#colours stayed sorta the same

[asphy7]

Wanted to draw @heybiji ‘s Dandelion again

He’s a cool lil guy

[bobbydagen24]

little idea what if Brozone's parents did come back in the future alive but they look down on Branch for being Grey.

like they see it as something that brings shame on their family and that it shows that Branch is just weak willed.

as maybe that was an attitude often held in Troll society in the old days before the events of the first film where literally every Troll went Grey Briefly.

so even knowing about Grandma's death and him only being a child they still view him going Grey for such a long time that it became partly permanent as being because he's just weak or maybe some sorta freak.

like I would imagine it as maybe in this scenario the parents were overly strict and emotionally cold they were the ones who initially pushed the older members to be perfect.

and caused them a lot of stress and issues as a result namely causing JD to follow their example after the parents walked out on them one day.

and when they return in present day claiming to be changed and remorseful over the past the older Bros are Reluctant at first but maybe

Branch and Floyd being the youngest and the ones who Remember the least about how the parents were ( in Branch's case nothing at all since he was Barely Hatched when the parents left )

are more open and keen on giving the parents another chance and somewhat push JD Bruce and Clay to do the same

which they do in the end when the parents are able to convince them that they're sorry and that they want to be a part of their lives.

only for them to at first show a subtle Different attitude towards Branch and his appearance especially after they find out its a Result of him being Grey for most of his life.

and they start more and more showing a certain attitude towards him sorta leaving him out of the family when they are all talking or doing things together

and showing no interest in him as opposed to the others and when they are alone with him he tries to approach them only for them to just be Blatant

in their disapproval of him stating he's weak and an embarrassment and he's basically a walking permanent reminder of how badly he messed up in his own life

and they can't believe one of their own flesh and blood is forever a "" Grayling "" sorta saying it as a really filthy word that they can Barely utter from their mouths.

and Despite the older Brothers just initially being happy to have the parents back in their lives they eventually kinda can't ignore how different they Treat Branch.

sorta like when someone you know is just casually being Racist or Homophobic and you feel uncomfortable by it but you don't really wanna cause conflict so you just sorta ignore it and stay quiet.

but eventually the older Bros do stick up for Branch pointing out everything he went through and overcame from such a young age and everything he's gone on to do as an adult like helping Poppy save all of their Tribes music.

and they say his left over Greyness doesn't make him weak or anything like that and if anything they're proud of him

and who he became despite going through some horrible times without any of them to support or help him which they call their parents out on while acknowledging their own fault in that as well.

and in in the end they send the parents packing since they Realise they haven't really changed and they are all better off without them.

with Brozone all being Disappointed by just what major Jerks their parents have always and will always be and Branch being somewhat upset that they looked down on him so much

but he's also at the same time pretty happy that his Bros stood up for him against their own mom and dad and even said they were proud of him.

tho of course Branch tries to act casual about his Happiness over that last part but his colours Brighten slightly giving him away with the Bros light heartedly teasing him over it

in a way making him feel slightly less bad over his physical differences.

sooo yeah just a little idea I had kinda combining past ideas about the parents being crappy people who were Harsh to Brozone while adding in some Grey Troll Discrimination.

as I find that idea kinda interesting that maybe the few permanent Grey Trolls that there are would be looked down on by some sections of Troll society

and it'd be viewed as some sorta character flaw or even a Disgusting illness that makes people wanna avoid them.

FR I Hope we do see other Permanent Grey Trolls in the future I think it could either make for an aspect of an interesting main story or at least just a neat little bit of world building if we see them Briefly.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Young!Samuel Seo with Young!Reader: Leave him be

G/N. Dinner Guest. Sorta expansion on Food.

Your mom and dad have forbidden you from wandering on your own.

It's too dangerous, you might get run over, you might get snatched. You're too young. When you're older. Blah blah blah.

Everything needs to wait until you're older. Ugh.

So how come he (and you stare accusingly at the oblivious kid) gets to wander around on his own? Entering your family's store without an adult. He even looks younger than you!

You scrunch up your face at the unfairness of it all.

.

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Shaking, nervous fingers swipe a candy bar from a shelf before being hastily shoved into a pocket.

He glances around, peering left and right. Shifty and obvious as hell.

You open your mouth, about to yell, when you feel your father's firm grip on your arm. His lips, usually smiling and joyful, are pulled into a thin line. He shakes his head no.

"Leave him be," he murmurs.

The boy scurries out and you think life is more unfair than ever.

.

.

"Leave him be," is repeated at you each time as the adults hold you back.

What is it about the strange boy, with the unkempt hair and dirty shoes that lets him get away with so much?

The unkempt hair and dirty shoes-

And grubby oversized clothes. Same shorts and t-shirt everyday.

And coat worn thin at the elbows. Too thin for this weather, and you think about your own that your mom fusses over and wraps you in everyday.

And hands fisted by his stomach. Trying to mute his own hunger pang and rumbles.

And, today, a bruise and swelling on his right cheek. Finger prints marked into his wrist when he reaches out for the candy bar and his coat sleeve rides up.

Even as a child yourself, you finally get it - what the adults mean when they tell you to 'leave him be'.

.

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He lingers.

Used to scurry away like an unwanted pest, not meeting your eyes on the way in or out.

Now the minutes stretch on. Elongates into double digits. Is it because the weather has turned bitter and harsh? Has your family convenience store, with tight aisles full of colourful snacks, food packaged in plastic and cartoon characters, now become a safe space?

You're playing by the back shelves, full of household odd items that never seem to shift and feel a pair of eyes watching you.

You turn and he's there. Staring.

"What are you doing?" The boy asks. It's the first time you've heard him speak.

"Playing," You shrug, and his eyebrows knit at the concept. "Wanna play? I can be the customer and you can be the owner."

He shuffles, shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back again, and you think he might bolt and that's the end of that. You'll never see him again.

But-

He looks at you with his big brown eyes, more calculating and shrewd than bears thinking about for a child his age, the bruise on his cheek now mottled green and purple and says-

"Ok."

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.

It's a small and quiet 'ok' but he doesn't bolt. Your dad brings back drinks and snacks. All your favourites and more, and you think it's something to do with the presence of this boy-

"Samuel," he tells you, then eyes widening as if he let a secret slip.

"Y/N," you respond, not registering his reaction and only focusing on the game at hand.

"Y/N," he says quietly to himself. Trying out the sounds and syllables in his mouth.

You both play until the street lights flicker, turning on and covering the world in a warm orange hue.

"What time is it?" his head whips around nervously, reality crashing down on both your make-believe world.

"Six," your dad calls out, taking a break from stocking the ramen, "Did you want to stay for dinner?"

“Six!” Samuel exclaims, and you wonder if that is his curfew or something. Your eyes are drawn to his bruise again. "I have to go," 

He rushes towards the exit, nearly tripping over clumsy feet in his haste to leave. Trying to tug on his coat and button it, a small resistance against the unforgiving and cutting wind chill.

"Come play next time!" you shout at his retreating back.

Samuel's hand stills on the door. He turns, smiling, yearning and wistful before the cold, dark street claims him.

"Next time." 

[calamitaswrath]

Honestly though one aspect of Xenoblade X not being as much in the eyes of Xenoblade fans/Nintendo that I actually enjoy is that it means that Cross is actually allowed to stay the player avatar.

