#and oh my god :dddddd

[cotton-corduroy]

i hate when i just am so bitterly bitter bitter towards someone and i just wanna bitch but nothing has happened. i just want to SCREAM

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

SILLY ARTIST MAN IS REALLLLLLLLLL

[livelaughlovelams]

I-I tried to keep mysekf secret… but you found me. You’ve found my tumblr.

I looked down into my hands. My rough, pale, once beautiful hands. Nothing had been the same. My own wet tears of despair soaked the grass, my face marred and contorted with emotion.

"could... Could it truly be..."

My voice a mere sough, a mere susurrus.

"P-Pookie?"

[cerisahh]

BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK

I NEED TO READ YOUNG SILCO FICS NYEOWWWW !!!!i’ve never had this much pent up writing material before oh my god i NEEDD DDDDDD D D D D NEED HIM

[mewintheflesh-2]

AWWWWWW CUTEEEEEEEEEEEE <33333333333 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Skyvember Prompt 15: Rest/Vacation

I knew I wanted to do something like this the moment I saw this prompt. On an unrelated note, the newest Team Sky video was amazing as always. Thank you to Mewintheflesh-2 for creating this challenge.

[omegasmileyface]

YIPPEE I FINISHED MY FIRST SONG!!! its not perfect but it is in fact a song!!! :DDDDDD

this is my art for @ecto-implosion 2023! thats a Danny Phantom reverse big bang, which means it was an event where artists would work on an art piece, a fanfiction author would partner up with them and make a fic based off of it, and then everyone would release everything in a short time period— this song is intended to be listenable even if you don't know anything about the show, but it is a fansong from the perspective of Penelope Spectra singing to/about Vlad Masters :3

my partner was @nanaarchy, who made THIS KICK-ASS COMPANION FIC PLEASE READ IT THERES SO MUCH ATTENTION TO DETAIL OH MY GOD!!

and thank you @krzysztofpikes for being a HUUUUUUUGE help with the software and the chords and the mixing and overall just helping me do this thing that i had no idea how to do whatsoever

if you'd like to download the song, you can do that here (srry i didnt upload it to spotify or bandcamp or anything lol), and here's the youtube upload! also, the lyrics are below the cut!

Do you feel that desperation hiding underneath your skin? Do you feel the way that loneliness burns? Do you recognize your actions always stemmed from within? Have you figured out to live and to learn? Do you still fear the sight of needles and the beeping of machines? Still assume people pawns by default? Do you smell that sweet ambrosia hiding underneath your skin? Well, the good thing is it's all your fault The first part of healing is admitting that you're sick and I can almost taste it in the way you move your lips You haven't thought of therapy since when you were a kid That changes now! While I'm here, congratulations on the magazines and house every girl in town lined up but one And what a beautiful blue bedroom, such a shame it's untouched I would bet you'd raise the perfect son Everything somebody could want unless that somebody was you Here you are, still haunted after dawn I bet even if I put him right in front of you, you couldn't rid the world of that pollution show your old friend absolution I'm sure you've noticed by now trauma gave you your start You wouldn't be here if you'd never gotten torn apart Go tell your enemies you're thankful that your heart was eaten by the Green-Eyed Monster! The first part of healing is admitting that you're sick and I can almost taste it in the way you move your lips You haven't thought of therapy since when you were a kid Let me just go ahead and change that now... The first part of grieving is admitting that you're dead so move yourself on over, wrap my teeth around your neck You hadn't thought of therapy 'til I got in your head That's my world now! All these lectures about power... and when were you going to use it? Hmm. That's what I thought.

[chickenkurage]

(DJ in CS <- i guess i'll refer to it as that for now xD)

In my previous asks, I pictured that DJ would be in the story before Arc 3. But also like, somewhere in Arc 2 before 06 took control. I had to reread the story to find a point where it would be natural for them to meet DJ and decided; Alan bumped into DJ during chapter 2 of "Karma's gonna come collect your debt"

When he was making his way back to Victim with the ice cream, Alan bumped into a lost and confused DJ.

DJ's like, "oh shit sorry man" and Alan replied "no no it's alright- wait.. you sound familiar"

DJ furrowed his brow, "..you too."

They have a stare off until DJ broke silence with "Uh sorry does your name happen to be Alan?"

"Yes.. it is, actually. Does YOUR name happen to be.. DJ?"

"IT IS! Dude Alan it's you right?! It's actually you?!!? I'm not imagining you am I??"

And the rest is history. Victim would be confused who this random guy that Alan brought back with him is though lol

Anyway, i'm aware that different situations and different choices result in different outcomes ~3~ so! Either there's a chance that Second is the one who's gonna get abducted (Second angst instead of Alan angst 😞)

or DJ is so confrontational and even throws in a 'your DAAAADDDDDDD (holding out the word to really emphasize it) misses you A LOT', much to the chagrin of Alan who was ready to leave the others alone thinking that they don't like him.

Or option 3; Alan still becomes Halo's fighter, somehow.

What do you think? I just really like it when DJ gets involved in AvA/M fanfics and your Farmer au made me really giddy xD

OH GOD I LOVE THIS!!! XDDD

YOU MADE ME GIGGLE OUT LOUDDDDDDD, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. AND YES DJ BEING CONFRONTATIONAL IS REAL, HE AINT TAKING ANY SHITTTT.

He'd probably ask Vic, Cho and Dark if they are emotionally constipated and stuff and would demand to get a grip XDDD. And i could see him teasing Alan a lot and calling the other sticks "his kids" and would even bring it up in front of the said "kids" LMAOOOOOOO.

With DJ around, it's most less likely for Alan to be Halo's fighter actually, since the mental health decline will never happen with DJ here. And most likely Second would be the one to be preyed on since Canary is much more closer to him and was the one to meet Canary first (SECOND ANGSTTTT)

AND DAMN IT I LIVE FOR THIS IDEA (i love the name "DJ in CS" XDDD) AND THIS CS ALAN AU WILL BE MUCH MORE GOOFIER WITH DJ AROUND.

