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mellybabbles · 9 months ago

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If KOSA pases and tumblr explodes, I'll leave this here.

Thank you all. Seriously, I've managed to pick myself up, and finally become the person I want to be, because of you all. Mutuals, followers, or maybe just some random that popped by and thought "cool, have a like/reblog" You have all helped me recover and actually take that step into becoming a better person. I'm happy, and I can say that with full confidence. You've all given me an unfathomable amount of joy, and let me meet the love of my life, and people I thought I'd never be able to interact with. For my mutuals:

Thank you @italic-doing-random-shit for inadverately helping me take that first step into trying out tumblr properly again, instead of running away. Thank for you being an amazing friend and always being there for me. Thank you @largefound for giving me the pushes I need to get confident on my art, and branch out and try new things. Thank you for being one of the best friends I could've asked for. Thank you @tundra116 for being a mood booster every time I see soem crack fuckin post or ask in my inbox. You motivated me to keep going and give others the same joy you give me, even if for a split moment. Thank you @still-got-no-idea for fulling up my notifs and giving me a big smile every time you begin to like my posts. We don't talk much, but I'm glad we're mutuals. Thank you @panda-of-the-trash for motivating me to actually be creative with my ideas, and inspiring me to properly write. Thank you @godofautism for accidentally teaching me to be more aware of what those around me are feeling, and allowing me to take a step into treatment for my alexithymia. Thank you @systematic-err0r for being the mutual I always really wanted to get to know. You're always giving comments, reblogs and likes to the point the support can be mindbogling at times. Thank you @c00kietin for motivating me to give new people a chance, and to finally work on the relationships I have now. Thank you @phymarsh for giving me that first boost of excitement of an inspiration of mine following me and interacting with me. For giving me a smile every time I see you on my dash. Thank you @switchthedragon for always remaining strong, inspiring me to do so despite all the hate and threats I was receiving. Thank you @liliallowed for inspiring me to try new artstyles and finally figuring out the one I love the most. Thank you @inka-boi for being one of the biggest beams of light, helping me to learn how to sympathize again and love myself and others. For helping me to go back to my roots and mend what was broken. Thank you @juno-punk for inspiring me to make my own OC's and AU's, instead of locking myself up with shame in fear of what others would think if I made them. Thank you @mikerooksi @lust-sans-vios-rpaccount @wonkus-bonkus @doodlenovaa @killersansofficial @dustsansm1 for showing me back to the joys of interacting with new people and finding joy in it, instead of forcing myself into uncomfortable situations. Thank you @safwunnz for making me feel noticed and big in the grand scheme of everything. Allowing me, even if this might all be gone, to feel like I've made enough of an impact to reach out to artists that inspired of me in the first place. Thank you @elizakai for the first step in art. You're the reason I draw and enjoy it, allowing me to actually have something to do when I'm in a pit or rut of depression. Thank you @/swiftmitsu @/artpepkin for making my month by a simple button click. For all the smiles and laughs your art and animations have given me. The joy I once never got to experience. (Too nervous to ping) Thank you @ant1quarian for allowing me to read stories that actually make me feel like I'm there, and escape how horrible reality can be sometimes.

Thank you all for giving me the love and life I'd lost from being beat down. For those who weren't pinged, I was too nervous. Thank you all so much. For all my friends outside of tumblr that are mutuals on here, you all know how much I care for you and I'm happy to have you all in my life. Thank you for everything.

#thank you #stop kosa

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citsune13 · 1 year ago

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Been having a hard time with art and finally really getting back into it. I did the expression meme by MagicalPouch and had my friends suggest characters.

Names below the cut

Left to right, top to bottom are-

Megamind, Drome (OC), Gabbie (OC), Rainbow Dash, Jazz Fenton, Mikey

Tret Clover, Pablo (OC), Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, Purple (AU), Yuri

Sydney (OC), Kierian (OC), Danny Phantom, Foxglove (OC), Megumi Fushiguro, Major Armstrong

Audrey, Telescope (OC), Susie Cambell (AKA. Alice Angel), Penny Polendina, Ruby Rose, Jax

Kierian (OC), Yang Xiao-Long, Trash (OC), Ochaco Uraraka, Josh (OC), Donnie (AU)

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malka-lisitsa · 3 months ago

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🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?

I'm gonna get hate for this but fuck it we ball.

purity culture

the idea that you can make an OC out of a canon character but keep the back story and the name and all the connections. That makes no sense that's just saying you dont want to write them correctly and covering your ass-

Portrayal. And how no one fucking cares about it anymore. Everyone is great at what they do and there is NO room for improvements and you obviously dont have to do your character justice when you can just do whatever you want with them instead fuck if it makes sense youre only writing a real character and not an oc but ITS COOL RIGHT? WHY BE GOOD WHEN YOU CAN JUST DO WHATEVER??

I will die on this hill for all eternity, portrayal fucking matters and I refuse to fall into the crowd that supports "do whatever!" culture.

