#fren is going through it LOL

[mechamausoleum]

Watching my dash turn into @grimaldiapologist descending into madness. What a beautiful world we live in

[moralesluvr]

Maneater!reader x hobie, they r dating but he can’t help but listen to their old ex stories and realizes they actually turn guys stupid and obsessive. He likes it i just know it

dirty dark obsession ft. hobie brown

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x maneater!fem!black!reader ♡ summary: hobie listens to your old crazy ex stories lol ♡ warnings: two teeny swears, reader being sexy, hobie being obsessed w said sexy reader (thats u fren!) ♡ a/n: thank you for your request! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

"...AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW, he wouldn't stop calling or texting me." You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend, sticking your pointy red acrylics into a grape and popping it into your mouth. Hobie looks at you with wide eyes, laughing, "That's embarrassin'. 'Specially because you told him you were done, no?"

"Oh yeah," you nodded as you walked around your bedroom, looking for something to wear. You (more like just you because you took forever to get ready) and Hobie were getting ready for your date that was in an hour or so. You rummaged through your closet, picking up a tight black dress. You slid out of your pajama shorts, "And then there was this one guy who I used to date...we weren't even in a relationship, we would jus' go out on dates for fun. Anyway, he used to send me flowers and teddy bears 'n stuff even after I had called things off. It was so weird. I could only get him to go away by tellin' him I was pregnant."

The last part makes your boyfriend laugh. He's laying on your bed playing with some of your stuffed animals and decorations, "Pregnant? Where the hell were you findin' these people?"

You wrap your arms across each other and remove your cropped sleeping shirt, throwing it into the hamper beside you. Slipping the dress underneath you and up your legs, you shrug, "They 'jus came to me, to be honest. Although at one point, there was a girl that was friends with my friend, and would magically 'show up' at all my parties I threw. I never even knew her name."

As you slip the dress on, admiring yourself in the mirror and adjusting it to your liking, you see Hobie's big hands meet your waist in your reflection. You look up at him with a loving grin, "Whatcha' doing, Bee?"

"Nothin', you're just so badass, y'know? My girl's got people fallin' for her left and right."

You chuckle at his statement as you run your hands over your curves, your hands meeting his. You turn around and meet eyes with your lover, his hands moving from your waist to your bum. He gives it a squeeze, "So pretty. You've got me absolutely smitten."

"Would you send me gifts and show up randomly at my parties to show how absolutely smitten you are?" You mocked, your tongue poking through your teeth teasingly. Hobie nods,

"Oh no, definitely."

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🕷️: @queenesther996 //@sukunas-slutty-bitch // @c3f21 // @wydney // @rinnyisnothere // @brieryann // @moisttowllet // @Dee-m-cee

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🎸: @lipstickstainedshells // @Dee-m-cee // @euphorichappiness10

[drawlody]

🔔: Hi hiiiii here an art collab with my fren (⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠) ❄️: Two awesome ppl collaborating yaa!1!! . 🔔= me lol // drawlody188 (insta acc) ❄️=  @terwinsn0w // terwin_snow

. 🔔:I saw this thing going around where u draw a sketch than switch it with someone and wanna try it out :D

❄️: im that lucky someone y'all! This was very fun, n chalenging since I myself barely draw backgrounds in my artworks lol

🔔: ya draw Marcy so well lol, looking like the show itself:000 glad I got to render your sketch since my full render haven't look this good in a while

❄️: HEHSHDHAHE THHAKYOUU SM, U DID SO WELL WITH THE RENDERING- IT LOOKED SO PRETTYY, I also RLLY LOVE how you make Simon looked so BBG WITH THAT OUTFIT CHOICE, figuring out your sketch n drawing them lineart with your style was rlly fun aswell (I adore ur artstyle sm dhsjdjwjjei)

🔔:hehehe glad u can see through my messy-ass sketch and make it work ya(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). We have some issues with lighting n the 2 don't look like they in the same room but I think we manage. Probably. Hopefully¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠

❄️: shhhh- idk wht r u talking abt- they are TOTALLY in the same room...

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HIII BFFF!!!🤗🤗 i hope u are well!!!

sorry for not being active 😣😣 a gal has been booked and BUSY. but hopefully i’ll have some more free time soon 🙏🙏

i was going to write something like this… howeverrrr i have a lot of ideas already & i think you can do a really good job with this!!!

but basically you can pick either josh or tyler & the reader is a pop rock kinda artist & tyler/josh have always admired her from afar. so they invite the reader to open for them on tour. there’s some romantic tension & reader plays a song dedicated to tyler/josh & the fans r all 😮😮😮

something like that!!!! you can do whatever with it, i think there’s a lot of directions you can take this:3

p.s how are you feeling abt getting a LIVE ALBUM… still in shock.

Smithereens - Tyler Joseph x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Nothing hehe

Word Count: 3648 - pretty sure this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here :)

A/N: OH MA GAWD THIS WAS FUN AF FREN... this is so freaking cute I can't even deal with it! I'm in massive shock at the fact we're getting a live album btw my show isn't even until November and things just keep getting better and better with the tour lol I can't believe we're getting some of the transitions like natn to hds like WHAT THE WOW oh and the possibility of hometown x slowtown (um slowtown on streaming???? Tyler the man u ur–and josh bc ily). I cannot wait. oh and heathens into next semester... I'm so excited bc the setlist is so good it's gonna rock and be on repeat forever. Anyways, enough rambling onto the amazing fic I am incredibly proud of! 😁

“What!” I barked into my phone, rubbing my eyes until my vision went from blurry to clear. It had been a crazy night before, staying up late partying with my friends before falling to sleep at 3am. What had woken me up was a series of buzzing noises from my phone, buzz after buzz after buzz until it started ringing. 

“Y/N? It’s Mary.” Shit. My manager. 

“Oh! Sorry! It was a hectic night,” I laughed, running a hand through my hair. 

Her laugh echoed through the speakers of my phone. “So I’ve heard. It’s all over social media.” I shook my head, knowing exactly who had posted what to their thousands of followers. 

“What’s up?” I asked, flopping down onto my perfectly plump pillows. 

“I’ve booked you a tour!” I could tell she was ecstatic, even more so that I was. We’d been hoping to book a tour for the last year and a half and finally we’d done it. It was hard trying to find bands or musicians who were open to having newer and alternative artists open for them–especially someone whose genre is somewhat all over the place. 

“What?” I shot up in bed, wide awake now, the sleepiness immediately replaced by a rush of excitement and nerves. “With who?”

Mary hesitated for a moment, letting the anticipation build. “Well... how do you feel about opening for Twenty One Pilots?”

My heart practically leapt out of my chest. Twenty One Pilots? As in Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph? I’d always admired them, like... from afar. Sure, we’d crossed paths a few times at festivals and award shows, but nothing like this. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if they’d heard of me before.

“You’re kidding,” I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper.

“Not at all,” she replied, her tone giddy with excitement for me. “They specifically asked for you. Apparently, Tyler’s been a big fan of your music for a while. This could be huge, Y/N.”

I could hardly process it. “Wait… they asked for me? Tyler listens to my music? Sorry WHAT?!” Tyler Joseph? A fan of my music? It felt unreal. “I—” I stammered, feeling overwhelmed. “When does it start?”

“Next month. But you’re going to need to rehearse like crazy to get ready.”

“I’ll be ready.” I hung up the phone and collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. I was going on tour with Twenty One Pilots. Tyler and Josh. The guys I had admired for years were now... going to be watching me from backstage? I felt a shiver of nervous energy run down my spine.

A few weeks later, rehearsals were in full swing, and I was gearing up for the first show. 