Like, Fire Emblem got really popular after Awakening, which further leaned into the whole player avatar thing that FE12 already introduced, and then followed up on that with Robin and Corrin. But because Fire Emblem really went in on spin-offs once it got popular, the player avatars started appearing in stuff like Smash, Warriors and Heroes, which meant that they just had to pick one appearance for them. Which, y'know, is fair enough. But it also means that all the customization options they had in Awakening and Fates are just completely swept under the rug, to the point that Byleth, Shez and Alear don't even have any customization anymore.

What I'm getting at here with regards to Xenoblade X is that I'm just glad that default male and female Cross haven't really solidified themselves as proper character into the fanbase, because.

Look at these. They just look so boring. Sure, male Cross has a sorta interesting colour scheme, but he's just so generic. And female Cross looks like she's meant to be around the same age as Lin, which I'd really rather not have be the case. X has so much customization for your player avatar, and I'm just really glad that that still exists in the minds of X fans.

[markerofthemidnight]

The Six Veldigun And Their Horror Monster Archetypes, or How To Make A Good Veldigun OC

So I’ve been thinking a lot about Veldigun. What would happen if I created more, specifically. The thing about them is that they’re all made to fit into specific horror monster archetypes: so I figured, why not explore those archetypes to help those who want to make good OCs that seem like they’d be canon characters?

(Note to self that I only have fairly limited knowledge of horror movies, and what I have seen is based almost entirely on Kill Counts for them. So this is just a collection of that limited knowledge, plus some extra help from TV Tropes.)

The Main Six

Clyde - Basic Horror Monster

There’s really not much to say about Clyde. He’s a parody of your basic supernatural horror monsters: the Xenomorph, the Thing, Pennywise- that last one especially is clearly a big inspiration for him.

You could also say the Velociraptors from Jurassic Park (or the Indominus, or the Indoraptor- really any of the smarter dinos) and I wouldn’t blame you. Clyde’s biggest weapon is easily his intelligence, no matter how fast he is or how badly he can warp body and mind.

Winfrey - Brown Note Being

(ok I know this is kind of an awkward name given the trope’s named after a recurring joke from South Park but it’s what TV Tropes calls this kind of horror monster so I’ll go with it)

This is the best trope I could find to sum up what he is, if what was established in the old lore still keeps up. He’s really big, and mainly stays in the same place all the time, but his “music” is what makes him dangerous.

He’s like a Quiet Place monster but in reverse. Other similarities you could pull include the Bird Box monster and Medusa.

Klaus - Slasher Villain

I think it’s been said in the old lore (again, if it still keeps up) than Klaus doesn’t absorb people’s minds like the others, he just kills them. This combined with his humanoid appearance (humanoid for a Veldigun, that is) and height makes it pretty obvious what he’s pulling from.

Big members of this archetype include Ghostface, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger (kinda?), Jason Voorhees, and- most importantly as he has been said to be a big inspiration for him- William Afton.

Jack - The Trap

This is less of a horror monster archetype and more of a horror game mechanic but come on, this is clearly what he’s pulling from.

He’s supposed to be like a mimic, or the Dread Duckies from Dark Deception. An inanimate object that you think is safe to approach, but then oh fuck, you’re dead.

Simon - The Exception

Because there’s always one of these kinds of monster. Whenever there’s a whole bunch of different monsters and they all have different mechanics, there’s always one that actually doesn’t pose a threat to you at all. Not much more to say.

The Flock - ???

…I’m not actually sure what he’s supposed to be.

My closest guess is that he’s supposed to be a horror monster that’s actually not a monster at all but just a particularly aggressive animal, like Jean Jacket from Nope. What do you guys think?

Archetype Ideas For All You OC Creators

And here’s what you’re all looking for: the part where I list off all the horror monster tropes I can think of so you can make Veldigun of them! Take a look:

Parasite/Hive Mind - Hive Mind Veldigun that has a “main body” with limited abilities but can also infect people into sorta sub-Veldigun that can’t infect others themselves and can also be killed. How would you guys take this? I’m thinking “nest of countless brightly-coloured, itching ants that lay eggs under your skin to brainwash you” myself.

Mind Hive - Ok, what if there was a Veldigun that didn’t absorb minds in the same way the others do? As in, there is no “main” Veldigun and instead just all of its victims fighting for control?

Little Menaces - This is kinda a sub-kind of the hive mind idea I brought up earlier but think about it. You know Gremlins? What if that but Veldigun?

Blind/Deaf - This trope has become ALL TOO FUCKING popular in the past few years. We need a Veldigun about it.

Ghostlike - Basically if Grimmso got the chance he deserved. All the basic ghost abilities: invisibility, intangibility, flight, etc. Is this a bit too OP for a Veldigun? Yes. Do I care? No.

Living Curse - This kinda wasn’t worded correctly but imagine a Veldigun that’s less of a tangible entity and more of a force. Like the Smile curse, or the Killer Track from Hatchetfield.

[thesnailtail]

hello neutual (new mutual). the idea of your MMJ -> Niigo genreswap is eating at my brain . I'm incredibly interested

;; hello neutual!!!!

;; is this an invitation to infodump? im taking this as an invitation to infodump :3

;; more more jump! the anonymous music circle who's members hide away from the public.

;; jist of everything is that minori "rinrin" starts composing to improve her abilities in idol auditions (don't question it), then (in order) airi "riri" gets roped in as the mv maker, then shizuku "rook" as the artist and after a whole lotta plot and sekai shenanigans, haruka "ruka" as the lyricist.

;; their personalities and whatnot are mostly the same. minori is super energetic and hopeful, for all except three hours of the day where she's the opposite (luckily she's usually asleep), haruka is haruka except sleep deprived and the guilt complex is worse, talking to airi is a 50/50 on whether she'll glare at you or walk away and shizuku... we'll get to that.

;; their sekai is the fairytale sekai and it's basically a massive forest, except for the one massive clearing that has a stage. except the stage is not in good condition..

;; each vocaloid is based off of a different fairytale thing. miku (princess) and luka (witch) are their starting vocaloids, but (in order) rin (some sorta forest spirit-esque thing) shows up in colour of myself, meiko (mythical creature tamer) shows up in you deserve it! break time!, kaito (royalty) shows up for worldwide wander and len (also some sorta forest spirit-esque thing) shows up at some other point that i haven't decided.

;; the order of events is slightly shuffled, only because colour of myself needs to be first. because colour of myself is the "shizuku quit your job" event. did i mention that she didn't quit during the main story? yeah she never gets the push she needs to quit and stays there. -> because the cloverdamned turning point quote is haruai

;; which leads back to the "and shizuku... we'll get to that." comment. yeah she's not doing well. she's been balancing work and these meetings (one of which she enjoys and finds comfort in. hint: it isn't the one involving her groupmates who hate her) so she's stressed, dealing with perfectionism and all that.

;; at some point in colour of myself, minori gets really sick and shizuku is very iffy about it. (her and rin were witness to minori starting her "sekai research", part one of which was to eat plants in the sekai. something bad happened.) that's the most random fact anyway continuing on

;; minori solves her problems in every event by getting a whole lot of sugar in her system, acting like 'normal' then sugar crashing at about four am. which is when she sleeps for three hours or just cries for no discernable reason. then she repeats this at seven am.

;; group relationship wise is funny because. minori is more chill about being in a group with the other three (having worked out their identities way before they all worked out each others and having time to process that).

;; so minoharu is along the lines of "ruka-chan responds to my kindness with trust issues. what do i do"

;; minoai is airi daring minori to do dumb stuff and minori doing it then airi getting incredibly concerned as she injures herself in more and more unhinged ways

;; and minoshizu is "[says anything]" "yeah, same".