WE ALSO LOVE FARMER AU SO MUCH HEHEHE, it was an AU that was originally a crack but i love love love love love so much!!! I'm so glad you love it XOOOO I LOVE TO HEAR MORE OF THIS BRANCHED OFF AU AAAAAAAAAA :DDDDDD- S

I MISS FARMER AU TOO - JM

[annimator]

I’m at a loss for words

(This is a lie, this episode was so fucking good and devastating at the same time holy shit-)

• Damn Ivy’s cooking. Thx for reminding me recap

• poor Logan ;-;

• Byeeeee Ted

• Intro still never gets old :>

• FAWK, EVERYONE IN BLUE TEAM’S FUCKED UP AFTER TED LEFT

• NATALIA FEELS BAD FOR LOGAN

• Lynda, I swear to god-

• Richard carried this entire episode fr

• As someone that’s also a swimmer, I related a lot to Logan talking about his skills & swimmers coming up for air. GOD THESE CHARACTERS ARE SO GOOD

• Ngl, Anastasia, Marissa, Isabel, & Natalia would be a great final 4 imo. It’s probably not gonna happen, but an enby can dream :>

• Ofc Anastasia’s still upset towards Lynda. Still understandable tho

• Awwww, Nat still wants to include Logan in their alliance :D

• Marissa’s sad ;-;

• WAIT OMG ANASTASIA WAS GONNA GRASP HER SHOULDER- HOLD UP, WHAT’S WITH ISABEL & NATALIA SMIRKING AT EACH OTHER AFTER THAT

• ok now that I think about it, they probably ship Anarissa as much as me lol

• OKAY THIS CONVERSATION IS GENUINELY MY FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE EPISODE. IT’S PROBABLY TIED WITH TRISTAN TELLING ZAID THEY’RE NON-BINARY AS MY FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE SEASON SO FAR

• Marissa’s so hard on herself fml ;-;

• “I won’t betray my morals to win… on or off the battlefield” Good for her

• SHE CALLED HER ANA AGAIN OH MY GOD

• She was gonna enlist in the military because of expectations, I felt that so hard

• MARISSA’S ENTIRE MONOLOGUE IN THIS SCENE WAS AMAZING. HATS OFF TO HER VA

• THE HAND HOLDINGGGGGG

• “Oh, Marissa, you could never become that. From day one you’ve seen me as an actual person, not a Barbie doll. Seeing you take charge, not once underestimating me, makes me want to follow you into any battle.” Girl, you could’ve just told her that you love her /j

• “Whatever your decision, I’ll stand by you.” “Really?” “I mean it.” HOW DID THEY NOT KISS AFTER THIS. THEY HAD FUCKING SPARKLES IN THEIR EYES

• Also love that Anastasia said those last words in Russian. I love seeing characters implement other languages besides English in this show :>

• I LOVE THAT THEY CONTINUED TO SHOW HANNAH & DIEGO’S BOND AFTER LAST EPISODE. YIPPEEEEEE

• Hannah’s acting like a little shit, I love it lol

• “Diego is such a breath of fresh air. I feel like he’s the first person in the game to truly get me!” Oh no, I don’t like where this is going

• Ohhhhh, Benji was making an idol! It looks like shit dude, I’m so sorry

• “I know I’m not the poker player, but there’s a reason he’s still in, right?” Benji, I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this

• ZAID & IVY CLOCKED HIM SO HARD LMAOOOOO

• MORE ZAIVY CRUMBS >:DDDDDD

• Did anyone notice that Ivy’s been acting kinda… off? She said she wants to prove that Hollywood doesn’t turn you into an asshole, but she’s been poking fun at Benji a lot…

• They’re acting’s pretty cute, they’re totally canon :>

• “So, it’s Benji if we lose.” “Then Hannah, we got two shields.” OKAY EVEN IF I LIKE BENJI A LOT, I’M FINE IF HE GETS OUT, BUT WDYM HANNAH

• DIEGO DOESN’T WANT HANNAH TO GET OUT. THANK YOU BRO

• “Spencer, a word?” I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING

• “Hmm, you guys think they’re making out?” LMAOOO IVY

• “Ah, oh young love.” ngl I thought Ivy said this when I saw the trailer, but the fact that is was Tristan makes the line EVEN BETTER >:DDDDD

• THEY’RE STILL TAUNTING ZAID ABOUT HIS CRUSH ON IVY, NOBODY COULD EVER MAKE ME HATE YOU TRISTAN

• “He made it clear he’s not interested in Diego. Well, he is, and he isn’t. I dunno, but he’s smart enough to not pursue it.” I uh… I still don’t like where this is going

• IM SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT

• HE REALLY WANTS HANNAH TO STAY IN. OMGGGG

• AAAAAA HE’S HOLDING SPENCER’S HANDS

• ONC FUCKING BAITED US. I THOUGHT HE WAS CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE TRAILER

• “Diego…” “Spence?” AAAAPNFIPQWFQEIFPNEWNGPIEWBGPIQEHGIPQEBG

• HE WENT IN FOR THE KISS- aw man it didnt happen ;-;

• OH MY GOD NO, THEY’RE IN A FUCKING MISUNDERSTANDING

• Spencer’s gay pancaking so hard lmao

• “Is it, um… Is it bad that I want it to happen again?” NO. NO IT ISN’T

• “What was that?! What was that?! I was tryin to save Hannah, and my emotions got in the way again, and… Oh, no… Maybe Jade is right! Maybe falling for someone in this game… isn’t a good idea.” I need to shoot somebody

• IM CRYING, BENJI JUST MUTTERED “FUCK” AFTER HE REALIZED TED GOT ELIMINATED

• Challenge sounds interesting. Richard’s gonna have a blast with this one

• “This is the once-flourishing corn maze, where we would see plenty of kids get lost and forgotten. Hehe!” Trevor?????

• Ofc Anarissa’s holding onto the blue team’s hoop together after THAT scene

• Logan’s still hurt after what happened last elimination during the challenge ;-;

• Oooooo, Nat & Isa are getting into a small arguement. Isabel’s having too much fun with gaslighting when it comes to the idol

• uh oh, animation error- WAIT OMG SPENCER & DIEGO FEEL SO AWKWARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED, FAWK

• “Hell yeah!” Isabel, what was that

• IM CRYING, DIEGO FORGOT HE WAS IN A CHALLENGE WHEN SPENCER SHOWED UP

• “I don’t think Diego… is an ally anymore. He’s… he’s my liability.” OH GOD NO, NOT THE ANGSTY DOOMED[?] YAOI.