“Y/N! They’re here!” My friend Joseph had screeched running into the rehearsal space. “No way.” I covered my mouth to try and hide the growing psychotic smile on my face. I was going to pass out from excitement. This wasn’t happening. I turned to the entrance to see the two of them strutting in, shaking the hands and bumping the fists of crew members they both knew and didn’t know. My heart was pounding as I watched them walk in, every movement somehow both casual and magnetic. Josh, with his surprisingly natural brown hair and classic easy smile, waved at a few familiar faces, while Tyler, wearing his usual baseball cap and oversized hoodie, exuded that quiet intensity I’d always admired. They looked like they belonged, like they owned the room without even trying. And here I was, standing in the middle of the rehearsal space, trying not to lose my cool.

Joseph was practically vibrating with excitement beside me, nudging me with his elbow. “Dude, go say hi!” he whispered, eyes wide.

“I-I can’t. Look at them,” I replied, clenching my jaw through every world to hide my delusion.

I swallowed hard, my palms already sweaty. What was I supposed to say? Hey, I'm Y/N, a rando who's admired you from afar for years? Oh, and thanks for asking me to open for you on tour, no big deal.

Before I could overthink it any more, Tyler's eyes landed on me. My breath hitched as he gave me a nod and a small smile, his gaze lingering just long enough to make my pulse race. He elbowed Josh, who turned and followed his gaze.

“Oh man, it’s her!” Josh said, grinning as they walked over. Sorry, what? 

“Y/N, right?” Tyler said, his voice warm but somehow deeper in person.

I turned to look around the room as if trying to figure out if he was talking to me or not. “Uh… yeah?” I said, it came out more like a question than an answer. “Yeah, that's me,” I repeated, trying to sound casual even though my heart was doing backflips. “Thanks for, uh... asking me to open for you guys. It's an honor.”

Tyler exchanged a glance with Josh, something unspoken passing between them. “We’ve been following your music for a while now,” Tyler admitted, rubbing the back of his neck like he was just as unsure of what to say as I was. “You–You’re really talented.”

I blinked, trying to process the fact that Tyler Joseph just said that to me. “Thanks. That means a lot, really.”

“We’re stoked to have you on board,” Josh chimed in, flashing that friendly, easygoing smile. “I think the fans are gonna lose it when they see you perform.”

“Yeah,” Tyler added, his eyes meeting mine again. “It's gonna be a good tour.”

There was something in the way he said it, the weight behind his words, that made my skin tingle. I felt that spark again, the same one I’d felt from watching him in interviews and onstage, but this time it was real. Tangible. 

Over the next few days, I kept catching Tyler’s eyes during rehearsals, our conversations short but loaded with something unspoken. It was subtle—just the way his gaze lingered a little too long, or how his smile felt more personal when it was directed at me. I wasn’t sure if I was crazy–my immense crush on the multi-talented lead singer getting the best of me–or if he had noticed the same thing. The energy between us felt electric, charged with something we weren’t quite saying out loud.

One evening, after my home city show, I was sitting out on the stage–the venue completely empty. I was alone, staring out at the abandoned seats and floor, still able to feel the energy from less than a few hours ago. Letting out a deep sigh, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Tyler standing there, hands in his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked softly.

I shook my head, patting the spot beside me. “Not at all.”

He sat down, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him, the proximity making my heart race. We sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, the faint hum of the venue’s equipment the only sound. I could feel his eyes on me as I picked up my ukulele which was sitting next to me and started absentmindedly strumming a few chords.

“I didn’t get to say it earlier,” Tyler started, his voice quiet, like he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to reveal. “But… your performance today? It was incredible.”

I glanced over at him, biting back a smile. “I didn’t know you were watching.”

“I’m always watching,” he said, his gaze intense, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool, but it was impossible with the way he was looking at me. “I’m trying… I’m so worried that I’m gonna mess up and make a fool of myself in front of your fans.”

“You’re not and you won’t,” he said quickly, his eyes searching mine. “Far from it, actually. Last time I checked twitter they were talking about how much they love you.”

We fell into another heavy silence, the air between us thick with tension. My pulse was racing, and I felt like there were a million things I wanted to say, but none of them made sense in my head. Tyler shifted slightly, his knee brushing against mine, and even that small touch sent sparks through me.

“Is it weird,” I started slowly, my voice fragile, “that I feel like I’ve known you for longer than I have?” 

The question clearly caught him off guard. His breath hitched, but I forced myself to stay calm. “No, it’s not weird,” he said, glancing down at the floor. “I feel that way too.” Tyler smiled, a small, almost shy smile that made my heart flutter. 

“It’s just… I’ve been following your music for so long, and now that you’re here… I don’t know, it’s different.”

“Different how?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, his eyes flicking to my lips for just a second before I answered. “Better. Way better than I imagined.”

The air between us felt charged, like something was about to happen, but neither of us made the next move. I could feel the weight of his words settling into the space between us, making everything feel more real, more intense.

I had to break the tension before it swallowed me whole.

“Speaking of better,” I said, trying to lighten the mood but failing to mask the shakiness in my voice. “I was thinking of doing something special for tomorrow’s show.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”

I glanced at him, feeling a rush of boldness as the idea solidified in my mind. “I was thinking… I’d cover one of your songs.”

His eyes widened, clearly surprised. “You’d cover one of our songs?”

“Yeah,” I said, biting my lip nervously.

Tyler blinked, taken aback, and for a moment I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then his expression softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Which song?” he smirked, laying back on the stage.

“Something off Trench, it’s not on your setlist if that’s what you’re worried about,” I laughed, joining him. 

“Why?” he asked, his voice low, like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I was about to admit. “Because it’s personal. And I’ve listened to your music for so long. It’s always been a dream of mine to get to perform one of your songs live.”

For a second, the world seemed to stop. Tyler’s smile faded, replaced by something deeper, something I couldn’t quite read. His eyes searched mine, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for his response.

“You… you’d really do that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice steady even though my nerves were all over the place. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just kept looking at me like he was trying to figure something out. Then, finally, he smiled—a real, genuine smile that made my breath catch.

“It’s more than okay,” he said softly. “I think it’s… perfect.”

The tension between us didn’t break; if anything, it intensified. But it was different now, like we’d crossed some invisible line, and there was no going back.

The next night, the arena was buzzing with energy. I could feel the excitement in the air as I took the stage, the fans screaming and cheering, completely unaware of the surprise I had in store.

After a few songs, I paused, taking a deep breath as I stepped up to the mic. The crowd quieted, waiting for what was next.

“How’re we doing tonight Seattle?” A roar of screams and cheers rang through the venue. “I’ve got a little surprise for you guys tonight," I said, my voice echoing through the speakers. “I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to do a cover of a song that means so much to me. A song that a certain band didn’t put on their setlist this tour. Any guesses who I’m covering?” I laughed. 

The crowd erupted into cheers, and I smiled, glancing toward the side of the stage where Tyler stood, watching me. Our eyes met, and I felt that familiar spark, the unspoken connection between us stronger than ever. 

“You want to come up and play piano for this one Ty?” I asked, the crowd erupting in cheers. Tyler shook his head, hiding his face in his hands. “No? Oh come on, you know you want to. The sheet music’s up there…” I turned to the audience, “I haven’t told him what song I’m playing yet,” I laughed. “You sure you don’t wanna come play?” The fans started chanting for him to join me. 

“Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!” 

“Oh fine!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the crowd. He climbed on stage and jogged over to the piano, shaking his head with an embarrassed smile. “You're really doing this, huh?” he teased as he adjusted the mic on the piano, sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. I walked over to him, turning the mic off for a second. 

I grinned lightly as the energy of the crowd buzzed in the air. “Oh, I am definitely doing this. And you’re gonna enjoy it.”

