail. It’s probably his favourite one to make; the Viniq shimmery moscato vodka makes the drink swirl and shimmer - always exceptionally pretty.

Sure enough, Phil’s mouth drops open at the sight of it. “Okay wow,” Phil says, chuckling. “I’m gonna get drunk tonight, aren’t I?”

“If that’s your plan, this should definitely help you on your way,” Dan says, laughing too. “I wouldn’t recommend having a second if you want to remember your evening.”

Phil leans forwards to take a sip of the PopQueen, moaning around the straw, much to Dan’s dismay. He plucks one of the popcorn pieces off and eats it, eyes closed. In related news, Dan struggles not to fall to the floor. “Dan, you are an artiste,” Phil says. “Popcorn is my all time favourite food.”

“Oh, wow, that’s... lucky, I guess,” Dan stammers, a swell of pride surging up into his chest. “Glad you like it.”

“So, how much?”

“Oh, on the house.” Dan smiles, sliding the cocktail across the bar along with Charlie’s vodka tonic. “I feel bad for not letting you in on the forfeit for Bingo last time.”

The look on Phil’s face softens into something so sweet Dan can taste sugar on his tongue.

“You don’t have to do that,” Phil says softly.

“It’s fine, really,” Dan assures him, all but sliding his elbows across the bar towards him. “I insist.”

A twitch in the corner of Phil’s mouth, and then he’s leaning across the bar. It happens slowly, but Dan still manages to be caught off guard. One moment, he’s watching, bemused, as Phil inches towards him, and the next there’s a light press of paper-soft lips to his cheek. A scratch of stubble grazes over Dan’s skin as Phil leans away.

“Thanks,” Phil tells him, smiling. “You’re sweet, Dan.”

And then he’s turning away, drinks in hand, slipping into the mass of people.

For the next few hours, Dan hopes for Phil to return to the bar for another round. He waits, eagerly, for this moment to come. Instead, Charlie is the one who brings his and Phil’s glasses back over, and waves to flag down Dan’s attention.

He nods in acknowledgement, finishing up the drinks order he’s in the middle of, and sidling over to Charlie. He forces a strained smile.

“Same again?”

“Yeah,” Charlie says, digging out his phone. “And a couple of vodka shots.”

He says nothing else, eyes glued to his phone screen. Dan waits for a moment before moving off, eyes stuck to Charlie’s face. He’s the kind of gorgeous that shouldn’t exist in real life. Unblemished, tanned skin. Clean, dark stubble, lacing his perfect, razorblade jawline. His hair is a swoop of glossy mahogany; even the cut of it looks expensive.

Charlie’s eyes flick up to Dan’s, obviously questioning why he’s staring, so Dan nods, embarrassed, and hurries to make the drinks. From a superficial standpoint, it’s obvious why Phil is with Charlie. Obviously, in Dan’s eyes, Phil is the most attractive man on the planet, but that’s just because he’s Dan’s type. Even he can tell that Charlie is objectively a beautiful human being.

It’s just a shame about everything below the surface level.

Dan pours the two shots Charlie ordered. “All together it’s twenty pounds, please.”

Charlie snorts, then pockets his phone at last. “Figures you’d give Phil the discount.”

He pulls out a twenty and slaps it on the counter.

“Sorry, I can’t give you guys free drinks all night.”

Charlie just stares back at him, a faint, knowing smile caught on his dusty pink lips. One of this thick eyebrows is slightly quirked, sliding an irritation under Dan’s skin. “Listen, Danny, is it?”

“Dan,” he grits.

“Dan,” Charlie says, leaning across the bar. “A little advice, yeah? Don’t be so transparent. It just comes across as pathetic.”

He downs both the shots in quick succession, baffling Dan, who is frozen, mortified, to the spot. Before his brain can thaw enough to stammer out some witty rebuttal, Charlie has swept the drinks off the counter, and is moving away.

Cheeks burning, Dan turns around, trying to calm his boiling blood. He squeezes his fists together, counting to ten, the way he makes himself after all encounters with dickhead customers.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, can we get some drinks over here, please?”

With a deep sigh, Dan unclenches his fists, and turns to the next customer.

At around one in the morning, Dan runs to the bathroom for a minute, and on his way, he sees Charlie. He’s against the wall of the club, near the DJ booth. There’s a muscular, dark-skinned man pressing him there; their faces are close. Dan can’t stop, he’s left Tyler and Dodie to the mercy of the drunks in their worst state - things get rowdy an hour before closing - and he needs to get back there. So, instead, he simply tucks the image away in his mind, to think about later on.

That man, leant against Charlie in a less-than-innocent seeming stance, was certainly not Phil, after all. As he exits the bathroom, he notices that Charlie is gone, as is whoever was with him.

At 1:55am, the lights come on. As usual, an enormous groan chants out of the crowd of patrons on the dance floor, followed by a few pairs awkwardly stepping out of the shadows, some squinting and eye-covering, and the slow, jelly-legged walk to the coat-check area.

“I think I just saw some guy getting up off his knees in the corner,” Tyler says despondently. “Shotgun not mopping the floor tonight.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dan sighs. “On the dance floor? Really? Why can’t they suck each other off in the bathroom like normal people?”

“Oh, there were definitely people doing that in one of the stalls about an hour ago,” someone says to Dan’s right. The voice, for some reason, sends the hairs up on the back of Dan’s neck.

He turns, wondering when Matt’s voice got so low, only to find that Phil has perched himself on one of the bar stools, the dregs of his cocktail still in a glass in front of him. For a moment, Dan is too stunned at the sight of him to reply. Then, he registers that the lights are on, and cringes, knowing he likely looks frightful. Phil, of course, looks radiant as ever even under the harsh fluorescents, apart from a faint tiredness, visible in the dark circles underneath his eyes.

“You’re still here,” Dan comments. “I thought you guys had gone.”

“Charlie left,” Phil says, looking away from Dan. “Or I assume he did.”

