#anyway yyeah yeah. yeah.

[artsiemelodyy]

Yeah okay, art damp dump!! KAPOOWW

,,Can you tell who my favourite oc is? LMAO

Doodless my belooveddd

HAI AGAIN EDIT: ty kade for reminder me lmaoao, the drawing in the middle w all the characters are also other ppls ocS!! Sum of the owners down ere check em out!!! vvv

@kadee-ee @aritheuniversaltraveler @shizandgiggles @khaosssss @despair-therealestone (sorry for tagging everynyan)

[angeltism]

Here’s the link ! ! Also teehee . . . the maiden loved seeing uu use both Synthette && Adorette for ki ! ! Would it be okay to ask who feels fragmenty ? ?

Ooh, thank you soso much!! (Most genuine of genuines..)

And of course!! Xe often switched between names, pronouns and titles for those who use multiple sets/names/titles, since she knows that it feels nice when people switch em around sometimes, ehe ^^ (although sometimes he does have to save 2 drafts to go look at people's rentries if he hasn't memorized enough yet which is a part of why answers take sooo long, lol)

As for who feels fragmenty.. coughs coughs wheezes he uhhhh. Is nawt confirming anything yet so take this with a pinch of salt!! but so far ryu.to has kinda made the fool raise an eyebrow. so that. sure is. something. sweats /lh

[luxcuriousao3]

Dove (A Zombie!Ghost Story) Chapter Fourteen

Word Count: 3452 Warnings: some suggestive thoughts/actions, mentions of past abuse, more pining, fluff, minor alcohol use, several large timeskips Notes: There is actually no possible version of this chapter that I'm fully happy with lol. But I hate this one the least. And I hope y'all still find it somewhat enjoyable XD All dividers were made by @/sweetmelodygraphics (original post here). The zombie divider indicates the text below is Ghost's POV, the dove divider indicates Lelia's POV. The combined dove and zombie divider represents a time skip but not a POV change. I still have no beta for this fic so all SPAG and consistency errors are my own, feel free to point them out. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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The snow came down heavily most nights over the next few weeks, and Lelia was stuck in the cottage more often than not, leaving Simon to continue scavenging alone. Food wasn’t as plentiful in the village as they’d hoped, and at one point, Simon brought back two dead, clumsily skinned squirrels after his hunt. Lelia was horrified, shrieking in disgust when she saw them, and then tearing up out of pity for the poor things.

She ate them anyway.

It wasn’t all bad, though. She managed to convince Simon to let her paint his nails after she caught him watching her do her own. He objected to the sparkly pink color she was using, so they compromised on a pretty shade of light blue. He’d gone silent and looked at it for a long time when she first offered it to him, and he’d seemed almost… sad. Or perhaps lost was the better word. When she’d tried to ask him about it, he’d just shrugged and stayed quiet, not even letting out a grunt or groan. She’d pursed her lips in concern, and spent the next hour trying to cheer him up by telling him how stunning he’d look with his new nails.

Simon had pretended not to be amused, but she could tell that he was.

Today, she was reading him poetry when she was struck with a sudden thought.

“Simon,” she said, getting his attention. He opened his eyes, staring up at her from where his head was laying in her lap. She bit her lip, hesitating for a second, but then continued. “Would you… I mean, you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, of course, but— would you like me to try to teach you how to read?”

Simon didn’t answer for a long moment, didn’t so much as move, and she started to worry that she’d upset him. She didn’t know why he couldn’t read—he had to have been able to at some point, to be a soldier, but she didn’t know if he had lost the ability before or after he died. She didn’t even know if he knew.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, when the silence got to her. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean to presume—”

Simon cut her off by sitting up and cupping her cheek with one hand, looking into her eyes. The cloudy film on his own had begun to fade two weeks past, showing hints of the brown beneath. It was nice to finally know their color. Just like the dirty blond hair, brown suited him.

Neither of them knew what it meant, that it was coming back. Neither of them dared to hope, either.

“Yyeah,” Simon grunted, tapping the poetry book and nodding. “Llllearn… yyeahh.”

“Yeah?” Lelia echoed, a slow, tentative smile blooming on her face. She felt his thumb dig into the apple of her cheek lightly, and it made her blush. She quickly looked away, down at her book. “Well… I’ll have to grab some paper and a pen, then. We’ll start by relearning the alph—”

Simon’s hand moved to grip her chin, lifting her face again. A small, stuttered breath left her, her eyes widening as they looked into his once more.

Is he going to kiss me?

As soon as she had the thought, she realized how stupid it was—not just because Simon didn't have lips, but because he couldn’t possibly see her in such a way, either.

Do I want him to see me in such a way?

Do I see him that way?

Simon was still staring at her, slightly-less cloudy eyes raking over every inch of her face. His broken jaw quivered where it hung, drool sliding out the corner and down his chin. Without thinking about it, Lelia reached up to wipe it away. A second later, she blinked in surprise at the instinctiveness of the gesture. But what was there to be shocked about? She cleaned his drool all the time. She always had. And she always would.

Oh. Oh.