• Tristan’s teasing Ivy now lol.

•”Hmm, I think he might be into you :D!” I guess he’s kinda cute. I like that he’s tall, and he can cook, and the bead isn’t hurting any eyes.” YAYAYAYAYAYY

• ���But it won’t work out.” WDYM

• GIRL HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF OPPOSITES ATTRACT. WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YA HAVE DIFFERENT VALUES. STOP THE “BETTER OFF AS FRIENDS” BULLSHIT

• BENJI GOT HIT IN THE BALLS AGAIN LMAO

• MORE ANARISSA CRUMBS WOOOOO

• “Thanks for earlier, by the way, really.” AWWWWWWWW

• YEAAAA HANNAH >:D

• oh yeah that’s right, Richard’s a basketball player turned coach. He’s gonna hard carry this for the blue team.

• “Is everything OK, homie?” I’d honestly say smth like this tbh lol :>

• DAMN DIEGO’S FUCKING STRONG

• Trevek keeps glancing at each other throughout this episode (GAYYYYYYYY)

• “As a matter of fact, no. I wanted to extend an olive branch””I’m not buying that. I voted for Anastasia!” Fuck you Lynda (tbh my opinions on her are pretty love/hate-ish as of recently)

• Marissa did it :D Lynda’s on good terms with her :D Lynda’s gonna abuse this isn’t she?

• RICHARD YOU SHOW OFF

• “How couldn’t I, looking into his big beautiful, lens-covered eyes? I came here to experience how beautiful the world could be, and it found it— him. I had to seize my opportunity.” GODDDDDD

• “You need to talk to Spencer honestly. No more flirting games.” “You’re right” y’all

• RICHARD CLUTCH

• WAIT OMG, ANASTASIA & MARISSA HUGGED EACH OTHER. THOSE FUCKIN SPARKLES IN THEIR EYES ARE BACK

• WAIT THAT SCENE FROM THE THUMBNAIL DIDN’T EVEN HAPPEN. DID JARED & ROBERT JUST MAKE IT TO PISS OF HOMOPHOBES AND MAKE YAOI BAIT???

• Silly Billy’s having too much fun voicing Trevor & I love it

• Hannah, I was thinking the same thing about Benji’s “idol” lol

• “I might’ve gotten Zaid & Ivy to see it. They could have bought it.” They didn’t Benji. They didn’t

• SPENCER WANTS TO VOTE OUT DIEGO BECAUSE HE’S A MENTAL/EMOTIONAL LIABILITY. GOD

• Spencer & Jade’s alliance is getting testy? I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING DOUBLE CROSS HIS GAY BRITISH ASS JADE-

• wait what, who said that

• WAIT HOLY SHIT TRISTANNAH CRUMBS. LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY LOOKED WHEN HANNAH SAID THAT THEY & ZAIVY HAVE THE ABILITY TO THROW OFF SPENCER & JADE

• IVY?????? YOU DID NOT HAVE TO BE THAT RUDE TO HIM, BUT THAT “FUCKING STICK” LINE WAS HILARIOUS

• OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDD

• “Spence!” “Y-yeah?” “I want to apologize. About earlier, I-” “It’s fine. I’m sure it was an honest mistake.” “No, no it wasn’t. I like you, Spencer. I like you quite a lot. You’re driven, funny, and you hide such a big heart. I’d didn’t expect to meet someone so wonderful here. And I… was… hoping… you felt the same.” I NEED TO BE SEDATED, PLEASE

• “My heart tells me we can keep playing this game and go far! Together. Do you trust me?” “…We’re voting Benji tonight.” SPENCER.

• “Fuck! I- I can’t do this.” YEAH, YOU SHOULD FEEL CONFLICTED FOR DOING THAT. GO SIT IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID

• Spencer going to Ivy for a favour? This is gonna screw him over in the future, trust me guys

• OH GOD. THERE’S SO MUCH GODAMN ANGST

• DIEGO STILL DOESN’T WANT TO VOTE SPENCER MY FUCKING GODDD

• HANNAH MENTIONED TRISTAN, THIS COUNTS AS A TRISTANNAH CRUMB TO ME YALL

• I love Hannah & Diego’s friendship sm. Rlly grew on me!

• HELP WHY IS DEREK READING OFF A SCRIPT. ALSO YEA, WHO TF WROTE THAT

• EVERYONE BESIDES BENJI DIDN’T HAVE A HAPPY FACE WHEN THEY WERE VOTING. FAWK

• im scared for this y’all

• Oh god.

• OH GODDDDDDD

• FUCK FUCKFUCK FUKC

• IM GONNA SHOOT SOMEBODY

• “Yes! I’m saved! I mean- Sorry, Diego.” BENJI, PART OF ME’S ALSO GLAD YOU AREN’T OUT, BUT READ THE ROOM MY GUY

• JADE’S PISSED AT SPENCER OH FUCK

• “Hey, remember what I told you, okay?” “No goodbye. Only see you later.” DUDE.

• HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE ANY HARD FEELINGS, AND ZAID & TRISTAN FELT BAD ABOUT SEEING HIM GO. DIEGO JUST WANTS HIS TEAM TO BOUNCE BACK. THEY REALLY CAN NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU DIEGO

• “You know… after everything… I still didn’t vote for you.” WHO. THE FUCK. DECIDED TO PUT THIS LINE INTO THE SCRIPT. I NEED TO PERSONALLY TALK TO THEM

• Someone on twt said Diego played the game with his heart, and wounded up getting his heart broken and it DOESN’T MAKE HIS ELIMINATION EASIER TO HANDLE, WHAT THE FUCK-

• “Even for a million dollars, Spencer couldn’t control his true emotions. Now he’s MY liability.” YEA GET HIS ASS JADE

• IVY HAVING A STRATEGIC/VILLAIN ARC? THAT WASN’T ON MY BINGO CARD

• I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR BULLSHIT SPENCER, YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT VOTING HIM OUT. YOU WEREN’T SMILING LIKE A LITTLE SHIT WHEN YA SAID THIS GAME’S JUST GETTING STARTED

• OKAY, DESPITE ALL THE ANGST, THIS WAS A FUCKING AMAZING EPISODE. PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE SO FAR THANKS TO ALL THE SHIPPING CONTENT AND STUFF