Oc's in canon settings that don't make sense. I remember back when I was in thg fandom people tripped over themselves to make sure their oc matched lore. People researched named winners of what games and they like actually gave a damn about making their oc as canon as possible. Without being needlessly rude that is not a thing anymore :)

people who go out of their way to scream they are super fucking nice just the sweetest ever just the nicest sweetest little bean never has a bad thing to say about anyone super sweet over the top- and its because they are a trash person trying so hard to hide they are a trash person. You look fake. You sound fake. Whoa shocker, you're fake. This is why I have zero problem being real about the things that I say and do. I am the first person to tell you Im a bitch, but im also the first person to step out on the front lines if you need someone. See they're not mutually exclusive I don't need a show to be nice.

the idea that constructive criticism is hate. Just bc you don't like it doesn't mean that someone who said you weren't perfect is sending hate. I saw this a LOT in 2k12 bro people genuinely trying to help got flamed bc god forbid someone improve.

attention seeking on the dash- Excessive "WILL YOU PLEASE LIKE THIS IF YOU LIKE ME AND MY MUSES PLEASE??" Bruh. Stop. If they follow you most likely they like you. Chill or they're probably gonna stop. Self fulfilling prophecy.

the idea that you don't owe anyone an explanation for blocking. If you have written extensively, and been friends for a long time yes tf you do owe an explanation even if its "You pushed my boundaries too often after I told you x thing" and then blocking them. But you owe a friend an explanation. Communicate. Don't be a coward. No sense in ditching a friend when you could idk talk about it but ok. this does not apply to randos.

#Answered #dopplgaenger #the one and only... sort of: ooc #this is not about anyone SPECIFIC just TRENDS that I have seen #and hate

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betasuppe · 14 days ago

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I'm really not a verbose guy, I'm not good with words and even less with thoughtful, well thought messages. But I've been turning this over in my brain for a few hours now

It's always such a joy to see you on my dash. I don't remember if we're mutuals but that doesn't matter to me. I'm always so glad to see you reblog something or post what you like. Especially your drawings! I don't even have the courage to post my own OCs on here lol

Everytime I see your icon or username I tell myself "I'm so glad they made it another day". Because I am. I've been folowing you since the Submas craze and never even wanted to leave, even if I don't know shit about Tron. But I know it matters to you, and that's all that matters.

I know life sucks. It really does. But maybe, just maybe, staying alive is worth seeing another sunrise or a sunset (I.m biased towards sunsets). See another art piece. Walk on a crunchy leaf. The little things that make you smile, even for a second.

Living absolutely sucks balls. But there's still so much beauty in the world. And to me, one of those beauties is seeing you on my dash, and being actually PROUD that you lived another day, just so you can see another episode of a show you like, or watch the clouds drifting, or find a little worm on the sidewalk after it rained. Get to pet a fluffy animal, or just to taste a food you like. Day after day.

I'm so proud of you. I'm not lying, I would never do that. You're much stronger than you ever thought. And you'll only get stronger from now on

Hey, mate, thank you so so very very much♡♡♡

I genuinely think of my own work as trash, so hearing such kind words about my ocs and drawings as a whole bringing you joy? That makes me so grateful in a way I cannot even begin to explain♡

I really feel like a nothing / nobody and getting a reminder that there are wonderful people like you who genuinely care about me makes me want to cry happy tears!... sincerely, thank you so much.

I tried disconn3cting from EVERYTHING today and watching the sunset and took my time stomping around on crunchy lil acorns and leaves left behind by the trees that want to change seasons, despite it still being like 80F here ha ha ha

So much love to you, and thank you again so so very much♡♡♡♡

#asks

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dashflashy-arts · 1 year ago

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I forgot to share this yesterday!!!!!

Rough colored doodle of after one of their battles

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#dash doodle #dash doodles #my art #pvz #plants vs zombies #pvz ocs #dash's trash ocs #sunflower #pvz sunflower #pvz peashooter #pvz cactus #pvz chomper #peashooter #cactus #chomper #samantha #peater #cattie #chester

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aller-geez · 1 year ago

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Hello, yes! I finally pulled myself from my writers slump, and just had to have this RemixLevi fic after seeing this snz prompt by @blooming-trees the other day..

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Nearly 3K words, RemixLevi snzfic with Remi as the sneezer bc obviously I’m a little bit partial 🫠🫠 Pls enjoy 🖤 would love feedback if you have any! 😭🤧

I’ll Make You A Deal…

A RemixLevi snzfic 🖤

“Remington! What the hell!?” Levi shrieked in frustration as he stormed in from the kitchen, waving around a few different food items in each hand and flinging droplets of water everywhere as he did so. The leopard was greeted by a very lethargic looking wolf who laid stomach down on their shared bed, his mouth hanging open slightly as his dull green eyes remained locked on the screen of their tv and the Xbox controller already clacked away loudly in his hands despite it being 9 am. Both Remi’s eyes and his nose were rimmed with the same matching red, moisture glistening from his septum as he gasped out ragged breaths from his spot the bed. With a liquidy yet unproductive sniffle, the large man finally paused his game to look over at the cat with an eyebrow raised.