She sucked in a deep breath, feeling dizzy as the realization rocked through her. She loved him. She loved Simon, her zombie, her protector, her only friend. She felt stupid that she hadn’t noticed her own feelings sooner—how many times had she thought about how handsome he was? How many times had she thought that he was the only person who had ever made her happy? That she was selfishly glad the world had ended, because it had brought them together?

It was so obvious, she almost laughed. But then Simon let go of her and tapped the book again, and the spell was broken. She delicately cleared her throat, trying to ignore the way her heart raced in her chest, and the way her whole world felt like it’d been turned on its head. She could agonize over what she was supposed to do now, how she was supposed to act like everything was normal when she was in love with a zombie who would never love her back—or she could teach that zombie to read, like she had offered. She could avoid ruining her relationship with the only person to ever care about her, or she could risk it all.

Lelia had never been very brave.

“I’ll go get that paper,” she said, making her choice. 

Time passed.

He spent most of it in genuine fucking domestic bliss with his dove, cuddled up with her in front of the fireplace when the snow kept her trapped inside, and exploring the village with her when it didn’t. Every little treasure she found made its way back to their cottage, turning it into something resembling a home. She’d even collected a few children’s workbooks for him, and she’d looked so excited that he couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed—especially not when they actually helped. He could recognize the first dozen or so letters of the English alphabet, now, all thanks to her. His beautiful miracle worker.

“Hold still,” Lelia scolded him lightly when he reached over to try and run his fingers through her hair. He grumbled but relented as she batted his hand away, focusing back on his bare arm, which was laid out on the kitchen table, palm facing up. She was carefully filling in his tattoos with a fluffy makeup brush and a bunch of colorful eyeshadow. The pallet she’d found the other day was massive, with over two dozen shades, half of which were downright ugly, in his opinion. He also didn't understand why anyone would need five different hues of blue, but Lelia had been ecstatic about that, so he supposed it wasn’t entirely stupid.

His dove had spent the last hour turning his greying, translucent skin into a damn rainbow. Purples, pinks, reds, yellows, oranges, greens, and all those shades of blue filled in the spaces between the black lines of his tattoos. He felt like a bloody coloring book—but it was worth it to see the proud little smile on Lelia’s face when she finally straightened up and set aside her brush.

“There,” she said, pleased. “Now we match.”

She batted her dark lashes at him, drawing attention to the light blue powder on her eyelids. He groaned. Loudly. Lewdly. But she just giggled, innocently unaware. Christ, she had no idea the things she did to him…

It was getting harder and harder to keep his desires to himself. She’d had another wet dream in his arms just the other night, and he nearly gave in right then and there. He'd wanted to touch her, to taste her, so fucking badly. It was only the memory of her teary, devastated face when she’d confessed about what that bastard of a husband used to do to her in her sleep that had him slipping out of the bed instead of slipping his hands into her sleep shorts.

Ghost was a monster, had been even before he died and came back wrong. But he wasn’t evil. He wouldn’t do that to her. He would never hurt a hair on her precious little head.

“You’re sniffing me again,” Lelia pointed out, and Ghost grunted as he leaned back, putting some space between them. He had been sniffing at her hair like a damn dog, without even realizing. Bloody hell, but that never stopped being embarrassing. “Do you need to go hunt?”

He shook his head, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly before standing up and fetching one of his workbooks from the shelf over the table, along with a pencil. Lelia smiled brightly, clearing away the makeup so there was space for him to practice. He sat back down and opened the book up to the last page they had worked on—one covering the letter N.

“Do you want a refresher?” His dove asked, but he shook his head. The letter was recognizable to him now, as were the ones that came before it, and he was eager to move on. He wanted to be able to read again, to write again. It would make communicating with Lelia so much easier.

“Alright then,” she said, turning to the next page for him. It just looked like two N’s smushed together. “This is the letter M, like in Mama. It makes a mmmuh sound when used in a word. Mmmuh. Mmmuh. It's written like this…”

Lelia loved Simon so much it hurt.

The thought never left her alone, not since she had realized it nearly a month ago. The ache in her cheeks from constantly smiling at the sight of him, the way her heart raced whenever he touched her, the not-nerves that squirmed in her belly when he let out that deep, rumbling growl—none of it would let her forget, not even for a second. Now that she was aware of how hopelessly in love she was, it was all she could think about.

She was sure she was doing a terrible job keeping her feelings a secret, but Simon never seemed to notice. Nothing changed between them, at least. She was simultaneously relieved and disappointed at that fact.

They were currently searching the only section of the village that they hadn’t been in before. Simon had insisted on sweeping the area before letting Lelia step foot in it, like a chivalrous knight of old from her favorite stories. She barely refrained from confessing then and there. Instead, she’d just told him to hurry back, her arms wrapped around him in a hug.

As ordered, he made it quick, returning only ten minutes after he’d gone. So of course, when an hour later a zombie stumbled out of a closet Lelia was looking for new clothes in, he blamed himself. Doubly so when she tripped and fell into a broken window trying to get away, the sharp glass splitting her skin. She could tell by the way Simon reacted, sprinting into the room at the sound of her scream, an inhuman snarl tearing from his throat as he tackled the zombie to the floor and ripped it to shreds.

