#dont look. too close. its messy. its a vibe piece

[hyolks]

frequent companion

[enden-k]

NOW THAT SOMEONE ELSE BROUGHT IT UP YES there's very peculiar things in the artstyle, one being obviously the eyes (both on doodle (unserious) and rendered (serious) artworks) The eyes are very distinctive to the character! They add so much to them!! Forever gonna be obsessed with how they are drawn

Azai feels a lot like a predator in like, immediate danger kind of way. Saran feels more ominous, looming, the tentacles dont really add much to that (despite the amount of eyes, funny enouhj) but rather, it's thanks to him often being drawn with his eyes closed and smiling (Which fits their characters!! Azai is dangerous, yes, but Saran is worse now, and he is after Azai, and Azai doesn't realize it yet!. To quote you, he's making use of every blind spot to crawl closer to Azai and get what he's after)

Even from child Saran, he just feels like he's constantly scheming lol. The danger is high but may not be directed at you (Saran) vs feels like if his eyes fell on you, its because you fucked up (Azai)

Others like Vika or Luka (who have this ethereal look to them usually) feel a lot more, i would say open? But also feel like their eyes are rather empty compared to the vibe the other two give off?? Half the time Vika's eyes give off a vibe he's not quite there (disconnect between body and person. Which is literally what the parasite caused) that is fascinating! I would argue he feels more present in artwork where the character has his eyes closed/his face is not shown at all. It's incredible!!

For Luka it's a but softer, but its a similar sensation. It feels absent too but more in the way a person can be when they're deep in thought. Ivan's eyes I refuse to look at enough to analyze properly lol. Your art style highlights a part of canon that unnerves me lol. I think it might be due to the red dot in his eye but his eyes feel too focused? He has one feet in each side at the line between devotion and obsession

He and Saran are always looking, but funny enough despite the amount of eyes Saran has, Ivan beats him in intensity

(I am slowly making my way through the other OC's so review pending on how their gaze feels too. I will say now that the vampire guy whose name i cannot remember currently for the life of me feels skittish. Which, he's drawn skittish, so that tracks. He feels like he's one thing going wrong away from a meltdown lol. Highstrung)

The second thing is, on those that are rendered, colors!! The pallette usually skews towards colors that are more contrasting (WHICH IS LOVELY), and that pattern even sorta follows to the black and white pieces because you will have things that are glaringly stark (/pos) against the white background. Looking at other's quick doodles and black/white pieces, that contrasting feel seems to be unique for yours (fun thing to look at, it seems that some characters are less prone to looking that way (softer, thinner lines, less blocks of contrasting color more gradients that tend to melt into the background color))

Third thing is hair. So soft. Lovely. I haven't been able to pinpoint what it is exactly (maybe it's that messy-like appearance? Like, it doesn't FEEL like messy hair (there's Saran's bed hair for comparison lol) but there's something about it. It eludes me. The closest my brain is getting is "uncanny perfection/natural mess". If that were a scale the hair would be firmly on the natural side

I just like the vibe hair has in your style. Very fluffy

(The bonus thing is expressions. Goes with what I said about the eyes, but the expression (both face and body) tie it in as a whole. Their body language is really good. I find particularly pleasing the way confidence is portrayed through some of the actions (it shines a bit more in the NSFW blog) or the pose. Beautiful)

(This is just me going on a tangent about a particular variant of all of the above, but in the Bonus to that mini comic about Vika being insecure in how he will change while Saran remains the same, the way Saran wraps his arms around Vika and the style changes to something a bit more goofy (reflecting how Saran starts acting to cheer up Vika) is very neat to me. I think about that a lot. It screams safe)

-eepy 🦜

Sorry for the long rant lol

OMGGG WAAAHHH read it twice and held it close

i dont even know what to say but its crazyyy how you figure them all out just by how i draw their eyes etc, im always unsure if i can get atmosphere or vibes across properly but waaa

even vin (you corrected vampire to elf later so i understood u meant him) who i showed maybe like once or twice since i didnt post much of that old project you got right, yes hes always on the verge of snapping and breaking down akjsbck

dont apologize for the long message!!! love all ur messages honestly, im gonna save this fr sob

[charlie-boyfriend]

your art is so gorg how do u choose colors???

hehe thank u :3 Hard to explain i kinda just go with vibes n shit its fun for me n i just kinda have developed an eye for what i like but!! one thing that i do if my piece looks messy is i try to make the amount of distinct colors Smaller like i try to avoid having colors that r too close to each other in hue and value but not quite the same (though i think this only works for me cos i dont shade at all so keeping the palette as small as possible looks usually good)

Oh yeah speaking of value color values r SUPER important- I recall seeing a video or a post abt it years ago it changed the way i view colors completely. I couldnt explain it any better than someone else already would have but basically you should try taking a look at your piece in grayscale..! Colors with similar brightness etc will still have different values from each other(think bright neon yellow VS bright neon blue)

I also used to play around with premade palettes quite a bit, think 3-5 colors w good contrast (I think that helped me understand values too) (I dont rly use premade palettes anymore unless sometimes when im planning a game or a website layout)

ALSO my pieces recently r suuuper filtered i play around w brightness saturation ETC whatever ibispaint has however the base colors have to work imo u cant fix a "badly" colored piece with any filters its more of an afterthought (n i worked Specifically Without Any Of That for a while...! so suppose that helped too)

Yay ok sorry for the ramble i doubt its helpful but thx for the fun question i love art...

[babysizedfics]

Roman involuntarily going into littlespace because he's repressing it, cgs comfort him that its ok to be little

so on saturday roman became upset by something, and usually he can cope. but the thing is, in the last few weeks he has been repressing his littlespace A LOT because he felt like he just got his adult life back, and he throws himself 100% into things

he threw himself into littlespace at first and now he threw himself into adult life and ignored his age dreaming. even when he wanted to he forced himself to keep being grownup - or in his teen headspace if he needed to get out frustration

but this time he couldnt actually help it, he accidentally started feeling really little to cope with his negative emotions. it wasnt even that bad what happened, but its the stick that broke the camels back yknow - basically he had to feed vee at snacktime and she got messy and roman complained she was gross then ppl on the blog called him mean for saying it

so roman was suddenly little, and went to sit with his family bc he didnt want to be alone but he still hid being little. he just stayed silent, even while internally he just kept thinking i want daddy i want my daddy i wanna be held i want mommy to say its all okay

then vee fell asleep in mamas lap and logan took her up to bed, and when he returned to the living room with patton and roman he jokingly asked "so i take it snacktime went well going by the applesauce all over her clothes?"

and romans face immediately crumpled and he started crying

it was so sudden and unexpected and out of character, the caregivers were frozen for a moment as roman desperately hid his face in his hands and folded into himself on the couch

when roman cries its very quiet too, so even though he was close to sobbing he bit his lip hard so he didnt make a sound and was just sniffling and tiny whimpers kept escaping

the caregivers hearts broke a little

logan immediately crouched in front of ro asking "roman what happened? why are you upset sweetheart?"

meanwhile patton jumped up from his chair and quickly scooched over on the couch to be right next to ro and put an arm around him "honey, can you tell us what you need?"

and at that roman just whimpered "daddy" in his super little voice, strained from holding back his cries

"oh little prince" patton cooed sounding heartbroken, he wiggled his free arm under romans legs and shuffled him into his lap in seconds. "shh, it's okay, daddys got you baby"

roman tensed and logan gave patton a stern look at the nickname slip, and patton hurriedly apologized - its just natural for him to use that word

usually roman is a tad insecure about the fact that hes taller than patton when hes in psttons lap bc hes worried it looks weird, but he didnt have the energy to worry this time and just lets his daddy cradle his head to his shoulder and rock him as romans cries got harder to hold back. it felt such a relief to finally be little and let his daddy take care of him, but it was v overwhelming since it was basically involuntary

logan swiftly joined them on the couch, pressing himself right up against patton and rubbing his hand firmly over romans back and shushing him gently and reassuring "good boy. it's okay, let it out. its okay to cry little one" because he knows how embarrassed roman gets about crying, especially when little

but then roman choked through his tears "n-not sposed to be - be l-little!" then sniffled and whimperd again and buried a sob in pattons shoukder

and logan calmly managed to coax him to talk about why, in the same way he coaxed vee into evaluating why she thought diapers werent for her in labd. lots of gentle prodding into why roman answers the way he does, why is he supposed to be big, why is being little bad

patton knew to stay quiet during this process, just squeezing roman to encourage him to answer, and kissing his wet cheek when he says something that makes pattons heart ache

then eventually logan got roman to admit that hes been forcing himself to be bigger because he thought he should be big to not bother the caregivers and to help look after vee and so he is "more of a real grownup" when hes with his friends

the thing is once you manage to break into that well of emotion that romans been repressing, he cant stop it from flowing. so once they reached that conclusion roman just kepts rambling (all while little and stumbling over his words)

"i i been tryna be a big big boy and big brother for vee vee cos shes a baby and needs a big brother... b-but i dont wanna be that big all the time, its too big, i wanna be a little big brother again. too much big"

then patton sighed "oh sweetheart, we know youve been much more grownup recently but we thought it's because you wanted to be big"

" i do!" roman argued loudly, more tears building "b-but little too a-and... and i dunno" he finished in a sob, and patton quickly pulled him closer to his chest and rocked him

logan realised roman is too little to have such a complex discussion about tricky emotions, so he promised that the following day they would all have a big grownup talk about how to help roman find a better balance.

"but for tonight" logan whispered, leaning down and kissing romans head and cupping his jaw gently and looking at him gently "mommy and daddy are going to take care of our sweet little prince. how does that sound, little one?"

romans lip wobbled and he nodded and launched himself into mommy lap to give him a tight hug

so that night logan and patton gave their full attention to taking care of roman and helping him be extra little - they watched disney movies and held their little prince and encouraged his headspace, singing along to the songs and poking roman playfully to get him to giggle and sing along too but much quieter than usual.

patton even reminded roman when to go use the potty, not because roman would ever have an accident but because its another way of showing roman that daddy is taking care of him and to reinforce that younger headspace that ro so clearly needed that night

they were all squished onto the one couch - its big enough for them to spread out but logan and patton sat shoulder to shoulder, with roman laid across pattons lap and his head on logans shoulder. with daddy letting roman play with his fingers as a fidget and logan scritching his nails gently at the base of romans neck which makes him sleepy

and every once in a while, logan would lean down and kiss romans temple so gentle, seemingly randomly but actually its that logan kept thinking about how little he knows about romans mental state recently. and whenever he thought "god i wish i knew what was going on in his head", he would lean down and kiss it in the hopes it plants the thought in romans mind that his parents love him

roman was actually very low energy - usually his littlespace is defined by playfulness and loudness and running and jumping and dancing, but on that specific night he was very quiet, very sleepy, and very very cuddly. he really just needed to feel protected because it was such a vulnerable state for him, being involuntarily little, so just letting his caregivers take full control and take care of him and look after him was exactly what he needed

he would never ever say this to anyone and the caregivers agreed to not tell vee or anyone else, but i think they actually had snacks at one point and roman was just so muted and sleepy and clingy that he didnt wanna let go of daddys hand to get some popcorn even though when patton asked roman admitted he was hungry... so logan offered to feed him, and roman very shyly accepted and let logan put lil pieces of popcorn in his mouth

he thought it was embarrassing, but it actually gave him more energy both because popcorn is yummy and because he found it fun and got kindve giggly - to which patton of course told him he was adorable

after the first movie though vee actually woke up from her nap regressed and the caregivers took it in turns looking after her while the other stayed and cuddled roman extra tight

but soon vee was put in bed for good for the night - roman actually got a little upset again because he assumed since mommy was putting the baby to bed, that meant it was romans bedtime too and he would have to be all alone in his room.

but then logan returned to the living room with the baby monitor in hand and immediately asked "so what movie next, sweetheart?"

bedtime be damned, the caregivers stayed up watching disney films with their little one until he fell asleep snuggled in his mommys lap

just imagine those really gentle vibes when you fall asleep on the couch as a kid and your parent gently wakes you up and leads you up to bed. Exactly like that, patton very gently woke roman up once the credits were rolling like an hour after roman dropped off to sleep

"mmh... daddy.. wha?" roman mumbled sleepily

and patton smiled, happy that roman was still letting himself be little. and of course in that moment he decided there was no way roman was going to sleep alone that night.