• Also friendly reminder… WE’RE ONLY ON EPISODE FUCKING 5. AND NEXT EPISODE’S SUPPOSEDLY GONNA BE ANOTHER MUSICAL ONE FROM WHAT JARED SAID ON TWT. GOD I AM SO EXCITEDDDD

• aight, new Elimination Devastation ranking

4th - Amelie

3rd - Ted

2nd - Alessio

1st - Diego (YEAH, IT WAS THAT FUCKING SAD FOR ME. RUNNING ME OVER WITH A TRUCK WOULD’VE HURT LESS)

• Anyways, I have a comment to make on Spencer’s audition vid

[animentality]

heyheyhey idk if u know how cool and important it is to have a badass assassin story with something other than cis gays and have it be Not a Big Deal but,,, it’s literally one of the first legit published books I’ve ever found like it?? And in a genre that I love??? And written well?? And genuinely funny as fuck?? Idk I’ve never seen an enby that gets to exist without it being A Tragic Plot Point or something To Overcome so thank u??? Like so much???? I can’t tell u how much???? I definitely didn’t cry at all about it nope not even once

:DDDDDD omg, my heart started pumping faster when I saw this ask. I am always so giddy when people talk to me about my books, especially the specifics about characters and tone and things they liked!

Yeah, I wanted to include every goddamn color in the pride flag!!

Pansexual/ bisexual assassins, nonbinary demons, a transgender assassin, an unrealistic number of gay and lesbian demon summoners! That's my fantasy world. It's not talked about, because it's simply normal.

Irvine in particular I adore because I am nonbinary myself, but also because they are just so powerful, and they don't even know just how much yet!

I always disliked how many nonbinary characters in fantasy and sci fi are just token "they/them" body guards, robotic or asexual leaning non-humans, or quiet, unassuming love interests who only exist to show a character is pansexual or something.

Irvine was my love letter to my own identity because I thought hey what if there was a nonbinary character who just fucks shit up, every time they appear? What if there was an enby who just kicks ass and is sexily never showing their face, and wears a badass hood all the time?

And then Irvine was born. My little storm demon :)

Also, I don't know if you ever saw the commissioned art, but I will post it in this ask for your viewing pleasure:

so glad you love my child. my baby blorbo.

who i intend to put through the wringer, lemme tell you, because i like to put all my favorite characters through it.

So glad you find it unique too! I honestly was feeling so badly about it, after months of querying and beta swapping, and getting feedback from dozens of people who only found things to criticize as being too strange or too different or stylistically confusing.

I went through a year of being told it wasn't good, and-and I'm a little emotional and overcome with appreciation and gratitude to all the people who not only bought or downloaded the book while it was free, but who also actually read the whole thing, and found it GOOD.

Like people...think i...write well??? oh gosh. oh god.

chills.

The asks I get keep me going through this mundane, dull little world. They give me something to look forward to, in between the doldrums of normalcy...

They also validate me for thinking someone...someone out there must find this good...

Thanks for taking the time to send this ask :))) it means the world to me.

I save them all in my drafts so I can look at them when I'm sad...

Also, THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THAT THE BOOK IS FUNNY.

in between the angst and the action and the blood-filled fist fighting and crazy sniper/melee battles, there is a lot of dark comedy!

I love dark comedy. I love satire.

As much as I love being edgy, I think a story without any humor at all is unbearable.

I want you to hurt with my characters...but you should also laugh with them! Laugh at them! Be amused by their stupidity...or by their cleverness.

Be charmed by their vulnerability, but also their insane, abnormal, bizarre points of view!

AAAAH, I'm so glad you found it funny AND heart-breaking!

That is exactly what I want every story of mine to be.

Thank you thank you thank you for this ask!!

Link to referenced book here, for all the poor spectators who have to see me blubbering like a child.

Please leave a review on Amazon/Goodreads if you haven't already, but if you have, thank you for that too! Every review helps me out so much!

[anxi-aashi]

high seas and gnoses (pt 2)

previous chapter | current chapter | next chapter

tartaglia x gn!reader

words: 3.1k

warnings: cursing, mentions of death and blood

summary: somewhere out there is a dragon that thinks you stole its treasure. who better to help you return it than a pirate captain with an addiction to adrenaline?

a/n: heyyyyyyyyyyy :DDDDDD sorry i ghosted for like... oh shit was it 9 months???? whoopsies hahahaha anyways i graduated college and i have a full time job now so life is lifing a bit but i do really like this concept i have going so by GOD idc how long it takes me i WILL see this through. ALSO if u read the first chapter back when i first posted it u might want to skim it rq cause i made some edits that pertain to this latest update. anywhooooo thanks for sticking around and i hope u enjoy this chapter!!!!!! im a lot happier with my plan for the story now that I've had some time away from it and im super excited to share it w u guys :)) happy new year!!!

Tartaglia was… an interesting man. And by interesting, you meant insufferable.

You didn’t think he’d be like… this. Where you were from, deep in the heart of Natlan, pirates were the stuff people talked about over a drink at the town bar while the little ones were asleep. What ports had been hit recently, if there were any import shortages to worry about— and, of course, drunk people always loved a good battle story. 

Tartaglia was the kind of pirate that made an appearance in almost any pirate story you heard. Childe: Captain of his namesake, the Childe of Abyss. The man who cut down armies with his daggers like they were nothing but water. The man who died and rose again from the Abyss itself. Who, in a gruesome battle with an otherworldly god, used his beastly alternate warrior form and wiped an entire nation from existence.

They were all clearly exaggerated, but the rumors had built up an image of a hulking man, hardened by countless years of battle and adventure, body hair everywhere, a stink mean enough to rival his temper from months away at sea at a time. 

But from where you sat on the deck of his ship, laboring away at the laundry you’d been assigned under the heat of the sun, all you saw was a rowdy lapdog: too chipper too often, and always sniffing around in something he wasn’t supposed to. All bark, no bite.

You paused in your efforts to wipe a bead of sweat from your brow. Part of you considered dunking your head in the bucket of soapy water to cool off, but then again, you didn’t know what diseases might be hiding in there, now.

Across the deck, Targtaglia’s crew gathered around him. You couldn’t hear the conversation, but ever since they had emerged from the mess hall, you hadn’t seen a single smile from anyone. They may have been pirates, but if there’s one thing you’d learned from them in your day or so of being on board, it was that they knew how to have fun. Which meant the topic of the meeting they were having, was most certainly not.