Tyler's hands hovered over the keys, clearly waiting for the cue. “Smithereens? Really?” he laughed and I nodded, proud of myself. Tyler turned the mic back on as I waltzed back to my spot. 

“Alright,” I said, glancing over at him. “This one’s for you Tyler.” 

The crowd went wild, their reaction so loud it almost drowned out my words. Tyler chuckled into the mic, shaking his head again in disbelief, but his fingers were already on the keys, playing the opening melody. The soft, familiar notes filled the arena, and my heart started racing again, but for a different reason this time. This was personal. Intimate. And Tyler was right there, playing along with me.

I began singing, my voice steady but carrying all the emotion I had for the moment. I looked over at Tyler as I sang the words, and he glanced up, meeting my gaze for just a heartbeat. There was something in his eyes—something deeper than just admiration, something almost vulnerable. My chest tightened as I sang the next line, the weight of the song suddenly feeling more significant, more real than ever. 

Tyler’s playing was flawless, but there was a hint of tension in his posture, like he was trying to keep something in check. I knew exactly how he felt; the energy between us was palpable, the tension from all those unspoken moments finally reaching a crescendo. The crowd sang along, but it was like they were in the background, as if this performance was happening in our own bubble. Just me and Tyler. 

Every word felt like it was meant for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him between the lyrics, feeling the connection spark every time our eyes met. When I hit the chorus, the crowd sang so loud I almost couldn’t hear myself. Tyler grinned, his fingers dancing over the keys, the music swelling around us, and for a second, I forgot we were even on stage. It was just him and me, sharing this raw, unfiltered moment. 

As the song came to a close, the final notes ringing out, I turned to face Tyler fully. His gaze was locked on mine, his expression unreadable but intense. The applause and cheers from the audience roared to life, but I barely heard them. Tyler stood up from the piano, slowly walking over to me, and without thinking, I pulled him into a tight hug. The crowd went wild again, their cheers reaching a fever pitch, but it was just background noise to the heartbeat pounding in my ears.

As Tyler wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, time seemed to stand still. The world outside faded into the background—the roar of the crowd turned into a distant hum as I buried my face in his shoulder, savoring the moment. His warmth enveloped me, grounding me in the excitement and emotion of what we had just shared.

When we finally pulled back, Tyler kept his hands on my shoulders, his gaze holding mine for just a moment longer than necessary. A shy, yet genuine smile played on his lips, and my heart fluttered. I could feel my cheeks heating up, but I couldn't look away from him.

“Thank you for that,” Tyler said, his voice low but filled with an intensity that made my heart race. “You were incredible.”

I nodded, still breathless. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I didn’t just like it Y/N, it means more than just liking it,” he whispered into my ear. 

The energy in the venue surged as I turned to the audience, their cheers echoing through the air. With a grin, I stepped back to the mic, trying to compose myself. “Wow, thank you, Seattle! You guys have been amazing tonight!” The crowd roared, and I took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“This is the end of my set, but stick around because the real show is about to start! Twenty One Pilots is up next!” I waved to the fans, their cheers drowning out my words. “Thank you all so much! I love you!”

As I stepped away from the mic, Tyler clapped a hand on my back, leading me off stage. The moment we were out of view from the audience, the energy shifted. Tyler turned to me, his expression more serious, and I could see a mix of admiration and something deeper in his eyes.

“You made that song come alive in a way I never expected. You’re something else aren’t you?” he said, stepping closer, the air thick with unspoken words. 

I chuckled, shrugging slightly and running a hand through my hair. “I just felt right to play,” I admitted, heart pounding. “It means a lot to me, Tyler.”

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate whisper. “You’re more than just a talented artist, Y/N. You’re something else entirely. That performance made me realize how lucky I am to have you on this tour. And honestly?” He paused, searching my eyes, the tension palpable. “It just further confirmed how I feel about you, not just as an artist, but as a person.”

My breath caught in my throat, a rush of warmth flooding through me at his words. “I admire you too, Tyler. You and Josh have been a huge inspiration to me.”

Tyler smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made my heart race. “No, really. That was more than just a performance to me. It felt personal. There’s something here, between us.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a step closer to him. “I feel it too. I’ve been trying to figure out how to say it.”

He brushed a thumb over my cheek, his gaze unwavering. “Then let’s not overthink it. I’m here, you’re here, we clearly both feel something for each other,” he brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into my face behind my ear. “Every time you look at me, it’s like you see straight through to my soul.”

I swallowed hard, his words washing over me. “I could say the same about you.”

“Good,” he replied, his voice deepening. “Because I want to explore whatever this is between us. I want to see where it leads.”

With the distance between us closing, I felt the thrill of the moment, the intensity of his words and the warmth of his presence enveloping me. I wanted to lean in, to let him know just how much I felt, but the excitement and nervousness tangled together in a way that made me hesitant.

Tyler stepped forward, closing the gap even further. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice soft, yet commanding. “You’ve got to know that every word of that song was a reflection of how I feel about you. It might not have been written with anyone in mind but it’s exactly how I feel about you. And I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you how much you mean to me.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, sending sparks of electricity through my entire being. The kiss was soft, yet filled with an undeniable passion, and in that moment, everything else faded away. All the worries, the nerves—everything was drowned out by the intensity of his kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless, he smiled down at me, his expression both playful and serious. “I think I’m going to enjoy this tour a lot more now.”

I laughed, the tension lifting as I felt lighter, happier than I had in a long time. “Me too, Tyler. Me too.” I held onto his hand, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand. “Now, you’re supposed to go on in 10 minutes so you should probably go find Josh.”

“Oh damn you’re right,” he looked up at the clock on the wall noticing the time. He started down the hall in the direction of their dressing room but stopped to turn back towards me. “I–We–We’re going out after the show, okay?” 

I nodded, letting out a quiet chuckle. “I’ll come find you. But you really need to go,” I smiled. 

“I really need to go,” he repeated, looking slightly sad that he had to leave. And with that, he walked back into his dressing room, the excitement of the night still crackling in the air. 

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REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN TEAM!

[angeart]

:o are we allowed to ask about Mr Beak?? Because I have been dying to but I figured it was for Future Rambles so I've been holding back.

Especially because both you and Link drew Grian with his wings out, no cloak, and Grian actually using his wings for a smol hug in your bit.

-🎀

yes you're allowed! it is for future rambles, but we made a concession if you promise you'll still read the rambles as well when they come out! :D

mr beak gets acquired in vex arc, part titled "a night for living". let me take you through Never Before Seen basics! just a quick little rundown :3

grian and scar get accepted adopted into a vex commune! which is a pretty safe place considering that it's full of vexes who are seen as warriors. it's settled in the forest, in what used to be a hunting village. (it was taken over.)

now i won't say exactly how things go, but- there's definitely an adjustment period! especially since grian is an avian in a place filled with only vexes, and scar is... well, not a typical vex!

but they settle in. and they start to tentatively have some security. their own walls, and a bed! there's a LOT to say about the whole vex arc, and i can very easily be swayed, but i'll skip to mr beak. (under the cut because this is getting rambly <3 expect RP snippets too)

there's a big night at the vex commune, one they meticulously prepare for. make sure there's no hunters anywhere nearby, brew homemade alcohol, etc. they make a huge bonfire, set up various games (prizes are mostly more alcohol, lol. special bottles of types from rare fruits and stuff, with a strip of fabric/ribbon tied to them to mark them as the victory bottles) and just... go wild!

it's during this night when scar and grian challenge two other vexes (frens???? 👀) to a game of (drunk) archery. scar pretends he can barely hold a bow. it's very funny when he shoots a bulls eye, trust me.

scar kind of jokingly asks if there are other prizes - like big stuffed bears, for example. and once he wins, the best out of three shots, he again jokingly says he'll take the bear as his prize. and grian joins in, asking for the bear!