“What’d I do?” Remi asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“Did you forget to close the fridge last night after you made your late night snack?” Levi crossed his arms across his chest as he waited patiently for his mate’s reply, almost like a mom after receiving a bad report card.

The wolf visibly thought for a second, trying to imagine himself making his toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 2 am the night before, although everything was pretty fuzzy. Drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil to finally be able to sleep through the constant buzzing in his sinuses probably wasn’t his smartest idea; although he did finally manage to fall asleep afterward, so the canine couldn’t complain too much. “Uh, I don’t remember?”

Levi held the items in his hands out in front of him, waving them around a little with a frustrated scowl. “No, you left it open all night and now all of this food we bought for this whole trip is spoiled!”

A flash of guilt passed over the large man’s features, and he sighed softly before muttering a couple of deep, chesty coughs into his balled up fist. “I’b sorry, Levi, that’s by bad.. I guess it’s doordash for the week, huh?” Remi offered, hoping to try and make a little light of the shitty situation he caused.

Levi gasped and shook his head quickly, a look of horror on his face at the thought of Door Dash for every meal for the next eight days, when they had a perfectly good kitchen to cook in right inside their bus. “Ummm.. no.. we’re going to find the grocery store and get FOOD.”

“Levi, combe od..” The wolf nearly whined, suddenly looking equally horrified thinking of having to be anywhere around people right now in his current condition. As if on cue, Remi’s chapped, dampened nose twitched to life, the tickle quickly becoming too intense to ignore and he could only duck his head down towards the bed weakly. “Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh!!”

A mist of contagious droplets coated the bedspread in front of him, the wolf was left sniffling thickly while scrubbing at his septum with an index finger knuckle. “Nngh. How the hell are we godda do that? Just drive there and park our giadt blue bus in the parkigg lot?” Remi slowly began to rise to a full sitting position, and once he sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers snatched a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. With a thick gurgle, the wolf drenched the ball of tissues in his hands in one blow, grimacing before tossing it in the trash can and clearing his throat.

“There’s one not super far from here, but I can’t read the directions at the same time as watching the mountain roads..” The leopard thought out loud, taking a second to ponder, before his face lit up mischievously. “I know! Since you left the fridge open all night, your punishment is giving me directions~” Levi giggled with a cheeky grin, sticking the tip of his tongue out towards the very unenthusiastic wolf.

“Levi.. you kdow I dod’t feel good..” The canine whimpered with a defeated exhale, the other’s stern parental -like expression softening slightly when his icy blue orbs met with Remi’s dim green ones.

“I’ll make you a deal.. If you can help me with the directions there, I’ll go in and do all of the shopping and you can go back to bed, okay?” The leopard offered with a gentle smile, to which Remi shrugged his shoulders with a quick eye roll.

“Fide.. But I’m goidg to be extra addoyidg..” The wolf chuckled softly, but his laugh was quickly cut short by a deep, painful coughing fit that echoed through the small living space. Once able to catch his breath, he pulled his hood over his head and came to his feet. Remi managed yet another sigh, and Levi rolled his eyes playfully at how dramatic his mate could be for such an otherwise extremely intimidating guy. The two made their way up to the front where Remi lazily plopped himself down in the passenger seat, and Levi shimmied his way into the drivers seat, keys in hand.

“Here, I pulled it up on my phone already, just tell me as the turns come up?” Levi smiled graciously again towards his mate, passing him his phone with the screen already open on the route. Remi took it, leaning back a little in his seat to try and make himself more comfortable for the 20 minute drive, sniffling sharply against one of his wrists. “Nnngh, my dose is so stuffed up..” He complained hoarsely, to which Levi passed him a quick, empathetic expression.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some more NyQuil at the store if you take it how it’s supposed to be taken..” The cat chuckled breathily, slipping the keys into the ignition and turning them. The bus engine roared to life, and Levi rubbed the steering wheel gently with a smile. “Good job May, let’s get going!” He cheered happily, quickly clicking his seatbelt on. With an almost inaudible grumble from the wolf, they were off.

Only a few moments after leaving the gravel road of the rest stop they had been staying at, the bus finally made it to the main road, coming to a full stop at the stop sign.

Levi took the opportunity to turn to his mate to make sure he was still paying attention to navigating as the other had a habit of getting distracted, but was met with the wolf’s fluttering eyelids, and quickly flaring reddened nostrils that gleamed with moisture. Before words could come out of the cat’s mouth, Remi pitched to the side, one arm weakly lifting towards his face in a half assed attempt to cover his sneezes, although he failed miserably.

“hh'IETSH’UE! HI’DTSCHIEW!” The wolf sneezed harshly into the open space of the cab, spraying not only himself and the air around him, but even Levi was a casualty, placed perfectly in Remi’s ‘Splash Zone’. Without a word, the cat swiped away a few particularly large droplets that had landed on his arm, although he was used to it after being with the large, immune deficient man for so long.

Remi snorted thickly, before scrubbing at his nose in quick, circular motions, a soft clicking sound echoing loudly above the low hum of the vehicles engine as he did. “Nnngh, by bad..” he grumbled again, finally able to focus his eyes on Levi’s phone.