Out of sight, Tyler catches Dan’s eye, making an obscene gesture with his hands before snickering and running off in the direction of the supply closet. Dan just glares after him, pink-cheeked, and turns back to Phil.

“Wait, he left without telling you?”

One of Phil’s shoulders moves towards his neck, then falls. “He does that.”

“Wow that’s… kind of shitty.”

As soon as the words are out, Dan regrets them. He can’t help but think of Charlie’s comment from earlier; it rings in his ears as if the guy had screamed it at him.

Don’t be so transparent. It just comes across as pathetic.

He was right, probably, though Dan had hated hearing it. He should stop being such a suck-up. It must be awkward and cringey for Phil to see Dan so obviously smitten.

Still, Phil throws him a faint smile. “It’s cool. He’s just a flaky guy. A bit of a princess. He grew up rich, so he’s always been a bit superficial. I’m trying to wring the bourgeoisie out of his blue blood.”

Dan snorts with laughter. “In my experience, you can’t filter the dickishness out of people very easily.”

There’s a silence, then. Phil regards him with a faintly curious expression.

“Maybe I’m wrong,” Dan says once the silence gets too uncomfortable. He shrugs, grabbing the rag from his back pocket and starting to wipe down the bar. “I don’t know the guy, really. I’ve just had a couple of unfortunate experiences with him.”

“Oh no,” Phil says, face falling. “What did he do this time?”

Dan laughs, bitterly. “Don’t worry about it. He’s just a little mouthy, is all.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“So, when do you get to leave this place?” Phil asks, playing with his glass. He still hasn’t drunk the remainder of his cocktail. “Or do you sleep here?”

“On weekdays, the bar closes at two, so I get out of here at around two-thirty.”

“Christ,” Phil mutters. “And I thought my job was long hours.”

A laugh bursts out of Dan’s throat, but he covers it as best he can with a cough, turning away. Busying himself with ‘dusting’ some liquor bottles, Dan tries to compose a straight face. Is Phil honestly going to try and argue that his job is difficult? When was the last time that guy ever grabbed a broom, or handled someone’s sticky change?

In a minute, Dan is going to go into the corner of the dance floor, get down on his knees, and clean up some randomer’s come. A few weeks ago he saw Phil swanning about a five-star hotel in Korea. If AmazingPhil’s worst complaint is that he had to have a few questionable outfit choices put on him, and some silvery goo in his hair, then he needs a reality check.

Nevertheless, Dan knows that he can’t say any of this. Not only would he never dream of insulting Phil Lester, but it’s pointless to try and explain the differences between classes to someone in a privileged position. They’ve usually forgotten how to understand.

“Are you close by, at least?” Phil asks, interrupting Dan’s thoughts.

Dan turns back to him. “Kemptown. It’s half an hour’s walk, more or less.”

“You walk?” Phil asks, eyebrows skyrocketing towards his quiff. “At two in the morning?”

“Five in the morning on weekends,” Dan confirms, hiding a smile at Phil’s surprise. “It’s okay, you get used to it. Besides, it’s mostly just drunk idiots chugging cans of cider and threatening to run into the sea. Not too scary.”

Despite Dan’s reassurance, the look of pity and concern on Phil’s face doesn’t subside. After a while, Dan turns from it, feeling awkward. He busies himself with clearing away the last of the empty glasses, yawning into the crook of his elbow. Tonight was rough.

“You should crash at mine,” Phil blurts.

Sure he must have misheard, Dan faces Phil slowly. “Um, what?”

“If you’re exhausted, I mean.” Phil fidgets, fingers tapping against his glass. “Like, on the nights you can’t face walking all the way home, you can totally just sleep on my sofa.”

Speechless, Dan simply stares.

“The couch is pretty comfy,” Phil continues in a ramble, not meeting Dan’s eye. “And my flat is just up the road, literally like a minute away. I’m not saying, y’know, come over every night, ‘cause obviously… that might be an issue, but you can absolutely stay round on, say, Saturday nights when you finish later. That wouldn’t be a problem.”

He’s just being nice. That’s Dan’s only explanation. Phil Lester is a sweetheart of a person, and he got so worried about the hypothetical danger involved in Dan’s walks home, that he offered something big, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Dan is a stranger to him. He needs to decline the polite offer, and let Phil off the hook he accidentally created to string himself up on.

So, Dan forces out a small chuckle, and says: “Oh, no, it’s really fine. Thanks for the offer, that’s really good of you, but I quite like the walk. It’s a nice come down after a busy night.”

Phil nods, chewing his lip. He looks unconvinced. “I’m not just saying it, though.” His voice has dropped to a lower tone. “Like tonight… you’re so tired, I can see it. Just grab some sleep at mine before you head back across town.”

As soon as Phil mentions it, the quilt of his own exhaustion flops around his shoulders, dragging Dan’s bones towards the floor. He tries to picture the stumble back to his crummy flat in Kemptown, loathing each imaginary step.

“You barely know me,” Dan says - one last attempt at refusal.

Sensing he’s won, Phil smiles very slightly, then downs the rest of his cocktail at last. “I don’t know if it’s just me, Dan, but I have this feeling that we’re going to be good friends.”

(Part 4!)

#phan #phanfic #bartender au #phanfiction

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3rachad-archive · 6 years ago

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Could you do like a quick tutorial?

yes ofc (sorry i didnt understAND THE FIRST TIME LFMAMFOAIFWNAWI) itll be under a cut- which doesn’t work on mobile so u know :~~) sorry to my followers !!!

edit: THIS GOT KINDA VERY LONG- I KNOW YOU SAID QUICK BUT FOAIWNOAWINAWO ; ________ ; theres no quick way for me to explain this fjawefaoweifawnoe :~~( i didnt want to make you confused so i included pictures and i tried my best afhfhwoeiawo so it got Pretty Long and i APOLOGIZE HAHFHAOFWINAFOw

EDIT AGAIN: OK I FORGOT!!! I HAVE A WINDOWS COMP!!!! SO !!! MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT THE ‘ALTS’ AND STUFF ARE A LIL DIFF ON MAC (IDK WHAT THEY ARE BUT JFJAJFOAIW YEAH…….. i cant…. help u there…..)

