#but mostly weeeeee!!!!!

[when-the-elevator-regrets]

:3 @axolotluv split is finished,friend.

[puparomi]

team stardust count your days

link

[elizakai]

Started an Insta account here for anyone who might be interested! (,,> ᴗ <,,)o

i am currently transferring some drawings over there, that said tumblr will be staying my primary platform🌸

[sleepyzz0h]

Idk have some old art

[henswilsons]

happy for everyone seeing maisie peters at eras tour tonight but just know....that should have been me x

[hollypies]

I'm tired and not doing well mentally so jave some more Separated Strings au stuff.

Hollow tries to follow Kris around, but they get distracted really easy !

The Soul is the same one from undertale obviously. Would make actually meeting the townsfolk face to face a bit . Sad and nostalgic

Hollow gets along well with Susie and Kris, but doesn't really connect as well with Ralsie. They like him, but they're just . Unsure.

Kris and Susie return to the light world on their own. Since Hollow looks sorta human it'd be difficult to explain their presence! While they're gone Hollow uses Kris' room. The. The other side. They found a bed somewhere

Hollow fights with a spear!! I just think spears are cool. It has a heart shaped point . Hehe. Hollow's gear is a pink/red cloak, blue butterfly hairpin, and an old heart locket.

[idlerin]

love sick — 14. attachment issues showing

romance 101; guideline #10 — give someone space when they seem like they need it, it never hurts to ask.

masterlist — previous | next

❥ fun facts !

atsumu has been streaming sabrina’s latest album a lot ([name] is sick of hearing him sing but is also tired of kindly telling him to shut up)

[name] had realizations when she was with semi… she found herself talking about suna a lot that he called her out on it…

[name] needs a breather ! (attachment issues)

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — WEEEEEE ok to anyone who saw my post abt sakusa being updated first sori i lied again but i just felt like i needed to put this out first PLS i need to do some acc rechecking after disappearing for a month so let me jus… do that… rq…

taglist is CLOSED ! + (1/3) @yas-mjm @agirlwholovesalot @yenqa @fairywriter-oracle @noideawhothatis @alienvarmint @renardiererin @cheezitwh0re @yaboiithewreck @zephestia @nicerthanu @wolffmaiden @2baddies-1porsche @bluegrey02 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @lylovw @fo-love @cloudsvna @haruskatana @apinu @coyloves @rockleeisbaeeee @geombyu @girlkissersco @reveusecherie @mwhahahalasagna @megumiif @erenjvegerrr @thechaosoflonging @rintarousgirl @ris-krispie @kamikokii @complexivelovely @justabreadslice @hearts4faey @yuzurins @eleanorheartschishiya @hearts4itoshi @justsomeonewhoyoudontknow @rijhi @sleepystrwbrryy @snail-squasher @seiamor @wave2love @le000xxgrd @iuspired @theidontknowmehn @linmabbe @rntrsuna @tenaciouswritersheep

[nyoomfruits]

25, landoscar!

25. “Can I just keep you?” “It doesn't work that way.”

Oscar finds Lando on the curb outside of the club, hunched forward, a little ball of black fabric and curls. “Hey mate,” He says, stepping off his bike, parking it against a wall before making his way over to him.

“Bleh,” Lando says, to his knees. “Lea’ me ‘lone.”

Oscar nudges his foot against Lando’s thigh. “Can’t, unfortunately. Promised Max I’d get you home safe.”

Lando’s head shoots up, his eyes bright and mouth slightly parted. “Oscar?”

“Yeah, bud. Max called me, said he needed someone to take you home. You okay?” Oscar kneels down in front of Lando, eye sight. Checks him over. He looks okay, aside from being absolutely fucking sloshed.

“’M fine,” Lando mumbles, tips forward a little, towards Oscar. “It’s just. Everything’s spinning. Like. Fast. Sooooo fast.”

“Oh no,” Oscar says, rather deadpan, trying and failing to subdue the smile that tugging at his lips. He should be annoyed, maybe, about being dragged out of bed at 3 in the morning because his flat mate is ready to pass out in the middle of the street and there’s no one else to get him home safe. But like, it’s Lando. He hasn’t really figured out how to be annoyed at Lando yet.