Seeing Remi relax once again took some of the edge off for the leopard, exhaling silently and looking back towards the road with a smile. Pushing forward, they traveled onward for a bit, before the wolf cleared his throat suddenly.

“Turdn left odn Naglee Road up here.” He instructed, looking up at Levi to see that he had heard him. The smaller man nodded with a grin, thankful Remi wasn’t too preoccupied to get them lost, and did as he was told. The bus cruised around the corner smoothly, and the map on the phone in his large hand updated accordingly.

The wolf attempted to snort back some of the congestion that was beginning to make his face throb, although at this point, it was pretty much useless. He whined softly, pinching just under his bridge piercing as another tickle began to bloom deep within his sinuses. Every sneeze felt like it would make his head pop with the pressure, and he REALLY wanted to go lay back down..

Suddenly, Remi’s mouth began to curl up into its own mischievous smirk. To be fair, he told Levi he would be extra annoying if he had to be up here.. Why not make it fun?

Sniffling softly a few times to tease the building tickle from his nose, the wolf wouldn’t have had time to cover even if he wanted to with how fast it completely took over.

“—HEH’TXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSSHHhhh’ih!” The two forceful sneezes tore from the large man’s throat, a large cloud of contagious mist filling the space between them again, and coating the other’s freckled arm. When Levi’s eyebrows furrowed to try and concentrate more on the road, Remi’s smirk got a little bigger. Even someone as sweet and patient as Levi was had to have their breaking point, right? Anyone else would have already been done with Remi’s childish behavior.

Snuffling wetly, he leaned back in his seat again, this time with his sock clad feet up on the dashboard, to which Levi gave him a quick side eye. The wolf grunted, slipping them off again and thumping back on the bus floor.

“What’s the next turn?” Levi asked over his shoulder, clearly unamused by his mates shenanigans.

“Turn right on Belbourde Street in a half mile.”

“On.. what street?” Levi questioned, his eyes flickering to his mate’s face for a second before returning to the road in front of them.

“…..Belbourde.. Bel—“ The congestion behind Remi’s eyes continued to increase, leaving all of his words rounder than intended, and he sighed in frustration. “BMELBORNDE” he barked finally, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a self conscious huff, and Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently.

“Okay baby, we should be almost there. I think there’s one more turn off after the Melbourne exit.” The white haired man smiled, quick to reassure his mate, despite how much of a brat he’d been. But then again, that was just who Levi was.

The wolf huffed again from his seat, coming to the quick conclusion that the extra 10 minutes he would get if he was told to go lay down now weren’t as worth while as he thought, and the canine gave up the grocery sabotage entirely.

Again Levi turned the bus around the next corner with ease, driving the huge vehicle expertly around the tight, windy roads down the mountain a little ways, seemingly in his element as he remained completely focused on the task at hand. After a second, the cat waved one thin hand out towards Remi to get his attention again. “Hey, the last turn off shouldn’t be too far off from this one.. what’s the name again?”

The wolf blinked towards Levi for a moment, his brain fighting for its life against his raging fever that flushed his cheeks and forehead, but he slowly began to register the question he was asked. His dim emerald eyes shifted down to the leopard’s phone screen that sat face up on his lap, squinting to try and read the words through his double vision. When he still couldn’t make out the number or the name of the exit, Remi began to get frustrated again, swiping the phone from his lap and bringing it up close to his face.

“Oh, found it..” he mumbled, Levi passing him slightly anxious glances as more and more exits began to fly by their window.

“Okay, it’s.. Hehh..” The canine’s breath snagged sharply, the intense buzz within his nose returning full force.

God, his nose tickled SO damn badly…

As his thick eyelashes began to flutter ever so slightly, he quickly clamped one large hand over his nostrils to squeeze them shut with a loud squelch , although his breath still hitched helplessly while his jaw hung very slightly slacked.

“Hiihhh.. it’s.. f-fuck.. hhheh—hold on..” Remi’s eyes began to water from the effort it took to fight off such an intense tickle that was burning white hot within his quivering nostrils, although still trying his best to do what Levi had asked of him.

Levi’s gaze flashed back and forth between Remi, and the road, even attempting a quick snatch of his phone from Remi’s otherwise occupied hands, but he was unsuccessful. “Rem!” The cat grumbled loudly.

“Th—huhhh.. The n-nehhhh..” the wolf gasped, raising one finger to point out of his window at a passing sign, and Levi thankfully was able to catch a glimpse of it before it flew by their vehicle.

“I turn off on Pacific Road!?” The leopard raised his voice a little in a panic as the exit sign got closer and closer.

The wolf couldn’t do anything other than nod exuberantly, afraid of the repercussions that would come from removing the hand he had pinching his nostrils closed, but as Levi whipped Maybelle around the corner to be able to make the exit, Remi’s hand slipped from its position in order to brace himself on the door of the bus.

As soon as the fresh air flooded into his reddened, sensitive nose, he gasped an enormous breath of air into his lungs, trying to mentally prepare himself for the hammer to the temples.