EDIT AGAIN AGAIN: i proofread this once. and its. 3;30 am so … if i said smth dumb or didnt make sense pls pls telll meeee…!!!! and like. i apologize if i missed any spelling mistakes or anythign ajfjjjawfjowaei im just a Fool!!!!

oki dokey! its honestly p simple one u memorize the Steps! (if there’s anything you’re still ?? abt pls pls message me! im bad at typing out instructions so like jfjajfhgowigowa im scared i’ll leave u MORE confused mfmmgg) !!!

i’ll use my lil red riding chan gif to show you!!!

1) open up the video

open up whatever video you plan on giffing !! (”file” > “navigate” > open up whatever video it is you want to gif!)

2) cutting to the scene you want

using the snipping tool, you’ll cut the video where you want to start the gif. then you’ll let it play till where you want the gif to end! and hit the scissor icon again. now you’ll have the desired clip.

now you’ll have 3 ‘layers’ in the layers tab. you can go ahead and delete the top and bottom layers so you only have the middle layer (the one i have highlighted)!

(side note: if you’re trying to get it PRECISE and down to the frame, using the toggles that allow you to go from frame to frame is helpful!

this’ll let you get it down to precisely where you’d like!)

3) getting the frames

(make sure the layer is highlighted)

so you see the four lil lines? you click on those and you’ll get a drop down menu.

so as i’ve highlighted, you’ll click on “convert frames” and then “flatten frames into clips”

you will now have the frames from the video! ok, now you click on the “convert to frame animation” button! (the one i’ve circled)

now your timeline should look like this:

now going back to the four little lines from earlier:

you’re going to “make frames from layers”

your timeline should now be filled with all the frames from your video!

(side note: try to keep your gif less than 80 frames. the bigger your gif the bigger the file the more trouble you’ll have saving, uploading, etc. tumblr has a limit on size for gifs so ! be very wary ! )

4) timing

so every frame has a lil time code on it!

as you can see, the first one is 1.27 seconds, the second is 0 seconds- i can’t speak for every gifmaker, so i’ll just say what kind of speeds i personally use. i really prefer a little bit of a slower gif- to me it feels a little smoother and is easier on the eyes, and if you’re adding text to your gif, then the reader has a bit more time to read (if your subs change in the middle or smth)

so going back to our four lil lines

you click on “select all frames” (or you can click on the first frame, scroll to the end of the frames and while holding your ‘shift’ key, you click on the last frame; has the same result!) now, you go to the lil drop down arrow next to the time code on any of the frames, and input your time settings!

i use the setting of 0.07 seconds! its a little slower. some people do ‘0.05′ and some people will leave the gif at its original speed (which is ‘0′ second delay) !!!

and now you hit ‘ok’ and your times should all be the same! at this point, give the frames a once over and see if everything is running fine and you have all the frames you want, by clicking on the play button and seeing how it looks.

(side note: make sure that your looping times is set to ‘Forever’!!!)

if everything is fine then you can move on! if you think that you’d like to remove some frames then you can select those frames individually (or by the clicking and shift method from earlier) and using the lil trash icon. you can delete those frames! now you should have all the frames you want!

5) cropping + resizing

from your tools sidebar, you’ll pick the crop tool

in the bar along the top of the screen, you’ll see a lil drop down menu

okay, this is also another preference thing? so like, depending on the set you’re making, you might want like a different size!

in the first gif, i used ‘W x H x Resolution’ option, whereas the second gif i used the ‘4:5 (8:10)’ ratio! so like, its v dependent on what kind of gif you’re making. for 2x2 or 3x3 sets i tend to use 4:5 while single sets i use a free ratio so i can crop how i’d prefer the gif to look!

so with the red riding hood gif i used the ‘4:5′ ratio!

when you choose an option, you’ll get this sort of screen

if you click once, you’ll be given a grid and the ability to now resize!!!

when you’re happy with your selection, you can click the checkmark i circled in the first picture, and it’ll crop your image!

yay!! okay! now you have to resize the image! so you go to the top of the screen and you choose: ‘Image’

from here you’ll choose ‘Image Size’ or alternatively hit ‘ALT + CTRL + I’

you’ll get this dialogue box !!! where you can now imput your width (the height will automatically resize!)

alright so for sets, i’m not too sure about other ppl, but i resize my gifs following this usually!

500 pixels == 1 gif

245 pixels == 2 gifs side by side

160 pixels == 3 gifs side by side

those sizes usually look fine on tumblr and also work well with the image size limit!!!

(i resized this gif to 245px because i was putting 2 gifs side by side!)

after you’ve imputed the size, you can now hit okay! you’ll get this dialogue box:

go ahead and tick the ‘don’t show again’ and then click ‘Convert’

6) sharpening

okay, normally, you’d have to go through frame by frame and sharpen, but ; v ; your time gets eaten tf up so like… this is just the way i sharpen all the frames at the same time!!

so go ahead and select everything in your time line, either by the shift++click method or by going to the ‘select all frames’, and then go over to the layers panel and click on the bottom most frame, then scroll to the top and while holding shift, click on the top most frame.

everything should be selected like this!

go the four lines again and click on the convert to video timeline

your timeline should now look like this:

okay, now, going back to your top bar, you’ll pick ‘Filter’

and then click on ‘Convert for Smart Filters’

(side note: you’ll get another dialogue box i believe, so just tick the do not show and go ahead and continue)

clicking on filter again, you’ll go down to ‘Sharpen’ and then ‘Smart Sharpen’. you should get another dialogue box

these are the settings that i use! and once you put them in, you can go ahead and press okay, and your gif will be sharpened

(side note: there’s only SO much that sharpening can do to your gif. the best scenario: you have a video thats 1080p and the sharpening will add. but if your video quality isn’t the greatest then be understanding, ps can only do so much… also !!! some ppl sharpen twice, if you think it’ll look good you can go ahead and do that!!! i prefer to sharpen once, so that it doesn’t get too grainy!!!)

your gif is now sharpened!!!