"c'mon honey, up up"

roman whined as logan helped push him off his lap and stand up

"i know sweetie. but you can sleep in my bed tonight, isn't that exciting?"

as soon as roman heard that it gave him more motivation to let his daddy hold his hand and carefully lead him upstairs to pattons room while roman is just blinking sleepily and letting his cg take full control and take care of him

logan helps to set up romans njghtlight in pattons room while patton helps roman brush his teeth, and then gives roman one last hug and big soft kiss on his head. "we can talk about it when youre big, but i promise you can be little for as long as you want, ok?"

roman sighed sleepily "ok mommy"

"good night little one, i love you" another forehead kiss

"love you mommy"

and then logan went off to his own bed while patton got him and roman settled in his bed for the night. logan honestly knew he wasnt the best person to take care of roman overnight because he really isnt a cuddly sleeper but roman really is, so he trusted pstton to be the primary caregiver and cuddle roman in bed

meanwhile logan kept vees baby monitor in his room which isnt how it usually goes. usually its in patton room bc patton is a light sleeper and likes to be the one to take care of his baby if she wakes up in the night, but logan took on that job for that night so that patton could focus fully on roman

...

the next day roman was still little but in the playful bouncy way again almost instantly! then when he grew up later in the day the three of them had a serious talk about how to help roman feel better about his littlespace/grownup life balance

logan broke it down into exact hours for roman - they realised that there was 20-25 hours every week where roman had to be grownup for various commitments and responsibilitiea. and the other 148 hours? (ish bc i cant remember the maths lol) logan and patton assured roman he could be little for all of those other hours if he really wanted to be and they would be completely okay with it

and seeing it broken down into numbers and basic stuff really helped roman , he is still going to struggle a little with letting himself be extra little when he needs it, and itll be tricky for him to find a good balance of little vs big because he gets so invested in one headspace so easily, but its backed up by those numbers and by the knowledge that his caregivers really do love to take care of him

[brelione]

The Only Acception (Kiara Carrera x Reader)

Shes so cute in this gif :) im a simp for Kiara and I am proud

Kiara Carrera wasnt a kook.She was just a pogue who had the home of a kook.She had never liked or fit in with the other kooks,always choosing to be friends with kids from The Cut.That’s how she had joined her close knit friend group.She had listened to them complain about kooks,how stuck up they were and how they were all assholes and she couldnt help but agree.Every kook she had gotten close to,or thought she had gotten close to,had betrayed her and cut things off.That left her with three annoying boys that lived off of beer,weed and poor life choices.They were stupid and weird but she loved them none the less,laughing with them and supplying them beer.And now she sat on the HMS pogue with them,scrolling through her playlist with an earbud in as she listened to the boys’ conversations.A much larger boat came by,Sarah Cameron and her family glaring down at them as they drove by. “Look at them with their thousand dollar outfits and million dollar boat...they’ve never worked a day in their lives and they get to live like that.Its not fair.”Pope grumbled.

JJ nodded in agreement,taking a sip of beer. “Fucking bitch.”Kiara mumbled,watching as the boat disappeared in the distance.She hated Sarah Cameron and her brother,they were pure evil like venomous snakes.Sarah was manipulative while Rafe was just a flat out asshole.When John.B had dropped her off at the dock outside The Wreck Kiara had said goodbye to her friends like any other day,waving to them as the boat moved quickly.She sighed,going inside the restaurant.It closed in around ten minutes so she decided to help clean off the tables.Five minutes left until the restaurant closed when you walked in.Her parents were in the back,putting food away in the refrigerator while Kiara had been fixing the straws.She looked up when she heard the bell ring,looking you up and down.Your sandals were old and a bit worn out because you were too lazy to buy a new pair,your dark shorts still had some sand sticking to them and your cropped hoodie was damp from your wet hair.

You wore four bracelets on each of your wrists,all of which having words on them that she could make out from where she was standing.A locket hung from your neck as you panted like you had run here. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).She had heard your name before.She had heard your name from Sarah,talking about how lovely you were.Sarah had mentioned how you would go around to fishermen,asking if you could free some of their bait when they were done with the day.She had heard your name from a group of kids,talking about how you had bought them candy when they didnt have enough money to buy some themselves.She had heard your name at the Wreck before,talking about how you had rescued turtles trapped in nets.She had heard people talking about how pretty you were.She had never actually seen you but from the descriptions she had heard she was positive the girl she was looking at now was you.The (Y/H/C) hair that was wet and messy,the pretty (Y/E/C) eyes that were reflecting the light off of them,the absurd amount of bracelets clinging to your wrists.No one else looked like that.

She would know if someone had.She didnt understand how someone like you could come from such wealth.Your parents were filthy rich.They could probably buy all of the Camerons property and all of their organs twice if they wanted too. “Uh...we’re closing in five minutes.”Kiara had said after clearing her throat.You didnt say anything for a moment.The silence was extremely loud and she was positive she could hear the lights. “Do you have any paper cups that you could put water in?Im so sorry,I just ran three blocks and I currently cant breath.”You smiled,your cheeks flushed from the lack of oxygen.She nodded,reaching under  the counter and grabbing a paper cup,filling it with ice and water.She turned around,placing it on the counter.You stumbled forward,holding onto the counter and nodding like you were trying to thank her before sipping the water. “Thank you.”You nodded,taking another sip.She grinned. “No problem,(Y/N).”She bit her lip.You raised your eyebrows.

 “How do you know-my name?”You asked,sipping the water again.She blushed. “You’re kind of famous for saving turtles,so.”She tried to explain herself but all that came out was stupidity.You smiled,finishing the water and gaining back your ability to breathe. “Oh,oh cool.So um...whats your name?”You asked. “Kiara,Kiara Carrera.”She tucked her hair behind her ear.You grinned. “Well its great meeting you,Kiara Carrera.”You held out your hand for her to shake.She took the opportunity to read your bracelets.BLM,LGBT,FLOWER,(Y/N),VIBE,SAVE TURTLES,GOLD,FISH.She shook your hand,your bracelets shaking a bit as you did so. “Nice bracelets.”She complimented,looking at your wrists. “Do you want me to make you one?”You asked.She was stunned by the offer. “I dont wanna wear plastic,thanks though.”She smiled.You bit your lip. “Glass and clay beads,I dont wanna add to the fact that my parents use single use utensils every night.You’d think with all that money they’d buy some metals spoons.”You sighed.She had meant the whole plastic thing as a light hearted joke but damn.Not only did you use your bracelets to spread a positive message but they were made with none harmful materials.

She nodded. “Good thing you’re not like you’re parents,they seem like okay people no offense.”She twirled a piece of her hair without realizing.You smiled. “No offense taken.Kiara is spelt K-I-A-R-A?”You asked.She nodded.You grinned. “Cool.Will you be here tomorrow?”You asked.She chewed her lip. “Tomorrow at this time,why?”She asked.You played with one of your bracelets. “How else am I supposed to give you your bracelet?You did kind of just save my life with that water so I think I owe you.Would you prefer I come to your house?”You asked.She blushed. “I’d love that.Ill text you my address?”She suggested.You laughed quietly. “You need my number first.”You pointed out.She nodded,pulling her phone out of her back pocket. “That’s true.”She agreed,handing you her phone once she opened it to create a new contact.You typed your number and your name before handing it back to her. “Text me when you feel like it.I’ll see you later,Kiara Carrera.”You grinned,taking your water cup and leaving the restaurant.She couldve screamed.That was the most exciting thing to happen in a while. “Who was that?”Her dad asked,coming out of the back.She exhaled,blinking quickly to calm down before turning around. “I think I just made a new friend.”She smiled.She wasnt quite sure if she was telling her parents or herself but either way it sounded nice to say.All kooks were stuck up and rude.Except you.You were her only acception.

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

I got an Dewey Finn x artsy reader for y'all.

The reader crafts this special thing for our Rockstar... fluff ahead.

Hope you enjoy. 💜

Masterpiece

It was a warm summer-day, Nirvana blasted in the background of your appartment when you painted. You wiped your sweaty hairline with a sigh. Glad you decided to put it up in a bun. That way your neck would be cooler, and it also helped you to keep your locks paint-free.

....

You watched your smeared hands and paint stains that covered your overalls. Wel... at last it wasn't in your hair.

You had been painting for about 4 hours now, and you finally managed to step back and be happy with your work. Not often was you pleased with what you created, but since this was gonna be a gift for Dewey... it had to be the best of the best. It had to be absolutely perfect. Your sweet baby deserved nothing less.

You had this idea for quite some time now. But today you finally managed to actually do it.

The idea hit you after the gig-ritual the two of you created.

Dewey came home after a gig a couple of weeks ago and tiredly slumped on the couch with you. Lovingly admiring your sleeping form on the couch.

You always tried to wait up for him, to talk to him about his gig and cuddle. But more often then not, sleep got the better of you. You gave up the battle and fell asleep on te couch.

Multiple times you were woken up by Dewey carrying you to bed while you mumbled an apology for falling asleep while waiting up. Again.

He'd put you in bed, pressed a kiss on your hair and told you it was fine. He crawled in the bed, snuggling closer to you and you would drift off to sleep again. Dewey mumbled how much he had missed you, just before you closed your eyes. You would fall asleep in Deweys warm, comforting embrace.

This was not the ritual you intended most of the time, but it was a nice one nevertheless.

The thought hit you one night, the moment you touched the bed, after Dewey carried you upstairs again. He sighed and mumbled in your hair: "Thanx for waiting up sweetheart... I've missed you so much today."

You decided that he'd miss you less if he carried a piece of you around him, during his gigs, when he rocked the roof of.

Your last thought before drifting off that night had been: Im gonna fix him a special guitar...

That week you ordered a brand new electric guitar for Dewey online, and decided to put your own fingerprints on them... (quite literally). You personally had hand-painted the instrument. A little reminder that he always had a piece of you with him, even when you were not physically around.

You always got a little lost timewise when you touched paintbrushes, and you were startled by the sound of the front door opening. Dewey called when he closed the door: "Hey baby... Im home!"

Shit! Is it already that late?!

You panicked and your eyes darted around the mess in the room. A small explosion would have been a good summary of the scenery in front of you. Paintbrushes and paint scrambled across the floor, old rags to wipe the brushes lay everywhere and you were seated in the middle of the living room, on the ground. The guitar lay behind you, it still had to dry because of the wet paint on it.