“hih’AESSSHH’ue!! HA’AETTCCCHH’uh! Hihhh— hiiih’AETTCHH’uh!! Hhah’AETTTSHH’uh!” Remi sneezed so loudly that the bus windows shook, his poor nose desperate for a release, one way or another and eardrums be damned.

The smaller man let out a startled squeal as the whole right side of his body was sprayed by the canine’s mess, flashing a look over at the disheveled wolf riding passenger who was still frozen in place. Both hands were in front of his face, and his long body was doubled up on itself, hugging his own knees with his feet planted on the floor. Remi dared not move, dared not even breathe lest his nose might have something else to say about it. He stayed frozen for so long, that when the leopard finally pulled into the parking lot at the local grocery store a minute later and carefully brought the bus to a stop in one of the parking spots, the wolf still hadn’t even picked his head up.

“Rem? You okay? Those were some pretty big ones..” the leopard’s eyes were filled with concern for his mate as he stretched out one thin freckled hand to rub his mate’s shoulder gently.

Remi opened his mouth to reply, but the scratchiness of his voice overwhelmed his already sore throat, plunging the weakened man into yet another thick, chesty coughing fit that made him tremble slightly from the force. ‘Nnnngh…” the wolf whimpered after a few seconds, followed by a loud snort that still did almost nothing for the congestion packed into his raw sinuses. “Okay.. I gave you directiodns, and dow we’re here… I’b goigg back to bed dow..” he nearly whispered, his head completely reeling and every inch of his body pouring sweat.

The leopard’s face was taken over by an empathetic, caring expression as he eyed his sickly mate, nodding his head in agreement. “Of course baby, thank you so much for your help. Go ahead and go get comfy in bed, and I’ll rent us a couple Redbox movies, and get us some lunch, okay? If you want, I can even rub some of that vaporub on your chest if you think it helped last time?” Levi leaned down to kiss Remi’s very damp forehead, and the wolf sighed happily this time, his gaze slowly raising to meet the icy blue pools of his mate’s.

“I definitely won’t argue with you.. that all sounds so nice..” the large man’s voice was breathy and exhausted, followed by a few loose coughs that didn’t make it out with the others, and a forceful, deep snuffle as he ever so slowly rose to a standing position. As the canine trudged weakly back to bed, he turned just in time to catch Levi as he was pocketing his wallet right before heading out the door.

“Don’t take too long, okay?” Remi called out hoarsely in an uncharacteristically needy tone that made the leopard’s heart almost explode out of his chest with pure love and admiration for the big wolf.

With a thoughtful smile, Levi nodded as he quietly pulled open the door of the bus, the crisp early afternoon air caressing his face as he stepped out. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Acushla…”

The End…

Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far, it really means a lot to me! 🥺🖤

Hope you enjoyed my snz-y, needy boy as much as I enjoyed writing him 🥺

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auxiliarydetective · 1 month ago

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OHC Day Fifteen: Nostalgia

Beware the Little Girls

Originally, I was going to do so much more for this day of the challenge. But, unfortunately, uni has not been kind to me. So, all I can offer are some introductions to my newest OCs for media that I used to love as a child (and still do).

Featuring: Chrysantheme, Circe, Heiður

This is Chrysantheme, nicknamed Chryssi, who's a nature spirit of the local forest. Her main hobby is annoying the burglar who lives inside said forest. She's an OC for Der Räuber Hotzenplotz, specifically the 2006 movie (because lord knows there are a lot of adaptations of it). Only people with a vivid imagination and sense of whimsy or knowledge of the magical realm can see her in this fairy-like form you can see above. Other people (like most adults) only see a normal girl. No, she has no magical abilities. She just likes being annoying.

This is Circe, an OC for the Die Vampirschwestern movies! She's the sister of vampire rockstar Murdo and a bass player herself, though she's not in his band. She meets Silvania and Dakaria (the titular half-vampire sisters) in the second movie and clicks with them pretty much immediately. Following this, she visits them at home for a bit, trying and failing to appear human. Then she goes back to Transylvania.

Oh gosh, how do I explain this one to an international audience?

SO. There's this anime about a little viking boy. Yes, anime. It was produced in Japan for German and Austrian audiences, based on a Swedish book series. It's got a cast of colorful characters, fun adventures in every new episode, some surprisingly satirical elements if you look well enough, and it raised multiple generations of German-speaking kids. The 3D remake is trash but we won't talk about that. The live-action movies are good though! They're directed by the legendary Michael "Bully" Herbig, who's also responsible for the cunty Star Trek parody you may have seen on your dash.

Anyways, this is my girl Heiður and she's an OC for the anime series. She starts off as a young princess who's supposed to be married off, but the viking protagonists kidnap her for ransom before the marriage can take place. Heiður is actually treated well at the viking village though and she very much did not want to get married, so she convinces them to just... not give her back. Eventually, she even accompanies the vikings on their journeys, bribing them with how they can probably get a lot of use out of her royal education.

She also has an AU version for the live-action movies, which have distinct fantasy elements, so she's a selkie here!