It was the first time since the cabin that she’d seen him fight another undead, and though it was scary, it was concerningly attractive, too. There was something wrong with her, she was sure, because the sight of Simon covered in gore and viscera, chest heaving, teeth bared… it made her heart race and her body feel warm.

But just like every other time she feared she was being exceedingly obvious about how badly she wanted him, he was oblivious. She found herself almost wishing he would notice, or that she could find the bravery to tell him, because living like this was painful.

But not as painful as it would be if he found out the truth and left her because of it.

Lelia insisted on cleaning Simon the second they got back to the cottage, refusing to let him have a look at the cut on her arm until she’d brushed his teeth and helped him change into fresh clothes. He’d fought her on that, but there were very few things she was stubborn about, so when she decided to be, she went all in. Only when she’d made it clear that she’d bleed out before letting him treat her wound while covered in zombie guts, did he finally relent. Even then, the second she was done, he scooped her up and carried her into the living room before plopping her onto the couch. He briefly disappeared into the kitchen, only to come back with a bottle of cheap whiskey to sterilize her wound with.

He poured a little bit of alcohol onto a clean rag and set the bottle down on the coffee table, before beginning to disinfect the deep cut on her forearm with gentle ministrations. It stung, but Lelia didn’t so much as twitch, used to far worse. Instead, she stared at the whiskey curiously.

It smelled something awful, nothing like the top shelf liquor her father and husband used to drink. Lelia found herself itching to try it regardless—neither man had ever let her have anything more than half a glass of champagne. Hard liquor wasn’t ladylike, after all.

She’d had a terrible dream about Andrew last night. Just the memory of it—hands, pushing her head underwater as his cock forced its way inside her—made her shudder. Maybe it was that—that need for reassurance that she was no longer his pretty little art piece to destroy on a whim—that had her reaching for the bottle. Maybe it was her brush with death earlier that day that had her taking a generous sip. Whatever it was, she regretted it instantly, the whiskey polluting her mouth with a taste so foul she thought she might be sick. It was even worse going down, burning her throat and making her cough like someone dying of tuberculosis.

Simon laughed, that familiar, gravelly chuckle settling in her chest, warm and heavy. Or perhaps that was the whiskey. Either way, she wanted to hear it again, so when Simon reached for the bottle to take it away from her, she pouted and took another, big sip. She gagged in between her coughs this time, but it was worth it. It was so worth it, because suddenly, Simon’s cold fingers left her bandaged arm, plucking the bottle from her grasp and setting it back on the table, before he tugged her off of the couch and into his lap. He gathered both her wrists in one hand, pinning them between their chests as he took her chin in the other. He swiped his thumb over her bottom lip, wiping away a drop of alcohol.

“Naughhhhh’yyyy,” he groaned, low and playful, and Lelia sucked in a sharp breath, eyelashes fluttering. The warmth spread outwards from her chest, and a shuddering gasp escaped her, hot air ghosting over Simon’s fingers as she fell into his touch, irresistibly drawn to him. She could have sworn she saw his own cloudy, speckled eyes darken, and felt his loose grip on her wrists tighten. Wishful thinking, probably, but she was struggling to think rationally between the slight buzz of alcohol in her brain and the dizziness caused by his touch.

Lelia shifted a little bit, straddling his strong things. Her heart raced in her chest and part of her knew she wouldn’t be so bold if not for the whiskey—but maybe that was why she had drank it after all. She just wanted to be as close to Simon as possible. She’d tuck herself inside the hollow of his chest, if she could.

He could be inside you.

Lelia shivered at the thought. That nervous squirming sensation in her belly was back, but she knew by now it wasn’t fear—it was something she had never experienced before, at least not to the degree Simon’s touches caused. No, it was the feeling she got when she saw a fit actor on the telly take off his shirt. It was the feeling she got when her Year Eleven English teacher—a handsome, slightly older man that wore reading glasses and sweater vests—called her a good girl for helping her fellow students whenever they didn’t understand the material like she did. And shamefully, it was the feeling she sometimes got—very rarely—when Andrew or the soldiers took her. But this time, there was no terror or disgust attached to the moment. There was just Simon, and how he made her feel. Safe. Treasured.

Aroused.

Simon was silent and still beneath her. He’d let go of her wrists, and his hands drifted down her body to settle on her hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of her sleep shirt to rub circles into her flesh. She swallowed, and then leaned forward, until her lips pressed against the hard plastic of his mask, right over his forehead. He shuddered, grip tightening, and Lelia moved her lips lower, kissing the spot just beneath his left eye, then his right.

“Please,” she begged Simon, voice soft and needy. “Please take it off… I want to see you. I want to see all of you.”

Simon stared up at her with an unreadable look in his foggy eyes, taking deep, rattling breaths even though she knew he didn’t need to. But then he jerked his head to the side sharply, a denial.

“Sssscaa’eee… yyyyouuu,” he mumbled, looking away. Lelia’s heart broke, and she tried to gently turn his face back towards hers, but he wouldn’t budge. She sighed, resting her temple against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, eyes still trained on him.

“You could never scare me, Simon,” she whispered. “Never. You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel safe.”

Don’t.

Ghost knew he should listen to the voice in his head—not Johnny’s, for once—and refuse. He’d traumatize his sweet little dove if she caught a glimpse of him. He could see it all too clearly—the second his gaunt, rotted face was revealed to her, she’d start crying and lock herself in her room.