There was no way you could keep this a suprise for Dewey. You couldnt even hide the guitar, cause it was still wet...

Damn it!

You realised too late that Nirvana rocking through the speakers would lead him into the living room even faster.

"Hey... babe?" You heared Dewey ask, his footsteps coming closer and you decided: fuck it. No turning back now.

You quickly turned around to face the door, sitting there cross legged and a bit anxcious for a second untill Dewey's happy face appeared in the doorway.

Pleasedontbemad, pleasethinkitscool, Please for the love of the rock gods... just... like it...

His bright brown eyes found yours and he threw a beaming smile your way. "There you are, my little picasso..." Dewey took a step in your direction, pressed a kiss on your hair and mumbled to you "... I still don't know how you managed to do so beautifull, but you got some purple paint in your hair. Again." He chuckled and darted his eyes around the room as he took in the chaos. "If i didn't knew you any better I'd say that you were going for the: mad painter vibe dear... Chaotically perfect. As alway-"

His scentence died abruptly in his throath when he lied eyes on the instrument behind you. His face was shocked, his mouth hang agape slightly and he squeeled. He excitedly bounced over to where you were sitting and a high pitched noise escaped his throath.

"What the fuckeroni is this beauty of a guitar doing here???!!" Dewey managed to croak out in a hoarse squeel. Still bouncing up and down and he ruffled his brown curls in amazement. A smile so bright that it could break his face in half, appeared on his features and he fixated his gaze on you.

Doubt started to creep up your spine as he unmovingly stared into your eyes for a minute. His eyes darted from the guitar, to you and back.

You couldnt take the insecurity any longer and bashfully asked: "Erhm... Dew... are you okay? I... im sorry if i... i dont mean to... erhm... if you dont like it... please tell me..."

You were shut up by Deweys strong arms pulling you up at your waist. Before you could protest or even yelp at the sudden movement his lips crashed on yours. His hands rested on your waist. Between kisses dewey breathed against your lips: "sweetheart... i LOVE it!!!"

He kissed you again, and again and again. Untill you couldnt properly trace his lips anymore, Dewey was a happy, bouncy, excited mess and it was hard to kiss a bouncingball.

You smiled fondly and Dewey rambled on how excited he was, still bouncing around the room. "Baby... you made this??? Its so sick! Its gonna shred faces even before i touched a singe string. Its so beautifull. Its..."

He stopped bouncing and crouched down beside the guitar, suddenly very quiet.

On the side was scribbled: "For my bouncy oddball of a Dewdrop. Rock on...." after the scribble of text he noticed a finferprint. Your fingerprint.

He turned his head towards you and you scratched your elbow, afraid you had overdone it. Your eyes darted to the floor as insecurity crept its way in your chest.

Dewey stood up, very slowly and walked towards you. You didn't dare too look at him untill his deep voice said your name. His voice sweet and caring, made all your doubt wash away.

Your eyes found his and you notices his beautifull brown eyes were gleaming with emotion. His gaze pure adoration and love, acceptence and amazement, when he took your hands.

He smiled through his whirlwind of emotion and reached out to brush his calloused fingers against your cheek, kissed you sweetly on the lips and pulled you in a tight hug.

Holding on like you were his only anchor in the world.

You revelled into the hug and his presence and reached out to comb your hand through his brown messy curls.

You heared him take a deep breath and felt his chest rise and fall against yours. You mumbled against the crook of his neck quietly: "I did it so you dont have to miss me as much on your gigs, Dew... This way you'll always have me with you. Even when im not around."

Dewey slowly pulled back from your embrace and gazed into your eyes. Your hands still tangled at the back of his neck, teasing the hairs there.

His nose rested against yours and he mumbled "...Thank you, beautifull... its... beautifull... almost as beautifull as you..."

He kissed your cheek, his scruff tickled under your cheekbone and he brushed his thumb over the kissed area.

"Its beautifully chaotic and serene at the same time... just like you, dear."

Dewey kissed your lips again softly and when he pulled back he chuckled: "Hey love...?"

You smirked: "Yeah Dew?"

He replied with a soft voice: "...You painted yourself a bit too. Again."

You scoffed at his comment. Of course you did. Again.

Dewey mischievously guided you closer by the straps of your overalls. His thumb brushed your cheekbone again, where he just kissed you. Dewey put his hands on your lower back and continued with a whisper: "No need to paint yourself, love... you are already a masterpiece..."

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock @bugdrinkss

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Love Shot

CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Exo x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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��Why are you acting so weird.” Mino said, the rim of his cup pressed against his bottom lip.

“I told you. That guy showed up in my studio yesterday. And then again outside last night.” I grumbled, looking down to stir my drink.

“I think your just shooken up. You didn't even see that guys face Y/n.” Mino said after taking a sip.

“Well yeah im shooken up Mino. He gives me weird vibes.”

“I think you need to relax. Just focus on the fact you sold three pieces yesterday. That your probably going to be selling more very soon as well.”

I nodded, telling him he was right. There was no reason why I should be so worked up, especially when nothing really happened. I took abreath and smiled to show Mino was right, but just as I sat back two men walked out of the Cafe I sat on the porch of.

“Kai I told you it wasn't going to work already. No, there's no way after what happened shell ever fall for it.”

My head shot up at that name. That was the same name. My eyes went wide and i couldnt help but look down, covering my face slightly. I heard Mino sigh and the sound of his jacket rustling made me look.

“I think those guys were there. They said Kai. Kai was the name of the guy who followed me.” I said softly.

“You just remember his name was Kai?” Mino said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, yeah.”

“Y/n, sit up. You either misheard then or misheard now. You need to stop doing this to yourself.”

I looked at Mino’s annoyed face and slouched back. He was right. I was being crazy. I nodded more to clear my own head than agree with him and took another sip of my coffee, making sure it was big enough sip to be able to leave it. I just wouldn't bring this up in front of him anymore. If he wasn't going to believe me, let alone help, there was no reason to continue to bring this up.

“Okay, I have to go to wrap these paintings. Junmyeon is coming soon to pick them up.” I said grabbing my coat and bag before standing up.

“Just remember you'll be okay. If it makes you feel unsafe lock your door.” He said through a deep breath. I nodded half heartedly before walking out of the closed off porch, not bothering to even look at him.

Waiting for Junmyeon seemed to take forever. It seemed that 4:30 was never going to happen, and I was too anxious to do anything else to take your mind off of it. I tried everything; playing on my phone, napping, cooking, painting, anything to take my mind off the time. But none of these things seemed to work. All I could do was stand with my arms crossed and sip on the tea that went cold a while ago as I stared out the window. I had so many questions for him, but at the same time I didn't know if my questions were going to make me look as crazy as Mino made me feel. I decided to just sit down and write my questions down. That usually made me feel better.

There were a few things. One, who are those men. Two, why does Jongin look like the man who was harassing me in the alley? Three, why were they standing outside my apartment. Writing these things out seemed to help kill time since before I knew it the little bell that told me someone was opening the door rang.

I tried not to seem eager as I stood up from my desk to make my way downstairs to greet him, pushing the sleeves of my button up over my elbows, which now seemed to be more of a nervous habit than a convenience.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.” He said comfortably.

“Hey. So it looks like they were wrapped by a four year old, the company sent me pre cut sheets that are too big for my canvas size and they don't fit in my paper cutter.” I said, trying not to seem eager about the questions I wanted to ask.

“Oh thats fine. There just going straight to Baekhyun and Jongin’s office to be hung up. It's no big deal.” He said with that bright smile again.

“So how do you know these guys?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“Old family friends, business partners. That kind of thing. Best Friends really.” He said with a light chuckle.

“Jongin looks alot like this guy I saw the other night after Mino’s opening in that back alley. It startled me at first, but that man's name was Kai or something like that.” I chuckled, waving your hand.

“Oh that's weird? Well it couldn't have been Jongin, he was actually supposed to come with me to the opening but was called away for business.” He smiled, leaning against the table the paintings were on and folding his arms. I hummed, nodding my head before clapping my hands gently together.

“Would you like a bottle of water?” I asked, smiling and taking a step forward as he nodded towards the little fridge that was by the table. “Oh by the way, why were you guys standing outside so late last night? Did you need something?”

“We weren't outside?” He said quickly.

“You weren't? I could have sworn I saw you?” I said standing up, stopping mid twist to take the cap off.

“No, I was home knocked out.” He said with a slight pout.

I nodded. Maybe you were so tired you just thought it was them. I shook your head and laughed at myself. Mino was right. I were going to make myself crazy.

“I need to run, the guys are waiting for me.” Junmyeon said, smiling as he lifted the paintings. “These really are so great. Thank you again.” He said reaching a hand out for the bottle.

“Of course. I'll see you soon.” I said smiling before turning to go open the door for him.

I couldn't say that the conversation made me feel better once Junmyeon left, but I could say I felt weirdly relieved. Relieved enough that I was able to put my thoughts aside and dive back into the work I should have been doing earlier that day.

Two days later I stood behindmy easel, my hair a mess, one paintbrush in my hand and another in my mouth. It seemed like my entire body covered in paint. I had taken a stroll down the Han river earlier and the water alone had inspired me so much that I couldnt wait to get the colors down on a canvas. I was squeezing more green onto the palate when the little bell rang just loud enough over the music for me to hear.

“Hello!” I called, finishing blending before I peaked around the canvas. A wide smile broke onto my face as I saw Baekhyun standing there holding a bouquet of flowers.

“I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for the art. It's so nice to look at during the day.” He said placing the vase down on the closest empty space he could find.

“Oh thank you so much! You didn't have to stop by to say that, its really to nice.” I said placing my things down and walking over to him. He laughed through his hand that covered his mouth I wiped my hands off on the bottom of my paint covered jean shirt. “This thing has been ruined for years, dont think im always this messy.” I added making him chuckle again.

“The real reason I stopped by, actually, was to ask you a question.” He said, sitting halfway onto the table by the flowers. “We just  refurbished our home, and I was wondering if you would work for me to paint things for my walls.”

“How many rooms?” I asked, already perfectly willing to do it.

“I have five rooms, they'll need three to four paintings each.” He said, his eyes sparkling as I nodded.

“I can do that.”

“Great! I was wondering if you would be interested in coming by the house to look around. See what we have going on and get an idea of what I’d like in each room.”

“Just let me know when.” I said looking over to the piece I were working on and back, just making sure it had not settled too much.

“Perfect. I have the day off Tuesday. Would you be able to come around noon?”

After setting the time and receiving his address I walked Baekhyun out, thanking him again and with probably the most gentle handshake he was climbing into the back of a big black car and driving off.

Tuesday came and all through my back seat ride to the address I was given I couldn't help but feel nervous. I really felt the need to impress Baekhyun. He already had such high expectations of my work, so I was just praying that I would be able to with hold that expectation.

I was shocked to see the size of the driveway that the car slowly rolled down towards his house. I figured he was wealthy by the way he dressed and the cars that drove him around, but a half a mile driveway just out of the city wealthy wasn't quite what I expected. The house itself was stunning without any help. It’s extravagant historic exterior was the first thing that started to ring the inspiration bells in my head. Without even going in I could already see the high ceilings through the arched windows that seemed to hug around the circular driveway with a large front porch littered with beautiful, blooming flowers. Large and modern was what I was most comfortable with, and I could already start to picture the things I wanted to do.