Look at her <3

General Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats

@eddysocs

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Also tagging @toffiproto and @nanukanal for German kids series content <3

#ohc2024 #oc: chrysantheme #oc: circe kairos #oc: heiður

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thatndginger · 3 months ago

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OC Questionnaire Tag

thank you so much to my new bud @zinabug-writes for the tag! (find their answers here!)

I answered for my boy Warrick since he's been on my mind lately~

What do you always keep in your pockets?

A lockpick kit. He’ll regularly forget his keys, wallet, and occasionally his phone. But he’ll never forget a lockpick.

What does your bedroom look like?

A disaster. He’s got clothes and shoes everywhere, spraypaint cans piled in a corner, the dresser is overflowing with cologne and bits of jewelry. Somehow there’s no trash or forgotten plates, but he has a collection of mugs on the windowsill full of forgotten paint water and coffee. Makes you wonder how many times he’s accidentally drank the paint water…

What’s your coffee order?

Cappuccino with three extra shots of espresso, a dash of pumpkin spice, and maybe some white chocolate if he’s feeling his sweet tooth.

I will gently tag @pandoras-comment-box @tabswrites @toribookworm22 @garthcelyn

Your questions are: -What’s your go-to meal when you’re sad? -What is your dream job? -Do you believe in fate?

#tag games #my favorite disaster child

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sidhewrites · 8 months ago

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🌸— OC IN FIFTEEN tag game

Saw this on a dash by a non-mutal and I stole it because I have Kaz on the brain

rules: Include 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC that describes their essence—you may include context, but the less the better.

Jesus shit!

Aw… my gross little trash son.

If I'm not fired by dawn, I'll put in a good word for you. Okay

On my honor, I will not raise the dead and unleash a horde of ghouls on Sutton without you.

Sit down, let me learn you Halloween.

You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. Especially if it hurts.

I don't want to be in the dark.

You wanna go out with me? Like -- as a couple?

So you agree. The basements are spooky.

Just -- let me help with something, okay?

Mmm....Ghost goffee.

I know it's not much, but I hope it helps you have a nice day.

If you say blood sacrifice out loud I'm going to go join the ghosts.

Don't use my love of Bram Stoker's Dracula against me.

I'll be down there with you. Pissing you off. Making noise. Bothering you, forever.

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Cliff let out a sigh. “It's just that... We kicked him out of the band.” I just went silent, completely unable to react to that bombshell. This had to be some kind of joke, right? He couldn't be serious. “Clifford,” I managed to speak, my voice shaking in a whisper. “What the hell are you talking about?”

✦ summary: After a wild night of partying, Nore receives shocking news over the phone that will forever change her relationship with Metallica and her friends.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, recreational drug use, drinking

✦ a/n: Hi! I ended up releasing this chapter a little earlier this week than I had planned, but things are gonna become a little bit more complicated in the plot from now on... So I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is welcome ❤

✧ through the darkest hour, your grace did not shine on me ✧

“Nore, they’re on the phone!” I heard Leanne call me from the living room.

It had been a few days since the guys left, and they were calling for the first time. I was washing dishes and chatting with Leanne in the kitchen when we heard the phone ring, and she rushed to pick it up.

I quickly dried my hands and dashed to the living room.

“Yes, she's right here,” Lea was saying when I arrived. She chuckled softly. “Love you too. I'll hand it over to her, okay? Bye.”

I grabbed the phone from her.

“Hey, Nore.” Cliff's voice came through the line.

“Hey, Cliff,” I said, a smile forming instantly on my face. I couldn't help but grin when I heard his voice; man, I really missed him. “How are you guys doing?”

“Oh, we're good. Lars is still a pain in the ass, Dave and James have already argued like three freakin’ times... You know, same old shit,” he said, and I chuckled softly. “Hey, Dave wants to chat with you. I'll hand it over to him, alright?”

“Sure thing,” My heart raced a little when I heard that, my smile growing even wider. “Catch you later, Cliff.”

“Later, Nore.”

“Hey.” Dave's voice came through the phone seconds later, and I couldn't help but feel all the butterflies in my stomach that I always felt when I heard his voice. Only now it was a thousand times worse, because I couldn’t touch him or kiss him. His voice would have to do for now.

“Hi, Dave. How’s it going?”

“I'm good, and you? Already missing me?” he asked, his voice full of smiles. I chuckled softly.

“You have no idea,” I murmured. “So, how's it going over there?”

He spilled all the details; how they made it safe despite downing loads of drinks during the trip, how they crashed at the producer's house, but trashed it so bad they ended up in some shitty place with almost nothing to eat.

“It's not that bad, but I think it’s best for you that you stayed there,” he said jokingly “It's been kind of crappy, but it'll be worth it. We've got some gigs next week, should be cool.”

“Will you guys be gone for long?”

“Dunno, sweetheart. Probably a little while,” he paused for a few seconds, then said: “Miss you, Nore.”

“Miss you too.” I replied, then joked: “That's why you guys gotta finish this album quick, so we can meet up again, right?”