But she’d asked, and he was pure shite at saying no to her.

Slowly, he reached up and began to lift his mask. Lelia’s eyes widened and she straightened before going perfectly still, watching with rapt attention. He swallowed thickly, fucking terrified that she would scream and run away. That this would ruin everything between them.

“Please,” she whispered again when he paused, hesitating. He gave a full-body twitch, but then yanked his mask the rest of the way off, like he was ripping off a plaster. She gasped, and Simon closed his eyes, unable to stand the sight of the horrified expression that was bound to be on her face.

Several seconds of silence passed, but then suddenly, he felt Lelia’s plush lips on his forehead. His eyes snapped open as she began to pepper his face with lingering kisses, just like she had his mask. He could feel the softness of her skin, the feathery touch and addictive warmth.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed in between kisses. Simon could barely hear her, entranced with the delicious, searing heat of her mouth on his cheeks, his nose, even his broken jaw and the corner of his lipless mouth. “Thank you… thank you for trusting me��� for caring for me… for saving me… Simon, I—”

She cut herself off, pulling back to look into his eyes. As his hands found her hips again, he watched her carefully, a part of him still waiting for rejection.

“I love you, Simon.”

I love you. I love you. I love you, Simon.

Lelia’s soft words rang in his ears. He let out a choked noise, his hands squeezing her so tightly she whimpered. He immediately let go of her, and she looked at him with a mortified expression.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a rush, blinking rapidly as her eyes grew shiny. “Just— just forget I s-said anything, I shouldn’t h-have, I’m sorry—”

Simon didn’t have lips to kiss his dove with. He didn’t have the words to tell her how badly he wanted her. He couldn’t press her palm to his chest and show her how she made his heart race, the sensation just a phantom of memory.

But fuck, if he wouldn’t bloody well try.

He laid a hand over her heart, and recalled one of the first poems she read him—a favorite of hers, she’d said. Carefully, he spoke.

“Cccaaaarrryyyy thiiiiisss,” he patted his own chest with his other hand. “Innn hheeeerre.” The tears in her eyes spilled over, and finally, finally, she surged forward, her mouth crashing against. And for the first time since he’d died, Simon felt truly human.

[itworksitworks]

intro post

hi u can usually call me cole any prns

bring up anything that i did more than 2 months ago apart from big encore drama and i will either not remember it or be dealt horrific damage... keep that in mind

yeah sorry im not answering those donation asks anymore. they're all copies of eachother and i have no way to give you money anyway. if u r not a scammer im sorry but please move on

OBSESSION. YEAH.:

just back to the future right now. uh huh. yeah i know my blog's stray themed. i dont have the energy i had the energy

the GRAVEYARD 🪦: stray (not an obsession 💔 still like it tho. "dead" as in not consuming my life anymore. still like tho!)

genloss (again, completely "dead", but i am still interested and will interact!! just not an obsession!!)

bmc (same as above but i am not as interested)

catcf (interested but not obsessed)

rock of ages (bro i dont even gaf anymore.. sorry)

repo the genetic opera (sorry i lowk dont like it anymore)

DNI: antiendos, sysmeds, transphobes, transmeds, homophobes, racists, antisemitics, israel supporters, mammet shippers!!

☝ i know that wont keep u off my blog it is more of a quick showcase of my opinioms

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list of sys people get ready fuys

cole (host main guy. you all know me. prns dont matter

noelle (host too. but different.. she/her) #noelle original james (hi guys im here now. he/him) My Tag #james talks

dennis (guys we honestly do not know 😭 he has been in front for ever but is he a host??? .. no. rock of ages introject he/him)

mike (mike teavee scene kid guy idk. he/him as well. You may see him once in a blue moon)

raf (yyeah. stray fictive. dont be weird. yeah. he/him) he has his own blog! @raf10m

james here we lost a couple guys because i dont know 😎 i wasnt born yet.

[greennoobartist]

Ummm...

Donyou want to talk abt the for swords Manga?

(I don't mind spoilers 🙃🙃✨️✨️)

.... I love when ppl ask dumb questions mueheh >:]

Dw! Imma not provide spoilers! Im actually very capable of yapping about it without spoiling anything :) And I even don't want to cuz I want you to experience the same i did :3 tears

Mmmm, imma be honest I might turn it into like mostly yapping over my AU....maybe?....just maybe?.... Idk...

Let's seeeee where to staaaarttt....

(Note: um, Imma keep the 1am vibes away, im experimenting smth... that's definitely driving me crazy *eye twitch* but yyeah :) imma keep them away from this yap :") ....i hope....)

Speaking of being crazy! The manga itself does it so easily :D no joke intended

Actually that's probably bcuz im weird and my AU and this experiment is driving me insane O-o... Anyways...