With one more deep breath I thanked the cab driver and grabbed my bag. It felt so strange walking into a place that could probably afford the most famous painters to commision for this poject. I had to take a step back and try to convince myself that I was asked there for a reason, and no one could take that away from me.

The volume of the doorbell on the other side of the door made me jump, I didn't know why I didn't expect it to be that loud. It made me even more nervous than I already was, but the moment the door opened to expose Baekhyun’s sweet smile everything washed away. I took him in, his tousled hair, and messily thrown on button up thats sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. He looked so comfortable, and really so happy.

“Come on in, I've been hanging and moving furniture around so I’m a little sweaty.” He chuckled, wiping one of his hands over his chest.

I followed him into the house, instantly letting my eyes wander I made a note to how the inside of the house was more modern than the outside, with large open rooms that had white marble floors and minimalist furniture that seemed to have been custom made to fit every crook and corner. Tall plants were scattered around the three rooms I was really able to see into, once again adding more inspiration to the array of paintings I was preparing myself for.

I followed Baekhyun around, taking notes on the little pad of paper I brought with me as he told me how many pieces and where they would go in the rooms he lead me through, as well as snapping photos of the rooms. He seemed to value my opinion, asking me what I thought of the rooms as a whole and expressing his concerns about them as well, until the two of us ended up in the kitchen. I sat on one of the barstools as Baekhyun walked over to the cabinet, pulling out glasses for the two of us.

“Water okay?” He asked, holding one of the glasses up, smiling as I nodded.

“So you said this place was abandoned before you bought it?” I asked as I slipped my coat off of my shoulders.

“Until my father bought it, but he passed away before he could really start remodeling it. It was actually supposed to be my mother's new hobby, but when he died she could hardly look at the place.” He said, passing me the cup before leaning against the counter. He laughed, seeing how uncomfortable I got about the sudden dark turn the conversation took, and continued. “My dad was very sick for a very long time. It’s one of the reasons im so close with Junmyeon. His family and a few others took my family in as their own, really helped us out when his life got especially hard.”

“Thats really nice of them,” I started, not really sure how to continue the conversation. “So, do you live here all alone then?” I asked, just trying to change the topic.

“Mm, no. So these families that helped us? They all had sons. So its me and 7, some times 8 other guys who live here. You’ve actually met a few of them.” He said. I nodded, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

“It’s great that you’re not here all by yourself though, this house would be to big for me to live in all by myself.” I said with a soft smile.

“Sometimes with as many people that are in this house it seems too small. These boys are crazy.” He said making me laugh again.

“Speaking of crazy,” He added, regaining my attention. “Were having a business party here on saturday. It sounds boring but it's a masquerade ball theme so it could be fun. You should come.”

“Oh! I dont know if I could impose” You said, biting you lip and shaking your head at how eager you were to say yes.

“Not an imposition. Think of it as an opportunity to build connections.” He said with that same gentle smile.

“Okay. Ill be there.” I said, trying to hide my excitement.

We sat there for almost another hour, talking about things that didn't really matter. I couldn't help but find it flattering how interested he was in my school years. I couldnt help but to notice the way his voice would get soft as he giggled as the crazy stories I told him about my first few months in South Korea. How his eyes would shut almost the whole way when he would laugh just hard enough. I would be lying to myself if I said he wasnt handsome. He was, and my fluttering heart was enough to prove that.

Chapter 3

[1-800-gaygentsofshield]

Skimmons College Roommate AU

The soft strums of the guitar wake the teenager up in the middle of the night, making her roll over in bed and smile. Daisy and Jemma met on the very first day of college open house, both of them being equally nervous but excited at the new opportunity. The pair have been roommates for the last three years, counting down the days until they can get out of this place. They have to be there for a total of seven years so they still have four more to go. A soft smile tugs on Jemmas lips as she lets her arm rest on her forehead, the rustling of the sheets interrupting the guitar being played through the walls. Daisys strums were slower than the original song, giving Jemma the image of her sitting on her bed and lazily playing the guitar. It happens almost twice a week where Jemma wakes up to her roommates gentle strumming, on rare nights, accompanied by vocals. Tonight is one of these rare nights. The 2 am guitar playing happens so frequently, Jemma has become accustomed to the noise, the gentle strums reassuring her that her roommate is there. Tonight she could tell Daisy couldn’t sleep just by the way the notes sound. The way Daisys fingers sleepily run across the strings, her voice rougher than normal but still angelic as always.

“I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better, on me, than it did you. Only if you knew, how much I liked you..” Daisys voice comes flowing through the walls and Jemma cant help but sing along softly. The walls separating their rooms are thin as hell so she’s guessing Daisy can hear her too.

“But I watch your eyes, as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than a blue sky..She's got you mesmerized, while I die..” Jemma softly sings along, turning to face the wall.

Daisy’s sitting on her bed, her legs propped up, guitar in lap, and back pressed up against the wall. She sang the first part with her eyes closed, the cords to the song coming as a second nature to her. She soon heard her roommates voice, rough and raspy from sleep but still smooth like silk come through the walls. A smile cracks on Daisys lips as she continues singing, pressing her back up more against the wall.

“Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half, as pretty. You gave her your sweater. “It's just polyester,” but you like her better..Wish I were Heather.”

They continue the song, both of them becoming more awake as the song progressed.

“Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater. “It's just polyester,” but you like her better. Wish I were..” As the song ended Daisy’s voice got gentle, letting Jemma take over partly, just happy in the moment. The hacker slowly stopped strumming and she heard the rustling of sheets coming from Jemmas room, followed by the soft pads of footsteps on the floor. The tiny scientist slowly opens the door to Daisys room and steps in, watching as the brunette puts away her guitar. “Hey.” Jemma whispers softly, walking over to the hacker and sitting down on her bed. “Whats keeping you up?” The Brit asks, immediately reading the other girl like a book. 

With everyone else the hacker has walls and facades, burying her emotions deep inside, but not with Jemma Simmons. Simmons is the only person Daisy is vulnerable around, wearing her heart on her sleeve ever since Jemma comforted when she cried over her ex and got wasted, held her hair back the morning after, gave her painkillers and ate takeout with her all day two years ago. That was the day Daisy realized that Jemma cared deeply for her, willing to push aside her important studies just to eat sauce covered noodles with her all day and well into the night. The two are inseparable and it would be a good guess if someone thought that they were a couple. 

“I dont know, I just can’t sleep. I tried the milk and honey technique, your sleepy tea, everything. So, I just resorted to strumming and the song popped into my head.” Daisy shrugs, leaning back onto the wall and looking over to her best friend. “Its camomile tea darling, come here.” Jemma laughs softly, laying the both of them down and turning off the desk lights. Sometimes the pair cuddle when they’ve had a hard day or they cant sleep, finding comfort in each other at the end of the day..as friends..of course. Daisys arm gently wrap around the smaller girls shoulders and sighs contently, letting herself sink into the darkness. Jemmas arms wrap around Daisys torso and pulls herself close, becoming a little space heater for the taller girl. “Goodnight Jems.” Daisy whispers, already drifting off to sleep. The brit smiles sleepily and pulls herself closer, “Goodnight Daisy.”

-

“Daisy! Pizza!” Jemma giggles, her hair tied up into a messy ponytail. She walks over to the table in their shared space while eating a piece of pizza, a wide smile on her face as she’s equipped with a slice of pizza in one hand and the box in the other. She’s wearing comfy pajama shorts underneath Daisys large Stanford sweater, the oversized sleeves bunched up near her wrists. Todays a study, relax, and chill out day for the pair. “Pizza? Yess thank you Jems.” Daisy groans, a small smile on her face as she gets up from the desk and moving some of their books aside. “Mmhm, you almost done studying?” The brit hums, placing the pizza box on the table as she continues to eat the slice shes holding. “Almost. We’re almost there.” Daisy nods her head, simultaneously grabbing a dirty t-shirt off the ground and throwing it into the laundry basket as she answers. Shes wearing her glasses which Jemma likes so much paired with a black shirt and grey sweatpants, her dark brown hair flowing down her shoulders. The hacker grabs a piece and groans softly as she eats it, her eyes rolling back. “Mmm, thank you Jems. So good.” She smiles and Jemma cant stop herself from laughing. “Its the same place and order each time.” The brit says and Daisy shrugs, plopping down on the couch and pulling Jemma down next to her. They spend the day reviewing notes with their legs intertwined, eating pizza and drinking coffee (or tea in Jemmas case) as they study the hours away.

-

Winter. Winter means mid terms. Mid terms mean late night studying. Late night studying means lack of sleep. Lack of sleep means sleepy Jemma and Daisy. And, sleepy Jemma and Daisy means coffee shop adventures.

They’re both bundled up in warm winter clothing as they walk down the sidewalk, Jemma clutching onto her bag filled with books with one hand and the other intertwined with Daisys in the hackers pocket. As the year progresses the line between friends and lovers started to blur between the two, Jemma spending more nights cuddled up against Daisy than in her own bed, the touches becoming more prominent and lingering. Thats why the pair didnt question it when their hands intertwined with each others almost immediately after they left the place. So, when their hands started to get cold, Daisy put their intertwined hands into her coat pocket without exchanging any words.

They walk into the small campus coffee shop with a smile on both of their faces, the warm cafe air engulfing them. Daisy looks over to her tiny scientist and cant help but blush, watching the tips of Simmons ears and the tip of her nose turn red from the cold. “It’s freezing out there.” Jemma mumbles, walking in step with Daisy towards the register.

They get their coffee and tea and sit down at a window table, their bags set by their feet. “Another winter, another midterm.” Daisy mumbles, sipping on her coffee as she watches the smiling Brit across from her. “That means another christmas together and another spring break at your parents lake house.” Jemma smiles and Daisy nods, realizing that it’s become a routine. They’d rotate each holiday, for thanksgiving, it would be spent at Daisy’s house with Phil and May and for Christmas, it would be spent with Jemmas parents. For spring break they’d usually spend it with Bobbi, Mack, Fitz, Hunter, and Yo-Yo at Philinda’s lake house or take a road trip with just the two of them in Daisy’s van. They do everything together. “We should bring alcohol if we go to the lake house this year.” The hacker hums and Jemma nods her head, gently intertwining their hands on the table. “We should, Hunter would have a blast with Fitz.” The brit giggles and Daisy decides that it’s her favorite sound in the world.

They finish their drinks and toss their cups, re-securing their layers over themselves before stepping out into the cold. As soon as they step out Daisy reaches and holds Jemmas hand, putting them back into her pocket with a smile on her face.

-

“To spring break!” Hunter calls, all of them sitting on the house boat lake. “To spring break!” They call back, all of them sipping their beers in their hands. It’s the first day of spring break and they’re all in swimsuits and swim trunks, everything already set up from last years break. It’s currently mid-day so it’s hot as hell, the cooler open and filled with ice and alcohol. “I’m going swimming.” Mack claps his hands, standing up and diving off the porch into the water. Fitz soon follows, sliding off the porch into the lake rather than diving. “So, hows the school year going so far?” Hunter asks, his arm wrapped around Bobbi as yo-yo digs into the snacks. “Good, I’m glad that it’s over soon.” Jemma replies, sitting down close to Daisy. The hacker pouts and gently grabs the Brits waist playfully, “But Jems, that means that you won’t be with me.” Daisy whines, making Jemma turn around a smile at her. “Oh Daisy, don’t pretend that we don’t spend all of our time together in the summer.” She says, slapping Daisy’s shoulder playfully. “Still.” The hacker pouts before smiling, sipping on her beer as the sun warms them up.

