#but i don't know what

[tiya-minuscule]

Any idea of quick doodles for tonight ?

[capn-twitchery]

i so badly need to figure out an actual way for twitch to get immortality bc it's literally their entire goal and i got NOTHING

in ssea they get it by building up an army and storming the presbyterate but that feels so. untwitchy. and it requires cooperating with too many people who want Everyone to be immortal but twitch doesn't care if everyone else is immortal!!

but i got nothing. hm. maybe i'll have to replay that zubmarine ES with the mountain river under the zee and see if i can find anything in there

[nanachiita]

what should I draw?

HELP ME.

Zolu, Lawlu, Sanlu????

Funny or cute or angst?

GIVE ME AN IDEA PLEASE.

[mspoodle1]

[42-forty-two-42]

OH you are on this website?

I have questions, then. What are you trying to accomplish? You're obviously not trying to blend in, you're getting the cleansers called on you left and right.

I know there's a tactic the Peach and Hoon doppelgangers are trying, they want to look non-threatening in the right way, to trigger the humans' pack-bonding, but you're not doing that either. Are you trying to communicate something in this.... weird obscure way?

-@ask-the-doppelganger, currently a talking pigeon

It was quite late in the evening, so not many people would walk around. It was getting dark, but not dark enough for lamp posts to be turned on yet. 42 was there, sitting on a bench, in a pose in which nobody could see its face until approached close enough. It probably was...relaxed?

A pigeon with rather big eyes drew 42's attention. On closer inspection they also seemed to have a little different color. 42 was still silent when the bird came closer, jumped on the bench and started talking.

"Oh, YOU are here? I have questions, then" - the pigeon said.

For some reason 42 didn't look surprised. It's probably due to the fact that it somehow "sensed" a fellow doppel or it has probably seen some of its kind to have other forms due to different circumstances. Maybe 42 itself had to do that at some point too, but that's another story. If such a story happened, of course.

4͚̬͔̝̜͑͠2̢̺̫̪̹̇͠.̛͖͔̘͆.̡̡̣̣͍̌̂?͎̔̓̀̍͘

(Hm..?)

"What are you trying to accomplish? You're obviously not trying to blend in, you're getting the cleaners called on you left and right. I know there's a tactic the Peach and Hoon doppelgangers are trying, they want to look non-threatening in the right way, to trigger the humans' pack-bonding, but you're not doing that either. Are you trying to communicate something in this...weird obscure way?"

The silence was broken by weird noises. It was 42 changing form. Sort of. It only changed its face and it actually captured most of the features correctly - the unibrow, the long nose, the scar on the right chin, the forehead wrinkles...but there were way too many other scars and one could see its non-human eyes and canines. It looked like 42 was filled with disgust. But it wasn't disgust towards its interlocutor or the questions, but rather towards something else. It looked like it could actually speak like a normal human while having facial features. Well, as for now, 42 was mostly speaking in its true voice. It didn't seem to be the same semi-collected 42 one could usually see. Whatever the reason, having facial features seems to irritate it.

"W̗͙̉͊h̛̙͝ǎ̯̋t̢͎̀ ̧̐ä̘́m̤̠̋͝ ̪͊̽Í̯͜ ̼̪͂̚t̜̹͑͛r̮͖͂y͕̳̽ỉ̫͕̕n͖̂̄g̥̼͠ ̨͓̄͗t͙̠̾ŏ̱̼͋ ̳̆́a̖̋̾c͎̫̋c̨̼̀̄o̫͂͝m̫̿̎p͍͐l̡̑̎i̡͐ś͈��ḧ̪́ ̣̎ỉ̭͇̈n͓̭̅d̲̲̅̕ĕ̫̰e͇̭̚d̜́?" - 42 growled - "Î̥ ̫̉͐d͇̚o͑́͜n̤̬̈́'̺̣͂ṫ͈̒ ͓̝̈k̰̈̋n͎͐̑o̰̿̚w͇̾ ͚͋͋î̙́f̣͍̊̇ ̰̤̄t̯̣̑ḥ͝e͓̤̎r̞͍̿ḙ̤́ ĩ̮s̟̣̀̾̈ ͙́̿ȁ̺̖n̤̈́y͍͒͝t̛̘͑h͇̮͊̿i̺͝n͍̹͌g̛̪ ̡̙̾̍ţ͉͗h̜̃̔a͍͋͋t͈̐ ̖̠͊I͇͌̽ ̮͝r̝̀̃ë̟ã͚̮̅l͔͓͌l̛͙̫̏y͚͛̇ ̭͙̎ẁ̤̏ä̘́̑n͝͝ͅț͊̅e̫͙̒d̞́͘ ̮̌̌t͎̣̄̈́ǫ̖͆̌ ̱̻́̄ǎ̡̀c̤͊̑c͍̊̕ͅo̙̜͆̐ḿ̮͚͗p̜̐̑ḻ̺̾i̤̋̕s͓͝ḫ̲̈".