The manga is very emotional :D actually at least it was for me when I first read it, i cried and laughed and when I say cried i mean literally placed it down and made a 10 minute pause to cry :D From what I remember, it was mostly bcuz of Shadow and his bestie (no im not naming him) and speaking of them, i sometimes feel like they overshadowed other nice duos and combos that didn't appear much in the manga but would be very silly

And im talking about Blue & Shadow and Blue & him :)

These two duos recently are corrupting my brain cells :) Also funny how Blue is in both lol XD He makes everything funnier i gotta admit 😌💙

Shadow & Blue are mostly corrupting me bcuz i have their designs for TSoTT so they always accompany me, especially during school hours since I have no one else. 90% of my incorrect quotes are smth they said at school XD When I say accompany me i mean that im talking to myself like a madman pretending that im talking to two 18 year old dudes XDD 💙🖤 i don't have anyone at school to talk to, okay? Barely anyone even knows my name 😒 Whenever I do talk to them i feel like im more and more becoming crazy bcuz hey, talking to myself 24 a day... I blame my whole AU for that.... Anyways like since for now I only have the two of them visualized, they cheer me up and kill boredom during school hours :) Sometimes even end up in a fight with each other which can be a real pain during an exam 🤦‍♀️ Also speaking of exams, they can't really help :/ Shadow knows no shit about math and Blue kinda knows? Though he admits that even Link when he was my age wasn't the best at math (sounds weird to me but kinda makes sense idk) Blue does help at PE though :D He helps with baseball! We won a game the other day :D And generally he helps with PE :) Now when i think about it I have no idea how did Shadow stay with me for like a few months now, but what i do know is that he's really good at killing boredom :) Once I had like around 50 minutes free and ofc i was doodling but Shadow was also making me laugh with nonsense he was telling me (some random shit about ppl he saw at my school or impressions of other Links) Shadow and Blue do get along :)....kinda, ngl. They're not really a perfect duo to cope with each other. Did I mention that they ended up in a fight? Oh yeah not once. But like they don't really hate each other, i mean they'd die for the other, but like they're just not the best to be accompanied. When they want, they're great! When I think about their dynamic in the AU, tbh I see them as a duo that would annoy each other all the time but would be amazing at working together in a fight. Speaking of the AU they don't interact much bcuz of the messed up plot, but if they do, which ill probably place them to, they wouldn't get along at first but later would start to understand each other and would be unstoppable. Shadow's bestie is actually the one who gets them along :) which is a long story....

All in all, Blue & Shadow are recently becoming one of my comfort duos 💙🖤

Umm, imma stop here for now bcuz i now realize how much I talked about my self indulgent shit and the crazy mind of their company... °^°

But thank you :D I really didn't yap in a while and school annoyed me a lot so I really needed some self enrichment like this :) thx ^^ <3

[d1zzybees]

Ok yes i see that it is 1:30 am but here's oc-tober day 18, swap!

Threadsong swap au (threadswap) lives in the back of my head i need to draw more for it... anyway i'm pretty tired so it SUCKS i can't write everything about it but here's the general summary under the cut (it's not too long just like 2 paragraphs)

The main character is now Tawny, which means Mahogany has to deal with EVEN MORE random horrible events!! It starts how the main story does, with Mahogany going to visit Tawny, but instead of tawny beign body snatched it's mahogany! While the canon story has mahogany wondering if they're seeing tawny all through the first act, threadswap just throws strangerified mahogany at poor tawny. I feel like this version of stranger would be somehow even worse, losing most of the sillier aspects of it and replacing it with just wanting to see people suffer so yyeah it sucks!! We're meeting up for Group Killing Stranger tomorrow morning, make sure to be there :] also mahogany is orange instead of blue because i said smth a while back about how stranger's ability to mimic things is based on the mindset of the one its taking over bla bla bla so yeah there's lots of small changes to them

This au would definitley be more focused on the two of them rather than the whole reality breaking thing but that plot's still there! Goddddd i have so many ideas for this... mostly just with how the theme would change from moving on to self forgivness bcause tawny is Not Ok this time!!

[zeeposting]

hobby ideas for them!!!!!1!1!2!2!2

quill: photography!!! painting!!!!! acting!!!

scroll: gardening!!! knitting!!! choir!!! pottery!!!!

:3

oguhh yeseysh i like these

ookay to like uhhh confirm these further im giong to . ramble about them or soemehting. sorry if typing is bad im rambling and kinda tired

aoguh quill used to be REALLY into photography, he still likes it but he doesnt really. photograph stuff that often actually im doing photography in school rn (like the class) awh i hope those dandelions arent dead by now :( i gave them water or something but yeah theyre probably dead. ownt do for the best picture but hey maybe it can be emo! uhh ummm yeah my photography teacher said that to keep our hands steady we should blow out all the air and press our arms into our sides and i think it works so yeah quill sometimes does that sorry im rambling about myself

quill likes to paint, hes not that proud of it but still enjoys it. he has a bunch of slight sketches just sitting around that he completely forgot about but maybe one day he'll find it again and go "oh yeahh i forgot about that!! i should finish it!!"

hmm acting im not so sure about,, OHO HOOH

SCREENWRITING!!! LIKE YK WRITING SCRIPTS??? QUILL LIKES TO DO THAT!!! i also did a class on screenwriting wait no why is quill just all my cycle classes. FINE ART TOO AOGUH STOP IT WHATS NEXT HANDS ON CONSTRUCTION???? anyways he likes to write scripts and stuff and he likes to show them to scroll but he'd never actually perform them, hes not really good at projecting his voice except for when hes angry

onto scroll stuff!!