Your desire to cool off got the better of you and you let the wet garment plop to the floor as you scooped up a handful of water and splashed your face with it. 

“Ah, comrade! Just where I left you.”

When you removed your hands from your face, Tartaglia stood over you, sporting a cheery grin. “You busy?”

“You were the one who put me on laundry duty, comrade,” you deadpanned.

He frowned. “That’s my thing… Anyway, it's not going anywhere. Follow me!”

Hey, you didn’t have to be told twice. Ditching your task, you wiped your face of any errant water and trailed behind him as he led you to his quarters.

Surprisingly, Tartaglia’s room was fairly organized. Like Beidou’s, a desk took up a large amount of space, though it was pushed up against a wall where a large map of Teyvat hung. On the opposite wall was the bed, leaving the center of the room kept clear, save for a pair of boots and sheathed daggers. 

Tartaglia crossed the room and plopped into the large chair poised by his desk, grabbing a piece of wood that had been previously peeled and shaped into a formless blob. He drew a dagger seemingly out of nowhere and began to whittle the wood down absentmindedly. “So,” he began, “Though I am thrilled to have you aboard, my crew’s been asking a lot of questions about why you’re here.”

“You don’t say.” 

“So I have to ask,” he continued. Wood shavings sprinkled around him, littering his lap and the floor. You wondered if that was what snow looked like. “Where are we going?”

Your eyes snapped away from the shavings. A good question, but one you didn’t quite have an answer for. You opted to stall. “Where are any of us going?”

He sighed, aiming a look of tired amusement your way. “I hate to break to you, comrade, but I’m probably the only one on this ship who finds you entertaining.” The dagger he whittled with halted between his gloved fingers, end pointing at you leisurely. “What I did the other day, I don’t do. Ever. So right now, you have an entire crew of stir-crazy pirates wondering what makes you special.” 

What a coincidence. You were wondering the same thing. 

Tartaglia continued, bringing his dagger back to carve a few final touches to his sculpture. “I told them in our meeting today about the rich guy you stole from, but some of them weren’t entirely convinced.” He slid his dagger into a thigh sheath and set down his piece of wood on his desk. “I need to give them something tangible. Something to imagine, to look forward to, and—” this time, his finger pointed— “something to keep their minds off of you.”

The gesture allowed you to see what form the wood had taken under his tutelage; It was a small mechanical figurine, much more intricate than you had expected. Almost like a children’s toy.

“Liyue,” you said.

“... You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

You sighed, resigned. “That’s all I have.” You wished it weren’t. But the visions that came to you every night of reptilian amber eyes and fur that could’ve been mistaken for flames only instilled in you a sinking feeling of being watched. The Geo Lord, Stone God of Liyuean culture, Father of Wealth and Contracts had no intention of being found— you were not the hunter in this situation. 

Not to mention you weren’t even sure if it was the Lord of Geo that sent them to you. The only reason you knew the gnosis was Geo was due to the floating diamond symbol etched in the glass and the surge of confidence that overtook you when you held it. Based on the myths of the gnoses, each was guarded by a dragon of the matching element. If the gnosis you had really was the Geo gnosis, then you could only assume the dragon was in the land of Geo.

Tartaglia sighed and slouched a bit in his chair. With the friction against the chair, his hair ruffled comically out of place, and it struck you in that moment just how young he probably was. How did he get here? Where was his family? Did he have siblings? A spouse?

He spoke again, snapping you away from your thoughts. “So… let me get this straight. You’ve got something that’s not yours, from someone whose name you… don’t know…? ” You shook your head. “And you don’t know where they live.”

“... Yeah.”

The two of you sat in silence. You eyed Tartaglia, carefully analyzing his facial expression for any sign that you were about to be murked. His eyes flicked up to yours. “You are the strangest thief I have ever met.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, bracing yourself for whatever reaction you were about to get. “I didn’t steal it.”

Tartaglia barked out a laugh. “God, I hate that I can tell you’re being serious.” He shook his head and sat up in his seat. “Alright. Liyue, huh? You said the owner of your chess piece—”

You rolled your eyes. Guess you were in the clear.

“—was ‘very, very rich.’ How do you mean?”

You hummed to yourself, thinking back to all the flashes of a glowing cavern you saw in your visions. “They’re… a bit of a collector. Lots of old artifacts and knick-knacks.”

Tartaglia’s eyes lit up. “Fantastic!” he grinned. “I have a plan, then.”

You perked up at that. “Really? What?”

A shout sounded from outside. Both your heads snapped to the door, whatever plan Tartaglia had been about to mention now skittered down the list of priorities.

With the combined chaos beginning on deck and the layer of wood muffling the crew’s shouts, all you could make out was “—Deer!” It didn’t make any sense to you. How could a deer have made its way to the middle of the ocean?

But Tartaglia seemed to understand just fine. His face dropped into a grimace, a hushed “Fuck” slipping from his mouth. He was out the door before you could ask more, leaving you no choice but to follow aimlessly after.

Breaching the surface of the ship, you were able to discern the problem fairly quick: it came in the form of a ship somehow even larger than the Abyss, with a figurehead in the shape of a child cradling a heart to its chest, and planks allowing its crew to cross over to your side.

It wasn’t hard to pick out the captain this time. The only one with the self-confidence needed to lead a ship was a short man— an actual short man, this you could tell— sporting a wide-brimmed red and gold hat and a resting bitch-face that only worsened upon laying eyes on Tartaglia.

The latter-mentioned man threw his arms open in greeting. Though his back was turned to you, you could hear the wide grin shine through his voice when he spoke: “Scara! Good to see ya, comrade!”

“Scara” did not look happy to see him. He crossed his arms over his chest and cut straight to the point. “What the fuck are you doing here.” 

Tartaglia seemed to be playing your same innocent-until-proven-guilty angle. “On my ship? What’s blood doing on a sword?” 

Scara was not amused. “In Sumeru. You’re in my territory and you know it.”

“Yeesh, calm down, captain. I promise we were just passing through.”

“Is boarding a ship in my waters ‘Just passing through?’” He seethed.

Tartaglia’s facade dropped with a sigh. “The Alcor was one ship. We needed supplies, and now we’re moving on. I know how stingy you are about your ports, don’t worry.”