-

Later they all swim in the lake, floating on the tubes and sitting on the ledge in the water. It’s a lazy vibe in the air with the music playing and the heat surrounding them, all of them fully relaxed. Currently Daisy is dragging Simmons towards a small strip of grass sandwitched between the lake and trees. It’s an area at the side of the house, still close to the lake, but hidden from sight of their friends. “It keeps getting better each time.” Jemma hums, wearing a red bikini while Daisy wears a light blue one. “I know, I’m suprised Hunter and Bobbi haven’t gone off and fucked yet.” The hacker says nonchalantly, earning a small slap on the arm. “Daisy!” Jemma scolds playfully, a smile present on her face. “What?” Daisy laughs, closing the space between them a bit. Her hands come up to gently grab Jemmas waist, taking in slow in case she read all of the signs wrong. To her relief Jemma doesn’t pull away, instead, the Brits hands slowly come up to hold onto Daisy’s biceps. “Tell me if I’m wrong but I think that we have a thing.” Daisy whispers softly, leaning in a bit. She pulls her sunglasses up onto the top of her head and rasises an eyebrow, looking at the smaller girl. “You’re not wrong.” Jemma says softly, feeling her back being gently pressed up against the house wall. “Can I..?” Daisy asks, leaning in just a bit more. The brit nods and leans in, closing the space between them. The kiss is slow and soft, their heartbeats speeding up. Daisy slowly pulls away with a wide smile on her face, backing away from the Brit a bit because she assumes Jemma wants to take it slow. She’s wrong. The biochemist grabs her wrist and pulls her back into the kiss, this time locking lips as her arms snake around Daisy’s neck. The taller girls hands immediately latch onto Jemmas waist as they kiss with more passion than before, no longer tentative and questioning. Jemmas hand comes up and slowly intertwined with Daisy’s hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. They kiss for what feels like forver, fingertips exploring gently and hands intertwined with hair. “Skimmons get over here!” Bobbi calls, bringing them back down to reality that they’re outside and their friends are there. Jemma plants one more kiss on Daisy’s lips, promising that there’s more to come, before pulling away fully. They make their way back to the group and hop back into the water, sharing a tube together. “Skimmons? What’s that?” Daisy asks Bobbi, Jemma and her own legs laid across each other. “It’s like a ship name. We got it from before, when you went by Skye. Skye and Simmons equals Simmons.” Bobbi explains and the girls nod, giving each other a high five. “Skimmons!” They laugh, earning laughs from the group. Hunter throws them all beers from the dock and holds up his for another toast, “To college and booze!” He says and everyone laughs, calling back. “To college and booze!”

[someone-always-cares]

[image description: a q&a for the webcomic someone always cares. full desc under the cut because its long and wordy sorry]

post chapter 3 Q&A

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thanks for yalls questions!! it was fun to answer! if anyone still has questions feel free to ask whenever i am always 100% down to ramble. even if i did go slightly off topic in some answers

additional: went off topic with the hair question a bit. their bright hair is all part of the transformations. regular hair dye does exist though. best way to tell is that if the eyebrow matches the hair its probably not dyed. also, quartz’s hair is naturally ginger.

also for more on ages, check out the character bios here

also was gonna keep this in the tags but thought i might as well actually try to answer it: the question i found it hardest to answer was someone the song one. my taste in music is. a mess really. ive been listening to like the same 5 songs on repeat all day. more under the cut because i was rambling again and now its uhhh half 1am

if it helps at the time of answering that specific question i had home by cavetown on repeat, and that song reminds me of both rami and lewis. but that may be because i project onto those two a lot, and as a aro trans dude. who sucks with people skills, yeah of course i love that song.

specifically the vibes of like not knowing how to communicate (rami is fine with his friends but other people are different), the lines “ Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place, Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane” idk what the porcelain face line is supposed to mean but im picturing it as like. a mask. that you need to take off and stop hiding and rami does tend to hide when hes feeling upset, and the next two lines kinda could tie into that, like the feeling of when youre overwhelemed and just want the world to stop so you just hide somewhere. also the colours could go with chapter 3 with the chromatic abberation.

also the bit with “ my eyes went dark, I don't know where, my pupils are, But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here” just kinda sums up ramis whole hero thing with his powers and all. anyway this has turned into less what songs rami would like and why this particular song reminds me of him and lewis (lewis specifically has the hair cutting/chest hiding, [big transmasc mood], and also messy haired trainwreck who doesnt know who he is yet. also the ghosts bit)

i did end up picking upbeat songs because ramis a dude who like to try and be upbeat even if things arent. even if hes not really feeling it he will pretend to.

[full description: Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: “hi ily!!! do characters like quartz who have colored hair have that naturally or did they dye it?”

“its both natural and not! while most supers can do a magical girl ish transformation, including a change in hair colour, there are some exceptions.”

theres two small full body drawings of rami, one in civilian clothes, one fully transformed.

“if a superhero were to have a biological child, the child will inherit the powers of the parent(s). however, the child will not inherit the full transfromation. they do inherit any physical transformations, but not the outfit.”

theres a drawing of a woman in blue, quartz’s mother, fully transformed, holding her mask in her hand, smiling down at a much younger quartz as a child. hes smiling back up at her with the same blue eyes, pointy ears, and blue hair, but hes still in normal clothes.

“in the case of quartz, both of hisparents had superpowers, and he inherited those powers and the physical transformations.he can also pick and mix whatphysical traits to change.“

next is a headshot of adult quartz, his face split down the middle with one side having hair and eye like his mother, the other like his father. theres a list of traits from each parents, blue hair and eyes and pointy ears from his mum, and purple hair and eyes and pointy teeth from their dad.

 “Anonymous said to someone-always-cares:  Are all the characters the same age? If not, how old are they? Are they irl friends or just superhero friends?”

theres some headshots of rami and his team lined up with ages labelled: cam is 15, rami himself is 17, lin, mateo, and dante, are all 18, and cap is 20.

“rami and xandra were somewhat friends before she got superpowers, so when, after the incident with her old team, she found rami had developed powers, xandra stuck close to him. their other teamates started off as superhero friends but soon turned into irl friends too”

theres a headshot of lewis and jade. theyre both 17

“when lewis first decided to start being a vigilante,jade quickly found him and decided to help train himand offered to be a mentor of sorts, as they both have similar powers. that quickly derailed.”

“ cinder5555 said to someone-always-cares: How long does it usually take to make a comic page? I'm curious because they're so freaking good that they must take FOREVER”

theres a drawing of myself, a fluffy hair tired bastard in a hoodie, smiling

“Thanks! Ive been doing this shit since like 2017 and i still have no idea how long it takes me. i can get a page done in a day if i have nothing else to do or if its a simple page, but if i have work then maybe 2-3 days? i spend like, most of my free time doing this.“

another drawing of me, now looking frustrated muttering “how the FUCK does time work”

“but i can never do it all on one sitting.i will inevitably get distracted and zone out daydreaming mid drawing so its very hard to get an accurate read on how long it takes. so however long a piece of string is i guess“

the only qustion not from tumblr is a discord message from RuneStone Cabin:

“Q: Can you talk about the incidence of superpowers in this world? Like many people are supers, which powers are more or less common, how long they've been a thing for, stuff like that. Also does Omen know I'd die for them “

theres a drawing of omen pointing at a date circled on a calender marked “decembuary”, theyre saying “i know. i already wrote your death in my calender.”

then a giant wall of text reading: “Supers have only existed for a relativly short time, since the early 1940s. momento mori was the second person to have ever gained powers.

Only a small number of the population are supers! the chances are higher in more populated cities, but unusally london has oneof the higher percentages of supers. while nobody in universe has any idea of the origins of superpowers, it does seem that powers are more likely to occur in people who would actually use their powers.

as for what powers are most common, after making a badly catagorized spreadsheet of every superpowered character ive made for this world (70% of which will probably never even be seen), turns out that elemental powers are the most common. although not all elemental powers manifest as the straight up 'controling this element' as seen in characters like lin or tsunami. for example, iris's powers would fall under shadow elemntal powers, but theyre a lot more weird that just controlling shadows.there are some abilities that have never been seen before,such as ressurection or full on time travel (aka anything that could bring a character back to life), but powers are certainly allowed to toe the line eg healing, powers involving undeath, immortality, pausing or manipulating time.

aside from that, anything goes. you could get plain old superstrength, but you could also get the ability to create dogs with your mind. other not quite rules, more guidelines are that supers are immune to their own powers hurting them (unless they were pushing themselves too hard), although the way the imminuties occur may be inconvinient to the super.

while some powers may be 'more powerful' than others, powers dont really get to be way underpowered or overpowered in comparision to others. sure being able to talk to animals may feel a bit useless compared to someone who can lift 4 tanks at once, but nobodys going to end up with a power like 'can turn into a goose but only once' or 'can grow toenails twice as fast' or 'if i sneeze i can change my hair colour'. at the same time, youre not going to get someone with the power to snap their fingers and level a city, or instantly blow up the moon or whatever.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: I love rami PLEASE tell me his favorite song(s) and why. I will die for you”

a drawing of rami saying out loud “i dont really have any specific favourite song, really? i just listen to whatever sounds catchy and then listen to that on repeat for hours until i hate it. i guess i do like upbeat songs? ones that make you feel happy even if the lyrics are sad”

“ un1c0rnhh said to someone-always-cares: tell me,,, please,, cam,,, are they a cat person or a dog person?? ily"

theres a drawing of cam a metre away from a cat lying down. she has her arm out and is making ‘psspsspss’ noises at it. end id]

FUCK i am so glad i didnt hand write all of that, it would have been a major pain in the ass to write it all and then have to transcribe all that next. but nope i could directly copy paste the asks and word answers. cheers if anyone made it this far down. if anyone wonders why this is uploaded late, you know now.

[weirdlizard26]

all 100 questions but ONLY if you want to or have the time to do it :3

hello tumblr dot com 

i skipped the ones i didnt want to or didnt know how to answer also im gkdfngkdf sorry i dont think this is very amusing to read and gosh i hope the readmore works 

1. What is you middle name?

dont have one ✌️

2. How old are you?

19

3. When is your birthday?

uhhhhhhhh april 19th but dont tell anyone

4. What is your zodiac sign?

aries 

5. What is your favorite color?

GREEN

6. What’s your lucky number?

i dont think i have one? 25 is pretty cool tho

7. Do you have any pets?

not currently :(

8. Where are you from?

ukraine ✌️

9. How tall are you?

5’4 i think?? idk we use meters here

10. What shoe size are you?

i have no idea

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

more than 7 idk the exact number akjfnkdgndkf

12. What was your last dream about?

i was lost in a video game maize and it was green thats all i remember

13. What talents do you have?

singing i guess?? 