;; haruai are attempting to murder each other at any given point. i would be joking but one of their first interactions (that ive written) in sekai is: "oh are you not gonna say hello to your groupmate momoi?" "go fuck yourself." "id rather not."

;; harushizu are looking at each other's situations and going "at least mine isn't that bad". <- they are both bad in different ways

;; shizuai is shizuai. airi is the main encourager for shizuku getting out of cheerful*days and shizuku is the number one fan of airi.

;; all of them are clingy, in very different ways. minori just needs to be able to hear them over call or see them and she's happy. shizuku will just grab onto people (airi or minori usually). airi and haruka act like they aren't clingy but panic if they haven't heard anything from one of their groupmates in a day.

;; this au is where the minoshizu part of this fic came from!

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

Me made an AU ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ it’s a FNAF and subnautica AU!!!

Oki so lemme explain because there are tons of these sorta AUs so as a planet 4546B enthusiast (close to beating the first game just need to build the rocket) and as a Sun and Moon Lover, I think there needs to be more!!

Any ways my Au takes place quite a few years before the Degasi crashed into planet 4546B! Y/N comes from a government that punishes criminals by throwing them onto unknown or dangerous planets and doing it again once the criminal escapes till the criminal dies or earns their freedom, Y/N has been framed for a horrific crime, they didn’t fight because they knew they had no alibi, Y/N has never been one to have friends so it was almost as if people had been expecting them to do a horrific crime, there was no convincing them otherwise!

Y/N was basically yeeted to the planet, no one cared if they lived but they survived the landing in the ocean, they landed near the floating island, they eventually got to the safe shallows after a night on the island, of course swimming to find more resources is scary but even more terrifying when you have Thalassophobia! But before We talk more about Y/N lets talk about Sun and Moon Lore!!

Sun and Moon call each other siblings but they aren’t biological related, they just happened to hatch on the same day! They are hybrids of creatures on planet 4546B and other planets, they were artificially created by an Architect called Af-ton!!

Moon is a hybrid of a Ghost and Reaper Leviathan with human and squid! He uses the grabby grabby claws on his back to hold meals still and to hold a pillow made of kelp while he sleeps, he sleeps mostly during the day but when Sun wants to explore during the day he will stay awake to explore with him, once he meets Y/N he’ll start carrying Y/N around in his grabby claws while he swims around always comes up to give Y/N oxygen. Has a bit more tough love with getting Y/N to go deeper and swim around more deeper areas.

Sun is a hybrid of a ghost leviathan, crab snake, Mesmer and human! He uses his petal shaped things on his head to lure prey in much like a Mesmer, they will also flash bright colours when excited, curious, sad and angry! He explores a lot! He’s curious about everything! He sleeps during the night, he likes to be carried around by Moon while sleeping and is just a little touch starved for affection other than from Moon. Once he meets Y/N he’d try getting them to go deeper in the ocean and encourage them to come explore with him!

Since Sun and Moon are the youngest as the last creations from Af-ton before many of the architects uploaded their consciousness into computers, they hang out around the safe shallows to hide from the bigger hybrids, they commonly talk to Chica and Freddy but not Monty and Roxy because of their aggressive behaviour. They both explore deeper water when they can but they get word of mouth from Freddy and Chica, one day Freddy told them he saw a meteor crash into the ocean near the floating island! They go to explore and find a bunch of metal fragments where it crashed so they decided to go rest at the island before swimming back to safe shallows but instead they found an odd creature sitting on the edge of the island, small enough to not be of any danger to them but not small enough to be a quick easy snack, could it be an alien from the meteor or is it a new hybrid from Af-ton??? They’ll find out soon enough but first Y/N needs to get the courage to hop in the water

[nana-mania]

“BIRDS OF A FEATHER” you and him are soulmates...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : nahoya kawata

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, yandere! reader

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : sorta graphic details of torture scene, bdsm, yandere behavior, blood

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OH, you were so in love.

Seeing him for the first time painted your grey world with kaleidoscopic colours. Hearing his attractive voice made your heart skip a beat that you recorded his voice everytime he was talking near you. Seeing his big smile never cease to brighten up your day.

Since you were only a child, you used to loathe school as you despised being forced to socialize. You preferred staying at home and isolated yourself in your personal sanctuary also known as your bedroom, the only place in this world that made you feel safe. But since you met him, you started to like school.

Nahoya Kawata was his name. Such a beautiful name fitting for a perfect man like him. People around, especially his twin brother, addressed him as "Smiley", referring to his tendency to smile almost all the time. You yourself had never seen him without a smile before.

He was charming, cute and funny.

You started interacting with him during your first year in highschool though it was mostly one-sided. Around that time, Souya, his twin brother, was absent to school so Nahoya attended school alone. Not to mention, that was his first time showing up at school ever since the new school year started. Unfortunate for him, that day, the teacher assigned the students to complete an assignment in pair.

While most classmates had found their partner for the assignment, two students remained alone. Those two students were you and Nahoya. The teacher forced you to pair up with him even though you firmly assured you were capable of finishing the assignment alone. When Nahoya approached you and sat in front of you, your world suddenly stopped turning. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as your gaze landed on him.

At the moment you saw his bright smile, something inside you...changed.

"This is shit and I suck at this subject. My bad but I have to leave everything to you. You don't mind, do you?"

You were at loss for words as Nahoya had finished talking. You tried to speak but your voice cord didn't work, as if refusing to cooperate. You ended up staying quiet the whole time while Nahoya giddily led all conversation. He barely did any work yet you didn't care. You finished the assignment yourself and still gave him credit.

It wasn't his fault he couldn't contribute to the assignment. You were too nervous to talk to Nahoya properly. His flirtatious voice, his cute laughter made your heart fluttered with excitement.

How was it possible for a single man to make you act this way?

Nahoya and you had been in the same class since first year of highschool. He skipped school often so you ended up stalking him outside school hours. For two years straight, you stalked him, learnt many things about him and fell in love with him more everyday.

Now, you both were in third-year. You barely saw Nahoya on the first year of high school as you knew he was involved with lots of gang activities. But he came to school more often these days. You heard rumors that the gang he joined had disbanded around the time you and him were about to finish first year of highschool.

Seeing him at school more often was a blessing for you. Not only you could observe him more but you could stare at him all day while he was busy spacing out in class. Watching him doing silly stuffs like annoying Souya, doodling questionable things on his desk, dozing off during lesson.

It wasn't that hard for you to watch him as Nahoya sat next to you.

Regardless of the joy you felt, there was a downside to this change in Nahoya's life. Considering he presented himself to school a lot more these days, many of your female classmates started to pay attention to him. His bright personality as extrovert made him approachable hence unsurprisingly, he got along well with the rest of the class.

You didn't want to lose him. You couldn't let other girls stole him from you. So you decided to change yourself to be in the same league as him.

You developed your communication skills, enhanced your charm as a woman and improved your seductiveness. You even changed your style, from head to toe, but the external change wasn't as tremendous as your internal change. It wasn't like your old self was completely gone. You were just...pretending to be a friendly, cheerful trendy girl to protect your loved one. You would not lie, you were proud of yourself for the dedication you poured into this. Now, there were two popular figures in class.

Nahoya and you.

While you were adored by the boys, Nahoya became the major heartthrob for the girls. Despite undergoing such massive transformation, you were yet to have the capability to interact with Nahoya properly. Both of you were like strangers in class now.