(mini rp bit!!)

Excitedly and triumphantly, Scar loops his arms around Grian as well, lower and more securely wound, and lifts, spinning him around like a loon just because he wants to and he can. “The man wants a bear!!” he announces to the world, boisterous and goofy.

anywayyy... yeah, no, the vexes don't have a stuffed bear. but there's an idea. and someone digs out a discarded plush from somewhere.

it's a chicken.

kane is meant to hand it over, but... he's very hesitant. and he wouldn't be if it was a couple of weeks ago, but! he's been learning! about avians and things that upset grian. about how sensitive he is about other birds or bird-like things.

uncharacteristically hesitant, he calls scar over first, trusting scar's judgement on these things much more than himself.

aaand. what if i throw more rp snippets at u? 👀👀👀👀 (1,7k words because my hand slipped— enjoy :D)

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SCAR

Kane waits until he's sure Scar's body and wings block Grian's view, and then he tentatively unfurls his own wing, showing the worn plush toy in his arms: a pale brown chicken, a little clumpy, but soft-looking. Squishable. "We have... this," he presents, a bit flatly, waiting for reaction.

It’s unfortunate, really, because in any other circumstance Scar would not hesitate to give the awkward little chicken to Grian. It’s so adorably lumpy, and he wants to squeeze it immediately. 

But… 

“Let me see,” Scar says, taking it from Kane. He appreciates the hesitance now. Despite claiming victory during their previous dispute over insensitivity, Kane clearly cares to get this right, and it warms Scar’s heart to no end.

Kane keeps the doll hidden as he passes it over to Scar, who analyzes it carefully, squeezing at the center and feeling the material. It’s soft, not at all feathered, and the insides seem to be cotton, possibly with beads interspersed for weightiness. 

But it’s still a bird.

Scar looks to meet Kane’s gaze, both of them uncertain, but Scar sighs and offers a weak smile. “You’re a good man, Kane,” Scar declares, nodding appreciatively at him. 

Ultimately, it should be up to Grian if he wants this. Scar can look out for potential triggers, but it’s not his place to decide for him. 

Scar can’t protect him from everything. Shouldn’t either.

(Plus, it is cute. Scar hopes that fact overwrites any potential anxieties.)

Scar turns around, offering the plushie over to Grian with that same timid smile. “What do you think, G?”

-

GRIAN

nico's murmuring things to grian, praising his and scar's aim, wanting to know where they've learned to shoot like that. it distracts grian sufficiently, thrown off and glancing at the targets where someone was collecting their arrows now so they could keep playing.

"we... had a lot of practice," grian replies, unsure how to phrase it any better. to say that they didn't need to worry about running out of arrows—or lives—ever was something too bewildering to put out there. "it's just been a while," he adds, grimacing at where a vex was trying to climb a tree to reach the arrow grian shot first. 

nico laughs, amused but bright and kind. "well, you know. as long as you don't lose the arrows, you guys can come here and shoot at the targets anytime."

grian perks up at that, but before he can answer, scar's turning to him and offering something to him.

grian's gaze lands on the bird-like heap in scar's hands, and his head short-circuits.

bird.

it's a bird.

memories of [REDACTED] slam into him, and he swallows thickly, rebooting. 

a bird.

this world doesn't have birds. but here one is, silly-looking and soft, offered to grian to hold. (to cherish. to protect. to keep.)

with gaze solidly focused on the toy, grian hears himself try to joke. "i think that's not a bear."

kane huffs, although there's something tentatively relieved in the sound, possibly at the lack of a more outward freak out on grian's part. "i told you we don't have bears."

grian's only half-listening. his chest feels askew and tingly, wings semi flared out, but he's taking a step forward and reaching out his hands for the plushie.

-

SCAR

Scar is about to say they don’t have to take it. They could easily accept one of the prize bottles. He could even make a show of tying the decorative ribbon on one of Grian’s fingers as a silly romantic callback.

But Grian is reaching out and Scar doesn’t have it in his heart to deny him. He offers the toy to him gingerly, still nervous, but willing. 

“Not a bear, but… look at its little beard!” Scar tries, letting his index finger fiddle with the red tufts of fabric as he pulls away. “…do you like it?”

-

GRIAN

wordlessly, grian takes it, holds it out, feels its weight settle in his hands. his fingers squeeze lightly, testing it out, feeling its softness. (it's not made of feathers. not feathers.)

some tightly held knot in grian's chest unspools, and he finds himself laughing a little unsteadily at scar's silly gesture.

his hands flap the chicken's wings, and unthinkingly, grian's own wings mirror the motion. there's a part of grian's brain that's happy at this, already growing attached, and it's probably weird, for a toy to trigger instincts that whisper flock against the nape of his neck, but the affection and protectiveness rise up in him anyway.

he pulls the chicken tightly to his chest, his gaze flicking up, meeting first scar's eyes and then swivelling to kane's. "... i can keep this?" he asks, a bit shyly, even as his hold signals that he would not let go even if he was told no.

-

SCAR

Scar’s heart swells again at the sight of Grian flapping the doll’s little wings, and gosh it’s unfairly adorable when he does the same with his own wings. Scar grins, leaning back into Grian’s space as he turns to regard Kane. 

“We’re taking this,” Scar declares.

Kane scoffs, cheeks heating up as he takes mostly fake offense. “As if I’d take it back, come on!” And then he’s grinning as well, clearly satisfied that the prize went over well, all sourness from the competition completely faded away. “You won it fair and square, mister liar.”

“Sober liar,” Nico tacks on, earning a bark of laughter from his mate.

“Hey, I’m getting there, I’m getting there!” Scar insists, leaning down to reclaim his and Grian’s bottles. He hands Grian’s back to him with a bright smile. “…It’s precious.”

-

GRIAN

grian instantly slots himself next to scar as he returns to his side, still clutching the bird tightly. 

"mister sober liar," he repeats teasingly at scar, nudging him a little and giving him a big, bright grin.

no matter how the others want to spin it, the fact is that they did win, and scar did insist on a prize for grian. (and man, the way his hands were capable with the bow is hot. although it's not something grian'd admit out loud.) he's grateful for it, a bit of playful games and a reward at the end of it, presented with such care. 

with boundless affection, grian leans against him and presses his wing against scar's lower back, under his vex wings, in a little squeeze. hoping his thanks translates. 

he untangles one hand from the chicken only to reach for the bottle, and he lets it clink against scar's. "cheers, to our victory." 

nico's ushering them a little bit to the side, to make space for new contestants, while kane lifts his own drink, cheerfully joining in with drinking. 

"there's more games to play, if you want," nico remarks with a chuckle, then adds: "but no more non-bears to win."

grian glances at him. "what about yes-bears?"

kane sputters a laugh, almost choking on his drink.

nico offers a grin instead, with a small chuckle. "none of those either, i'm afraid."

"bottles, mostly," kane says all too happily. "but some games have donation piles and if you win, you can pick something someone else left behind." he shrugs a little, clearly much more interested in the drinks the vexes worked so hard to make. "mostly useless stuff. wood carvings, dull daggers, scraps of clothes, chipped mugs. things people found and don't have use for, or that they don't want anymore."

-

SCAR

“What you’re saying is we get to thrift shop for prizes?” Scar asks excitedly, wings fluttering before one slots over Grian’s head in a purposely goofy manner. “Whatcha say, G-man? More games? Want to see how red in the face Kane can get if he keeps losing?”