14. Are you psychic in any way?

if “sending the exact same message as my partner at the exact same time” counts then yeah i guess

15. Favorite song?

phoenix by burnout syndromes is GOOD 

16. Favorite movie?

mamma mia here we go again (2018)

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

my partner is my ideal partner uwu

19. Do you want a church wedding?

nooooo

20. Are you religious?

not really? i think god might exist but i dont vibe with any religion i know of

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

haha yeah twice

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

not yet

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

nah

24. Baths or showers?

showerrrrrrrrrr

25. What color socks are you wearing?

baby blue with blue snowflakes hehe

26. Have you ever been famous?

do i look like

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

i would like my music to be known but being a celebrity myself sounds exhausting

28. What type of music do you like?

ah yes my two favorite genres, haikyuu ost and lemon demon

but in general my music taste is a bit of everything i think. i dont vibe with everything but i do vibe with a lot

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

i have no idea what this means and im too scared to google

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

a single pillow

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

no idea

32. How big is your house?

its just an apartment and theres like. two rooms, kitchen, and a bathroom. so. not that big i guess but not the smallest either kgjdfnkgd

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

sandwichesssssss

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

nah

35. Have you ever tried archery?

when i was in middle school my friend and i would pick up sticks and make bows out of them and use other sticks as arrows and it was really cool

36. Favorite clean word?

love

37. Favorite swear word?

shit

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

about 48 hours

39. Do you have any scars?

if you count 1 or 2 scars from chickenpox then i guess

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

gdnkfgdfgdf i guess you could say that

41. Are you a good liar?

apparently no kgjdfkjgndfkg

42. Are you a good judge of character?

nope!

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

i can do a ukrainian accent i guess and also say some words with a british accent but thats it i think

44. Do you have a strong accent?

i dont think so

45. What is your favorite accent?

i love languages ok every accent is so fascinating to study 

46. What is your personality type?

infp-t i think

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

i dont think i have any expensive clothes, theyre mostly second hand kgjdnfkgd

48. Can you curl your tongue?

i guess??

50. Left or right handed?

rightie

51. Are you scared of spiders?

i like observing them from a safe distance but i dont particularly enjoy being close to them

52. Favorite food?

fried chicken,,

53. Favorite foreign food?

i like ramen but im not sure if the one i tried was a real one or not

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

it depends! 

55. Most used phrases?

quotes from songs

56. Most used word?

love

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

QUITE A WHILE KDNDKDBDN

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

i dont eat lollipops gkjdfngkjdf

60. Do you talk to yourself?

yeah a lot

61. Do you sing to yourself?

yeah a lot kjdkdndks

62. Are you a good singer?

people say that yes

63. Biggest Fear?

losing my friends 

64. Are you a gossip?

nah

66. Do you like long or short hair?

cutting my hair real short,,,,, my biggest most unattainable dream 😔😔😔

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

i am. not american ksnkdnddk

68. Favorite school subject?

math 

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introvert 

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

never

71. What makes you nervous?

everything 

72. Are you scared of the dark?

yeah

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

i used to but not anymore

74. Are you ticklish?

y yeah why are you asking 

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

nah

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

i was my class representative in middle school but nobody ever listened to what i say and i didn't really say anything and i was only doing it because nobody else wanted to and our teacher thought im very responsible so this probably doesn't count

77. Have you ever drank underage?

yeah but only with my family and ive never gotten drunk

78. Have you ever done drugs?

no

79. Who was your first real crush?

haha let's just say they didn't like me back

80. How many piercings do you have?

just my ears and i regret it

81. Can you roll your Rs?

yeah man im slavic kdndkdn

82. How fast can you type?

real fast

83. How fast can you run?

not real fast 😔

84. What color is your hair?

dark brown

85. What color are your eyes?

dark green

86. What are you allergic to?

idk i used to have some allergies i don't have anymore and i know im still allergic to something but idk what it is

87. Do you keep a journal?

i used to! but it got too exhausting and time consuming 

89. Do you like your age?

not really 

90. What makes you angry?

injustice 

91. Do you like your own name?

yeah willy is a good name :)

94. What are you strengths?

i think im a good listener 

95. What are your weaknesses?

do you want in alphabetical order or

96. How did you get your name?

from jay :)) (thank u Jay) 

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

i doubt it

100. Color of your room?

white kdbdkdb

[champagnewishes]

okay so i woke up today and it was kinda cold and gloomy and my playlist started playing all these sad songs so here is the product of that

City Lights (standrew ny au)

on the second week in his new home in new york, steven begins to feel a yearning.

steven tells himself he is only acclimating to the changes in his surroundings

new york, while just as lively and noisy as los angeles, is different. the vibe is different. the streets are different. the pace is different… the people are different

it is not because he does not see andrew every morning he goes to the office. it is not. it is not.

it is only natural to feel homesick, he tells himself every morning. in time, new york will be home to me and LA will be a nostalgia

he ignores the tiny part of his brain that tells him it is not LA he feels homesick for

-

it is easy to feign comfort and ignorance to what he is feeling during the day

in the day, he goes to the office, laughs and jokes with people from buzzfeed new york, edits, brainstorms, writes ideas, and buzzes around

in the day, there is enough to forget the gaping hole in his chest, eating itself in its longing, its sadness, reaching, reaching for–

steven shuts down the thought, refuses to think any further, and begins a conversation with his desk mate

it is at night that the aching feeling in his soul widens, explodes and covers every corner of his new apartment

there is not enough at night for steven to try and forget

at night, steven can’t find the strength to ignore the gaping hole, to turn his back on the aching and steadily keeps his eyes and thoughts away from the feeling of wanting something miles and miles away

instead, every night, steven foolishly attempts to fix the void, the emptiness, the hurt

he picks up the broken pieces of his chest and overturns every sharp memory, every moment cherished and treasured

then he regrets. maybe if he hadn’t invited adam to help him with the show. maybe if he hadn’t accepted andrew as his cohost after keith left. maybe if he hadn’t desired to get so close. maybe if he hadn’t stupidly fallen in love. maybe if he hadn’t entertained the impossible thought of them together. maybe maybe maybe

and every night, the feeling gets worse until he is on the floor of his too empty home, the noise of the city barely a distant sound, and he is gasping, gasping

i don’t want to love you. i don’t want to love you anymore. he begs hopelessly, even as he thinks of andrew with his boyish features and eyes that remind him of the earth (sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes dark, sometimes light)

and because steven is a masochist, he remembers all their interactions and thinks of all their laughter, of eyes meeting, of too long pauses, of tension cut by adam clearing his throat, of quickly looking away, pretending nothing happened

some nights, he pretends he is not in love. whispers i dont love him. i dont love andrew. new york is a place of opportunity. i am not running away. to the darkness of his room

steven knows he is lying, can’t forget that he is pretending

-

“are you really leaving?” a quiet question. a hand brushing blonde hair back. andrew’s eyes are locked to the side of steven. there is an air of almost–

“yes” he answers just as quietly, committing the image of his cohost to memory

(he doesn’t know why he does that when the mere memory of the blonde man pains him till his hands are on his face, and he is pressing fists to his eyes, willing images and tears to go away. love should not hurt. not like this.)

andrew opens his mouth and–

‘ask me to stay please. please. ask me to stay.’ he thinks desperately

“good luck, steven” andrew says, a fond smile on his face– and steven falls and shatters all at once

he smiles back, even as he feels his heart break and sink at the same time, he smiles back

-

at night, steven remembers this interaction the most vividly, recalls every movement and every tone, searches for things he isn’t sure are there

at night, steven falls asleep, phone in his hand and andrew’s contact on the screen

he never sends any texts or messages but every night, he considers.

-

he does not dream of anything

-

in the morning, there is enough for steven to pretend

all right that’s all for now folks! i meant to write this as an actual fic but i got lazy so idk maybe someday i’ll write it but this is basically the gist of it in messy point form mobile writing

[paradox-oflife]

tagged by @lememecollector

Get to know me uncomfortably well tag: long post warning

1. What is your middle name? It’s Chinese lmao but if you can read it -> 語寧

2. When is your birthday? December 5th

3. What is your zodiac sign? Sagittarius :3

4. What is your favorite color? Red

5. What’s your lucky number? 12 or 7. These numbers just seem to pop up in my life a lot.

6. Do you have any pets? A very old, old golden retriever. I mean, he’s still healthy, he’s just reaaaal old.

7. Where are you from? Born in Northern California, lived in New Zealand for a chunk of my childhood, but I moved back in like elementary school

8. How tall are you?  153 cm, 5′0 feet tall that's right im a midget square up

9. What shoe size are you? 8.5 or maybe 9 depending on shoe brand

10. How many pairs of shoes do you own? like 4. sneakers, flip flops, semi-formal, and formal shoes

11. What was your last dream about? I have the most vivid and bizarre dreams. Last night, I had a dream about me eating at a restaurant with me friends. And I looked up to the night sky and I could see like, the universe in all its colors and glory. It was beautiful. Also there was something about cocaine??

12. What talents do you have? uuuuh I can play a couple of instruments. piano/cello/ukulele/bass

13. Are you psychic in anyway? define psychic. otherwise not really.

14. Favorite song? Read My Mind by the Killers. Or All These Things That I’ve Done by the Killers.

15. Favorite album? It’s so hard to choose. Top 3 in no particular order: Continuum by John Mayer, Sawdust by the Killers, Bury Me at Makeout Creek by Mitski

16. Favorite movie? Spirited Away. Or maybe Kiki’s Delivery Service. Or Akira.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who just vibes with me yknow. I can just talk for hours with them.

18. Do you want children? Mm. Not in the near future I guess. If I do, I’d have 2. Because it’s always great to have a sibling.

19. Do you want a church wedding? Yeah. But I don’t like having a really big wedding. I like being low-key.

20. Are you religious? Yeah. I was born and raised Christian. Non denominational, but I guess the closest would be Oneness Pentecostalism? Anyways religion is one of the few things I actually take pretty seriously.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? One time, and it was for stitches. Dumb story.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? No, I will literally get an anxiety attack if I hear police sirens when I'm in the car. I pray that I don't.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Nah. Would be cool but idk how i’d react.

24. Baths or showers? Showers, but if I’m feeling it, a bath would never hurt.

25. What color socks are you wearing? Not wearing socks rn B). (also why do Americans not go barefoot more often lol. Its considered normal in NZ)

26. Have you ever been famous? No. I guess it’d be cool to be semi-famous. Like those small youtubers with a thousand subscribers. But I could never handle the pressure.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Noooo hell no

28. What type of music do you like? Alternative/indie rock

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? LMAO no, and never will. It looks so uncomfortable when you get out. Like... what if there’s bacteria in the water or something.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two to three

31. What position do you usually sleep in? Honestly I have a hard time falling asleep so im always too tired to really remember

32. How big is your house? My parents house. Pretty decent sized. Average two story American house. Well, im only here until the pandemic is over bc college lol

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal or bread.

34. Have you ever fired a gun? The only gun I've ever fired was a nerf gun

35. Have you ever tried archery? No. Never really had a chance.

36. Favorite clean word? Mm... I use chur a lot irl. Then I found out its nz slang and no one actually knows what it means in the states lmao.

37. Favorite curse word? Ah... I don't actually swear that much. Maybe like shit? idk

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? like 18 hours. sorry but I am one hell of a sleeper

39. Do you have any scars? one. very small, hardly noticeable on my cheek.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Well it wouldn’t really be secret if I knew about it right?? lol. I’ve had three. Two were boys in elementary school, and one was a girl in 10th grade. It was awkward bc im straight but. yeah.

41. Are you a good liar? Im a pretty down to earth person. So I don't lie a lot. But id say im alright.

42. Are you a good judge of character? For the most part, yeah.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I can do the southern USA accent, like the cowboy movies lol. The surfer accent, “duuuude”, like the turtle from Nemo. Im pretty bad at the Scottish accent. I can do a received pronunciation British accent, which is the standard accent you hear on tv. I can do Australian pretty well. And of course, my original accent, the kiwi accent. The standard one and the Maori one.