“Alright, alright.” he chuckled softly. “Gotta bounce now. Rehearsals starting over here... James and Lars say hey.”

“Oh, cool. Have fun, you all.”

“Love you, Nore.”

“Love you too, Dave.”

With that, he hung up, leaving me still yearning for him, his voice not having lessened the ache of missing him at all.

The weekend when everything would change forever kicked off so calmly it made me clueless about what was in store. Things took a detour when Joe showed up at Leanne's place out of the blue, inviting us to another party with a huge grin on his face.

“C'mon, it's gonna be a blast. I promise you'll love it.” he grinned, leaning against the doorframe while lighting a cigarette.

Leanne glanced at him, a slight smile on her face, hands on her hips, and hair tied up in a ponytail. We had planned to spend the weekend cleaning the house since we had no specific plans in mind. But I knew Lea well enough to know that was out the window — she couldn't resist a fun night out.

“Better be worth it, Sinclair,” she chuckled, then teased: “'Cause I'm giving up my cozy house for this, you know?”

“Whatever, drama queen.” he grinned at her, then turned to me. “You're coming too, right, Nore?”

“If you guys are going, count me in.” I said, grinning back at him.

“Awesome!” he jingled his car keys excitedly. “So, hustle up 'cause the party starts in an hour. And I wanna get there early to see if I can offload my... Special goods.”

I raised an eyebrow with a smile, and Leanne and I hurriedly went to change into our party clothes.

The party went down at this fancy guy's house in the suburbs, one of Joe's well-to-do friends. Lea and I didn't really know many people there, but the place was huge, filled with young people like us, all excited and ready to socialize. Joe seemed to be quite popular; everyone was always seeking him out with smiles, looking for his stash of "special stuff." I knew Joe's family had plenty of money, but that didn't stop him from dealing all kinds of drugs at the parties we hit up. Well, he usually covered the tab for drinks and drugs, so no complaints there.

That night, though, he was pushing something different. Leanne and I were already feeling a bit buzzed, enjoying the free drinks at the party, but Joe was focused on his business. I watched curiously as a group of girls walked away from him giggling, and Joe watched them with a grin, counting the money he had just earned.

“Hey, wanna spice things up tonight?” he said, putting his arm around Leanne's shoulders. She glanced at him, a playful smile on her face.

“What are you talking about now?”

“You know, I'm adding some variety to the menu to attract a wider crowd. And this,” he handed a little package to Leanne. I got closer, curious “just arrived. Straight from Colombia, baby. It's all yours if you wanna give it a shot.”

“Hey, is this another one of your tricks to ‘keep your customers loyal’?” Leanne asked. I raised an eyebrow when I noticed the package contained cocaine. Well, there was something I had never tried before. “'Cause I'm already giving you enough money buying weed.”

Joe laughed.

“If I get you addicted to anything, Cliff will murder me. I'm just trying to amp up the party.”

Leanne stared at the package, looking undecided. She looked up at me.

“So, Nore? What do you think?”

I shrugged. As much as I knew Cliff would probably disapprove of it, I couldn't deny that I was curious.

“I won't tell Cliff if you won't.” I looked up at her, an almost mischievous smile on my lips.

“You're a troublemaker, girl.” she laughed. “Alright, let's give this thing a shot!”

I woke up all of a sudden, the sun smacking my face, and this annoying, persistent noise going off non-stop. I frowned, realizing it was already morning, and I found myself crashed on Leanne's living room couch. My mouth was dry as hell, my head was throbbing, and I had no clue how I got there. Last thing I remembered was being at the party – we were pounding drinks like crazy before Joe offered us some cocaine to try. After that, it all turned into a blur of laughter, more drinks, and excitement.

As the annoying noise kept on, I slowly figured out it was the phone ringing. I jumped up to answer it, yelling in surprise when I accidentally stepped on someone. It was Leanne, who was passed out on the floor.

“Ouch,” she groaned, her voice all slurred. “Oh, you're up.”

“What the hell are you doing down there?” I asked, too surprised to think of anything else, noticing how hoarse my voice was and how dry my nose felt. She groaned.

“Taking care of your drunk ass. You threw up, and you were too heavy to haul to bed.”

“What? I don't remember any of that.”

“Yeah, we went nuts this time,” she grumbled. “And what's that damn noise?”

I blinked, realizing the phone hadn't stopped ringing. My mind felt like mush, unable to focus on more than one thing at a time. I got up, being careful not to step on Leanne again, and answered the phone.

“Damn, finally.” Cliff's voice greeted me. I furrowed my brow.

“Well, good morning to you too, Cliff.” I said, and he laughed.

“Hey, Nore. What happened to your voice?”

“I... I got too wasted last night, I think,” I croaked, my voice wobbling. “Hold on, lemme grab some water.”

I rushed to the kitchen, snagged a glass of water, and went back to the phone.

“Alright,” I told him, back on the line, and quickly chugged the glass. “So, how are you guys holding up over there? Everything cool?”

“Well…” Cliff hesitated. “Sort of. And how 'bout you guys?”