Nahoya used to greet you everytime he saw you but now...he no longer did that. He became cold out of nowhere. He greeted everyone in class except you. You were heartbroken but you didn't give up. After all, what's love without a few obstacles and hardship? This was a test for your loyalty and love for him!

You needed to do everything in your power to fix this situation then win his heart.

One of your female classmates organized a party. She came from a rich family so the party was a luxurious one. Everyone was demanded to wear fancy garments or they would get kicked out.

"Anybody who dresses like a damn hobo doesn't deserve a place in MY party!"

You weren't a huge fan of fancy dresses and you had no interest in attending the party. Of course, you had to take part because Nahoya would be there. You couldn't let it slide. That girl, the party host, had a huge crush on Nahoya. If you didn't join the party, there was a chance for her to steal him from you.

For once, you asked your parents to buy you something. They were more than glad to buy you expensive goods since you were their one and only child. Plus, you were very "well-behaved" in their eyes. When you asked them to buy you something, they were overjoyed. You never asked your parents to buy you anything. Only this time, you had to as the dress you wished to own was over your budget.

You made the right choice. The dress looked perfect on you. Not too revealing, easy to move around despite being a dress and you could potentially outshine the party host, also known as your female classmate, your current rival.

You were the center of attention at the party.

Everyone's eyes were on you as you casually walked around the host's fancy house, quietly enjoying the food and pretending to not notice the eyes studying you. Even Nahoya couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Hey, (L/n)... Mind some company?" A boy, one of the attractive boys in your class, offered you a drink. You accepted it with a smile even though you were mentally gagging at the way he smiled at you.

You want Nahoya to smile at you like that.

The boy's smile widened before he boldly wrapped his arm around your waist. Now, you weren't expecting for him to be so daring. You chuckled awkwardly and tried to push him away. "Hey, save that for later. Why don't we chat first?"

You made up an excuse and he bought it. He began happily talking to you, discussing about your "transformation" and how much he had been attracted to you since then. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand started to slowly rub your hips.

"You are eager, aren't you?" You managed out while cracking a fake smile, cringing at your own words. He brushed it off with low chuckles. You then looked away from him, your gaze landed on Nahoyaand a girl who happened to be the host of the party.

Oh, you were boiling with rage.

The girl was flirting with your future husband, her arms wrapped around his neck as she playfully caressed his fluffy hair. You wanted to go over to them and smash her head into the wall repeatedly until she dies. But you had to hold back that dangerous urge.

"So, (L/n)...why don't we-"

"Fuck off."

Too tired to keep up your fake facade, you left the boy perplexed as he questioned himself where he did wrong. You walked away from him and you glimpsed at Nahoya once again.

He was looking into your direction.

You didn't know if you were imagining it or if it was real. But you were in hurry and couldn't think straight.

You needed to plot your revenge.

When the party was over, you approached her. "Hey, (Rival/name)." You greeted (R/n) joyfully, pretending as if you were delighted to meet her. She was shocked as she thought everyone else had gone home. "What the fuck- Why are you still here?! Go home!" She shouted at you, displeased with your presence.

"Chill, Young Lady." You sarcastically remarked, handing over a glass of water to (R/n). She looked at the glass, glaring at you. "Stop pretending to be nice, attention whore." She spat at you, swatting your hand away from her. The glass fell from your grip and dropped on the floor, shattering to thousand pieces.

"You became the center of attention by dressing like a slut and now you want to tell to my face how better you are? FYI, I only invited you because you are an eye candy to the boys. If I didn't, none of the guys would agree to come, even my own boyfriend. So shut the hell up and leave my house AT ONCE." (R/n) shoved you with a bit force. You were forced to step back a few metres from her.

The rich girl suddenly chuckled, throwing a dirty look at you while presenting a smirk of victory. "But hey...you didn't get the special attention from Nahoya-kun. Oh my God, he was so sweet just now. I kept losing track of time because he was too good at flirting."

She was lost in her own made-up fantasy, imagining things that didn't actually happen but it happened in her own perspective. Nahoya didn't even flirt with her. Most of the time, she was the only one talking. The conversation was practically one-sided.

Hearing that, you were on the verge of losing your temper.

"Nahoya-kun is much better than my current boyfriend. That asshole can't keep it in his pants. You must be happy to steal his attention from me. But go ahead and have him, (L/n). I'm gonna dump that dumbass anyway-"

Before (R/n) could finish talking, you tackled her to the ground and strangled her with all your might. She kept thrashing and struggling under you, her legs kicking back and forth to free herself. Her choked scream couldn't be heard by anyone considering she was alone right now.

There were only you and her in the house.

Her face was turning blue, her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth, her erratic movement gradually came to a halt. When it fell into silence, you snapped back to your sense. You observed the woman underneath you, lifeless. You didn't feel an ounce of sympathy at all. In fact...you felt contented.

Your rival...was gone. No one would get in the way of your love again.

At least for now..

"...I need to get rid of this bitch." You exclaimed calmly.

Lucky for you, you already got your driving license and owned your first car, which was also bought by your parents. They bought it as gift for passing your driving license test. You loved your parents so much.

You drove back home, dragging the body down to the basement and took out your circular saw, originally owned by your father. You didn't forget to put on the raincoat to cover yourself. You dismembered the body of your rival, the raincoat you were wearing now drenched with blood. Your face darkened with madness as you witnessed the gory sight of your dismembered, dead enemy.

Once the dismemberment was done, you shoved each of the dismembered body part in a black garbage bag. There were six garbage bags in total, which meant you had to throw these garbage bags at six different places to avoid suspicion.

This was your first murder yet you were unfazed. You soon stored all the trash bags in the car boot and drove away from your house.

You drove around the neighborhood and other neighbourhoods to find the incinerator area to get rid of the dismembered body parts perfectly. It was late night so no one was out. Most stores were close except for some shops which were opened for 24/7.

Unbeknownst to you, you ended up in the neighbourhood where Nahoya lived as you were to absorbed in getting rid of the body parts.

You found another incinerator area which was left unattended. No camera, completely unlocked. You smiled in relief. This would be your last stop before you could go home and rest.

You got out of the car and took out one last trash bag...which contained the head of (R/n). You went over to the incinerator and opened its two doors. You were eager to dump it when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"(Y/n)...is that you?"

Your heart beat faster in anxiousness as you instantly recognized the voice. How could you not? That sweet, seductive voice belonged to your crush...you would never forget it.

You turned to Nahoya, standing still as he fixed his gaze at you. You were frozen in fear as you were exposed, not to mention the witness was the man you loved. Due to panic, you dropped the trash bag. Tears were pooling in your eyes. You crossed your arms over your face as attempt to hide from Nahoya. "N-No...I can explain myself-"

"Oh, you are getting rid of "trash" too~♡" Nahoya exclaimed playfully, his grin widening with excitement. Confused by his words, you hesitantly looked at him. He approached you but you stepped back, still feeling nervous with him.

"Say, why don't you try peeking inside the incinerator properly first?" He whispered into your ear eagerly, making you feel weak in the knees. You did as he asked, taking a look inside the incinerator. Your eyes grew wide in astonishment. You didn't see it earlier considering you were in rush.

There was already a body inside.

The body of the boy who flirted with you earlier.

"What...did you do this?"

"Obviously."

Nahoya suddenly grasped your waist. Your face heated up from the physical contact. "I can never forgive anyone who tries to make you theirs...(Y/n)." He whispered into your ear. You tilted your head up, your body heat increasing.