44. Do you have a strong accent? Eh. Not really. Sounds pretty American if I’m speaking slowly. But when I’m relaxed or talking fast, people tell me I sound kind of British. So I guess I have some weird combo of nz/american

45. What is your favorite accent? Australian is my favorite in general. But I love listening to thick Scottish accents. They’re so funny idk why

46. What is your personality type? INFP-T

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? A dress for wedding

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yup.

49. Favorite book? Aw man there’s so many. Fahrenheit 451 is always fun to reread

50. Left or right handed? Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders? um YES

52. Favorite food? my dad’s fried rice hits the spot like no other. I also like green onion pancakes

53. Favorite foreign food? The three colored egg thing idk what its called in English?

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Probably more on the messy side, but I try!

55. Most used phrased? thick kiwi accent: “Oh, chur bro!” or “chur cuzzy!”

56. Most used word? Honestly it’s probably something like dude or bro

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Maybe 20-30 min on an average day

58. Do you have much of an ego? I try not to, id like to say im pretty humble when it comes to things. maybe too much.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck, but when im bored I CRONCH

60. Do you talk to yourself? Sometimes, usually if its im trying to remind myself of something

61. Do you sing to yourself? In the car usually, but its soft humming most of the time.

62. Are you a good singer? I mean, the most I can do is be on pitch. Nothing ordinary. I whistle like 24/7 in public tho

63. Biggest fear? Externally, probably needles. Internally? My friends are only pretending to like me

64. Are you a gossip? I don’t spread gossip but I listen to it sometimes. Actually, when it comes to the whole beauty community on youtube, I listen to a lot of it.

66. Can you dance? NOPE

67. Can you name all 50 states? Yup

68. Favorite school subject? For me it was orchestra and literature

69. Extrovert or introvert? according to the Myers briggs test im 78% introverted

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No and it makes me nervous

71. What makes you nervous? Everything. Anxiety :)

72. Are you scared of the dark? Nah. I live in a suburban area so nothing really happens, but if I’m out in a major city no thanks

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends how big. If it’s like a typo or something, I don't really care. If it’s something major then I’ll try to correct them

74. Are you ticklish? I used to be. But if you taser tickle me I will scream, or if you squeeze my thigh.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? No

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Eh ive been the leader of a club before. That’s it.

77. Have you ever drank underage? No!! Dont drink too much when you’re a minor it hurts ur brain :(

78. Have you ever done drugs? No

79. Who was your first real crush? lmao I had one in like 3rd grade but that was a long time ago.

80. How many piercings do you have? I got ear piercings when I was like 8 but I didn't do anything with them and the hole closed lol

81. Can you roll your R’s? Yes

82. How fast can you type? Accurately? around 88 bpm. As fast as I can? more like 120.

83. How fast can you run? I was always more of a explosive runner. But I pretty much sucked at long distance runs. I think my best mile time was like 8:38??

84. What color is your hair? I believe its black/dark brown. can't be sure. im colorblind

85. What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

[beer-and-breakdowns]

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Thanks for the asks, Anon <3

• 1. have you ever been in love?

Yesss, it sucked lol

• 2. who is your favorite artist?

Honestly not a HUGE art lover, maybe Andres Serrano for his creative and bizarre works like “Piss Christ” and the cover art for Metallica’s Load and ReLoad albums! 

• 3. what is your favorite music genre?

Heavy Metal as a whole, Modern Metalcore as a subgenre at the minute

• 4. have you ever had a penpal?

Yes! :)

• 5. are you single or in a relationship?

Single as FUCK yo

• 6. what color are your eyes?

Brown

• 7. what is your favorite word?

Honestly, probably ‘fuck’.  So many uses and meanings.

• 8. do you play any instruments?

I play the guitar! 

• 9. what is your favorite color?

Black (Unless you’re one of those that say that Black is a ‘shade’ and not a colour, in which case, probably a specific shade of red maybe?)

• 10. do you have any nicknames?

Nah, not really!  Wish I did tho, lmaoo

• 11. what is your favorite flower?

Probably a rose, not to be too generic, they’re just cool aren’t they!

• 12. what qualities do you find attractive in a person?

Chilled out and relaxed, kind hearted, whatever the opposite to pettiness is, funny, just don’t be an asshole really

• 13. do you have any pets?

Nope, but I used to have a cool-ass catto.  

• 14. have you ever travelled outside of your home country?

Yus, been lucky enough to have been to Rome, Paris, Florida, Mallorca among other places! <3

• 15. what language(s) do you speak?

English, wish I could speak more but languages are hard, yo

• 16. who was your first crush?

I can’t remember tbh, I just remember starting to get crushes on girls like, quite early on tbh, lmaooo

• 17. do you wear glasses?

Nope

• 18. what is your favorite pastry?

Probably puff, maybe?  Honestly not a question I’ve ever actually thought about before, but pastry is good lol

• 19. do you prefer swimming in a pool or in the ocean?

I prefer the vibes and aesthetic of the ocean, but idk, I’d probably be more inclined to say I prefer actually swimming in pools

• 20. bright, dark, or pastel colors?

DARK PLS (although bright are cool too)

• 21. what is your favorite social media app?

Tumblr and Instagram, and don’t make me choose between the two!!

• 22. what is your sexuality?

Straight

• 23. do you have any siblings?

Nopee

• 24. what is your favorite scent?

Maybe, the smell of rain in the air, OR, the musk of an old rotting building, IDK I’M NOT WEIRD YOU ARE

• 25. where do you want to travel to?

I wanna do a road trip of the USA one day, would also love to visit Canada and a lot of Europe, basically wanna travel the world tbh, lmaoo

• 26. what is your favorite film?

Hard Question... very hard question... depends what mood I’m in, but probably Pulp Fiction

• 27. who do people say you look like? (celebrity/family member)

My mum, mostly, but very occasionally my dad

• 28. who is your best friend?

I have a few, I have people I would consider my brothers and sisters so them probably! <3

• 29. what is your dream job?

PLAYING MUSIC FOR A LIVING IN FRONT OF A LIVE AUDIENCE, YESPLEASEYESPLEASEYESPLEASE, let me dream okay

• 30. do you know how to drive?

Yus, although I havent done it in a year, so maybe not anymore lmaoo

• 31. who is/was your favorite teacher?

My A-level psychology teacher.  What an actual angel and blessing she actually was, I miss her dearly <3

• 32. are you a feminist?

Yes, going by the true definition.  I want complete equality for all no matter who you are inside or out.

• 33. what is your zodiac sign?

Libra!

• 34. do you enjoy reading?

Honestly, no:(  I’ve never gotten into it, rip

• 35. do you have any hidden talents?

I dont think so?  I’m getting better at scream vocals, and it’s something I never display to anyone, but I’m still shit so no, lol

• 36. have you ever dyed your hair?

Nopee

• 37. what is your favorite thing in your bedroom?

My bed lmaoo.  Nah, maybe my guitar set up or my CD collection... or my bed

• 38. what is your biggest fear?

I’m not too sure.  I dont have any actual phobias, as such.  But losing people close to me scares the fuck out of me, as does any foreign bodies piercing my skin and being inside of my body be it a knife, a piece of scrap metal or even a medical syringe, lol, GET IT OUT, ITS NOT MEANT TO BE THERE.

• 39. can you whistle?

Yes, weirdly, I whistles literally a second before reading this questions what the hell, im shook

• 40. do you make your bed every day?

Kinda, I dont leave it messy, I arrange my pillows a bit and put my duvet on semi-properly but I dont do an immaculate job by any means lol

• 41. do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?

Nope but I HECKA want a tattoo and have for like almost 2 years now lmao

• 42. have you ever been on a roller coaster?

Yes, omgg, they used to scare me so much but I love them now

• 43. surfing or skateboarding?

Skating, 1000000%

• 44. are you a dog or a cat person?

I ADORE both to pieces, but because I had a cat, I’m inclined to say I’m slightly more a cat person, oops

• 45. what is your favorite animal?

OOOOH, uhhhh, I think maybe either a fox, a tiger or a wolf maybe?  Unless dinosaurs count in which case, always dinosaurs.

• 46. do you have a skincare routine?

No, but I should, lol

• 47. what time do you typically go to bed at and what time do you wake up at?

Stupid o’ clock, oops.  I cant remember the last time I fell asleep before 2am tbh, and I always try and wake up at like at least 10am but it rarely works, IM NOT LAZY I JUST SLEEP LATE IS SWEAR

• 48. what is your favorite memory?

I think maybe being in Florida with my parents the last time, maybe around 2012/14 something around then, that was fun and I miss those days

• 49. how tall are you?

I’m around 5″11 ish

• 50. what is the best gift you’ve ever received?

Probably a holiday away, OR, my ticket to Download 2018

• 51. do you have a garden?

Yus, but its a tip right now

• 52. do you like bugs?

I dont like them but they do fascinate me a little

• 53. what is your natural hair color?

VERY dark brown

• 54. what is your favorite food and drink?

Favourite food HAS to be Indian food, favourite drink would probably be fruit cider maybe?  But not Strongbow dark fruits, that’s easily the worst fruit cider, GROSS.  And no I’m not an alcoholic, but soft drinks and water are just boring at this point lol

• 55. do you want kids?

Yes, but not until I’m like in my 30s and have a stable career and life and I’ve spent my 20s enjoying life and having money to spend on me and not a little puke/shit/pee ball

• 56. what is/was your favorite class?

Probably either GCSE music or A Level psychology.

• 57. what color shirt are you wearing?

Black, duh

• 58. if you could time travel, what year would you go to and why?

Any point in the 60s, 70s 80s and 90s so I can experience each decade that I’m fascinated by. 

• 59. what is your skin color?

I’m a pasty white boy, BUT, going to Download this summer I did get a sweet-ass tan which has never happened to me before, lmaoo

• 60. hugs or kisses?

Kisses, but hugs are also phenomenal <3

• 61. have you ever drank alcohol?

Yes, lol

• 62. have you ever done drugs?

Nah

• 63. netflix or youtube?

YouTube, netflix is overrated, RIP

• 64. ice cream or frozen yogurt?

Ice cream 200% 

• 65. succulents or flowers?

Probably flowers!

THIS WAS FUN, THANKS ANON!! <3

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Third Draft

1  SCENE 1 1 EXT. WHIMSICAL GARDEN

       Alternate universe where sentient food groups co exist in        their own world unconnected to the human world. Focus on a        whimsical vegetable garden home to a variety of friendly        veggies doing their daily business of hanging on their roots        and having a good time absorbing sunlight and water.

2  SCENE 2 2 EXT. UNDERGROUND THE SOIL

       The earth under them tremors. Veggies are panicked and start        dropping off their stems / digging themselves out of the        soil.

       A build up of hot chilli marinade erupts from underground.        Vegetables everywhere are burned and stewed in a hot sticky        messy delicious death.

       Chaos everywhere as several veggies try to avoid the molten        hot flow of marinade by climbing onto tree trunks and        decorative garden ornaments (which to the veg are        furniture/houses for their humble garden).

       Focus on a Brussel Sprout. He is a small sprout with green        outer body and vine like tentacles as feet. He hangs by his        vines above an oak tree.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                       (Shouting at the surrounding                       area)

                 Steve! Over here!