gardening i think hed probably like, but hed forget to water the plants and be really sad that they die. and then hed go "im so sorry planty plant the third ill plant another in honor ofy ou" and then forget to water it and it dies. and the cycle repeats.

hmm knitting hed probably know how to do it, he learned from his mom, but he doenst really put it to use. occasional scarfs in the winter but not much else than that. he wants to learn how to crochet little animals but he doesnt really have the time or energy to learn how

choir is like singing right-okay yeah uhh tbh i dont think hed be that into that sorry uhm agouh dies he doesnt like projecting his voice that much, he only does it accidentally when hes excited sometimes. or if hes like. agnry/scared

pottery he'd probbaly like!! he doesnt really have the stuff for it but sometimes he'll make smaller sculptures with clay!! he often doesnt really like what he makes after a bit but oh well

yyeah thats all thank you somuch anon you have developed my charcaters. faceplants

[ask-jasper-cameron]

Will we get modern au Jasper? And maybe some info on him? Occupation, living situation etc

HELL YYEAH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK

so

modern jasper

he's indonesian in the modern au yippee yo! (bc the country already existed in modern)

Lives in wherever the fuck the others live, i suppose (im hoping it aint ohio)

helps out with the local vet (NO MAMMALS. Lizards, fish, bugs, he can handle)

I think hes way more nerdy lmfao

Diagnosed autism...?

Lives with- who? Huh? His parents left him with a friend of theirs. How sad

Likes sate and tongseng teehee!! Yummy yummy fewds,,,, drools

would totally own a ds/3ds/ps1 classic/neogeo/snes/nes/or all of the mentioned consoles

"Hey guys check this out i got all gold medals on rhythm heaven"

"Guys check out i have HARMOKNIGHT!!! HAHA" laughs smugly

"OH MY GYATT GUYS I JUST FISHED A ARAPAIMA IN ACNL!!!"

Gamer boy real

Would have a tumblr blog where he shows off the fish he has catch on a nearby river

"Look at this silly thing i catched" shows a carp

probably mmore energetic (consumed too much coffee)

Berdly deltarune energy real (except way more nicer)

Uses the most absurd gen z slangs to throw off people

anyways yeah thats all methinks teehe

[sleepygirlthing]

i just love a girl who might as well be a broken faucet, youre always so precious! of course the best part is when teasing you for how pathetic and leaky you are only proves to make the leaking worse. i like to imagine its your braincells dribbling out from your pretty cock as i fill that space in your head with my pure desire.

hholy shit im uh im yyeah yeah im dumbbb. im justtt a dumb girl,,, thats my silly thoughts dribbling out of my cock ^_^ i dont need to have any anyways haha :3

[leatherbookmark]

hmmmm i'm on ep 5 so far, but i can def see why some people didn't really like the season that much

(gomens spoilers, obviously)

it was... i think i have the same problem w/ it as with kinnporsche, namely that in theory it has all the good bits, but in practice, it just doesn't land. the pacing is kind of all over the place, some events are given way too much screentime, and overall the show is 6 episodes long but i often felt it was drawn out. like the nazi zombies. haha funny, but... what for, exactly? it felt like a bunch of loose ideas tied together with a string and a prayer.

we're also getting lots of flashbacks, and they're fun and nice to look at i guess, and you can't say that two beings older than the world should only be shown in present times now, but iiiii sort of feel that way anyway? it might be because i watched without subs or earphones so there were some parts i didn't exactly understand, but for example, what was the job story for? what was the edinburgh story for? they didn't feel like natural elements of the story but rather something that someone Came Up With To Connect The Dots And Fill The Gaps, and i don't really like when stories feel like they've been Written, you feel me?

and also. relationships. i just don't... really... feel... much... again, the Has Been Written problem. based on what i've seen, i thought ziracro, nina/maggie and gabriel jim/beelzebub moments would be peppered throughout all the episodes, that i'd see them gradually getting closer to their romantic conclusions, but apparently jimzebub is an episode 6 surprise, and the rest is just... there. nina and maggie have zero chemistry, there's nothing, really, in their interactions, and i've already seen metas about how it's to show that you can't make people love each other, and i mean, yes, correct, maybe it will appear so in the final episode, but so far it just looks like they didn't think it through. why is maggie crushing on nina? what does nina think about maggie, or her girlfriend, and if she's so controlling then why doesn't she just break up? sure, sure, "it's not easy to leave a controlling partner" but i don't want to Assume/Know that's the case, i want to see it! we could've had the girlfriend appearing in person, so that we could see how loving and caring she is, and then... oops, yeah, too loving and too caring, that's too much! but we'd have seen how happy nina was with her, and that it's not just a case of "she's just bad, dump her ass". now nina has been dumped instead, and i think i'm supposed to feel something about it? i'm not quite sure, but i don't. it just happened.