“Yeah,” Lando says, miserably, looks up at Oscar with big, sad eyes. “Like those horses. That go in a circle. You know? They’re like on a platform and they just go weeeeee,” Lando makes a spinning motion with his finger.

“A carousel,” Oscar says, getting up and extending a hand towards Lando. “C’mon, let’s get you up, yeah? I’ll take us home.”

“Home,” Lando sighs wistfully, taking Oscar’s hand in his and letting himself be dragged upright.

And god, it gets Oscar every single time, how fucking beautiful Lando is. Even now, with his shirt buttoned up wrong and a mysterious stain on his jeans and his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes slightly unfocused he’s the most gorgeous think Oscar’s ever seen.

Life would be so much easier, Oscar thinks, if he didn’t have such a truly embarrassing crush on his flat mate.

“Bike’s over there,” Oscar says, tearing his eyes away from the curl stubbornly stuck to Lando’s temple.

“Ah yes, take me to your mighty stead. Wait, actually, does that make you my white prince on a charming horse? Wait, no, white horse on a charming… No, that’s not it either.” Lando frowns deeply.

“Sure,” Oscar says, smiling fondly as he pushes his bike in front of Lando and Lando clambers on. “I’ll be you prince charming. Now please hold on tight, yeah? No ‘King of the world’ shenanigans like last time.”

“Boo,” Lando says, but dutifully wraps his arms around Oscar’s waist, slipping his hands into the front pocket of Oscar’s hoodie. “Nice. Hand warmer.”

Oscar merely rolls his eyes and kicks off the curb, ignoring the flutter his heart makes at the feeling of Lando’s hands on his stomach, almost burning through the fabric of his hoodie. There’s only a little wobble before he gets the bike properly going, getting better and better at biking places with someone on the back mostly because Lando doesn’t have a car and Oscar has a hard time saying no to him.

Lando lets his head flop forward, against Oscar’s back, sighs happily into the fabric of Oscar’s hoodie. “You’re the best, you know. Like, an angel. Prince Charming. Prince Angel Charming.”

Oscar snorts, steers the bike down the abandoned streets towards their apartment.

“I wish I could like, keep you,” Lando says, leaning his head on Oscar’s shoulder, his breath only inches away from Oscar’s face, brushing against his cheek with every exhale. “Like, make you small and put you in my pocket and then I could take you out if I was sad.”

Oscar shakes his head, smiles to himself. “I don’t think it works that way, mate.”

“Bleh,” Lando says, rolls his head off of Oscar’s shoulder and flops it against his back again. “The world sucks.”

“’M sorry,” Oscar says. He steers the bike into an alley, narrowly avoids a fallen over trash can.

“’S okay. Sucks a little less with you in it,” Lando mumbles into his hoodie.

Oscar smiles a little sadly. Lando says things like that sometimes. Most often when he’s drunk. It’s. Nice. But it’s not. He doesn’t mean it the way Oscar means it. Which is fine. Oscar’s made his bed and flopped the fuck down onto it from the first time he met Lando and thought oh. It happens, when you pine for someone who can have whoever they want.

But still. He wishes, sometimes. Hopes. It’s stupid, anyway.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, pulling the bike to a stop in front of their shitty little apartment, savoring the feeling of Lando plastered against him for one last second before they have to step off the bike. “Same.”

[trashyswitch]

Mischief in the Feywild

⚠️SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT EPISODE 19 AND ONWARD!⚠️

The group of 6 are walking through the Feywild, with Twig and Gideon running around in front. While Gideon tries to calm down, Twig accidentally finds out about a little ticklish spot thanks to Frost and his telepathy abilities. Frost's words end up causing a whole bunch of mischief, that turns into a devestating loss of dignity for both Gideon and eventually, Frost himself.

As I got past episode 21, I grew to absolutely love Twig and Gideon's relationship from the moment I saw their dynamic in Once Upon a Witchlight. I wanted to really emphasize this friendship, and add some slight playfulness with the others as well. But I mostly wanted to focus on Gideon and Twig. I also wanted to let you know that I will be uploading a few more fanfics to make up for the lack of fanfics the last few weeks. I was really focusing on finishing up my first year of school, and I had put my writing on the backburner for a while. Lastly, I had been at the cottage this last week, and I'll be heading back home tomorrow.