“I don’t think you understand.” Were the other captain’s eyes… glowing? “You raided a ship in my territory, which means those ‘supplies’ belong to me.” 

Tartaglia scoffed and crossed his arms. “You can’t put your name on the ocean, comrade. That haul is ours.”

You noticed the rest of Tartaglia’s crew shifting restlessly. Hands hovered near holsters, feet planted at shoulder width. As if anticipation was contagious, you found yourself inching backward, closer to the railings of the Abyss. You would swim ashore and complete your journey on foot if you had to. (And within the first two days of leaving home for the first time in your life, you had managed to encounter the same amount of pirate plunders. Maybe you weren’t meant for this life.)

Scara’s violet eyes flicked over to you at your movement. Inside your chest, something pulls. Your fingers twitch into your pocket, feeling for the gnosis. It vibrated softly. 

A smirk twitched on the shorter man’s lips. “Let’s call it a tax then. Like civilized people.” His arm shifted, and you noticed the small, but very sharp throwing knife he held to Tartaglia’s gut. “I’ll be generous. Hand them over—” his head ticked toward you— “and we can forget this blight on our truce.”

Tartaglia’s shoulders tensed. He glanced over at you. Then at your hand in your pocket. His brows furrowed and he turned back to Scara. “Fuck you,” he said.

The captain’s smirk shifted into a sneer. “Have it your way.”

A deafening BOOM rattled the sky and through your heart and oddly, you were reminded of all the times you tapped on the glass of a pet fish’s bowl. Never again. All your organs seemed to shrink in on themselves, making you feel inhumanely lighter— or maybe that was because of the airtime you got from the following CRACK that split the air… and the hull of the Abyss.

Your body slammed into the deck, knocking the wind out of you. You gasped, tears springing from your eyes from the strain of dragging air back into your lungs. The death rattle that was your breathing, paired with the eerie screech that seemed to come from inside your left ear became your whole world as you blinked through your blurred vision and smoke that wafted through the air. 

You forced yourself to sit up and were instantly greeted with a warzone. Pirates silently screaming, pirates clashing swords, pirates killing each other, pirates already killed, all to the symphony of heart-stopping groans coming from the heart of the Abyss. 

In the midst of it all, were the two captains.

You often saw fights in books described as dances, with performers so skilled at their craft they made even the most brutal battles look elegant. But there was nothing graceful about how Tartaglia fought. He was ruthless, deadly, terrifying, bloodthirsty, hell in human form, and the furthest thing from a rowdy lapdog.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

As they twirled around with maniacal grins painted on their faces, Scara hurled metal stars through the air and skittered so swiftly around the deck he nearly hovered, though Tartaglia evaded his attacks as if the entire fight was choreographed in an elaborate stage play. He closed in on Scara in a matter of seconds, poising his twin daggers with the intent to kill. 

Another BOOM and the entire ship shuddered from the force of another cannonball finding its home in the Abyss. The ship’s groans and creaks rivaled that of a dying animal, and you didn’t have to be a sailor to know that the Childe of Abyss was sinking. 

That revelation was what kicked you into gear. Your ears were bombarded by a sudden rush of sound and finally, you could breathe. You stumbled to your feet, swaying with the ship as the ocean lulled it to sleep. 

You shoved your hand into your pocket— still there— and stole a glance at the captains once more.

You shouldn’t have done that.

Scara’s eyes snapped to you from where he braced himself against the Abyss’s railing on the opposite side of the ship. This time you were sure that his eyes were glowing. Tartaglia leaned next to him, probably recovering his balance from the second attack on his ship. The back of his head leaked red.

Scara began stumbling over to you at a faster pace than you would’ve liked. “GIVE IT TO ME!” he screamed. 

You didn’t need clarification to know what he was referring to. How he knew about the gnosis didn’t matter. You turned on your heel, broke into a sprint, and jumped.

—

Given how scorching hot Sumeru’s desert was rumored to be, you had it in your head that its waters would be equally warm. 

They were not.

Your swim to shore was miserable, but you were still alive. Shivering, despite the heat that would no doubt get to you sooner than later, you shuffled through the waves and wet sand until you were finally on solid ground again. 

The first feel of dry sand had you collapsing from exhaustion. Weakly, you spat the gnosis out onto the ground, saliva clinging to it from the time it spent in your mouth as you swam for your life. You hoped it wouldn’t have any lasting effects on your health, but it was too late now.

You rolled over on your back and breathed. The sky was clear. A nice blue. Light smoke feathered into your line of sight.

Burning. You sat back up.

From the shores of the Sumeru desert, you watched as the Balladeer completed a victory lap around the Childe of Abyss, now halfway underwater. You weren’t sure when a fire started, but regardless, the sails were all but gone. Against the backdrop of open waters and distant hollering, the horn of the Childe of Abyss now pointed skyward. It was almost comical, how quickly your excursion away from home had gone south.

But the sun was past its height of the day, and sinking fast. You couldn’t afford to mourn your journey any longer. 

You reached down to scoop up the gnosis. You didn’t bother to brush the sand off of it.

Your gaze turned inland. Before you, stretched more sand. Piles and mounds and hills and dunes of endless sand. Some rocks and cliffs. Then more sand.

“I want to sit back down,” you muttered. But unless you wanted to die, all you could do was walk. 

Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of orange.

You snapped your attention toward it, enough adrenaline still lingering in your system to keep you alert.

Tartaglia. 

You watched in amazement and disbelief as he stumbled to shore, feet sloshing through beach foam and seaweed. He had shed a few layers of clothing, probably to keep from sinking under their weight while he swam. He dripped mostly water from every extremity, except for his hair, which tinted the sand red with every drop that fell from the ember tufts. Your first thought was that it wasn’t his blood, not with the voracity with which he fought on the ship. How could anyone have landed such a blow to him? 

And yet, any blood splatter would have been cleansed by the ocean on his way to shore. Which left only one option.

With a mind of its own, your foot took a step forward. 

“Captain?” you called.

The captain of the ship lost to the seas at least had enough awareness to recognize his title. He tilted his head up only enough to see you through the drenched hair covering his eyes. He looked half-dead, clearly running on spite with a delirious, slightly psychotic look in his eye. A grin spread across his face.