"I thought...you hated me. Because you suddenly stopped talking to me."

"That's your fault for becoming too popular. You suddenly changed and all boys paid attention to you. I should be the only one giving you attention."

"I just wanted to become someone of the same league as you."

"I prefer the real you, (Y/n)."

When you heard that, your heart jumped in happiness. You weren't wrong to fall for Nahoya. He...loved you for who you were. He saw the real you, not the you who masked yourself with fake cheerful personality to grasp the hearts of others.

"Man...we share so many similarities. You got rid of that annoying hag for me? Thanks, (Y/n)♡." He chuckled happily. "You must be tired from this, right? Now...why don't you..." Nahoya unzipped the bloody raincoat with his gloved hand. He removed the raincoat and your rubber gloves, dumping them in the incinerator. "Leave the rest to me, okay?"

You stepped back and let Nahoya finished your job. He picked up the trash bag and dumped it inside the incinerator before switching it on. Nahoya looked like he was used to doing this.

And all of sudden, everything clicked.

This explained the disappearance of some male students at your school.

You realized that lately, some boys from your school had disappeared mysteriously. And all of them were the boys who confessed to you. You brushed it off as coincidence. It never crossed your mind that someone was doing that kind of job...for you.

'He...has been getting rid of those boys...for me? Nahoya did? So, our feelings are indeed...mutual.' your face intensified with bright blush, fascinated by the efforts he did behind your back.

You were not the only one in love. Nahoya felt the same.

When Nahoya was done, he walked back to you. He pinched your chin between his fingers, brushing your lips with the tip of his fingers. You still had a little blood stain on your face and ankle but not even a moment, Nahoya showed a hint of disgust. In fact, it turned him on.

"So.." he paused, then wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why don't you show me your place? There must be lots of cleaning left for you to do.."

"I can help with that."

You did. You brought him to your place.

You couldn't resist him. The way he smiled at you as he politely asked to see your place melted your heart. And the fact that he kept rubbing your thigh as you drove earlier... My god, you almost went insane.

Nahoya assisted you with the rest of the cleaning, from the circular saw to cleaning the whole basement, leaving everything spotless and flawless without any dirt or stain. You told him to make himself comfortable while you go to take a quick shower.

' He is in my house... He IS in MY HOUSE..'

You couldn't stop thinking of the things you had fantasized to do with Nahoya..

'What if he asks to go to my bedroom..? Oh, God... I will never be able to hold back myself anymore..'

You left the bathroom and put on your favourite pajama. You went over back to the living area where you found Nahoya waiting. He seemed to be inspecting your family photos. "Mhm..she is so cute.." Nahoya muttered to himself whilst studying a picture of you as a kid. You were raising a trophy high in the air , one that you won during your kindergarten Sport's Day.

"There is nothing interesting here...just a.."

"A cozy house perfect for a small family. You have loving parents."

"Your parents are nice too."

"Yeah but my mom is hella scary and crazy when she is mad. Always hitting me with her sandal, especially when I prank my twin brother."

You laughed along with Nahoya upon hearing the funny story. Silence filled the room as he continued inspecting each of your family pictures. You walked close to him before hugging him from behind. Nahoya stayed still, feeling your arms around his waists wrapped tightly. He placed his palm on the back of your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He chuckles then intertwined his fingers with yours.

Nahoya grasped your hands and untangled your arms from his body before turning you around, pinning you against wall. He nestled his knee between your thighs. Heat rushed up to your head at the position you were in right now.

Nahoya leaned closer to your ear, whispering flirtatiously, "Can't resist me anymore?"

Nahoya looked at your face. You were staring at him, with lovestruck gaze full of infatuation. God, how he was so in love with that gorgeous gaze of yours. "We are really birds of a feather, huh?" Nahoya exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers and pulling you close to his face. His lips were only inch away from yours.

You were frustrated. Nahoya was a huge teaser. He knew you were going insane right now, desperate to have his lips locked with yours. And he was enjoying every second of your frustration while his knee pressed against your covered lower region harder. "Who would have thought my innocent, quiet girl...turned out to be a cold-blooded killer like me?"

"You are indeed my soulmate, (Y/n)."

Without wasting more moments, Nahoya smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide but you melted into the kiss in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms slithered around your waist. "Nahoya," you moaned out his name softly. "I love you so much."

"Oh, (Y/n)," Nahoya whispered into your ear, his lips planting wet kisses on your neck. "I fucking love you more." He chuckled when he earned a loud moan from you. "Mhm, fuck. I love your voice so much..cry for me, (Y/n)."

"I'm gonna make you cry out my name until you fucking pass out,"

You would be lying if his words didn't turn you on. There were heart shapes in your eyes as you started rubbing your clothed private part against his knee. "Please," You begged, "Make me yours, Nahoya. I belong to you, only you."

"Fuck yes, you are." Nahoya was delighted. He kissed you again passionately, his tongue never stop exploring the inside of your mouth. You kept staring at him with infatuation.

Finally, he became yours.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[bismuthburnsblue]

sooo. im thinking a bit about what cosplay im gonna make next, and i think ive narrowed it down to a couple options, but i want you to have all the options!

other options on the list include: Sailor Neptune (school uniform) - Sailor Moon (i think ive got a group for this!), Janet - The Good Place, Loki - Avengers Academy (the one i started last year), or Female Stede - Our Flag Means Death. a lot of these projects i have some level of plan for & wanna do some day, i just have stronger opinions on Kyoko/Toph. but if any of those sound more interesting to you! i am down. i wouldnt list options i didnt want

propaganda + images below

Kyoko is a costume that i have been planning for SO long, and finally feel like my skills are somewhere where ill be able to do her justice. i have a lot of the materials for this costume, including the wig, and even have a pattern plan for the main part of the garment. HOWEVER. my main material is velvet. and none of my other materials are any nicer to work with. i want to make the boots from scratch, i want to learn new wig making techniques, i want to make the spear to its full potential. this is going to be a big, complicated, time consuming project, and ill probably put it down at least once for my own mental wellness. its a dream costume of mine and i want to do it justice. its going to be a challenge, super technical and precise, but i think itll be worth it. its also going to be less comfortable, corset & velvet are not... the best con combo (also its a shorter skirt than i usually like, so ill be emotionally uncomfortable)

(also the more i think about it the more im... eh about the colour of my main velvet so um. might end up rebuying that)

Toph on the other hand, i have none of the materials for. i do have a source idea for the cream fabrics but nothing else at all. my design plan is sorta NATLA inspired- still the animated Toph costume, just drawing on the fabric and textures the netflix show used (especially with the Kyoshi warriors), which means some Sourcing will have to be done to find fabrics with the right weight & drape for my plans. this style of looser patterning is also new to me, not to mention pants.... though i think Toph would be a good project to avenge myself there honestly.

in general, this is gonna be a much easier make, and a nice comfy costume for cons, but at the same time, its a lot of expense out the gate, fabric shopping i dont neeeeed to do, and definitely still has some areas that test my skills (wig in Particular). i havent put as much time and energy into thinking about this build, but it has been on my list for some time and i wont regret making it.

(pictures of the others i mentioned. obviously no picture for my stede design but i was thinking of drawing inspo from the historical dresses in the show- some of marys, and evelyns, and the crowd scenes- and obviously stede himself, and then also reference real history. i dont own anything suitable for this time period so the first project would be stays i suspect!)