“Hey!” Kane shouts, grabbing at Scar to try to dig his fist into the top of his head playfully. Scar unfortunately allows it, not willing to give up his spot next to Grian and how his wing is tucked under him so tenderly. But he laughs at the abuse, clearly unbothered.

-

GRIAN

grian ducks a little at the wing over him, but then he straightens up, chirping and meeting it. he has his prize chicken in one hand, still pressed to his chest, and a bottle in the other, wing still slung across scar's lower back in a casual, if a little clingy way.

"more games!" he cheers, toothily looking over kane and nico. "so what's next, fellas? what do you want to be beaten at this time?"

nico's chuckling, lips curved in a smile, taking this for friendly jest, but kane's getting riled up. his tail swishes aggressively. "you can't thrift prizes if you don't win first," he accuses.

"what game?" grian presses. "what do you think you have a chance at?"

it's a cheeky jab, and grian's delighted as he sees it work. 

"sparring!" kane huffs out, clearly ready to tackle them until he can prove his dominance or something.

"or obstacle course," nico offers as a counter argument.

"sparring!" kane repeats, insistent, shooting his mate a glare. "we win at this one!" 

-

SCAR

Scar yawns exaggeratedly. “Drunk sparring? Sounds like a vex slapping fest to me.” He waves his hand with the bottle dismissively at that, eyeing Grian as he does. Then he takes a large sip of his drink and flares out his free wing. “What kind of obstacle course we talkin’?”

Both sound less fun than archery to Scar, but he has a feeling the obstacle course would be preferable to Grian. Sparring just sounds like an invitation to get hurt.

-

GRIAN

grian is honestly glad scar is steering this away from a fight competition, but kane deflates, looking like he was just betrayed. "you don't want to spar?" his ears flick, then he crosses his arms, upset. "it's 'coz you know you'd lose. you're just picking what you're secretly good at!"

"i dunno, you could've been better at it," grian brushes him off, referencing kane's archery skill in a way that makes kane sputter.

"the obstacle course," nico takes charge, starting to walk in a more solid direction, "has many things. some you get under, some you get over. gliding is allowed." he eyes grian. "outright flying might be considered as cheating."

grian gasps dramatically, his wing losing connection to scar only to flap in playful offense. "i'd never!" and honestly, it's hard to think of himself actively flying, so it's not exactly wrong. it's not just theatrics, but they make it easier to bear, to hide behind.

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i was gonna stop earlier but figured maybe you'd like to see the banter :3 maybe you'd like to see the new characters and these dynamics. (they're all tipsy at this point and scar and grian have been living here for a while, just to be clear.)

other big things happen that night besides winning mr beak :3 just sayin'

vex arc is fun <33

[peridot-tears]

Fic Writer Q & A!

Tagged by @dragongirlg-fics UwU

How many wips do you have currently?

2 for Lianhua Lou, 3 for Mo Dao Zu Shi.

Lianhua Lou

strings played against his throat, my whumpfic in which FeiHua's escape from Jiao Liqiao goes wrong, and Di Feisheng marries her to ensure the wellbeing of Li Lianhua, who becomes her concubine. Just updated uwu

My unpublished modern AU where Di Feisheng is an MMA fighter cowboy, Li Lianhua is his chiropractor, and Fang Xiaobao is the new sheriff in one of those Chinese towns they built purely for tourism. In this case, it's an Old West theme. Here's a preview.

Mo Dao Zu Shi

My Mo Dao/Percy Jackson crossover where WangXian and friends romp through Camp Half-Blood!

My Wen Xu/Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji AU where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Wens instead of Jiang Fengmian. I swear I subvert so many jianghu tropes, this could be its own original novel, but here we are lol.

My two-part where Jin Zixuan flees to Lotus Pier and manages to alert the Jiangs in time for the Wang Lingjiao's attack. It's mostly written from Yu Ziyuan's perspective, and it's been a delight.

More Q&A below the cut!

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

Definitely #1 under Mo Dao. It's a huge labor of love, but I'm thinking maybe I thought too big with the plot. It could have just been a fun teenage romp, but then it turned into a drama that handles much larger themes, and the trouble is in being able to tie up all the plotlines I suddenly have.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Usually when I have two days in a row off of work, so my brain has had at least 24 hours to clear out and think about fun. I go into a pleasant fugue state, meaning I'm focused, but I can occasionally take a five-minute break to chatter about it with my frens or listen to a song. (I'm answering this post while I'm working on fic btw.)

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

Oh nah lol. I sometimes line some chill songs or ballads up in the background or like a Buzzfeed Unsolved marathon for background noise, but sometimes it has the opposite effect where I can't focus at all. So sometimes I just write in complete silence.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

Balls to the waaaaaaall babeeeeeee. Aside from the ones that're born from me chattering with frens. Both my Lianhua Lou fics and #2 under MDZS are from very specific and thorough chats that I screenshotted for reference.

I tag @westiec @theleakypen @kingsandbastardz @tavina-writes @heyholmesletsgo @the-wintry-mizzenmast and whoever else wants to do this, how do I know this many people lol.

[ageless-aislynn]

So, what all am I working on? So glad you asked!*

*I know you didn't but making lists helps me to feel organized. 😉

Writing (active)

"15 Minutes" chapter 12 and "Recreation" chapter 5 are both in various stages of work. "15 Minutes" has about the first third of the chapter written, while "Recreation" won't actually be written until I've done a bit more on "15 Minutes" in total because I want to make sure they line up together. However, I'm doing a lot of thinking about what I want to include, so Kai and her Reader have definitely not been forgotten! I'll be going through and doing a total read-through of both of them soon, with notes to make sure that any thread I left dangling will get properly snipped and closed by the end. Hopefully. Swiss cheese brain is making this harder. But I persevere, frens!

John, patiently waiting for another long-promised chapter to magically appear. 😉

Writing (passive)

That Noble Team "Choose Your Own Spartan Adventure" idea just will NOT let me give up on it. But right now I'm just leaving it in the percolating stage and hopefully once "15 Minutes" and "Recreation" are concluded, I can give it a try. 🤷‍♀️

"Fluffy Vannak fic" is in the same boat, honestly. I've tried to give up on it so many times but it manages to wiggle back into my "to-do" pile over and over again, lol! I guess I just want to give the big guy some happiness, what can I say?

"Guardian Angel" and "The Price" over in my Flash WIPs are still here as well, patiently waiting for their turn with my single remaining brain cell. That brain cell is very tired but doesn't want to give up on any of them. *shakes pom-poms of encouragement* Go, Single Remaining Brain Cell, go!

Vidding

I have a pile of vid ideas now in progress and that makes me so happy! I wish I was being more efficient and just moving 'em all along, assembly style, so that I have this lovely constant flow of finished vids showing up but... Well, said Single Remaining Brain Cell mentioned above enjoys running over, jumping on the big Vidding Carousel and just randomly riding around on different horses, happily shouting, "YAYYYYYY!" so I can't bring myself to deny her those simple pleasures, lol!

(One of my favorite moments in Detroit: Become Human, d'aww)

Anyway, what's in progress is:

A Mass Effect Andromeda vid that I'd love to get done in time for Mass Effect Andromeda Appreciation Week (Jan 27 - Feb 2) I wasn't able to make anything for this past N7 day in November so I'd love to get this done to take part in this! The focus, naturally, is...

Um, Mr Vidal? Actually this vid isn't about you and Sara. Or you and Scott. Or, errr, you at all. Sorry.

Sara is stunned into buffering forever at that. 😉

No, frens, this vid is about...

My terrible driving, lol! I'm not sure if I'll get it done in time but I'ma try!