So with all that in mind, I hope you all enjoy!

“Weeee!” A little brownie fey creature declared as she rode the shoulders of her new friend: A very fast fire genasi named Gideon. 

“You- *huff* You havin’ fun up there?” Gideon asked, looking up to Twig out of the corner of his eye. 

“This is so fun! This is so fun! Run like the wind, Gideon!” She cheered excitedly. 

“Ey ey, Capt’n Twig!” He declared, before looking to the right. “I’m gonna do a sharp u-turn, ya alright with that?” Gideon asked. 

“Do it, do it, do it!” She declared. 

“Aaaalright! Let’s GO!” He made his body do a sharp u-turn, making a funny little vrooming sound as he turned. 

Twig’s reddish brown and blonde hair flew in the wind as she let out the most happy little high-pitched “WEEEEEE!” sound.

With Gideon now the other way, he started to sprint to the group again. “Alright! LOOK OUT BELOW!” Gideon shouted, sprinting straight for the group. 

“You know, I’m a little worried about Gideon being too rough with Twig.” Frost admitted. 

“Why’s that?” Kremy turned to look at him. 

Frost looked towards Kremy. “Well-” 

Suddenly, the sound of sliding across slightly moist moss filled the group’s ears as Gideon’s body slid closer and closer to the group. And right as the big set of feet slid to a halt, Gideon’s body stopped right in front of Kremy. With a smoldering look on his face, Gideon looks straight at Kremy. “Helloooo ladies~” 

[The entire group bursted out into laughter, with both Mace and Andy’s laughter audibly towering over the others. 

“Kremy looks at Gideon with…mostly shock and confusion, but you can see the slightest hint of a blush.” Richie told him. 

Derek takes a drink of his can of pop before putting it down. “Frost watches Gideon’s perfect form as he manages to slide to a stop in front of Kremy at just the right time. He nods up and down, uh…almost proudly, before saying-”]

“I take back what I said. Gideon is perfectly capable.” Frost told Kremy. 

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” Twig shouted excitedly. 

Gideon laughed through his breathlessness. “Was that fun?!” Gideon reacted, showing Twig his hand. “High five.” 

Twig gave his hand a high five. “Again, again, again!” She cheered excitedly. 

Gideon shook his head. “Not…not now. Gid needs a break.” He told her, bringing his arms up to take her off his shoulders. 

“Okay. But can I stay on your shoulders?” Twig asked, touching the top of his hair. 

“Sure, why not.” Gideon lowered his hands rather hastily. 

[“Gideon joins the rest of the group.” Mace told them. 

Nikkie nods. “With the group now together, they all spend their time walking and chatting amongst each other.” She explained. “And as you walk, Gid…you can feel Twig playing with your hair, almost like a bored child in need of a distraction.” She explained next.

“I let Twig do this as I’m walking.” Mace explains. “It feels nice, and it helps calm me down.” He added.

Nikkie looked at Mace. “I’ll need you to roll an insight check.”

Mace picked up his d20 dice and rolled it. When he got his number, he checked his insight number. “Uhh…11.”

Nikkie nodded her head. “Alright. You can feel your mind calming down slightly. However, you quickly find that her hair-playing starts to distract you rather than calm you.” Nikkie explained. “The touch doesn’t really hurt, per say. But…the touch feels more…ticklish than anything.” 

Mace tilts his head. “Wait, tickles as in…itches? Or tickles as in, makes you laugh?” He asked for clarification. 

“Up to you.” Nikkie replied. 

“Alright.” Mace smiles and straightens his posture. “I do all I can to ignore the urge to laugh.” Mace told her. 

Richie and Nikkie laugh a little bit. 

“Alright. Roll a deception check for me.” 

Gideon rolls the dice, and adds his deception check. “16.” 

“Alright.” Nikkie replied.] 

Gideon attempted to calm himself down as Twig played with his hair. The thing is, not a lot of people have touched his hair, let alone the top of his head…not even as he was growing up. He expected it to feel nice, and at first…it did. But now it was growing somewhat sensitive. 

“Twig?” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah?” Twig’s hands paused slightly. 