[coldslaws-gear-station]

So, I was in a good mood and I couldn't sleep, so I decided "Y'know, my AU has been giving me insane brain rot lately. I should really go do those concept designs!" My mood very quickly diminished by the 3 hour mark.

So just to preface, since these are concept designs they're all on the same body type and blank pose, as all three of them have different body types and sketching out all three of them would've actually made me go looney, also they're headless like all outfit design concepts should be

So let's start with the easiest design; N!

Her design is relatively the same as their canon outfit, just with his over shirt being transformed into a coat. The collar be more loosened to symbolise a more laid back kind of personality, and her turtle neck extending to their hands simply because I like it. Other than all that, she's the same, nothing to really note

Now we're going into a bit more of a complex design; Ghetsis

I'll admit I had some fun with this. A long dynamic coat to symbolise his incredibly dramatic personality, along with a faux corset to symbolise nobility in his iconic colouring. Flared pants simply because I like it and gloves for obvious reasons, the belts simply exist to be dramatic, they don't actually have a working purpose. Big pockets because he carries around too much stuff, and of course the plasma insignia.

His outfit is very covered, to show his modesty but also to hint as his body image issues that I won't elaborate on right now. However I did notice this left me without a section to colour with his skin tone, so I just slapped it above the turtle neck even though it basically covers his neck.

Now let's get to the problem child that had me dreading the end run of this; Alder

Do you remember that post you made about making designs more complex than a tshirt and pants gives you a hernia? I felt that, I felt that so far into my bones. If you look closely you can see the point where I just fucking gave up at getting it in the lines.

The fur is designed to give off more of a "look at me, obviously I'm important" sorta vibe. Also his front piece on his poncho on the canon design being switched to be on his back is to symbolised a "flipped" personality. Sun charm because I heavily associate him with the sun, wrappings around his hands and feet because he used to punch things too much but now he finds the pressure of the wrappings comforting, and the ones around his feet are because he literally never wears shoes. In his defence though he stayed in his room basically all of his life, you don't wear shoes in your room, at least I don't.

The moment I draw this bastard genuinely outside of concepts I may actually perish, this bastard gave me more of a headache than you could possibly imagine. But a complex design shows a complex character in a way, god I fucking hate drawing fur

- 💌

YEAAAHHH WOOOO THESE ARE GREAT . im a big fan of alders specifically i think you did great. also dw about the bodies i do the same, i have a little doll i use as a base when i need to design shit. agent mara and bau penny were made with the same base LMAO (still need to finish bau penny </3 but exact same problem, making outfits is torture. he's actually THE reason i made the hernia post his outfit has been a fuckging nightmare SIX HOURS OF WORK AND I STILL DONT HAVE A DESIGN I LIKE)

n is very cute though and i like the sorta glove thing going on. n with gloves or any kind of hand wrap really makes me 🥺😳 idk what it is.

ghetsis's coat is REALLY fucking cool ugh<3 love the warm tone on the base color. although ghetsis i will admit the eye pattern might make folks mistake you for a villain again /lh

and again alders is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 literally straight fire i think it's so great. i love the emblem especially and the colors all come together fantastically it's just 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 WOOOOO YEAH. can't wait to draw these mfs when i feel human again

[anbaisai]

here it goes the jamil-lover confession, then!

i've noticed a pattern in my life:

i have always been a disney girl. a disney villain girl. or villain girl, simply, because since i was 9 years old and watched eah (which was from mattel) the rebels were my team. but in disney i was always team villains. i liked the designs better, the music of the villains seemed better than the songs of the main characters, i have seen 30 times that halloween special of house of mouse, i know by heart songs and songs and songs of disney villains... etc.

At about 10-12 it came my ✨descendents✨ phase. i always loved the vk's, even more the four rotten, and i actually had sorta a crush on jay (he was one of my fav characters, i liked his looks and personality but i didn't even realize i was crushing on him, lol, the most Carlos shit ever 🤙🏻).

about two years ago i discovered Twisted Wonderland and it became my obsession. bam! died with jamil, i love him, he's my all, i want to do his hair, kiss him, eat his cooking and go to his club practices.

and about less than a year ago i got into the villain recruiters fandom, and my second fav, (after veil bc she queen<3), is farja. my question: AND THIS PATTERN WITH THE CHARACTERS BASED ON JAFAR WHAT THE FUCK IS IT!!?

the guy as a villain is great. there he stays! colour palette and eyeliners? very memorable, that's it. but defo he's not 'pulling looks' like, idk, the evil queen, for example. and then disney comes along and laughs in my face, takes the old misogynist and creates super hot variants, with long hair, great fashion sense, attitude, rounding the 17's years old and probably bisexuals or sum based on the bastard! i fall for it every time.

HELP-

so, given that jay and farja copied jamil, (what? no, of course jamil wasn't the last one out, don't talk rubbish, the copycats are them), i vote they get assigned a Scarabia uniform and compensate our perfect snake boi by helping him with his chores in the dorm and letting him have the day off to rant against kalim- ajdgskhd, i mean rest.

that's it, end of my statement ✨ I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS NOTICED THAT, NO!!!?

That's crazy 😭😭 I haven't seen the shows and stuff you've mentioned but its so funny that you consistently liked characters with the same vibes, it's like everything led up to you being into Jamil in the end 💥 I'm sure there are other people out there who have fav characters overlapping with yours, sometimes we just have a type y'know-

I actually (embarrassingly) never really was into a lot of Disney Disney media as a kid, save for maybe liking a few movies but never really got invested, so imagine my complete surprise when I got this deep into a game made by Disney, much less a character based on Jafar... What began as me downloading the game on a whim and not expecting to play for long turned into a 4 yr+ investment and the greatest source of motivation to create that I've ever had. Seriously, Jamil Viper has some scary powers beyond just his UM...

[capricornsysmadd]

hello! this is @the-capricorn-system 's blog for our ocs and paracosm stuff! they/them, or individual headmates pronouns (ask if youre unsure!)

also sam is very much our go to name for self inserts and ocs lmao

list of our ocs under the cut!

original universe:

raphael: an angel with red hair and white wings. our pfp! also our main oc! same pronouns as me!

leaf: an avian with black hair and wings, and white eyes. her hair normally covers her eyes, so no one has seen them. is also in undertale purple. twins with tristan. she/her. girlfriends with amber

tristan: a cat hybrid with black hair and one red eye, one brown eye. normally covers his red eye with his hair in solidarity with leaf. is also in undertale purple. twins with leaf. he/him

amber: a selkie with dark blue eyes and white hair. she/they. girlfriends with leaf. also in undertale purple.

honourable mentions, or ocs that arent ours but are often used in tandem with ours:

raven: our brothers oc, go check him out at @cookie-block or @pizza-hut-official (hes more likely to answer asks on pizza hut tbh lol)

feather: a close friends oc! unfortunately he doesnt have tumblr, but if you guys are interested in his oc welll talk to him about maybe answering a few questions!

my hero academia:

yori: sams older sister and main carer. unfortunately i havent thought of a quirk for her. she/her.

sam: his quirk is shapeshifting, or rather mass movement. he can shapeshift into any animal smaller or the same size as him, or any person. however, he cant shift into people with mutations, ie, tsu. he/him. pre universe destroyed, hes a fairly chill kid who is in 1b. post universe destroyed, however...

ace attorney:

sam: he becomes a fairly angry person. he changes his hair colour to a bright blond, and starts studying to become a defence attorney. eventually, he finds the person who destroyed his universe and kills him. it/its.