7) colouring

uhh this one i can’t give you too many instructions for?? bc every gifmaker tends to have their own colouring style. it’ll really be up to your discretion and preference on how you colour things!!!

these are the tools when it comes to colouring!!! you can like… go to town and test different colourings! i shit you not… this is what takes me the LONGEST during giffing now.. like once i had the process down?? i was like ???? what should i make the colouring???

this is without colouring ^^

this is with my colouring ^^

this is what i had on this specific gif- every video will vary and you’ll soon figure out what colourings suit what videos or lightings or etc !!!

8) watermarking (optional)

this is optional but like………. in this day and age…………………….

so you select the text tool and you just type your url in whatever font you want???

these are the settings i use!!! and then i set the ‘Opacity’ at however much i think is suitable. (darker gifs, i might make the watermark a lil less visible, whereas brighter gifs i’ll make it a lil stronger!)

9) saving to the web

YAY! we’re done! you made the gif! pat your back!!!

mm okay now you have to save it !! so you can either do ‘CTRL++SHIFT++ALT++S’ or!!!

‘File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy)’

your gif will take a moment to render, but when it does you’ll get this screen!!!

these are the settings you should adjust to !!!

(side note: pay attention to the size !!

above certain mb your gif will be too big to upload !!! and tumblr will give you an error and tell you to try sizing down!!!)

also make sure:

that it says ‘Forever’ !!!!

and finally !! give your gif a play by clicking on the play button! make sure everything is fine and that your gif loops, and everything looks how you want it!!!

if you’re happy with how everything looks!

click save !!!

you can chose where you wanna save it and name it aptly !!!

10) BASK IN YOUR AWESOMENESS!!! (AKA: uploading your gif)

i wont explain this but now u get to upload your !! gif to tumblr!! eee :D

and there she is!! isnt she BEAUTIFUL??? :~~) hehe !!

anyway, i hope i helped explain this as CLEARLY as possibelf jfjfjaowiefnaweoia lmaooo this was ridiculously long so i apologize for that :~~( but i hope i helped you out! eee happy giffing angel!!!

#anon #answered #long post #gif tutorial #g.mine #oof.#OOF....#sorry this was so long dude #i ... i should've just made a video or smth #i aoifnwoifenawofi awoeifn awoei awe #RIPPPP #sorry :~~(#i tried to be as clear and concise as possible #ihope i made sense ahffjjagjoag

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pandaluver189 · 6 years ago

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get to know me tag

rules: tag ten followers you want to get to lee know better

tagged by the lovely @changbeanie ♡

star sign: virgo (I know my other signs if anyone wants me to disclose them)

put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs:

trust my lonely - alessia cara

blooming day - exo-cbx

adore u - seventeen

tomorrow - bts

fun fact my playlist has 474 songs

grab the nearest book. turn to page 23, what is line 17? sweats I think I've misplaced my books hang on ”[But the chance had been snatched away] from him — Wormtail has escaped before they could take him [to the Ministry of Magic]” (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)

ever had a song or poem written about you?: no (as far as i’m aware of)

what was the last time you played air guitar?: I don’t remember lol but if I remember correctly, I've never played air guitar

what’s a sound you hate? you love?: loud static I guess? (just generally earrape-y stuff, but really im just eh to most sounds) & waves crashing (im not really opinionated on this stuff but I do have a video of a wave crashing into some rocks when I went to sunset cliffs with a cousin) and changbin singing (that singing room vlive tho) also I think chan’s singing is lovely, no, all of skz singing is lovely I can’t decide skdjskdjs

do you believe in ghosts?: eh not really (but if there are ghosts that exist and are reading this post, I respect your existence or is it non-existence?)

do you believe in aliens?: no in the sense that there are beings that look like the aliens in pop culture, but yes in the sense that there are possibly other life forms out there. (like the odds are so large yet also so small? maybe the future humans can figure out something before the universe has heat death and before the sun eats us all)

do you like the smell of gasoline?: no but it’s bearable

what’s the last movie you saw?: solo: a star wars story (I think? my memory is bad due to stress)

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: I've never had any injuries where I needed to be stitched or admitted to a hospital yes I was a careful child and I still am but I guess the times I accidentally hit my head on stuff (emphasis on accidentally because I sometimes bang my head since im stupid I think it’s something lasting when I was young and my mom would hit my head for some sense to be knocked in) and maybe that one time I was playing soccer wow panda being active? unheard of and I fell on my arm wrong? it was weird to move for that day and the next, I was fine after

do you have any obsessions right now?: not really? im fond of pixel wallpapers and changbin’s stupid smile and dried cranberries (but I like those all the time??)

do you tend to hold grudges?: im more afraid of people holding grudges on me but yes, if you really frick up and continuously frick up OR I don't like you (I generally am pretty neutral on people but if you have bullied me or caused me some misfortune that could’ve been avoided, I dislike you)

in a relationship?: no but I think you could consider that im in one with my phone but no actually no one likes me or knows me (I've been labeled as my friend’s “Asian friend” by her classmate) so yeah im basically a nobody

tagging: @vanillachangbin @arqueritefrost im sorry for the ping hopefully you haven’t done this already dsjkdjks

#tagged #personal panda things #im horrible I had to find my books because I misplaced them #I haven't had time to read #highschool is tiring #I think I've become apathetic to a lot of things #and lost my opinion on a lot of things too #side note skz need to cover very nice #I would die to see them all in suspenders #rising: gemini / moon: cancer / mercury & venus: leo #< my other signs lol #ok now reading it I have a sad life #also also this took me a bit because I was making homemade banana tempura with my mom #second side note #im lowkey convinced the house next to me is haunted or some crap #like no one lives there for more than a year or two?#I mean to be fair I live near a military base and there's lots of military families #but still the missed opportunities for cute neighbor aus #also it's 4 am I haven't slept yet wow maybe I am a panda also due to my dark eye circles

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leonbastralle · 7 years ago

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Flirtyplies & Seriousplies & Other

Soooooooo first of all warning there are some RLY big replies/comments at the bottom (but I sorted it so you don’t have to scroll through that if you didn’t send one of them) Please don’t be mad that I merged all serious comments by one person to save space xD

TL;DR for those who don’t feel like scrolling and stuff, I had a Moment about simblr a few days ago because I used to have a place and I’ve kinda been feeling like I don’t have that any more, but I’m slowly powering back up and I’m really thankful for the support I got that night ♥♥♥ you guys are thE BEST AND MY UNGRATEFUL ASS DOES NOT DESERVE YOU

amixofpixels replied to your post “.”