It seemed like 42 was going to say something else, but it was like it had a lump in its throat. None of the doppelgangers came up with anything to say for now. So 42's face returned to its usual state - it flattened and only a Galaxy- or fingerprint-like swirl was there. Its speech went back to only saying "42".

4̱͂͋2̝͛̃ ̗̬̃̅4̢͍̄̃2͍̩̌ ̪̰̈́4͖́2̞͂̚ ͓̞͂4̠͘2͆̽͜ ̻̓4̰͆̉2͔͓̈́̑ ̘̆̋4͓̈́2͖̘͒̊ ̧̈́4̼̐2̡̟̌͊ ̺̗̽̇4͕̔͂2̼̔̒ ͙̻̕4̤̒2̯̩̂ ͈̾4̙͉̂̅2̩́͘͜ ͔́4̦̀2̢͔̿̄ ͍̥͌̽4̩͙̈͋2̖͌̅ ̡͙͌̚4͇̏̅2̧̣̈́͋ ̹̖̍̐4̰̀2̝͛ ̉ͅ4̙̗͗̌2̼͊̚ ͇͍̉4̤̄͋2̧̍ ̟̅4̱̋2̭̽̚ ͓́̕4̹̑2̗̮̓͒ ̯͉̌́4̦̂2͊́͜ ̖̈͆4͚͚̽2̜͋͐ ̯̱̈͌4͈͝͝2̯͈͘͠. 4̧̝͆̀2̫́̽ ͔̦́̅4̫̰̽2̘̅͌ ̣͈͗̈́4͈̱̍2̬͙̈́ ̤̅4̺͒͊2̡̒̽ ̛̬4̧͍̀2͓͉͋̿ ͇͕̃4̮̳͝2̘̙͂ ̝͌̎ͅ4̯̟̈́̍2̞̾̓͜, ̮̆4͍͋2͖͒̽ ̜̰̓́4̹͓͌͂2̥́̾ ͉͌4̟̟͛2͕͎̚̕ ̞̐͛4͖͝2̧̞̄̔, 4͕͝2͕̃ ͉̯̓̊4̪̖̾̀2̗̀́ ̪͊4͕̾͂2͈͝? 4̧̏̕2̥́̿ ͈̤͗4̘̋̚2̜̮̈́̌ ͛̚ͅ4̳́2̭̇ ͓̯̂̕4̹̔̇2͙̱̋ ̦͆͠4̳͌̿2̙͕̐ ̳͙̓̎4̮̈̌ͅ2̺̈ ͕̽̔4̢̲̆2͍͖̿ ̢̎4̤̳̅̕2̨̱̅̈́, 4̰̬̀2̨̨͐͋. 4̛̱̻̈́2̫͐́ ̜̟̄4͚̾͛2̲̙̎̊ ̳̝̊̄4̬̽2͓͇̃ ̠͔̏̈́4͖̤̽̈́2̺̋ ̣̈̓4̢̀2̥͘ ̗͗4̡̦͆͝2̩̀ ̠́̿4͎͑2̨͇͑ ̥̠̍4͈͛2̪͋͝ ͓͋͂4͍͈̒̂2̰̅͠.͖́

( But the most interesting part is that there are still some who do not see me as a threat that much. I do not know the reason myself, but it is something, is it not? I do not insist on it being true, though. And I do not insist on you believing me. )

[respectthepetty]

Hii. Have you written anything about colours in step by step? I'd really be interested in reading about it!

I'm trying to be quiet about the colors since I think Step by Step is going to go the way of My Love Mix-Up and Blueming where the colors evolve and become apparent once the characters are openly in love, so I've written the following posts:

Characters' colors

First impressions (episode 1, brief)

Episode 7 color collection

Jeng lost in Pat's blue (episode 8, brief)

I only feel strongly about Jane/Jen being a Pink Person and Pat being a Blue Boy though.

Jeng and Jaab are up in the air because I thought the brothers were Red Rascals, but I think they might actually be Black Brooders (which hurts me!)