UPDATE: Surprisingly enough, I did get my vid done and it wasn't about the Nomad like I thought it would be. It's for my Bestest Turian Girl, Vetra!

"Not A Crush" is here for your Mass Effect: Andromeda appreciation viewing pleasure! 🤗😉

A Halo the series vid, focused on the Marines, requested by @threshergm that's about half done

A vid for 68 Whiskey, requested by @threshergm, focused on Rosa Alvarez (Cristina Rodlo who is Talia Perez in Halo), about a third done

A Dead Rising vid for mah man Frank West, giving me problems with the song, unfortunately. This is an idea I've wanted to do for a long while but the song is just NOT letting me cut it like I'd like to (and I don't want to not edit it down). So I'll just have to keep working on it.

And there we have it! The Official What Ais Is Working On Right Now list! 🥳

I'm also making this list in order to hopefully give my Single Remaining Brain Cell a tiny bit of serotonin, in the hopes of keeping her going.

Go, Brain Cell, you can do it!!! 😂😉

Love you all, friends. I hope you're doing well. 🤗💖

[stupidloafofbread]

yk i saw this one theory post about Boxten, and it basically said: maybe boxten became twisted because of his horrible nightmares, which can also explain the tentacles (idk what to call them???) that are coming out of his head. Maybe those are referencing the fear inside of his head that he had when he was struggling w/ nightmares-?

also, based off of another theory, I think that the entire ichor thing that makes them ‘twisted’ only actually starts to affect them when they’re at their lowest…so I believe no toons were actually physically killed to become twisted. Dandy still has to do something with it though, so perhaps he injected them with the ichor? or maybe smth else, im not sure lol

and you can kind of tell how the ichor corresponds with the corrupted toon’s thoughts and feelings. For another example, Shelly. I believe she became twisted because of the way others treated her, which made her feel useless. She also had a passion for dinosaurs. What does her twisted look like? A dinosaur!

also for Glisten, he wanted to be well known and loved, yeah? I think Glisten is a prime example for what toon’s go through before they fully become twisted. They’re sane, but one small push and they’re sent over the edge. Glisten was afraid of being abandoned, while others had different fearful thoughts. So I believe it takes some time for them to become fully twisted. (as they need to completely lose it to do so.)

but these are just my thoughts- sorry if i stated the obvious lol :3

-dusttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

dust, have I ever said ily (as a fren ofc-) FOR MAKING THESE?? IM FUKING EAITNG THME UP. the boxten one I could see ngl (also those are hands bestie-)

AND GOD FUCKING DAMN THE THEORI I BELIVE IN.

[three-dee-ess]

hiiii 3DS tour!!!!

from the day i first got it, i knew to name it Happiness..... nothing deep about it i just wanted to say "my mom took my Happiness away for exam week :("

a bit of a reveal but i'm the anxious sticker placer anon haha it's still plain to this day if not for a few scratches (a lot actually but it's not that noticeable, right? qwq)

the barcode and numbers are super faded i can't read them!! plus the scratches are much more noticeable, im not sure where most of them came from but i remember one of them is when i accidentally dropped a screwdriver on it oops

the cartridge is pokemon black 2!! i've had this game before Happiness. yup i have a metallic rose DS lite that's sooo busted up, (well i had a coral pink DS lite before that but i got mugged when i was like 7 years old and it's gone which is a story for another time)

anyway, metallic rose had dead pixels that spread like some fungus, L button didnt work at all, buttons feel gross to press now, etc yknow normal 7 year old not knowing the value of things thing

i'd send a picture but it's back at my old house, pray that the spiders know how to play dig dig dug

:D i'm very normal about cyrus pokemon i swear

if you check my theme plaza account you can see i also made one (1) batch of badges which is hunter x hunter badges as you can see from the folders, i'm also very normal about hunter x hunter i swear

i wanted to lay everything out without folders and arrange everything pretty but it's so hard how do all of you do it qwq

gon folder (top left folder) are my 3DS gaammeess, i haven't played some of them bc i still got a lot of games to finish but they're there!!

frens (i didnt make the badges other than the hunter x hunter ones btw!)

killua folder (top right folder) contains DS... well used to, now it holds other games! i also haven't played most of them im so busy qwq

i deleted the shortcuts for the DS games i finished, also it took me way too long how to inject GBA and other games into 3DS

kurapika folder (bottom left folder) contains videos and movies! i figured out how to convert them but it's so hard to find download links to the movies i like now :(

also did you know the first 3 volumes of hunter x hunter are on the japanese eshop? i can't read japanese but i keep them because i like the novelty of it

leorio folder (bottom right folder) is my homebrew and miscellaneous stuffs! self-explanatory -w-

if you have any homebrew stuffs you wanna recommend, tell meee

eek, asks only allows 10 pictures apparently so i'm gonna send another one because we're not done yet!!!!

Happiness is so awesome the crows wants an encore so i shall deliver ohoo

activity log :D i love that the 3DS has this so we can all look back on memories and such

and that's the day when i first got Happiness!!!! i was pretty late to the 3DS party but i stiiiillll love it if you couldn't tell i really love pokemon and that's why i wanted a 3DS so bad lol i don't think i will ever be as excited as i was holding Happiness in my hands for the first time qwq

yknow, i still don't know how this happened

and that's all from meee if you have any questions or wanna tell me something, go to my ask box because i don't wanna clog up three-dee-ess's notifs!! thank you for having me

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galaxy style n3DSXL

thank you so much for the tour >:3c I loved reading through all of it! In depth tours like this are super interesting to me so thank you for sharing!! it makes me really happy.

I'll need to find my red 3DS again so I can share my own stats, since my grey one I use to mostly play puzzle game titles like picross, not any like, RPGs.

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

welcome :D

(images above is not mine, it's an art req by @pokimoko[a cool person :D]!) (i will hold onto these forever tysm dude)

(also AUDHD OCTOLING SQUID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(tw!!! I swear here(got that American and Scottish in my dumb self), if you don't like it, you should probably go!!! I don't wanna make people sad :<) 🦑 ★ this abt me temp is by @electricalstemplatesᔦꙬᔨ—!! ╰━ Name: Spike ↭ Age: not telling but here's a hint: I cannot drive a car┊🎮 Pronouns: any! she/her is preferred tho!!! ﹅ __gender: Transfem | orient: lesbian__ꕀ🏆 ✮ l [link]() 🔫➜ I (surprisingly)have a gf who likes to be called Eight/Agent 8!!!↯ . . ੭ ⁠くコ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

⁠ C⁠:⁠彡 C⁠:⁠彡 C⁠⁠:⁠彡 C⁠⁠:⁠彡 hello, I'm Spike! you can call me Goldie if you want, too. i go by any pronouns! i have ADHD so i may forget to do things... if i do, remind me! ;-;

cake day: jan 19 :D

a furry/avian/lgbtq+ safe space! (if I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me!!! I don't wanna make you feel that way!!!!)

i am opening art requests again after like 3 months lol i can draw:

pfps

ocs(that aren't complicated)

memes

reaction images

art prompts

please send asks on @askbfdicharactersorocs i wanna draw objects more

BUBBLE BLOG: @thebubblebfb

BH BLOG: @etherealhole

LIY BLOG: @liythefourbiddenexplorer

TWO BLOG: @two-integer

ROOT BEER(my objectsona) BLOG: @transfem-cowgirl-cook-rootbeer

TEA KETTLE BLOG: @caring-kettle-ii

MINECRAFT OC BLOG: @ask-chorus

ANOTHER WORLDBULDING BLOG WITH ANOTHER OBJECTSONA: @spikyhairpick

WEATHERY BLOG: @ask-weathery

FLOWEY BLOG: @floweys-save

BLOG WITH A SPECIES MADE BY A FRIEND: @purple-petals-brightzone

RANDOM LAB CREATED TREE CHILD BLOG: @acorn-askblog

HFJONE MAGAZINE AND STOCKING BLOG CO-MANAGED WITH MY FREIND: @christmazine

ANON OC: @anonice-anonymous

TEXTY BLOG: @hfjone-texty

you can also find me on: Roblox Wattpad Beta.Character.AI Scratch Reddit Twitter/X

more detailed ref on root beer :3 ushi-oni beastial with Starsheet(her tail, foamy, has Mycelium)

about the Salmonling:

ROOT BEER?!?!/!(REAL)(AT 3 AM) :000000000

nicknames:

Spike - yea sure, anybody can call me this Salmonoid - it's salmonling, but they get mixed up often so yea :) Salmonling - sure :) Golden Egg: godamnit 8 I will get you back for that (she kept calling me this when we were at a cafe and due to me having the 'ability' to get embarrased easily of a glass ant with broken legs I was a blushing mess for the rest of the time I was with her--) THING - w h y d o y o u c a l l m e t h i s Person - ok???????? Root Beer - go for it :D Spika - this one's your fault irl fren/silly Pika - other sona's name so ye :D Asteroid - old roblox name, ye :D Asriel/Alphys - my kin so ye :) legal name - big no-no >:( Any other silly little nicknames: go for it!

i'm a young artist trying to build my following on Tumblr! I draw many things, including;

-{memes(sometimes)}- -{CHANGED}- -{Bugsnax}- -{fanart(sometimes)}- -{Battle for BFDI/TPOT}- -{Mysterious Object Super Show}- -{Otherworldy Ravenous Beast}- -{Animated Inanimate Battle}- -{Open Source Objects}- -{Excellent Extraordinary Entities}- -{Beautiful Ultimate Really Never Ending Realm}- -{The Daily Object Show}- -{The Nightly Manor}- -{Inanimate Insanity Invitational}- -{and other object shows!}- -{smaller game characters}- -{splatoon}- -{transfurs}- -{My own OCS}- -{UNDERTALE}- -{Cookie Run}-

and more to come in the future! my blog is mainly for wholesome content cuz do a lot of meme/just straight up wholesome art.

i'm alright with nsfw art of my ocs although i wont draw any nsfw myself. i'm not ready yet...

my asks are always open, I would love to answer questions for you all on both accounts! :D

my account isin't that active with posts since i often forget to finish or just start another drawing...

i appreciate likes and reblogs and I would love for you all to follow me on my adventure through Tumblr! be sure to stick around for stuff like work in progress animations and artwork. <3

tag guide

#spike's art - art I'm proud of

#spikes art - the old, CRUSTY ahh art I NEVER want to see again/silly/pos

i have no other tags bc I'm dumb and forget to tag things

birthday: jan 19 :D

fav colors: 💜purple💜 💙blue💙 💖pink💖

Interests:

Object Shows

Memes

Spongebob(ik sounds generic but yea i love that show)

Pokemon

Minecraft

Splatoon

Roblox: @mayab3020

UNDERTALE

Bugsnax

Cookie Run: Kingdom

sexuallity: lesbian, objectum

kin:

Liam(HFJOne) Remote (Tpot/Bfb) Asriel (UNDERTALE) Alphys (UNDERTALE) Ash Ketchum (Pokemon) Teardrop(BFDI,BFB,BFDIA,TPOT) Taco(BFB) Taco(II)

thank you for reading :>

(hfjone thingay by @s1arrite)

[dalliansss]

lol please this one my fren

of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you.

I could see popstar au or bitm au

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Mairon Aulëndil cannot believe this is happening.

The one time he and his sugar baby boyfriend took a commercial flight, first class, because the private jet wasn't available for repairs, and they get beset by disaster of epic proportions. He stands there, by the airport, growing red all the way to his ears, arms crossed, and he is tapping his shoe tak -tak -tak, louder and louder, as he waits and waits (he despises waiting. Has despised waiting, unless it will bring him billions in profit that will enable him to buy another island, auction-buy more artwork, buy more jewelry, buy Finrod jewelry and bags and property and cars).

But what is the problem?

The problem is that his precious, his sugarbaby boyfriend, his gorgeous blonde of a pretty thing, Finrod Felagund, has been held up by security. For what reason? He doesn't damn well know. First, Mairon was going through security no problem, Finrod closely at his heels with his cabin-luggage, and then something beeped, and then the security were all over Finrod, and Finrod was now sitting on the floor opening his luggage and unpacking every damn--

Mairon feels the vein throbbing somewhere by his left temple growing by the minute. Will the aneurysm develop right then and there and explode? Maybe they'll find out.

Security has apparently taken issue with many of Finrod's electric things. For one, his high-tech toothbrush. Even his toothbrush is expensive, that iO10 thing from B-oral that had a built-in color display, timer and a sensor magnetic charging stand that amused Finrod to no end because it made sure he brushed his teeth for the dentist-recommended two minutes.

Security has also flagged down his Oreo Eye Massager, and his Oreo Facial Cleaning Tool that Finrod swears works like magic and loves using it with that La Mer cleanser that Mairon always buys for him. He can't take those, security is saying. He should've put them in his check-in luggage, blah blah blah. Also now he can't take his ridiculous amounts of La Mer cosmetics and skin care products, that is just beyond the allowable limits, you should've taken it into your checked in baggage, so sorry Mister Felagund, my daughter is a fan of your music but security is serious business, you know--

Mairon's patience snaps. This is why he despises flying commercial. He steps forward, snarl on his beautiful face.

"Get off him!" He snarls toward one of the security trying to get the toiletry bag Finrod is hugging to his chest. "Don't touch him or I'll make sure you will lose your job!"

Finrod turns to him with those hard-to-refuse-beautiful-blue eyes, his lower lip quivering pathetically, but Mairon grabs the toiletry bag from his hand and throws it on the floor, scattering the jars of cream and eye serum and whatnot-- and he grabs the high-tech toothbrush too and the Oreo face tools, throwing them at the security staff.

Then Mairon grabs Finrod by the hands and pulls him by his feet. "If we can't bring them then take them, eat them, and shove them up your--!"

He herds Finrod with him, keeping an arm around his sweetheart's waist. Finrod is already crying pathetically into a kerchief.

"Hush," Mairon half-snarls. "I'll buy you new ones when we get back to Korea. Hush, I said. It doesn't matter. Come on. I'll buy the company that makes La Mer if it pleases you. Hush now, precious. Hush."

Long story short, they manage to board their flight, and are soon settled in their first class accommodations. Finrod is hugging into his side, still sniffling a little. Mairon pets his golden blond hair.

"This is why I keep telling you not to overpack things," Mairon says. "You will get harassed everytime. You see?! You don't listen to me! Fuck's sake. You can always buy stuff you need when you get to where you're going. Stop now. Stop crying. You'll puff up your nose and you'll look like a stupid tomato. Of all the idiots in the world, I'm stuck with you. Hush. Hush."

Finrod takes one last big sniffle and quiets down. "But you gave me all those as gifts. Of course I'll take them with me. I just..."

Mairon could roll his eyes to the next planet. How he despises this about Finrod, yet also loves it all the same. He kisses his sugarbaby boyfriend's swollen eyelids.

"Quiet down. Look, let's just watch Lord of the Rings, all the extended editions, ok? Go check the food menu and order their chocolate cake. Stop crying. You'll ruin your pretty face. Stop it. I love you. It doesn't matter. I'll buy you more and I'll buy you the entirety of La Mer too. Hush now, my darling."