Annie after midnight, seriously, I may have to terminate our friendship over the end remark...

However, you redeemed yourself.

which end remark, exactly? there’s one before the basic tags and one after the basic tags XD

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Hey, look! This cloud looks like a cowplant! Conifer: Ohhhh...”

👀 u kno what else can be done in cabins

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: Hey, you’re making fun of me! Charlotte: *laughs* Nooooooooo...”

NOW KISS

PATIENCE MY DEAR

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Yes, sweetie, I did. You’re not all that plain, you know?...”

Smooth Connie,,,, smooth

she Needs To Learn...

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: That must be tough. I can’t judge, I have no...”

Ohohohoho

Connie, the queen of turning every conversation into an awkward direction...

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: Anyway, now that you’ve gotten past the big reveal, I feel...”

I MISS HER TOO

SHE WILL BE BACK I HAVE PICS OF HER IN MY FOLDER

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Ahhhhhhh there is nothing quite like a sunny afternoon...”

Flirty babes 😍

♥

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset

A good egg

THE BEST EGG I mean...for now...and she has no evil plans so that’s good

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset

She's so pure

well not much longer... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “San Maraschino Meadows Tuesday, 2.56 pm”

Following dat booty...

:o I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE THANK YOU FOR POINTING THIS OUT

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

It kinda looks like..... some creature from spore im crying

ive always just went with tortoise but...now that i take a closer look...probably not but maybe an alien tortoise? anyway i lov this art i put it on a wall now

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “like a boss”

She could totally kick my ass tbh

But Does She Want To

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Move over, dad! This is my round! F: You wish! I still have a few...”

Family goals right here :’)

thats the one thing you can always count on in the memeracle rainbowcy

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: It…seems to actually be working. Well, time to destroy this demonic...”

What is going on here?? :o

he invented a clone machine! he had to, it was a task and i wanted to fill that credit bar, but its rly scary so i thought id incorporate that and also confirm that shine is a good man

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Hey, buddy. What’s wrong? You seem bl…I mean, down today. G: It’s...”

(Im sorry i had to use it)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Hey, buddy. What’s wrong? You seem bl…I mean, down today. G: It’s...”

This is so cute i am dying shine protecc the sadgraab

PROTECC ALL THE GRAABS (also dont apologise its a gr8 word and im glad it gets som representation)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Someone is sad today…”

AAAAAAAAAAA

I KNOW

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “S: Hey, buddy. What’s wrong? You seem bl…I mean, down today. G: It’s...”

I am Suspicious

I didn’t MAKE him sad I promise xD he showed up like this and I thought I’d roll with it.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “I’M CRYING”

That face just says 'I get to pee before that son of a bitch' *evil laugh*. Well, to me anyways.

Tbh, all the scientists are evil except Dadgraab, who SHOULD be evil considering his career level is ‘evil scientist’. He’s just really pure and soft and wonderful and me and Shine love him so much

amixofpixels replied to your post “It’s A Giant Reply Post!”

I am never disappointed in you, just a proud little momma of the internet. ;_______;

phew, that’s good, because I sure wouldn’t want that!

treason-and-plot replied to your post “I feel lost”

Carys gave you some wonderful advice. So many ppl love you. And life is so fleeting.

tbh I feel so much joy since you and Carys met we’re family goals I knooooow it’s so easy to say but so hard to believe...like I can’t read people’s minds and my go to belief is just that people really don’t care which is terrible but also...how do you know? You can’t know and I hate not knowing.

bonnypixels replied to your post “I feel lost”

Hugs You <3 everyo feels that sometimes but you cared about and not alone <3

thank you ;_; it’s difficult sometimes and I feel like it helps to just have confirmation in black and white ♥

twinsimskeletons replied to your post “I feel lost”

Sympathetic love: it's human nature to feel lost a lot I think, because we're so good at comparing ourselves to others and assuming what we see is what they feel, and there are going to be so many simmers who look at you and your comments and inside jokes and feel as you do. tough love: life is short and then you die. Seriously, it's easy to be bogged down by all this little stuff but at the end of the day what really matters? You're letting this get in the way of enjoying yourself and at the end of the day no matter what you are always going to feel like this unless you change the attitude - change has to come from within so while the nice words from us will help for a little while, they won't fix things. Only you can do that, love. Now read whichever one you need to hear the most because they are both true and valid just as your feelings are.

first of all: stop being so damn wise (but also don’t because I need my agony aunt forever) and second of all thank you for making me smile ♥ I try man, I really try, but sometimes you just gotta let it out I guess. I can’t believe I haven’t done a whiny post in months! (I mean I probably have but can’t remember) ANYWAY even tho I already said it, I rly rly rly rly appreciate this and how much time you took and amhsfbajhmsfbajfas thank you

riseofthecowplant replied to your post “I feel lost”

I'm not sure if this would make you feel any better, but you're not the only one. I've been feeling super estranged from Tumblr for a couple of months and therefore I do not have the courage to interact with anyone really, while that is actually something that would help the situation... I don't know. I sometimes have the feeling that my time on simblr is over? (not on tumblr though LMAO) but then I see people posting amazing stuff (of which you're one!!) and i just ??? TLDR; I love you and your blog and you'll always be one of my favs ;)))))))))) No but seriously, if you ever feel like ranting about tumblr/simblr, feel free to bombard my inbox :)