Like an uncured clay pot its creator wasn’t satisfied with, Tartaglia crumpled to the ground.

“Oh— my god—” you said it as more of a reflex than anything. You sprinted to his side, praying that you hadn’t just witnessed another death.

You dragged him the rest of the way out of the waves by some feat of strength and turned him over on his back.

Eyes closed, Tartaglia’s body weakly shook with quiet laughter. 

You knew in the back of your head that something was clearly wrong with him— you didn’t need to see his bloodied crown to know that. But you couldn’t help but stare at the glee that radiated from this pirate on the brink of death.

His eyes cracked open to meet yours. “Don’t worry, comrade,” he whispered through his tittering, “my plan still works without a boat.”

And his face went slack. 

A flare of panic rang through you, but his pulse told you he had just passed out.

Pirates.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Hi I really love your save everyone au and it has me hyper fixated on it for a week now! My personal question is does Angel ever have nightmares about the factory and their ptsd so badly that they actually wake up and start crying? How would the toys react? Also, how would the toys react if they found out Angel had any self harming coping mechanisms? (Sorry if that is too sensitive, I actually have self harmed myself when I felt like my existence was just making everyone around me miserable. And a I was going through a lot of stress at the time. I am actually 1 month clean now which I am super proud of. I hope you have a wonderful day and I appreciate you reading and potentially responding to my ask :DDDDDD

You got hyperfixated?! Oh my God 🥺💝😭!!!! I'm so glad you have been enjoying it, please don't be afrad to send me more asks and interact with my posts! I saw your comment on the AO3 fanfic and it made my day!

BEFORE WE START THIS, I just want to let you know that I'm so proud of you for going one entire month clean!!!!! YOU CAN DO THIS!!!! The answer will be under the cut just for the safety of other people reading this, so let's go!

In the past, when my own trauma was still super fresh and I was alone, I unfortunately also had problems relating to self-harm and bad coping mechanisms. It was bad!!!! I have been clean for some time as well, thankfully, but I have been projecting some of that trauma juice(tm) over the toys, Prototype and Angel. And Angel, oh, dear...

I imagine they get some Awful nightmares. They had some during the past decade, but Angel thought of them more as stress dreams than "proper" nightmares related to their PTSD from their coworkers going missing. After the rescue, however, they do get actual nightmares related to their new trauma. They involve the toys being captured and/or taken away from Angel, Angel failing to save them, and the toys they couldn't save staring at them and asking them why didn't they come to the factory during those 10 long, long years. I think it's a matter of time until Angel can't prevent themself from waking up when another toy is already awake and breaking down in tears. Angel would try putting on a brave face, smiling softly as they always do and trying to help the toy to go back to sleep, but it doesn't work.

I think that the first one to see Angel like this is Dogday. Angel wakes up trying to reach to something - or rather, someone -, thinking for a moment their kids were taken away from them. Dogday asks them what's up, Angel tries to brush it off, but they're already crying at this point before Dogday gives them a hug.

When Angel eventually wakes up (Dogday is still good at luring others to sleep, despite all the horrors), they apologize to Dogday, but the big pup is already on high alert for what Angel has next. He tells Poppy, Mommy Long Legs, Delight and Catnap about it so everyone can make a plan on how to comfort Angel. They inevitably wake up in tears again some days later, but this time Dogday isn't the only one awake. I think that the older toys all hug Angel, because they know what it's like to be like this and they want to give Angel some of the kindness they gave to them. Angel ends up breaking down in tears before thanking the group.

During the decade post-HoJ, Angel did develop some self-harm habits. They have some scars they gave themself, and one really nasty one on their belly area from the time they got themself drunk and fell down on some glass. After that, Angel's family begged them to go to therapy. They still drink and still like drinking, but they never got to the point they were before. They also quit self-harm and have been doing clean for around 6 years before returning to the factory.

After the rescue, I think Angel's bad habits creep out again with drinking, some smoking and them overworking themself to take care of the toys. This time they're able to do a work-around their smoking and drinking problems before they could get as bad as before, but it's the toys and the Prototype who have to force Angel to sit down before scolding them with phrases like "how are you supposed to be the parent if you don't rest??? Uh???? UHHH????"

Angel's skin also gets really bad whenever they're stressed - the problem started from their first big trauma -, and post-rescue it sometimes comes back. Angel is more annoyed than worried at this point in time, thankfully.

I think Prototype is the first to take notice of Angel's scars. It's when Angel goes to "visit" him to drink a tiny bit and talk about the kids. It's summer, and Angel takes off their shirt and is only with a pair of baggy shorts + a binder Crafty made for them. The conversation is going as normal as it could be, when all of a sudden Proto just GRABS Angel's arm and asks them about the scars. Angel sighs. "These are old", Prototype takes notice. "Far too old and clean".

"You know why, don't you?", Angel asks. "I did those myself".

"Why?"

There's a pause. Angel sighs. "Because that's everything that helped me deal with the pain of losing all of my coworkers", they confess, not wanting to sound accusatory, not wanting to feel like a coward for doing that instead of running back to the factory (but again, Angel was never a coward. It's the trauma reshaping their own view of themself). "I got better. I don't do this anymore, the kids aren't at risk of my own lack of care for myself".

Prototype is silent for a moment. "I did no ask because of the children. I asked because of you".

Then, he points at his own body, both at the flesh and the wires and metal that made him himself. And although the hut's lights aren't the strongest, Angel can see some marks.

"I was often careless on purpose", Proto confesses. "Focusing on the physical pain helped more than remembering the children I doomed due to my own egoism. Protecting the few I could was all that mattered. I did not care about this body. Sometimes, I still don't".

Angel nods. They both understand what it is like. The human then drinks from their bottle of water, staring at nothing.

"It did get better for me", they tell the Prototype. "Been clean for seven years at this point. One day your scars will be old, too".

Prototype, too, drinks water. "You give me no option but to believe in your words, Angel".

"Good", they nod. "Your only way is up. Never down".

"Or, at least, never as down as we both were in the past".

That's when the human smiles. "That, too".

I can imagine one day during the summer where the family is playing with water guns and throwing water balloons at each other when a toy (maybe Bobby, Poppy, Catnap or even Bunzo) points at one of Angel's scars, asking them if they got that at the factory, and Angel takes one look at the almost-gone cut before replying that it wasn't because of the family's rescue, but something they did to themself post losing their coworkers. "I wasn't feeling well", they explain. "And doing that helped me deal with the pain, even though it hurt me. But I got better. I don't hurt myself anymore".