“What are you doing up there?” Gideon asked. 

“Playing with your hair.” Twig started moving her fingers through the hair and scratching mere centimeters away from his scalp. “Why?” 

“N-No reason, juhust-” Gideon bit both his lips as he tried to keep himself together. It felt like the touch alone was pushing him to laugh against his will. It’s not something he’s used to, and he nearly breaks.

“Gid?” Kremy turned to look at him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gricko asked. 

Frost looked at Twig’s hands, before looking at Gideon’s face specifically. “You look like something’s bothering you.” 

“Botherin’? Oh no, nothing's b-bothering me-hehe-” He squeezed his right eye as Twig’s finger scratched a super sensitive part of his scalp. 

[Derek is visibly trying not to laugh. “Suspecting something else,” Derek places his index and middle fingers onto his own forehead. “Frost uses his telekinesis to get into Gideon’s head.” Derek explains. 

Mace laughs. “All you hear is ‘Shit, shit, shit, what is this? It feels weird, why?!’.” Mace explained. 

This explanation alone makes Derek lean his body back with laughter.

“Why do I wanna laugh?!” Mace asks next. 

“There’s nothing funny about this!” Derek added, making more laughter fill the room.] 

Frost widened his eyes and grew a cat-like smile on his face. “I see…” He said with a smirk. 

“You see? What is it?” Kremy asked. 

“I’ll explain in a moment.” Frost told him. 

[“I use my powers to get into Twig’s mind.” Derek places his fingers back onto his forehead before looking at Nikkie.] 

‘Twig, this is Frost. I think you might be tickling Gideon by accident.’ Frost explained in her head. 

[The room of players burst out laughing. “Straight to the point.” Andy mentioned.

“Just no going around it!” Mikie added.] 

‘Tickling Gideon?!’ Twig gasped. 

‘It would seem so.’ Frost replied. 

‘Thanks for the warning, Frost! I had no idea!’ Twig reacted. 

[“The moment after she says this to Frost, she starts scratching and playing with Gideon’s hair even faster than before.” Nikkie told them with a laugh. 

“What?!” Mace drops his jaw, clearly offended.

The group bursts out laughing as Derek panics and moves his fingers back to his forehead to send another telekinetic phrase. “Wait, no!”

“Do I roll a performance check for this? Or a sleight of hand?” Nikkie asks. 

“Sleight of hand, I believe.” Andy replies.  

“Okay.” Nikkie rolls the dice and adds her sleight of hand. “Dirty 20!” She declared. “And Mace, roll me a…strength? Survival? I don’t know…”

“I’ll roll a survival check. That makes the most sense.” Mace told her. 

“At disadvantage, because…” Nikkie motions to Mace and shakes her head. “Well…Tickling.” 

That was all she could get out before the group burst out laughing.]

Gideon's head leaned back as the laughter finally overcame him. “Gahahahaha! What the hehehehell?!” His almost bellowish laughter filled the feywild for a moment as he tried to grab Twig. 

[Richie smiles. “Now, Kremy quickly remembers a time he found a really good tickle spot on Gideon.” He explains. “And though he swore he would never tell a soul about it…” Richie shrugs his shoulders. “He risks it for a biscuit cause he’s a menace.” He concluded.

A collection of ‘Ooooooh’s fill the room for a moment as the table processes the utter betrayal from Richie/Kremy.] 

“Twig, go for his ears!” Kremy yelled out. 

“Okay!” Twig replied. 

[“I can’t believe it’s gotten to this…” Nikkie laughed, before clearing her throat. “Not able to choose which ear to go for, Twig quickly begins scratching at both of Gideon’s ears instead.” Nikkie narrated.

“Good lord…” Mace shook his head. “Gideon just loses it with laughter. He struggles to cover his ears as he realizes that his best friend…his only friend…and now husband…had just told one of his biggest secrets to not only Twig, but to the rest of the group in the process.” Mace told the group.] 

“KREMY YOHOHOHOU AHAHASS!” Gideon shouted. “YOU PROMISED!”

“Oops…” Kremy casually muttered with a snicker. 

Desperate to save what’s left of his dignity, Gideon reached to grab Twig and take her off his shoulders. 