I HAD NO IDEA ;_; you’re like...so huge and such a role model and I cry at your stuff and I’m just like...pls notice me...and it rly didn’t feel that way so I’m sorry :( I don’t feel like my time is over? But I definitely feel like I’ve peaked years ago and that kinda sucks because I’ve never liked my own stuff more than I do now XD I’d cry if you left tho ;_;

AND PLEASE YOUR STUFF IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE PLEASE SHUT UP (but yes I might actually take you up on that offer)

amixofpixels replied to your post “I feel lost”

ANNIE, I'M SO SORRY YOU FEEL THIS WAY!!! If you ever need a hug, virtual or really, just let me know, and I'll be there. The real might take a little time, as you know different countries and all that but you know. I'm just going to try and make you laugh, if I do it just once, I'm happy. I'd tell you jokes but I'm not very good at those, but I can tell you a short little story about a sims 3 family I made up. I think it's funny but you might not. I'm going to stop replying now, as it's getting too much, even for me. I just love you okay!!! And want you laugh and be happy!

aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA CHELSEA you held it down these last few days and it was so cute thank you ;_; I actually appreciate not hearing jokes in serious times, but I really need you to tell me this story today, and I also need you to please love my lines thank you.

#amixofpixels #monets-pixels #alfalfalegacy #bonnypixels #pixeldemographics #treason-and-plot #twinsimskeletons #riseofthecowplants #riseofthecowplant #replies #non-sims #saviorhide #serious issues

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steroidusr · 8 years ago

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pokemon yellow nuzlocke part 1: How are you Mr. Fucktwo!

anyway so i got the "original pixels collection" cushion and shirt and theyre awesome so, against my better judgment, im gonna play some pokemon yellow in honor of those. btw i am wearing the shirt RIGHT NOW

"gcio you just finished a g1 lp a few months ago" umm :) that was pokemon (en)GREEN, pokemon yellow is totally different :) sweaty

[note: at this time (4/24/17), while i have finished the engreen lp, i still havent finished archiving it. it was originally posted on my private twitter account, where i was mostly focusing on a different game entirely. im currently archiving that game on another blog, but once i get through it, i’ll be able to resume updating sparklball. sorry for the wait!]

so im gonna randomize it of course, but im leaving pikachu as the starter because what's the point otherwise im also going to try REALLY HARD to keep it on my team til the end. usually my starters have always ended up boxed in my lps but not this time, maybe

if you guys have any ideas for rules/challenges/whatever u should suggest them now

＾ワ＾

we meet again, aochider

holy shit a shiny metapod

alright we need a name for fucko-- i mean uh for our all-new protagonist

sweet jesus

nuzlockes and randomized runs are hard enough but both at once is gonna be like... not just hard mode, but Hell Mode

at last, we've achieved pokespe's level of name originality

it might be time to look into retirement, aochider

[for some reason i was under the impression that her favorite was sparklball. cant quite put my finger on why]

having newly acquired his pokemon trainer license, fucktwo immediately did nothing with it and played vidya instead

we'll probably need this

i see he finally moved out of tricky's basement....

reading other people's mail is illegal, fucktwo

how is there even a pikachu here anyw-- randomized, right

yeah crow what's your damage

so we were supposed to get an eevee but crow stole it. tricky didnt raise you to be like this

naming pikachus used to be so easy but alas that is no longer the case

for some reason i can barely hear pikachu's cry on this rom?? fuck

What determines a Pokemon's gender from 1st generation into 2nd gen?

I had a couple 1st gen Pokemon games and when I was playing Pokemon Red and Blue, I used the official Nintendo 64 Transfer Pack to transfer the Pokemon to Pokemon Stadium 2 when it turned out that most of the Pokemon I caught were females. Now it turns out that in the first gen, they NEVER EVER show the genders of the Pokemon and when most of them turned out to be females, I was disappointed and it spoiled my game and made it no longer fun to play. I probably shouldn't have done that. I regret it; it was a stupid move but my games should've been played [etc]

looking for info on game mechanics..... but all i found was sexism

what a story, crow

if you lose the first battle and talk to pikachu he's fuckin PISSED

fortunately i won because im not a loser noob

ok we dont have any pokeballs so until then the first route doesnt count right

talking to npcs is important sometimes

.....i ended up not battling anything on the first route anyway

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noctisdev · 4 years ago

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Okay okay so here's the plan, I'm going to introduce myself in this post and then introduce Temple in the next post.

Warning: I suck at spelling! Sorry.

Heyo, I'm Joyous or Joy. Hm, where to start? I was born in '04, so I'm 17 now. I was born in the "Wonderful" United States of America in a state called Georgia. I was born as Sean a "beutiful" baby boy, with a freakishly large head. Like gosh darn, a HUGE head. Anyways, my brother was born a couple years later. Our parents met in the Navy, married when I was conseived and soon after my brother's birth they divorced. My dad went on tour often, and my mom wasn't there so I was baby sat by my Nana (my dad's mom) until my dad met another newly divorced mother. She had three kids, and my brother and I would be hang out with them as she babysat us. After a while, I don't know how long because I was a child, they started dating. Three years later, when I was 4 and a half they had a child and got married. At the same time my mom had a kid too. We started moving a lot (I've lived in Georgia(twice), Texas(four times), California(once), Arizona(like 5 times), Tennessee(once)). With all the moving I didn't have any friends, nor did I be able to stay in school, so we did home schooling. At around the age of 5 or 6 I started visiting my mom for the summer. Throughout the moving and summer vacations, I played games falling in love with them. I especially loved halo, portal, gears of war, and minecraft when I was growing up. I would make paper versions of games and come up with entirely new ones, that my step-mom would through away (because they were bad). The best non-electric game was a game we called circles, basically a DND lite. You would roleplay as a human who would gain a gem that was magical (and when in use they would make circles, thus the name), then they would adventure.