ziracro is similar in that yyeah, crowley's worried about aziraphale's safety, threatens jimbriel and it's very cool, but again, it doesn't land! their current times interactions are too scattered. if two guys who've lived for thousands of years are supposed to be figuring themselves out romantically now, then we should be seeing more of them in this now! continuing from where we left off in s1, having it acknowledged nice and thick so i could get my teeth into it properly! but instead i feel like i barely got a taste. if episode six is supposed to feature the kiss and crowley "preparing to confess his feelings to aziraphale", thanks wikipedia, i should be feeling it's a natural conclusion of the events! and i don't. i often need time to process what really happened in a show, or a rewatch, so maybe my brain's just overwhelmed rn, but what exactly did happen over the course of those 5 episodes that has crowley wanting to confess? too much side dishes, not enough of a substantial main dish, is what i'm saying.

and again maybe there's something wrong with me and not the show, maybe i've lost the ability to engage in new shows emotionally! (though i'm out there crying about atz fanfiction, so i don't know) but like. i can see the fanservice, i can enjoy it, i would've said it was fun -- not revolutionary, but then i don't think the show wanted to be revolutionary -- but it's also frustrating, in that i am cheap and yet it doesn't work on me. idk, man.

[kohaioi]

HWBDJDJ how abt marnie !!! i love her design shes the coolest ever <3

OH YES MARNIE!!!!!!! her design is super cool fr...... she's the reason i like pink and black together! <3 OK THEN prepare urself for an infodump!! >:O

SO marnie is one of the three rivals the protagonist has in pokemon swsh! she's the only girl of the three (even tho i have the looks too hmph) and she lives in spikemuth! spikemuth is this punk and dark town where the dark type gym is near one of the main cities called hammerlocke! NOW THEN let's go for the backstory! back when she was smaller she was a cry baby but that changed the day her older brother piers (dark type gym leader during the game) gave her a morpeko, her main pokemon! from then she became a very good trainer and decided to participate in the gym challenge bc spikemuth gets worse everyday and she loves where she lives! OH and she also has a fan club called team yell! during the game they mess up w challengers bc they want marnie to win and i mean who wldn't want marnie to become the champion i mean pls Ok sorry i got carried away there i love her ANYWAYS to her in game! u first meet her when u enter the fire type gym in motostoke to get into the gym challenge alongside moi 😌😌 u don't need to talk to her then but she's there w her morpeko :] a bit later when u go to the inn to sleep for the night and prepare for the next day (in which u'll have to go to the opening ceremony of the gym challenge) some team yell goons won't let people get to register themselves in the inn and so the protagonist and theloveofmylifehop fight them in a pokemon battle and after u've won she appears and scolds them for doing that and that's when u rlly rlly meet her! my favorite girl <3 I MEAN COUGHS what anyways u don't see her again until ur back in motostoke to fight the fire type gym leader and that's when u first battle her! she specializes in dark type pokemon obviously and i don't think u want to know what her pokemon team is but her team when the game ends is composed by morpeko, liepard, toxicroak ('that's not even a dark type pokemon' she gets to do wtv she wants ok? ok), scrafty and grimmsnarl!! the next time u meet is in the fairy type gym! guys believe me that is a signal they did that in purpose i swear guys- Dies ANYWAYS she gives u her league card then!

BEHOLD. THE HER. i am so normal like fr hahahahah COUGHS and just then her morpeko seems to like the protagonist! that morpeko sure knows my lil silly guy OK next time u see her is when u reach spikemuth! they aren't letting anyone get in bc as always team yell only wants marnie to win BUT it's marnie who helps u get in so u can fight piers and earn ur dark type badge! and just after u win to piers marnie appears and piers tells her that he wants marnie to be the new dark type gym leader bc he wants to be a singer! and i mean. sadly she rlly has no chances of winning the gym challenge bc protagonist exists so yk what'll happen to her in the future :') after that u see her again when u reach the last city for the semifinals before the finals of the gym challenge! u fight and defeat her and u cry bc u love her sm I Mean yeah ANYWAYS after the semifinals the champion invites protagonist and that dammed hop to dinner BUT he doesn't show up bc as it seems he's w the fucking chairman of the region in his tower AND SO w the help of marnie, piers and team yell protagonist gets the key to the tower and blah blah blah u get it 👍👍 some Stuff happen after that but i'll talk more abt that when i make my even longer essay abt hop ^^; and so the next time u see her is when protagonist defeats the champion and um. um well.......

um um um COUGHS twirls my hair well hello marnie <3 u see i'm a big fan hahaha um uhhhhhh BYE DKAHJDHAJDHJAHDJSHDKAJKDJAJDJJAJKJDHDJHDJSJJDKSJKAHDJSK but um yyeah 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 not gay or anything fr BACK TO THE POINT during the post game she's become the dark type gym leader and u can fight her whenever u want in spikemuth!

look at her <3 queen <33333 ALRIGHT FINE I'M GAY SO WHAT who wldn't be hmph.......

and i think that's it! some random facts is that she likes the fashion stores in the cities, when she gets mad she never forgets easily why she is her league number 960 can be read as kuro which means black! pretty fitting am i right? another random fact i am very down bad for her I Mean who said that hahahahahahaha explodes if u've reached this far u probably know i'm insane bc well. i am KDHDJSJDJJSJADJAHHSJS but yeah i hope u enjoyed my insaneness :D

[murray---adam]

,,,hello?

/ OH!! ,,oh ,,kkid?

Adam..? Youre not sick today are you..?