the henry stickmin collection:

samael: the leader of angelia, a clan that tries to feed the poor and hungry. very kindly, and always tries to help those down on their luck, but wont hesitate to kill if hes been betrayed. has brown hair. he/him

fnaf:

were. not entirely sure how to explain our fnaf paracosm. its very much an alternate universe lol.

okay well give it a shot:

sam: got isekaid into the fnaf universe from our universe. he then gets picked up by henry emily, who gives him a place to stay. sam discovers that rather than william afton being the bad guy, amanda afton is the murderer. were not going to spoil too much actually bc were writing a fic for it, well link it here when we publish it!

tma:

sullivan: an avatar of the dark, he used to work at the magnus institute and is the only one of gertrudes assistants to survive. he wears sunglasses because hes essentially blind in the light, due to his eyes being reversed (not literally, i just dunno what word to use).

scp:

oh. ohohohphohphohohohoh!!! we have a lot of scp ocs (perks of being a fan for over two year now apparently)

technician moon: our oc for our siblings and ours fan site, site 47! its literally soulless, due to its mother being an anomaly which weirded out the hume levels around her, causing moon to be born with no soul and no emotions. they use they/it, and have a partner called micheal (pronounced my-KEE-al). nicknamed by our other ocs as techy. has white hair.

micheal: head researcher of site 47, specifically looks after the keter scps. also uses they/it pronouns. fairly relaxed, but wont hesitate to fight people if they feel the need.

masky: this ones a bit cringe but. so is everything. masky is a branch that technician moons universe can go down, where moon has a theory that what 035 gets rid of is their hosts soul, so it gives themself up to be a host for 035. luckily for moon, theyre right, which leads to a "two minds one body" sorta situation, where both moon and 035 (later nicknamed skip by moons friends, and "that bastard who lives on my face and doesnt even pay rent" by moon) have to live inside the same body. luckily, their personalities are different enough to know whos talking. their eyes will say whos in control, if their eyes are brown, its moon, if theyre purple, its skip, and if their right eye is purple and their left is brown, its both.

dass: our take on the main character of scp:cb, if he wasnt stuck in a timeloop hed be classified as an scp, due to the fact that he can save anywhere, and reload to that point in space and time if he dies, or, in the case of this specific time loop, if he finished the game. he also has two ghosts following him, michael and ana, both of whom used to be d-class, but died due to various experiments (ana died from scp 009, and is the body you see under the ice in game, michael died from a currently undecided scp). oh yeah, and he can see all the d-class that any specific person has gotten killed surrounding that person.

dash six: our o5 oc, most of the info for them is on our scpverse blog @the-real-o5-6, so go check us out there!

pyleos: they live in a universe where most scps dont exist, however, there are still two. and one of those scps is some kind of beast, who chases pyleos and his family out of their home. whilst running away from this beast, pyleos and his younger brother get seperated from the rest of their family, and end up in a government adjacent base. the government adjacent people threaten to hurt pyleos' little brother if he doesnt go throught this door (the other anomaly in that universe) that leads to the scp universe, so he goes through. he then spends a year there, and goes through wacky hijinks and shit.

currently unnamed: pretty much my only oc that interacts with canon characters. basically, an agent. has three partners, ana, thomas, and james, nicknamed timmy! works under clef. a system, the alters who tend to front are sam (host), agent (protector) and raphael. agent is also a sub-system.

solarballs:

leyan: an ex-planet from another solar system, called the twos system, because there were two stars, two planets, and two moons. leyan was a rocky planet, who orbited around a brown dwarf called erus. the other star was called cerb, and the other planet was a gas giant callled gali, and he orbited cerb. the two moons orbited leyan, the biggest one was called phonee, the smaller one was perseh. if you want to know what happened to them, ill happily talk about them on my other blog, @might-be-capricorn!

heavens official blessing:

mi quan (pronounced mee chan): a junior official, serves under mu qing. pretty much the most senior of them all, has been with mu qing for nearly 800 years old. also they used to be a ghost. theyre around 12000 years old, and have a brother. they/them. used to be a calamity.

mi xing: mi quans brother, also a junior official, he works under feng xin. the two of them dont get along at all. he/him

no name yet: mi quans partner, also a junior official under mu qing, also a ghost. the two of them were childhood friends. they/them

☆~○~♡~○~☆

uhhh thats all i can think of for now- if you want more information about any of them lmk!

[freakyll]

Nearly missed this big girl hiding in plain sight. Truly - staying still and being sorta right colour does wonders.

Came by that spot a bit later and found the praying mantis relocated out of sight into some shade (at least I think it's the same one).

Lviv 2024-08-14

📷Canon PowerShot A650 IS

[wndaswife]

THAT GIRL. 8 MONTHS. WE ARE SO BACK BRO. bro might be the love of my life actually like im so serious omfg we’ve been doing so good :33333 HOW ARE YOU??????? any new hair colors🤨🤨🤨 i cut my hair to below my ears and letting it just grow out brown bc my red is kinda fading rn🧑‍⚕️🧑‍⚕️🧑‍⚕️🧑‍⚕️

🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

awwwwwww dat so cute 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 i literally love that

i’ve been busy doin stuff!!!!! school and etc and social life and stuff… no new hair colours since last fall! last summer i had dark green which was my last wildest, then red on top of brown a little for fall then i added brown on top which sorta faded to a light brown over time which im at right now :3

same!! the red also really stays for a while, it’s why i have a little red tint to my hair still

soooo glad ur doing well and you’re still together that’s so cute 😇😇😇😇🩷 it’s also nice to talk to someone i talked to last year, i have a lot of new things going on it’s kind of really sweet to talk to someone from that era where i really didn’t have much going on!! and to see we r both doing well 😁

[pacifistcowboy]

so i’ve made some sol-dimension versions of the characters from sonic’s dimension, in the same way that blaze is a sol-dimension version of sonic (and sorta knuckles) and marine is a sol-dimension version of tails. these two are the sol versions of shadow and amy!

i haven’t quite decided on the colours for sol-shadow, so i have a few designs for her. any opinions on which colours are best would be appreciated!! i can mix and match different parts of these designs, since i explored different things in each.

i’ll explain a bit more about them below

sol-shadow is a cat with cryokinesis, which is ice powers! and since the sol-dimension versions seem to have opposite personalities but still have the same core values n kinda ‘roles’ as their original counterparts, sol-shadow is friendly, upbeat, and social. all she wants is to belong somewhere and constantly wants to do things with people and never alone. in order for her to still have an anti-hero vibe, i’ll probably have it that she’s willing to do anything for someone if she thinks they’ll be her friend for it. she trusts people too easily and tends to unintentionally be a bit too lighthearted and playful in most situations. sol-shadow also struggles a lot with her identity and knowing if she’s a good person or a bad guy due to her dramatic backstory that i had to give her ‘cause that’s a big part of og-shadow’s character, but i’ll talk about that after i talk about sol-amy, ‘cause it’s gonna be a lotta words.

i haven’t settled on a name yet but so far the options are: glacier, frost, crystal, and floe

sol-amy is a bobcat (not too sure if that’ll change or not) with a giant sword instead of a giant hammer!! he’s got a crush on blaze, since that’s og-amy’s ‘role’ with sonic, but since his personality’s the opposite of og-amy, he pretends he doesn’t like blaze, or anyone, or anything. he tries way too hard to be a mean, uncaring recluse, yet everyone can tell it’s a façade and that he truly loves and cares so very much for people and the world and everything. he acts like he’s forced to work as a team and help save the day, but literally nobody forces him to hang around or help. his grumpy, complaining, pessimistic persona stems from the fact that he’s actually a really anxious person who’s scared of being close to people and failing to save the things he cares about.