And I thought Chot might be a Yellow/Orange Oddity

But he's a Denim Girl

[probablyin-bed]

that's ......... crazy ! wtf !!!

[mytalikes]

Hey....what do sane people do with their free time? Cuz I'm bored.

[deadal1enx3]

Your drawings are so good i hope everytime you draw on paper your pencil is at the perfect sharpness

😧😧😧😧

Anon?! Thank you??!!

Never been told that one to ne before 😦 but really, thank you:0☺️💞🫱🏻🌹🦧

I actually didn't drew for a while now as school is kicking my ass but i do want to draw,

Also-

Thank you again, Anon 🙋🏻🫱🏻🌹🦧☺️💞

[lemememeringue]

finally updated my game but now it's randomly flashing a white screen and I don't know if the problem is the sims 4 or wine-staging

[blakeswritingimagines]

WE'VE HIT 1000!

[joanofexys]

the parasites in me NEED to write kevjerejean

[doueverwonder]

y'all ever just get filled with the overwhelming dread that you forgot something but you just can't figure out what it is?

[candydandy-blog1]

Fluffuary Day 1: Watch the Snow

A fluffy February writing challenge I made up for myself, because I really need to practice writing stuff 1.) everyday, and 2.) that isn’t just horror. So enjoy reading about watching the snowfall with Ford. Also, yeah, I know this is a day late on here, but let’s just ignore that.

First person pov, no y/n, no use of any names except for Ford so this can be a reader insert, reader likes the snow like a weirdo

Word count: 579

Wind blew across the Oregon forest and accompanied the falling snow through the countless branches and trees. White began to cover the ground and various plants as snow accumulated more and more, until eventually the fallen leaves and twigs could no longer be seen on the forest floor. A calm, comforting silence landed and settled around the wooden cabin; due to the harsh cold, many of the strange creatures that usually stirred chaos for many people now laid dormant and seeked warmth rather than mischief. 

I, however, proved to be an outlier in that statement, as evidenced by me sitting outside on the couch on the back porch and watching the snowfall. Warmth seeped through my coffee cup and heated my hands, while the blanket draped over my shoulders protected my arms and torso. Combined with my sweater and jacket, the cold had no hope of reaching me, though it certainly did make a heroic effort.

Creaking echoed throughout the house, from the back all the way to the door next to me. “There you are,” said Ford after he opened it, “I’ve been wondering where you were.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry,” I said.

“It’s quite alright.” He closed the door behind him as he made his way to sit down. Despite how much the wood creaked and whined under his shifting weight, the steps themselves were barely audible, and the same went for when he sat next to me. “But why are you out here? It’s freezing.”

“I like to come outside and watch the snow fall when I can. There’s just something so calming about it. It helps clear my head.” 

“I suppose I can understand that.”

He inched closer until our shoulders met, allowing me to drop some of my weight and rest my head on him. Soon he settled his own head on the top of mine. His stubble scratched my forehead slightly with the sweet display, but I said nothing in case he would opt to end the entire moment.

After a few moments of peaceful bliss, shivers coursed through his body and broke my attention to the view in front of us. Fabric rustled as I wrapped part of the blanket over his shoulders, too, and brought us even closer. Soon the warmth from Ford's body raised the temperature in the blanket to an almost uncomfortable level. Despite how he complained about the cold, the man was a living furnace that instantly warmed anything he touched or wore. His arm reached across my back to hold me, hand rested just at the top of my hip.

The once fat flakes of snow turned to smaller flecks while the wind grew in strength, whipping my hair around at random. Branches rustled more intensely around us as the weather turned for the worse and threatened to rip the blanket from us.

“I think it’s time we went back inside, now,” said Ford.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” The well insulated cabin welcomed us back in with a sudden slap of heat, making me realize just how cold my cheeks and nose had gotten. “Want me to make you some coffee to warm up?”

That signature goofy grin of his stretched across his face while he answered. “I would like that a lot, thank you.”

I wrapped my arm around his back to pull him in for a peck on the lips, then looked up into his eyes. “No problem, babe.”

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Thanks for reading this, any and all constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated :) See yall tomorrow!

[thatoneguy031]

I'm back from the Battle Subway...

Nothing happened. I was there for days, hoping that I'd get a chance to fight someone. Nothing. Maybe I messed something up? Other Trainers got announcements for when they were up next, and I would've sworn I was skipped at least twice.

I'm not gonna give up on this, but I'm definitely in the dumps about that. Maybe I can ask that Flygon for this kind of thing... She seemed interested in me.

But, I have no idea where she is... How do I contact her?