When I was 11, I moved to Arizona with my mom because she noticed that my knowledge was of a first grader (I was supposed to be in 4th grade). So I started school, and had a lot of trouble learning. We spent hours fighting over homework. After a very hard year of work I finished 4th grade with an A. I still don't know how to read a clock though. Later, around 5th or 6th grade, I started making games with scratch. I remember some very bad fnaf games I made, and a space game where you can't leave your room. In 7th grade I took a computer science class (and an engineering class where I got an A, and taught my teacher stuff, but that's just bragging) because I wanted to code. I incorectly thought my dad was a coder in the navy, but he was a decoder of information. I quickly realized my love for coding, finishing a 1 year long class in a semester. I also found my best friend in that class, and I taught him how to code. We both finished early. I also started experimenting with a game engine called unity. But gave it up quite quickly.

In high-school my best friend and I were accepted into an accelerated computer science class (even though I applied after the dead line). I had to drop out of that high-school because I get sick easily. I had to stay home for 2+ months because I had a very loud constant cough, that distracted the classes. In that time (2019) I picked up unity again but this time I did ✨research✨. Thanks to Brackeys, and BlackThornProd I taught myself to code. I also taught myself basic modeling (thanks to blender guru), even though I couldn't make the cup handle or the donut frosting correctly.

I finished my first game in 2019, it was a really bad speed game, based on brackey's tutorials. Then I quickly made my own platformer game called Light The Way. I started a few other games, dropping one after I got a new idea (I think this happens to most people). I plan on using some of those ideas for future games. I realized that I hated 3D modeling, and so I taught myself to do pixel art thanks to Brandon James Geer. It was a lot of fun.

This is the first thing I ever made, notice the computer is an exact replica from the computer from Pokémon (I got the idea from a video by Mr. Geer). I copied the furniture as well, only building off in the right room. The panda is my stuffed panda I have in person. While I was teaching myself, my now ex, gave me a tablet to try working on and I made this.

I loved the style I came up with that at that moment I decided to make a game, with my mouse because mouse is better (mouse gang). I came up with an idea and made started working on temple.

(While working I tried 3D modeling again and I enjoy it a lot!)

Anyways I moved back with my dad, in texas. In August I plan on starting streaming development on the game.

If you'd like to see my other work you can go to my reddit

If you'd like to talk please join my discord! (Note: I do not talk like this, I am quite bubbly and emotionally charged in my texts. For e.g. "Heyo! Howdy do, I'm doing dandy as candy 🍬") the discord is currently dead, but if you join it won't be!

I also have a YouTube (which im reworking) and a tiktok to teach how and why game development works!

Darn this is long.

#intro #gamdev #independent #inde game #devlog #blog post #pixel art #3d modling

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leonbastralle · 7 years ago

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Flood Of Replies

hey guys! it’s that time of the month again where i feel rly crappy abt all the things so thank you for supporting me and sorry i always make it seem like you’re not enough ♥

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

Shine........ ur gonna hurt urself sleeping with ur glasses like that...... my son

sbfkhabjsfnkjabsnfkajbfaknjfbankfjasd i cRY YOURE RIGHT I FEEL TERRIBLE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: Shine…it’s been a while, hasn’t it? What do you say? S: We boink?...”

Im so proud of these kids

same, how did this happen again

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: Shine…it’s been a while, hasn’t it? What do you say? S: We boink?...”

ANYWAY hows your boink life

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “I can’t believe he’s disposing of his great grandson (and his lover)”

U forgot to include the real trash aka tunglr user pixeldemographics aka catii aka me

ur not getting to shame urself in my comment EVER ur not there ur in the rare elements collection in the labs basement

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Hey, Dadgraab, are you okay? G: Yeah, yeah…I guess I just realised...”

Me, banging my knife on the table: DAD NIGHT dad NIGHT DAD NIGHT

pUT THE KNIFE AWAY THEYRE GETTING ONE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “again? :/”

DADGRAAB MUST B PROTECTED

idk whats wrong man ;_; i think hes having a hard time knowing ppl talk abt his son and his ex sons dicks all the time

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

Pls tell me the douchebag coworker wont go to space with them

hE WONT NOBODY FROM THIS LAB WILL THEY ALL SUCC

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

What a beautiful girl what a beautiful face ❤️

this sounds like a new version of hotel california

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “T: Shine…it’s been a while, hasn’t it? What do you say? S: We boink?...”

#goals

they’re terrible and i love it

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “S: Hey, Dadgraab, are you okay? G: Yeah, yeah…I guess I just realised...”

DAD NIGHT OUT

YESSSS IT’S IN THE QUEUE

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “S: Dadgraab? How about a hug? G: Sure! S: It’s great to work with you,...”

When you get adopted as a dad

he deserves it man ♥

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

👀

hOW RUDE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: Hey Shine, playing with strange fluids again? S: Trellis, this is...”

U sure u dont wanna play with fluids trellis 👀

i cry so much why did i caption this

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “S: Man…I guess I still need some practice…”

Umm Shine I don't think that's the right way to land

it’s Shine’s very own special landing, he’s done it so many times he’s perfected it xD

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Hey, Gulf, guess what? G: What is it, Shine? S: Trellis and I are...”

I too wanna join can i

ajmfbakjsfbnakjfnakjfnaksjfas no you cant id be rly scared

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Hey, Gulf, guess what? G: What is it, Shine? S: Trellis and I are...”

The ANDROMEDA initiative sjsjjqjaqh

nO PLEASE THIS IS V HARMLESS ACTUALLY NOBODY DIES

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Dadgraab? How about a hug? G: Sure! S: It’s great to work with you,...”

.................... i cant mcfucking believe this im crying pls be his son shine let him be happy

;______________; thANK YOU THIS IS YOUR DOING

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Man…I guess I still need some practice…”

HOLY SHIT GIVE HIM THE LANDING THING IM GONNA CRY MY BOOOY IS ENDANGERED

hE HAS IT HE JUST LIKES RISKY MANEUVERS SO HE KEEPS BREAKING STUFF OR GETTING ATTACKED

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “S: Man…I guess I still need some practice…”

Shine, do not put yourself in danger like that.

he can’t help it...