/ Nno im,,,no im not ,,im so sorry kid im so,fucking sorry man iit wasnt . Me

I know...i forgive you ,,,it didnt look like you anyway,,

yyeah,/

Are you okay..? ii saw you sleepin outside ,

/Oh yeah i just. Something happened so.im crashing here i guess

I cant have that...nooonono,,come.sleep at mine!!

/Your dad wont like that

Ill hide you...:-D?

,,,,/yyeah okay ,ssure

OKAY ! COME ON!!!

[cloudstongue]

i... have to go to sleep... i found a bunch of quotes though so yaay

oh. yeah i. didnt mean to grab this one but okay you can have it anyway :)

yyeah goodnight 💥💥💥

NOOOOO ZEEW!!! USUFJFJG GOOD KIGHR GOOD NIGHT. SLEEP TIGHT

IF THE BED BUGS BITE ,BITE BACK

[livecharliereaction]

manga ep2 big post part 2/?

this art style is kind of crazy ANYWAY. Ughhhhh. Somehow this too is about yasuda gender. Its so. Endless gender for the endless witch

Made jessica cry. Jessica im so sorry

completely forgot this is like A Rosa Episode lowkey ouhhhhh In the end. I love her too. But thats just because i can see...

COLOREEEED PRETTYYY oh shannon kanon counter but its just them and genji too

she said witch beatrice shes so fun i love her another fave-since-ep1 for sure

Keeping an eye on her and genji as well. Ugh. And nanjo too.

Hardest two in all of life <- i typed this sentence then looked away from the puter to talk to family for 2 secs and looked back and realised it doesnt make any fucking sense but i agree

Whys this art style making him look crazy cool well hes cool in ryukishi too but its like lame-cool this is like well i dont know

most normal girl ever

thank god for the love that i can see with because she is so evil. maybe its pretty privilege too Oh but rosas pretty and yet i hated her at one point. Idk something about eva is just. Ughhh

NOT sure about her btw im interpreting it as yasuda playing with her and marias fun and kanon here is kinda just hoping to get a perspective But also could be a lot of her doing play-pretend based on like A few interactions. I have to take a big look at mariage sorciere when its more relevant i mean itll be talked here but other eps too

BADDIE. Why i kinda like this style so much?!!!? Anyway easy to explain why rosa can see her (yasuda felt bad for little maria and dressing up. ill have to look but that might be the distinction between the two outfits)

Study door handle burned her hand i guess its because kinzo shouldnt be seen right now

SHES MENTIONING HOW KANON DOESNT HAVE TO BE FURNITURE ANYMORE I FORGOT ABOUT ALL OF THAT SHE KEPT PROMISING IT BUT I NEVER REALLY UNDERSTOOD. OH MAN

Exact same rank...

Lol gohda is so. Such an inoffensive character all in all? He does NOTHING for us. Or maybe i just dont have the love to see it. Like what his role is in the big picture. Hes just there. I dont think thats a bad thing though

Its so fucking good. Makes you wonder though. About genji kumasawa and even nanjos motivation to let her do her thing... Because kinzos supposedly already dead, are they really so loyal to give him his "redemption" despite that...

He says he never met her though and he doesnt think they had a child. Ugh.

maria keeps saying crazy things shes so funny light of the party

sayo. Ohmmmmm. I think the translation team changed cos the other one had her tell him her name is kiyo no? yeah i checked she definitely told him that. thats interesting

shes so funny i love her sense of humor its so great. Anyway one of the most iconic scenes in this ep commence

shes sleeping guys no shes meditating

girlslove

u crazy

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BEING HERE OH MY GODDDDDD OK OK OK OK

i remember being a little confused when i first read on why tf they were focusing so much on the locked rooms but thats the thing now. and besides how else would u approach it well i dont know

its all about the closed rooms and the closed (cat)boxes etc

i need her . When her demeanor and appearance are partially specifically tailored for battler to like her Well call me battler cos it works. It does make u feel a bit bad though doesnt it

he doesnt like the rule though hes all zen zen dame da about it

shes got the gun and shit shes taking chargeeeeee.... queen

oh hell show UP ALRIGHT seriously one of my fav scenes to this day and this is like what ep 2

eughhhhhhh ughhhhh uhghhhhghghh well Yyeah To be fair with the truth and all im still not sure how it was done something something kumasawa or whatever its conceivable

they draw her so strange (good)

Omg its just like ep6

GIRLSLOVE

battler asked rosa how she can prove shes not a wolf Ohhhh girl. Hey maria. Im going to be the father that stepped up

[theoneandonlyshrimpo]

"...Yeah. Stupid twisteds and making everything around here worse... This place is already enough of a hellhole." Waving his hand around a little. "Yyeah, you probably should. You need to sleep anyway."

toodles sits in the kitchen. she can't sleep, so she's sipping milk instead.

she... hopes nobody runs into her.

( @eightballkid )

Quietly (as well as he can anyway...) stepping into the kitchen, zero idea Toodles is even there. He just came to steal like, soda, or something, so he's making his way to the fridge.

[jackaby]

i listened to cupid on repeat while making this anyway young wilson showing up on House's doorstep after a stupid fight and yeah

silly sketch yyeah