“We're okay, just dealing with a hangover,” I furrowed my brow. “But 'sort of'? What happened?”

“Uh, it's just that... Nore, actually, I'm calling to tell you something. It's about Dave…”

“What happened to him?” I felt my heart clench with worry. “Is he alright?”

“I hope so,” Cliff let out a sigh. “It's just that... We kicked him out of the band.”

I just went silent, completely unable to react to that bombshell. This had to be some kind of joke, right? He couldn't be serious.

“Clifford,” I managed to speak, my voice shaking in a whisper. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“He... He bailed on the band.”

“That’s not what you said,” I said, my voice getting louder as I grew more and more nervous. Leanne sat on the floor, giving me a puzzled look, brows all furrowed up, concern all over her face. “You said you kicked him out!”

“Nore, chill out, okay?” he said, with a sigh. “You don't know how bad things got. He caused too much trouble…”

“We always cause too much trouble!” I said, now definitely shouting. “That has never been a reason for anything!”

“Nore…”

“Where is he, Cliff?” I asked, gripping the phone like my life depended on it. “I gotta talk to him!”

“He's not here. We sent him back.”

“When does his flight land?” I asked, already getting ready to sprint to the airport. Cliff stayed silent, and I let out an annoyed grunt. “Cliff, when's he getting here?”

“Well... Actually, we got him a bus ticket.”

“Wait. You sent him back alone on a bus? ” I yelled, furious. Thank goodness I was talking to Cliff on the phone because I swear I'd be capable of physically attacking someone right now.

“Nore, come on. The decision's been made, even though it's a rough one…”

“He's your friend, damn it!” I shouted. “You know what? Fuck off!” I hung up the phone and stormed off to my room.

“Nore, what happened?” Leanne asked, following me, all concerned. I turned around, tears welling up in my eyes.

“They kicked Dave out of the band, Lea,” My voice trembled as I tried my hardest not to cry. “They ruined everything!”

“Hey, it’s alright. Come here.” She came closer and gave me a hug. I sniffed, my eyes welling up with tears. I was so, so worried about Dave, alone, sad and angry on a trip that I knew would drag on for days. It hurt not being able to be with him right now. And it hurt even more that the ones causing all of this were the friends that he and I had learned to call family.

What the hell were we gonna do now?

The final blow to my peace came much later that Sunday night. Leanne and I had ordered pizza for dinner and were watching some random movie together, just hanging out and chatting. I knew she suggested it to cheer me up, and I really appreciated the effort.

When the phone rang, I looked up and jumped to answer it, hoping it might be Dave. I hadn't heard from him yet, and I was just getting more and more worried about him.

“Nore.” a voice greeted me, but my stomach sank when I realized it wasn't Dave. It was James, and I almost felt relieved to hear his voice before remembering I was pissed at all of them.

“James. What's going on?” I asked, coldly. In all the months since we had met, I had never been cold with James. It hurt me, but I was too hurt myself to care.

“Nore…” he said again, and it hit me that he was upset, probably drunk, his words slurred and dragging. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears over the phone. “I'm sorry. Please.”

“What?” I asked, totally caught off guard. I knew James. He never apologized, and he sure as hell didn’t make drunk, almost tearful calls when he messed up. When he was happy, he was very kind, but when he wasn't okay, he became closed off. Monosyllabic. As if he put up a wall and didn't want anyone to try to cross it.

It almost seemed like he was hurting too from Dave being kicked out, but I didn't wanna jump to that conclusion too quickly. I knew him and Lars were the ones calling the shots for the band. So if Dave got kicked out, I could bet it was with James' approval. And that made me furious, but at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about how hurt he sounded.

“Are we still friends?” he asked, his voice almost desperate. “Or do you hate me now?”

“James, I don’t… I don’t hate you.” I answered, my chest tight with heartache. “But this… Why did you do this to him? He is your friend. I thought…”

“No, I don’t want to talk about him. I don’t know how- Nore, I don’t know what we’re gonna be without him. But we had to, Lars said we had to and I… I believe him.”

“Well, fuck Lars.” I groaned.

“He knows what he’s doing, Nore.”

“Well then fuck you too.” My voice got louder and I frowned. This was so frustrating and it made me so, so angry. How could they do that to Dave? How could they do that to us ?

“No, no, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he answered, genuinely sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

“He is your friend, James. What are we gonna do now?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I told you I don’t hate you.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to hurt James, but I knew how much their decision would have hurt Dave. And I couldn’t bear to think about him, alone and sad and angry, betrayed by the only true friends he ever knew. “But we’re family, James. This was his dream too.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, sounding angry for just a moment before his voice broke again. “Fuck, Nore. Everything’s a mess without you here. Miss you like hell.” he blurted, and my heart raced at his tone; hushed, heavy, like a confession that was too much to be kept in the dark. Like things he would never say in daylight, if he were sober and we weren’t miles and miles apart. “I’m so fucking selfish because I fucking miss you. You should be here. With me.”

He then hung up, leaving me speechless in the dark, my heart racing as I tried to process what I had just heard.

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