[What number did you get?” Nikkie asked. 

“19.” Mace replied. 

“You pass. You’re able to grab Twig and lift her off you.” Nikkie narrated. 

“Yes!” Mace cheered.] 

“Ihi gotcha, ya little shit.” Gideon brought Twig into his chest and tickled her belly and sides. 

Twig bursted out in high-pitched, squeaky fits of laughter. “eEEEHEEHEE! GIHIHID, IHIHI’M SORRYYYY!” Twig squealed. 

“Don’t you try and get yourself out of this! You started it!” He reminded her. 

[Derek morphed his face into guilt. “Frost looks at this and starts to feel guilty. He feels like Twig’s doom was entirely his fault, and that he should atone for his actions.” Derek explained.] 

Frost cleared his throat. “Uh…Actually Gideon…” He spoke up. “I have a confession.” He admitted. 

Gideon looked at Frost. “Well, make it quick. I’m a little busy.” Gideon told him. 

Frost scratched the back of his head. “It was actually me that told her.” Frost admitted. “I tried to warn her that she was tickling you, and…I suppose she took it as a challenge.” Frost admitted with a small chuckle. 

Gideon slowly paused his fingers and looked at Frost. “Did you…read my mind?” He asked. 

Frost widened his eyes. “Yeah, I did. That’s how I found out.” He admitted. 

Gideon narrowed his eyes at Frost, before looking at Twig. “This true?” He asked. 

Twig nodded her head. “Yeah, it is.” 

Gideon looked at Frost out of the corner of his eye, and put Twig onto his shoulders again. “No touching my ears without my permission, okay?” He told Twig. 

Twig nodded her head. “Okay. Promise!” 

Gideon put his fingers onto his own forehead. ‘Better prepare yourself for the most laughter you’ve ever experienced.’ Gideon said in his mind. 

[Derek widened his eyes. “Oh shit!” 

The group burst out laughing. “Whoa! Okay!” Nikkie reacted. 

“Can Gricko understand what he’s thinking based on his face?” Mikie asked. 

“I don’t know. Roll an insight check. And Mace, roll a persuasion check.” Nikkie told them. 

Mikie rolled the dice. “18.” He said. 

“Dammit…” Mace hung his head. “13.” 

Nikkie threw her head back with laughter. “Oh no!” She reacted.] 

Gricko smirked a little bit. “Well, it’s a good thing you and Frost have something in common…” He teased. 

Frost’s upper body froze, widening his eyes before glaring at the person beside him. “Gricko!” 

Gricko smirked brightly. “Am I wrong?” He asked. 

Frost fixed his hood and looked down, attempting to hide his face. 

Gideon smirked a bit and looked behind him slightly. “Hey Twig, ya wanna team up later?” Gideon asked. 

“Sure!” Twig replied excitedly. 

Kremy widened his eyes, and looked ahead, suddenly growing nervous. He looked at Frost, who was also nervous. He looked forward and tried to keep himself calm as they walked. “Well…” Was all he could get out. 

Let’s just say…they both should’ve remembered the consequences before going against a large Fire Genasi and his little fey brownie friend…

[bug-s0da]

I so wasn't aware that you're also watching Penny/snapcube and when you posted the lawyersona it was really like "the crossover I didn't know I needed". It was just such a delight and so wholesome And the animation has been living in my head rent free since then, it's just the perfect gif (and all the respect for all the work you put into it!)

WEEEEEE ive been watching the occasional VODs every once in a while for maybe 1-2 years now! mostly just vods; i dont have twitch bc im not usually big into streamers but penny's swag Streamour Demeanour grew on me pretty fast! cool to see someone who's known of my art previously who is also a snapcube fan :]

and tysm i appreciate the kind words... makes me very satisfied that people liked the animated sprite so much! animation isn't my strength as someone who struggles with the tedious and repetitive LMAO but super happy that i pushed thru and finished it up. glad you enjoy it :3

[gravedigest]

Gonna answer this over here, hope you don’t mind.

Oops it’s gonna be rambling I am so sorry

A lot of my writing winds up being freestyle, and getting something going takes four or five tries to stick the opener, like pulling the cord on an engine to get it to start. I have like three 2k word versions of how I wanted Doing Something to go, and one of them actually has Sanford in Hank’s place and Sanford’s more like a refrigerator than a runaway lawnmower. It wasn’t as fun to write, so I shucked it into the “neat concept, I’ll fuck with it later” bin.