possible names i have for him are: sabre, ash, thorn, spike, aster, and fern

onto sol-shadow’s backstory which i’m still working out n kinda experimenting: many many years ago, the sol empire was overthrown by sol-shadow’s family. they either inherently had cryokinesis, or sol-shadow’s parents were rejected by the sol emeralds when trying to harness them and as an unintentional consequence both sol-shadow and her older brother were born with cryokinesis. sol-shadow’s parents ruled but they were apathetic towards the citizens and power-hungry. they were loving towards their children and sol-shadow’s a bit naïve, so she didn’t see how awful they were. but sol-shadow’s older brother, pierce, did, and he was against their cruelty and secretly helped plan a revolution for the citizens. when the uprising began, pierce escaped with sol-shadow and lead her into a deep cave or something hidden like that. he told her to stay there and that he was going to go back to help, and once the fight was over he would come back to her. sol-shadow refused to let him go alone, so pierce froze her to keep her from getting into danger. when pierce went back to the palace, he ended up getting killed by someone working for their parents. the revolution was a success, and the citizens chose to put blaze’s family back on the throne.

so sol-shadow was stuck frozen in a cave (or maybe not a cave idk) for many many years until someone finds her during blaze’s time, and thaws her. and once she wakes up, all sol-shadow knows is that her family was attacked by the citizens, and that she wants to find her brother, which is gonna lead to a lot of misunderstandings and self-reflection and discovery.

any criticisms or input n such is appreciated! this is an interesting but tricky concept to make :)

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A Day At the Park

whoa what me actually writing a thing ?? this is a companion piece to this art I did a few days ago. i just had such a clear scenario in my head that this sorta just wrote itself asdfghk not much plot, just a bunch of scenes in the same setting strung together. _

“I would like to purchase a balloon, please.”

The poor vendor stared up at me, eyes wide. I had done my best to make myself seem smaller, crouching down and keeping my voice in a soft volume as I greeted him with a smile, but I suppose I was still rather intimidating from the small folk’s perspective. Despite the fact I had lowered myself to make conversation with the balloon seller easier, I still loomed far above the crowds. They moved like gentle waves at the beach, though they parted to allow myself space in a small radius. Whether this action was done out of respect or fear (or perhaps both) I cannot say for certain, but I could see out of the corner of my eye their gazes upon me as they passed.

For a moment the vendor of the cart was silent, before then asking in a somewhat trembling voice “Wh-what colour, sir?” “Hm…” I briefly mulled over my options, observing the colourful little floating bundle attached to the cart. Then, I pointed to my choice. “Pink, please. It’s such a lovely shade after all, almost like a flower.” The balloon seller took the lead of my chosen balloon off from the main bunch and I held out my hand with the money to him. “Sorry, these coins and bank notes are too small for me to separate them properly” I explained, “Please, take the amount you need.” He looked at me, then at my hand, then finally moved to take the fee. Then he held the balloon out and I carefully took the string between my forefinger and thumb. I thanked the man, and stood up. As I stood up, I deposited the remaining money into one of my pockets. I would need to determine a more suitable method of carrying it, given how minuscule and easy to lose track it was. Perhaps it would be better to swap its place with the money I had brought from home in my coin purse, though that would be done later. Seeing the little floating rose-colored toy I had just bought and the happy little park before me brought me great joy. Though I out-sized everything around me, the charm of the miniature amusement park spoke to my more carefree inclinations. And so I stayed in place for a moment, taking it in. I soon noticed that some of the small folk’s children had apparently began to think of me as part of the park itself. One girl had climbed up onto my shoe, shouting joyfully to her family as if she had triumphantly scaled a mountain. The child was then promptly ushered away by her concerned parents. A while later, another group and their young children had come. In much the same manner, the children broke away from their guardians and began to jump and run around at my feet. I chuckled and lowered myself towards them, setting my briefcase down beside myself. “Would it be all right if I let the children have a ride on my hand?” I asked the adults of their group. They agreed, and so I lowered my free hand to the young ones. They were quite excited, and shouted happily as I slowly raised my hand a responsible amount off the ground with the three of them on it. I then found myself surrounded by even more curious children and families. I gladly entertained them, allowing my hand to become a tunnel to hide in, or something to wrestle with. I raised and lowered my hand back and forth with them as cargo, and gently poked at them. Eventually, after some time, the small crowd that had gathered around me was satisfied and I sent off the last of them with a wave good-bye. Next, I picked my briefcase back up and decided to observe some of the more “grand” structures in the park. I slightly raised my heel to signal to the crowds to “please make way”, and when they did so, I stepped very carefully into the spot they had cleared for me, apologising to them for the inconvenience I had caused. I made my way through the crowd like this for a short bit, until I came up to what I had my sights set on.

An observation wheel, with a diameter that made it about as tall as I was, lazily rotated and gave the small folk onboard an opportunity to view the world at a level that must have been on par with my own. I stood by to watch it go through its rotation, and I believe I saw a few of the people inside its cabins wave at me as they reached its peak. “Hello, little people,” I said in return, smiling. Something else had caught my attention after a few moments. It was a roller coaster, speeding by on its tracks and completing a loop, much to the excitement of its passengers. I observed it for a few laps, quite mesmerized by the movement. I felt somewhat wistful at the fact that I wouldn’t be able to join the small folk on these rides, but observing was enough fun in its own right, given my own relatively unique perspective in this miniature world I found myself in. Then the ride came to a halt. It was mid-way through the loop this time, leaving its occupants in a rather uncomfortable position. I was very nearly convinced that this was just part of its routine somehow, but after a few minutes I felt the smallest of tugs at the leg of my trousers. When I looked down to see what had caused it, I saw someone who I assumed to be an operator of the ride, judging by her uniform. She seemed to be pleading with me, gesturing towards the roller coaster and perhaps saying something I couldn’t quite catch. It then became clear to me that the coaster stopping like that was unplanned, a malfunction of some sort apparently. Realising that I was capable of helping, I set down my briefcase and handed over my balloon to the ride operator to watch over while I dealt with it. I walked over to where the train had stopped and began to assess the situation. The most obvious solution to me at the time was to just take the entire train off the tracks. And so I began to do just that. The metal squeaked and popped as I started at one end of the train, twisting and pulling each cart until I felt each attachment point give. I spoke occasional reassurances to the passengers, apologising if I happened to jostle them a bit too much while I worked. As the train was gradually freed, I supported it with my unoccupied hand, and eventually the entirety of it came off the track. A celebration of cheers and clapping erupted from those onboard and on the ground as I righted the coaster train in my hands. I smiled down at them, and carefully placed the vehicle on the ground next to where the recently-arrived emergency response team was. I entrusted the rest to them, and after retrieving my items, I went on my way to enjoy the rest of the park.

I had spent the rest of the day simply people watching and enjoying the atmosphere around me from then on. With the rest of the tiny currency I had on me, I chose to sample the food offerings of the park stands. Though I would have liked to have had enough to fill up on, I wasn’t very fond of the idea of being a big greedy ruffian who takes everything from those smaller than himself and so I made do with just sampling.

The sun was beginning to set and I found that I had quite the enjoyable day. Though I may not have been able to partake in activities in the same way I would have back home, I enjoyed the time I spent nevertheless. And so, with my balloon in hand, I left the park.