       He reaches his hand out for a corn on a cob stranded inside        a gardening bucket. RUSSELL reaches for the cob and saves        him from death.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  Are you okay?

       The corn on the cob looks around in confusion. He looks        panicked and struggles to get up. He is a ripe cob with a        vivid green husk surrounding his body. They act as arms

                           STEVE CORNELL                  Why is this happening?!

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  I dont know...

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 2.

       They stare at the disaster that befalls them. Corpses of        vegetables float in the hot marinade. They see friends and        family crying out helplessly as they stew in the molten        sauce.

       The two characters mull over what to do next.

Meanwhile... 3 SCENE 3 3

       EXT. WEST SIDE OF GARDEN. PLANT LIFE UNDERWATER (SAUCE)

       A slim leek takes shelter in a plant pot floating in the        wreckage. Her leaves attached on her head in a plumed        fashion.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (Shouts)

Help!

       She floats along towards RUSSELL and STEVE waving her        plumage vigorously trying to catch their attention.

                           STEVE CORNELL                  It’s Leeky!

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (face of wonder)

                 I thought I was the only one left!

                           STEVE CORNELL                  Try and wiggle the pot over here!

                 We’ll get you out...

       RUSSELL examines the landscape. He screams at the distance        to hear if anyone else is still alive.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                       (Thinking inside his head)

No hope.

       In the distance a slight high pitched scream could be heard.        RUSSELL and gang looks around in confusion.

       A stem of 4 baby tomatoes plump and ripe are stranded atop a        tree.

                           TOMAY BRO’S                       (screams for help in unison)

HELP US!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

       Russell and gang all grab twigs with leaves on them and use        them as oars. They jump into the plant pot Leeky was in        before and start rowing towards the baby tomatoes.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  Jump in children!

       The TOMAY BRO’S scared, almost slip into the sea of marinade        but at the last second STEVE yanks his husk leaf out and        grab them by the stem.

       The TOMAY BRO’S start crying from shock and fear. The group        float slowly with the current as they contemplate the        disaster that plagued their homes.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  You kids alright?

                           TOMAY BRO’S                  *exhale loudly*

       RUSSELL pans around to look for land. He spots where the        possible eruption came from by judging the current of the        marinade sea and concludes that it has to have come from the        opposite way the current is flowing out from.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                       (Sternly)

                 Go north. We have to leave this                  place behind.

       RUSSELL spots nearby land and they row their plant pot        towards it.

4 SCENE 4 4 EXT. THE WOODS

       Wooded area has a humid temperature in the air with patches        of steam coming from the ground. The trees in these woods        feel cooked and slightly dead.

       The baby tomatoes are wrapped on top of Steve Cornell        reminiscent of a dad piggybacking his children.

                           STEVE CORNELL                       (nostalgic and gloomy)

                 I miss my baby corn, he was only 3                  days old... I miss carrying him                  over my husk...

       The TOMAY BRO’S wrap their stem around him a little tighter        as a sign of sympathy.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

4.

                           TOMAY BRO’S                  We miss momma. And our 38 other

                 brother and sisters.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                  I just want to know what happened

                 back there. I feel like it just                  came out of nowhere.

       LEEKY steps on something gooey similar to what was in the        marinade and begins to scream.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (Tearing up)

It burns!

       A patch of LEEKY’S skin discolours to a reddish hue and        feels soft to the touch.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  Here let me.

       RUSSELL rubs a crunched up mint leaf from a bush nearby to        soothe the burning sensation.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (Coyly)

Thank you...

       The gang keep on marching along the woods until they start        feeling the rise in temperature. Through more woods a town        of sorts is discovered in the distance. They march towards        it.

5 SCENE 5 5 EXT. MEATVILLE

       They enter the town cautiously. "Welcome to Meatville" a        sign says in big letters and on a rusted billboard.

       There is a hellish vibe to this place. They walk past        monitors on walls with propaganda about marinating and the        importance of flavour. There are horrific images of herbs        and spices being slathered onto barbeque meat which the        group find questionably freaky.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                  This place, I don’t get a good vibe

                 about it...        The town is littered in meat related sentient beings.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 5.

As they march deeper into the town, the passers by look at them in disgust and whisper among each other. Pork sirloins whisper to each other, burger patties share looks of amusement and snigger amongst themselves, the veggies are feeling very victimised at this point.

A burger patty in the distance could be heard shouting ’OIL-LESS SCUM! GET OUTTA HERE!’

They continue to walk peacefully but someone in a crowd hits them with a bottle of vegetable oil.

         "FUCK THE GREENS!"

                   RUSSELL CROUT          WHO SAID THAT! SAY IT TO MY FACE

YOU COWARD!

They walk even deeper into Meatville. A t-bone steak trips up LEEKY.

LEEKY LOHAN

Hey!

                   T-BONEY          Your type are not welcome here.

Greeny!

                   RUSSELL CROUT          Leave her alone!

RUSSELL charges and flings himself toward the T-bone steak. He hits the T-bone steak but the steak bats him away a side street corner.

The meat crowd all laugh as the rest of the veg run to Russell’s aid. They help RUSSELL up. The TOMAY BRO’s hear something from a building on the side street and they call them over to see what it is. They all climb on top of one another and peek into the window of a factory.

                   STEVE CORNELL               (Exasperated gasp)

What they see inside makes them gag. The same hot liquid that killed their friends and family have been collected and put into jars labelled "Mixed Veg Marinade and Stock".

                   LEEKY LOHAN          Those are our families in those

         jars! What the fuck is this          backwards place!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 6.

Confused and upset, a group of Swedish Meatballs corner them. The leader of this gang is the biggest ball of all of them. He has greasy pores and has slight steam clouds coming from his mouth.

                   MEATBALL LEADER          Welcome to Meatville, you may stay,

         but only if its diced up and made          to serve us!

                   RUSSELL CROUT          We are just passing by, trust me

         this is the last place we’d ever          want to be. We’ll be on our way.

The baby tomatoes shudder and hide behind Steve Cornell. Leeky steps behind Russell.

                   MEATBALL LEADER          Not before we grind you up and

         harvest your juicy insides!

The meatballs start circling around the veggies and get ready to attack.

                   STEVE CORNELL               (whispers to the rest of the               veg)

What do we do?

                   RUSSELL CROUT          Me and Leeky will distract them.

         We’ll find you just keep going          north.

Steve and the Tomay brothers run for safety. Russell and Leeky diverts the meatball gang into a complex street chase.

EXT. FOUNTAIN OF MEAT STOCK

Steve and the Tomay brothers are in hiding behind a dumpster. Russell and Leeky finally arrive looking beat and tired.

                   STEVE CORNELL          Are you guys alright? How did you

lose them?

                   LEEKY LOHAN               (In a sneaky voice)

         Lets just say I have good batting          skills...

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

7.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  Alright let’s get out of this piece

                 of shit town...

6 SCENE 6 EXT. WOODED AREA / A CAVE ENTRANCE The baby tomatoes notice something about the group.

                           TOMAY BRO’S                       (nods at their skin)

Guys, look.

       Everyone looks at their skin. It is loose and starting to        look discoloured.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (Screaming in horror)

                 AHHH! My beautiful skin!        Leeky’s once pale mint skin has patches of bruised brown.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  Yeah same here.. We dont have long

left.

       A dark cave entrance lies in front of them. They ponder        whether to go in or not.

                           STEVE CORNELL                  Let’s just keep going.

6

7 SCENE 7 7

       INT. INSIDE CAVE. DARK INSIDE. HEWS OF COLOUR BOUNCING OFF        THE WALLS.

       They venture further into the cave.

                           TOMAY BRO’S                  Woooow, this place is pretty, maybe

                 we can root in here?

                           STEVE CORNELL                  Not in here babies, we need

                 sunlight to thrive. It may be                  pretty but its not the home we are                  looking for.

                           TOMAY BRO’S                  Well, when we grow up we want to

                 live on a nice place like this.                            (MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

8.

                   TOMAY BRO’S (cont’d)          Somewhere with a view and with you

         guys there too.

                   STEVE CORNELL          Don’t fret, we will soon be living

         in paradise... Some time later, they hear shuffling from above.

                   LEEKY LOHAN          What was that?

                   RUSSELL CROUT          Let’s move along swiftly, I’m not

         getting good vibes from this place.

The shuffling noise gets louder. The four of them form a circle to cover all points of view.

*SKYYYAAAAAAAHHHHRGH*

A loud screech echoes in the cave. A giant winged fruit monster appears out of nowhere. It targets the group.

                   RUSSELL CROUT               (Shouts out to the group)

RUN!

The fruit monster gives chase. It closes in on the baby tomatoes. Steve grabs them and puts them on his shoulders/head as they were struggling to run by themselves.

                   STEVE CORNELL               (Shouts at the TOMAY BRO’S)

Hop on!

                   TOMAY BRO’S               (Out of breath, pants heavily)

The group keeps on running through obstacles in their way such as rocks, boulders, puddles on the floor and the darkness of the cave.

The fruit monster closes in on the baby tomatoes and manages to tear two of them off the stem!

The group stops and looks back in disbelief as the monster munches on the two baby tomatoes in the air.

A rage builds up within STEVE and he sends out a war cry so loud it shakes the cave. He spins in the air and pelts the beast with bullet speed corn kernels.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 9.

       *SKYAHHhHH*        The beast lets go of the remains of the two baby tomatoes.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  LEEKY! IN FORMATION.

       LEEKY with tears in her eyes positions herself.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (screams)

ARRRGHHHH!

       RUSSELL bounces and launches himself in the air as LEEKY        uses herself as a bat and shoots him at the monster like a        baseball. The impact of the hit pierces the beast clean        through and it falls on the floor dead.

       They run over to the remnants of the two baby tomatoes.

                           TOMAY BRO’S                       (holding back tears)

                 Br.. Broth..                       (crying)

       The gang cover their corpse in dirt like a burial and walk        on in a sombre mood towards the exit of the cave.

8 SCENE 8 8 EXT. OUTSIDE THE CAVE

       After that fight the group look even more rotten than        before. They narrowly escaped with their lives.

                           STEVE CORNELL                  Nothings worked out so far. All my

                 kernels are gone. I’m beat.        The Tomay Bro’s march on with their heads down.

       Leeky runs over and looks at her reflection in a nearby        river and see’s her leaves have gotten torn and bruised.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                       (Sighs)

       Suddenly, Russell realises something.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                       (He exclaims and wraps his                       vines around Leeky’s face)

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

10.

                           RUSSELL CROUT (cont’d)                  Guys! GUYS! There’s a running

                 source of water here! We just need                  to follow it.

                           LEEKY LOHAN                  Over there!

       Leeky notices a big floating piece of palm leaf.

       Excitedly, they board the leaf like a boat and float down        the river towards the sun.

9  SCENE 9 9 EXT. ON THE LEAFBOAT

       As they journey towards the sunset, they occasionally dip        their roots in water. Overtime they fall asleep...

10  SCENE 10 10 EXT. ON THE RIVERBANK AT DUSK

       The characters all wake up slowly to a surprise.

                           RUSSELL CROUT                  Everyone, wake up, we’re home!

       The garden that lies upon them is glowing with life. They        step off the leafboat in awe and walk towards their new home        full of new possibilities.

THE END