Which is fine, I can have as many half-formed ideas as I want because I have the storage space for it.

From there I kinda write out little scene chunklets that I can rearrange or swap out with eachother, I’ll be thinking about the next scene I wanna do while I’m writing a different chunk, or thinking about an old chunk while writing a new one that I can slot in between that’ll make the overall story more coherent. So like, giving Doc a motive for specifically using Deimos to pilot Hank? I didn’t have one for a really fucking long time, then I was writing I think, like, Deimos’ meltdown and was like “Okay actually Deimos is going to be Doom. You can run Doom on anything.”

Then once I get my chunklets in a row I can go back over and add in more shit, and it makes it really easy to change details. Hank in the restaurant, how did he get to the restaurant? Fuck it. He was holed up in the tower this whole time and it was right next door. I’ll mention Deimos smells something burnt up in that other scene, weeeeee~

I kinda got this whole method from just writing vignettes? HNMT is a pretty obvious example of shoving a bunch of little scenes together to make something longer. I was using the research notes in that to kind of give hard stops so I didn’t need to stitch everything together as much. Because I’m lazy. And being lazy means you come up with fun ways to cut corners like that.

Tis how the first livestreaming video was invented. People didn’t wanna go stand up to see if the coffee was done, so they just hooked up a camera to a network and forced it to stream the video. I think I remember that right, take it with a shaker of salt, I ain’t remember shit good.

I highly recommend just doing a shitload of self indulgent vignettes though, just a bunch of scenes you want to read that don’t have to be connected to each other that you don’t have to do anything with. Eventually you might wind up connecting some of them together and extrapolating on a concept, and you can snowball from there.

Or just make a fun little oneshot, Workday is from a 30k document of what amounts to practicing each character individually in a bunch of scenarios, kind of just getting a feel of how I can have people interact and differentiate them from one another. It also just has a lot of stupid dialogue.

I fucking love writing dialogue. It’s really bad. But also neat when you can figure out how to give characters enough voice to where you don’t get confused about who’s saying what without having to say “he said, they said, x explained” yadda yadda. I use that thing as a reference for how I write each character to kind of gage consistency, and I’m not the best at it but I sure am getting better.

So, yeah. I get distracted really easily and this all sort of helps direct me being distracted into getting more work done than I would’ve if I had to follow a real outline, playing with legos instead of worrying about brick and mortar.

TLDR: Mostly freestyle, then editing in the plot beats that form naturally from that.

@ya-killin-me-smalls

[anotherghoul666]

Show of hands for SWISS ANGST

Who wants a tag for my next fic (tentative release window being next week / before the end of the month) where I purge all of my fucking abandonment issues on Swiss? XD

It will be in my a/b/o verse but there's not gonna be any smut. It'll be mature rated for mentions of heats and fucking and stuff because a/b/o, duh, along with heavy subject matter and language, but there will be no sex or kink depicted, so it's gonna be suitable for my non-Explicit readers. It's gonna be a much smoother read if you've read the previous 2 parts of the a/b/o verse tho cause the fics overlap and I don't re-explain things. So important plot points that happened in the other parts are referenced here and influence this fic.

It's based on this ask thread here: 1 -- 2 -- 3 And it's angst. Abandonment issues, rejection, misscommunication, burned out gifted kid syndrome, ressentment, distance and basically the whole pack fucking up while trying to do the right thing. So yall gotta be in a good headspace to read this shit. This is 100% me performing therapy on myself like I did with my previous non-smut Aether/Dew hurt/comfort. Except this one is kinda just, hurt. With a glimmer of hope, but mostly. Self indulgent cathartic writing weeeeee!