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “S: Dadgraab? How about a hug? G: Sure! S: It’s great to work with you,...”

;__________________________________________________________________________;

I KNOW

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “S: Hey, Gulf, guess what? G: What is it, Shine? S: Trellis and I are...”

You be lazy all you want to, baby girl! We get it. Kinda.

ajshmbfasjkfbaksjfnaks,fsd i guess xD they shouldn’t even be in focus any more

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

I like he's the odd one out, with his green jacket/thing. It's so much better than blue.

it’s great but I’m too lazy to edit it after every promotion so he keeps switching xD talk about inconsistency! but true

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: My father-in-law senses are tingling.”

The only npc with good clothes flame never ceases to amaze me :’)

must i remind u of the glasses/turban/jewelry incident

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “What a day! A clown-president, Salim’s best maid dress friend and a...”

Im still crying abt clown mar how did his wife let him go like that

does she even know shes probably at work or peeing for 2 hrs

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

S c i e n c e!!!!!

i kn O W

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

Trellis looks like she's glowing.

that’s because she is! it’s the tea you drink at these festivals.

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

I lov how theyre so happy but also......... is that penny pizzaz i see 👀

it iS YOUR CHILD ALSO BAAKO STILL

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “What a day! A clown-president, Salim’s best maid dress friend and a...”

A clown is not shirtless.

I know, I know. I wasn’t controlling him XD

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “T: Dadgraab? Does your wife know you’re out wearing this???”

I just like the vanilla's face. 'Ahh yes, the crazy coloured folk are out again. Why aren't I that glorious?' *All the sad faces*

basically, the vanillas are just rly discouraged at this point, i feel them

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “T: My father-in-law senses are tingling.”

Not that I'm complaining, as he is a very pretty man. Also, I'm sorry if I've asked about this before, most of the time, I forget.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “T: My father-in-law senses are tingling.”

Is Flame forever young, because he should be an old man by now.

he can’t ever be an old man it’s impossible, it’s FLAME

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “I literally just sent Trellis to investigate because I saw this...”

Holy sweet days. That looks like a bin on his head. A* glasses though.

he’s wearing a me!

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “I literally just sent Trellis to investigate because I saw this...”

Fashion icon

always my baby

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

Pretty Annie takes pretty pictures.

dANG IT WHY SO SMOOTH CHELSEA

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

That iddy biddy man bun. 😊

he wears it so well doesn’t he ;_;

amixofpixels replied to your post “Malmine’s Day Out In Berry World (And More) - Replies”

It does so don't you worry about it.

GOOD GOOD

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “after today I’ll actually gonna stop spamming sims I can’t take credit...”

😍😍😍 ❤❤❤

i know i know i know ♥ blame @pixeldemographics‘ sim making skills!

amixofpixels replied to your post “I’ve been challenging myself to draw every day for a week and it’s...”

AND THAT CIRCLE, DOT, & 5 STRANDS OF HAIR ARE PERFECT!

skj,fnajnfaksjfnaksjfnasdskdj,fbaks

amixofpixels replied to your post “I heard you wanted to see a weirdo (not)”

And Annie's laptop stop dying so hard, she can't get a new one yet so keep it together man.

the thing is i could but I’m scared of being broke

amixofpixels replied to your post “I heard you wanted to see a weirdo (not)”

Look at that adorable face. <3

;_; aAAAAA

amixofpixels replied to your post “I’ve been challenging myself to draw every day for a week and it’s...”

Zoey, Caleb & Button, Argus & Summer, and my boys. I think that's them all.

amixofpixels replied to your post “I’ve been challenging myself to draw every day for a week and it’s...”

This is going from someone who has had 4 stick figure art works from you.

amixofpixels replied to your post “I’ve been challenging myself to draw every day for a week and it’s...”

DID YOU JUST CALL THEM SAD?!?! THEY ARE AMAZING, AND SO ARE YOU!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KAJSBFNKAJSNFKJASBFNAKJSFNAKS S T O P BUT ALSO DON’T BUT PLEASE STOP ;_; it’s true! those must be all up to this point. But feel free to request more any time!

socialbunnies replied to your post “I’ve been challenging myself to draw every day for a week and it’s...”

they aren't sad sticks! they're adorable!

j,sfnkajsfnkajsbfnkajsfasd thank you ;_; suppose they’re as good as they’ll get when my only tool is a mouse xD

limericksims replied to your photoset

they're so adorable!! 😍

I know right ♥♥ I’m so happy I got to put them in my game!

limericksims replied to your post “I heard you wanted to see a weirdo (not)”

aww, cutie! 😘

i try ;)

limericksims replied to your photoset

bedroom eyes 😏😏

that’s them in a nutshell man, they’re the most gloriously thirsty children i AM IN LOVE

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “local alien cinnamon roll still a cinnamon roll”

CINNAMON ROLL!!!

YESSS A CINNAMON ROLL SAW THE CINNAMON ROLL

ladyanyarose replied to your post “It’s Time For Replies!”

Lol I like to read things from the beginning XD it was really good.

akjbaksjnfaks,sd thank you ;_; that means a lot! i’m glad you enjoyed it ♥

amixofpixels replied to your post “It’s Time For Replies!”

I like you know, it's makes me feel warn inside.

good, please be warm it’s very cold

amixofpixels replied to your photo “elvensimming: I drew some of @romeo-and-simulet’s cuties. that’s...”

AAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY!!!!

i know!!!!

bouquet-of-scissors replied to your post “It’s Time For Replies!”

<i>Trellis</i> may or may not be on the list :3

;) ;) ;)

#pixeldemographics #monets-pixels #alfalfalegacy #amixofpixels #socialbunnies #limericksims #ladyanyarose #bouquet-of-scissors #replies #non-sims #saviorhide

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