"Because you have us?", Bunzo asks, innocently.

"Not just that, bunny", they reply, petting him on the head. "I asked people for help and went to a nice doctor, so they could help me. And they did. It's been seven years since I last hurt myself".

"Oh...", and then Delight, covered in water, takes notice of the scar and explanation. She politely touches Angel's arms, before petting them.

"It healed very well", she notes.

"I know, right? I never told it would get this good, but it did. And now I guess it'll be your turn as well", and Angel then grabs a water gun and SPLASHED Delight, causing her to laugh and attack them back.

Later on, when Angel is helping Kissy try up, they feel Catnap headbonking their back. The feline licks Angel's arm before sitting next to them, just like how Dogday himself playfully did that just some hours before, in order to "kiss it better". Angel thanks Catnap, of course, before petting him.

They're glad for having them.

[deadbaguette]

HI GUESS WHAT I'M THE SAME ANON W THE HYDRA PROBLEM, NOW I'VE DEFEATED HADES (the boss lol) IN THE FIRST TRY :DDDDDD!!!! idk why i felt like i needed to update lol

OH MY GOD LETSSS GOOOOOOO ANON🎉🎉🎉 ON THE FIRST TRY TOO OMG WTF SGDGSHSH

This has been my favourite trilogy of asks so far I’m so glad to hear this <3 It took me an EMBARRASSING amount of times to beat Hades you’re actually goated and built different

[friends-arent-electric-blog]

HAII i drew you a fanart of undefined variable but i don't reall thinkmyou saw it so here it is :]

Anyways i really enjoyed the fic and im very exited for the continuation!!! :3

OH MY GOD!!!!!! :DDDDDD

You're right, I didn't see this! How long ago?! I'm so sorry that I missed it, I love it so much! It's AMAZING!! What an utterly cool concept, he almost looks like a puppet hanging from its strings. I assume the puppetmaster here is Kamski? Or is it Five? I think it's Five actually, isn't it? But either option would be fitting!

What a wonderful and unique style you have. Thank you so much for this wonderful gift! <333

[amateur-flamingo]

Can you explain your jeremike?

YEAH I CAN (I hope I understood the question correctly xD) (still hoping for a translator)

I have (relatively) two storylines with them, at the moment one is canonical, taking place in the original fnaf timeline the second is fanon, in a happy AU, where they are just happy buns in both of them Mike meets Jeremy at university, in his first year (I don’t really know this system in America, so I rely on Google)

I’ll talk about them briefly, I think, because I’ll get tired of translating it all x)

1. in the canon route, Jeremy helps Michael process his traumas (partially, at least), and get away from William, because this is clearly a much more traumatic and abusive experience for him I haven’t fully worked through it all yet, because the ending of it all kills me a little, but that’s what it is :"" they hang out together, spend time, meet, etc. The problem is they don't talk about what they should. Mike is used to it being “not accepted” because no one in his family did it, and Jer thinks the same so in the end they have conflicts due to understatements and other things and despite the fact that they've been dating for, like… five or six years, they break up when Will texts Michael asking him to come to Sister Location Conflict: Michael feels guilty towards his father and wants to return, Jer finds this out of the ordinary given their experiences together they quarrel and separate :( and then Mike dies

I was doing "all about pairings" with my friend and we had this thing that was like Michael is the first to apologize, but has a hard time letting go of grudges and Jeremy waits for an apology, but immediately forgives him and, as it were, in their relationship it became habitual, when after a misunderstanding Mike apologized, Jer forgave it, and they continued but after his death, Michael couldn't bring himself to call Jeremy and apologize plus Ennard also put pressure on him, which made him believe much more that he did not deserve forgiveness

2. it's a happy AU where Willry and Jeremike are canon, just because me and my friends find it comfortable William and Henry started a family, they are raising five children - Michael, Charlie and Sam, Elizabeth and Evan (by eldest) Mike doesn't suffer from attention deficit disorder and doesn't act like a jerk, he just hangs out with his gang and enjoys life, plus he helps his fathers and siblings again, he adheres to the punk subculture, he really likes it x) so this implies all this rebellious nature, anarchy and so on

it also implies the logical desire of him and his friends to create a musical group! one problem - they don't have a drummer AND WHAT WOULD YOU THINK? OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY STUDYING WITH US ON THE PARALLEL COURSE?! Jeremy Fitzgerald?! wonderful, he will be in our gang!

so Jeremy becomes part of the "bullies" (xd), they also hang out together with a punk rock theme, everyone dreams of motorcycles (eventually they buy them) and OF COURSE PLAY MUSIC!!! and, well, Jeremy on drums and Michael on bass. I have the most wonderful joke about "drum and bass" ;)

Over time, the Jeremikes start dating, and there is nothing particularly harsh here, they just happily spend time with each other, look at the stars and flirt

3. (SECRET POINT!!!) I have an au au for the second storyline in which everything is the same, but they are monsters >:3 Mike's family are vampires/werewolves (he himself is also a werewolf), Jeremy is a gargoyle (I'm still wondering if the stone boner joke is racist???)

AND IT ALSO TURNS OUT IN THE FOREIGN (?) SEGMENT THERE IS SUCH A CUTE THING AS AN ANALOGUE OF "BABE" THAT LOOKS LIKE "BOO" AND IT'S JUST SO CUTE AND AND FITS PERFECTLY IN THIS AU AU :DDDDDD

in general, that's all there is for now, I'm gradually posting sketches with details you probably saw one sketch of mine in russian about мохер so here it is there's a joke about Jeremy being a milfhunter that's all

[chainlxnk]

OH GOD A KAM SHIPPER :DDDDDD

YOUR ARTS AMAZING AND YOU DRAW THOSE 2 LIL' GOOBERS REALLY WELL AND MAKE THEM LOOK SO PRETTY!!

GAHHHHHH

:)

HQHA TYSSMMM

they bounce around my brain like flees

[disastertwins9000]

YOU HI HELLO YES YOU

I JUST WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR ART AND YOURE AMAZING KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK!! :DDDDDD

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭

this made my day so much better ilyilyily