Who wants in on the pain train with me? :D

[snakes-on-skates]

pin... uhh. the post.

down there. ⬇️

hi this is my blog :p im Snakes

(pfp is from this post by @/beegswaz, header is also linked at the bottom of this post)

i go by any and all pronouns idc. she he they it any neos you think id like idk. mirror pronouns are fun too you can do that. if you want.

aspec/arospec bi sorta thing i guess

i am a furry also. just so you know. alterhumam/otherkin too. if you have any questions abt that sorta stuff i usually dont mind answering just be nice yknow

some of my general interests are art, video games, cartoons, etc.

i am definitely 100% normal about the antagonist Bill Cipher from gravity falls. totally. i do NOT think about him constantly because that would be abnormal. and im totally normal about him. (lying) anyways you can always talk to me about gravity falls i love gravity falls PLEASE TALK TO ME

this blog is mostly reblogs but i do post my art :3 its under #my art ik soo original. if theres a character youd like me to draw ill probably do it as long as its a furry character im still practicing my human drawing skillz. and if youve seen me draw a character before you can ask for them because obviously im confident enough in my ability

spam liking/reblogging/interacting is always allowed. go nuts

i have a sideblog where i post about my OCs n stuff its pretty cool check it out here if u wanna @snakes-on-the-side

if you like incest, rpf, non-con, or shipping adults and minors then i dont like you

if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, a terf, or a map then i dont like you

if theres anything specific you wanna know about me you can just shoot me an ask. unless its my address or something i wont give you that

mutuals if you are reading this: <3. yes that means you too. all of you. ur great.

i got my current header gif from @/divorcedfiddleford and its from this post

yayy yippie wahoo yaaaay weeeeee

(^ by @/banana-dawg)

[tokillamockingbird427]

Pls pls pls share your kick headcannons with us

(If u want cant make you do something you don't want but it would be great)

Love your page btw

I shall indeed, feel free to bug me about the others if you want to! Just keep in mind it'll take me a min to answer lol.

Just so I don't kill someone's thumbs, read more thing

Ginger, rust red and not carrot red, which is something he's very insistent on. He's very proud of his eyebrows and eyelashes, thank you.

I like to think he has amber eyes. Honey brown. Ya'know? Pretty.

Shorter than Hesh, but taller than Logan. (Side note: I hc Logan to be the shortests of the Ghosts. But! That doesn't mean he's not strong. He's stocky.)

Not built as thick as Hesh or Merrick, but he ain't a lightweight either.

Freckles everywhere. Mostly on his face and shoulders.

Likes his facial hair but keeps it short to not aggravate regs more since he already lets his hair grow out longer than it should be. (Elias and Merrick both turn a blind eye.)

Has a white streak/spot in his hair above his right eye. It's been there since he was a weeeeee baby, and he thinks it makes him look cool.

Prankster of the group. Enjoys harmless but annoying jokes such as sprinkling glitter in Merrick beard when he's asleep and switching Logan and Hesh's vests so they put on the wrong ones. (They figure it out because the size difference.) Not even Elias is safe, though Kick takes it easy on him and just moves his office supplies around to give him small trouble. (He has his bias because Elias is Team Dad.)

Enjoys making little crafts in his spare time. Like you know those mini dollhouse kits? I think he'd like making those because it's very meticulous and time consuming, so just one gives him a good month+ long project. When he's done he might display it or send it home to family.

Speaking of family, I like to think he has a little sister. Hence him sending the dollhouses home.

Adores pirates. Games, movies, documentaries, books, etc. Everything.

100% ate sand once on a dare (Keegan dared him) and never hears the end of it even years and years later.

Seems like he'd keep a diary, just to keep track of the day.

Multilingual. Spanish, english, italian, some ASL.

Enjoys orange flavored candy. Like above all other flavors.

Collects pens. From bic ballpoints to extravagant fountain pens, he's got to have one of them all! Half of them are "stolen"

Can play the fiddle. (Went to band camp as a kid.)

[juicezone]

16 & 23 for the writing ask game :3 ?

16. favorite place to write i would LOVE to write on my bed more but by the time i get set up w the little desk/tray thing im like... bleh... so mostly in the little office rom where i do my courswork/draw/veg out !

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing self-indulgent for sure lol uhhh hurt/comfort-y and uhh processing (me when i have something i cant process myself: we can make an oc outta that-)

writing game weeeeee!

[what-in-the-gloobie-glob]

VERY INTERESTED

First. Bats are cool. Also Journi is such a lovely name.

I LOVE the family dynamic, Journi and Blue seem to be very close to eachother.

And we've got some... implications at the end 👀

I'm very interested to see where this goes

Might I perhaps get a tag on the updates?

Chapter #1: The Quest Begins (part 1)

The word batty has several meanings, crazy; insane, relating to or resembling a bat. The one that people think of in this world is more of the last one, especially when thinking of the people from Spiunknds; an island in the middle of five islands known for its trade and bat-like people. The home of the great Orcus Valerie; one of the great five heroes who saved the lands from the Night Queen.

Most people thought of this as a normal day and it was for some, the sun rising from the east to start a new day. It was early in the morning when a young fruit bat woke from a dream. It was a weird dream as there was this lady that they thought only existed in the stories that appeared in it. She had been cursing the lands little by little until she had been able to break free from her containment.

“What the hell was that about?” They mumbled under their breath as they sat in bed with their legs crossed, a puzzled expression on their face while bits and pieces of the dream played in their head. It was unusual as they only remembered only one or two bits of whatever dreams they had the night prior, but than they were still a bit blurry; these were clear as day and this concerned them. The teenager’s thought process was cut short by the pitter patter of feet coming down the hall with quiet giggles following. 

“Journi! Journi! Wake upppp!” A little boy’s voice squealed as he practically banged on his older sibling’s door out of excitement. The eight-year-old always seemed to have this energy in this morning that Journi wished they still had. They laughed as they slowly scooted to the side of their bed and slowly got up. 

“Calm down, Baby Blue! I’m awake so stop banging on my door you goofball!” Journi opened the door and looked down at the little boy with a tired grin. “Is mom and dad making pancakes? Is that why you’re so excited?” The boy giggled and nodded, grasping his older sibling’s hand and tugging them along down the hallway. The two soon entered the dinning room and Bleu sat down at his usual chair.

      Journi walked by and gently ruffled his already messing copper colored hair, his jade green eyes looking at them with pure joy and excitement just like any other morning. They walked past and into the kitchen where their mother and father were, they hadn’t noticed them until they spoke up. 

“Mornin’ mom. Mornin’ dad.” Their voice was still laced with sleep as they stood there for a moment, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. Their mother looked over with her soft jade eyes first, and a soft smile appeared on her lips. 

“We were wondering when you’d get up, Journi.” Venus spoke up as she stopped cutting up some fruit and cleaned her hands off. The orchid haired woman noticed the light bags under her eldest child’s eyes, and she walked over to them and cupping their cheeks. “Oh, hunny… are you having bad dreams again?” She asked with that soft, motherly voice of hers.

   The copper haired man looked over after hearing Jouri and his wife speak, he cracked a small smile before focusing on what he was cooking. “Mornin’, kid. I’m gonna guess ‘nd say Blue woke ya up?” His southern accent there as he spoke. He knew how his son was in the morning, the kid could have barely had any sleep and be still hyper in the morning before he crashed later in the day.

    “More like a weird dream.” The seventeen-year-old looked over after answering their mother. “No, he didn't. He did startle me though, I nearly fell off my bed because he was banging on my door.” They cracked a small smile, Amphorn noticed the look plus the comment; he'd talk to them after breakfast.“Anything I can help with?” Journi asked as they looked between their parents.

Amphorn and Venus looked at each other before looking at their eldest child. “Could you go ask Bleu how many pancakes he’d like?” Venus asked with a soft smile. The teenager nodded and left the kitchen to go talk to the eight-year-old who was waiting out in the dining room for them to join him. As soon as Journi was out of the room, Venus turned to her husband with a worried look. “You don’t think the dream was about…Her, do you, Amp?” Her voice was quiet as she slowly walked over.

A heavy sigh left the man’s lips, his eyes shifted from the pan after finishing up the last pancake before they returned to his wife, who now had a hand gently placed on his arm. “I’ll talk to them ‘bout it after breakfast, Ve…I’ll tell ya if it was. But go ahead and get it out.” He went on in a low voice. 

“Just in case?” She inquired as she went to grab the bowl of fruit to take it out to the dining room, there was uneasiness in her voice as she looked at her husband for some sort of response of approval to do so. He gave her a small, quick nod.

(Cliff hanger >:D)