Mairon fumbles for the remote and selects the first movie they'll watch: The Hobbit, an Unexpected Adventure, extended edition. Finrod stops sniffling completely as the opening credits begin.

@skaelds

[silverslates]

@pokemon-oc-tournament Submission!!

Nebula, the Umbreon

PERSONALITY+TRAITS:

Nebula is normally seen by themselves, and is normal to feel cold- not just personality-wise, but also to the touch. They normally will stick with one or two others at most, preferring not the be in a crowd. Nebula is an introverted character btw :3

TYPING?:

As Nebula is an umbreon, they would need to keep Dark typing, but I wanted to move a bit closer to a spacey character, so I decided on more of a Ghost or Water typing for them!

NOUNS+OTHER:

Nebula commonly uses if they were gendered; She and Them most commonly, but well, that doesn't matter too much right now- also silly girlie fren >:3

LIFE:

Back when Nebula was an eevee, they commonly went by Nebu, or Leia. (Star Wars reference hehe) Also, they lived in a group with all of the families working together to help everyone, so all of them would help out, all of them would have a mouth to feed, and all of them would stay busy- keeping everything together.

Nebula's siblings Zora and Mink were both very dear to her, and they were all commonly together, until Zora- he evolved into a Vaporeon and left the group to adventure in the seas, and Mink was caught, and unknown to all, became a Flareon. That really doesn't work name-wise lol-

As both of Nebula's sibling left- she was alone with nobody their age to talk with- so she was left to her own devices when it came to tasks, and the free time that felt so boring and long.

This for the most part changed when Nebula evolved to an Umbreon, and she was finally able to leave the family home, going off on their own to visit the world, meeting her one and only, Golden, a strangely colored Leafeon. They would both journey the region together, and end up falling in love over time.

ABILITIES:

As shown in her design, Nebula has wings!! They are on the smaller side, but still work, letter her fly across areas, and glide easily- also being feathered for less weight/being less heavy.

Her tail also happens to be wisping away, which is a part of her ghastly self, making her able to slightly make herself see-through or unable to be hit, like a reflect, but it goes though you!

As in a normal umbreon too, it's rings/markings on their body will glow under moonlight, also filling it with a mysterious power.

MOVESET:

All Pokémon have four/4 moves, so this is Nebula's moveset below:

Moonlight

Confuse ray

Curse

Shadow ball

Those are the four I chose, but any others they could learn would probably be Hyper voice or wish.

REFRENCES:

SPRITE EDIT:

It's unfinished, but I edited a sprite to fit her too! :D (haha lol)

INSPO AND OTHER:

A lot of my inspiration was already with shiny Umbreon, as they were already one of my favorite both Pokémon-wise and by variants. I also was inspired by the songs below!:

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Whats the Starshine Project?

I’m so glad you asked !

The Starshine Project is a world for ocs I own to live in, it’s called like that because of an actually pretty simple reason —

The main characters, ‘mains’ as in that almost every other character is linked to them in some way, are Pinwheel and Gaël, two siblings created from stardust that fell upon the sky.

This world is basically a slice of life with trauma sprinkled in everywhere !

It doesn’t have a set storyline as in a story that could be a comic or a show, but the characters have gone as far as to have grandchildren.

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The main basis of the ‘main characters’ I own ( because some are owned by two beloveds I’m frens with ) are of the following :

Pinwheel, daughter of the stars, born from stardust. She, in her adult version, has two adopted children and is in a QPR with @chrmatic-coping’s Dread !

Pinwheel can see what others can’t due to the star that formed around one of her eye, that comes up multiple time in her story.

Gaël is Pinwheel’s brother, and he lived with her for a long time as they went through life and troubles together.

He has two partners, one of which is Danae, an oc of mine, and Crossword, the only utmv related character of the whole oc world LOL ( also by @chrmatic-coping <3 )

Gaël stutters a lot when angry or excited, and doesn’t have any set abilities. In the future, I’ve had the idea to have him have a prosthetic limb.

We also have the friend of Gaël and Pinwheel, a child of the sun named Aconite ! He’s married in the future to his now girlfriend Orchidia.

Orchidia and Aconite are a t4t couple, Orchidia having had a witch family that weren’t acceptant of her identity, leading her to run away.

And I could go on about all the characters, but these are the main ones I personally own.

To resume, Starshine Project is a fun little oc world with ocs from me and friends, that I hope to share soon in littles doodles, comics and reference sheets !

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

lgbt thoughts

like the ethnicity post i really only have ideas about certain characters and the rest are up to whatever people think they are ^_^ i mean these are too, speculate whatever you want, but heres my interpretation of a few characters

joner: aroace. romance-neutral. this is all self projection on my part, i think joner as a character just prefers friendships to relationships and romance would make him uncomfortable but hes very supportive of others. he/him (impartial to she/her though)

scary: aromantic and unlabeled otherwise. romance-repulsed AND she's a hater about it. she/he/they

kelly: always been transfem somehow to me. transhet. they/them and VERY occasionally they/she, really depends on the mood

michela: bigender boygirl but doesn't really talk about it, especially in those words. would date whoever but high preference for dudes. would label her preference for guys as either straight or gay depending on the context. she/her

courtney: calls themselves non-binary for binary people but it's more complicated than that. sapphic with an itty bitty tiny like for guys they they're still sorting out (is it platonic? romantic? they don't know) . they/them

ass: doesn't care. doesn't know. definitely not cis but a part of it is just not wanting to be like other girls. has a lot of self-doubt over their identity and actually tends to move through labels quite quickly, so they use they/them as a catch-all neutral

max: i had a hard time with this one in terms of good rep and stuff like that, but i think it's safe for me to say max is a pretty binary trans guy. more or less transhet but hes more flexible when it comes to michela's identity. he/him

scruffy: transmasc lesbian and that was always the intention tee bee ach ^_^ they/them but sometimes they/he if they feel like it

fren: gay and definitely not cis but he's very mysterious about it. he/him

bonnie: like courtney also tells binary people that they're non-binary out of convenience, but they definitely don't feel like the term really fits them. not fem not masc not androgynous but something new entirely (goth). on a more serious note i do think the gender fuckery in the goth subculture made them realize a lot of things about themself when they first got into it. also a frequent label-changer when it comes to sexuality. they/them

patrick: unironically too obsessed with himself to be into anyone else in a romantic way /j. hes bad aro representation. hed slay in a QPR tho. he/him

julia: lesbian but she hasnt come to terms with it yet lol. i agree w the headcanons that shes aspec in some regard but havent put much thought into it. she/her

kitty: pan but adverse to romantic relationships. some kind of gender. also a furry i dont think ive mentioned it yet but they have a fursona and made patrick make one too. therres a canon patrick fursona in my notes. no set pronouns, tells people to use whatever

peter: bi and trans guy. tends to prefer girls and feminine presenting people for the most part! he/him

I don't know what sha-mod and mclovin are but they're definitely something. same with caesar, idk what's going on there but he's definitely not cishet.

I definitely need to write albert, phillip, and noco more to get a good feel for them. and everyone else i dont have any strong feelings on

[artistic-intrxvert]

Hey, Artie! (is that okay lol) I got a headcanon I think would be cute to see! (no it's not based on my own insecurities what do you mean-)

Could you write headcanons for Hawks with a s/o who's really insecure about kisses, because of both the fact their lips are dry(and raw bc biting the skin), and they have the unfortunate ability of ✨ not being able to keep track of brushing their teeth ✨? Possibly even to the point of actively avoiding kisses, refusing to talk/breathe in the general direction of his face? please and ty, if it's not too gross lol ❤️

Not gross at all! (At least to me) I honestly find myself with this problem as well- it's very much like me lol-

Anyways-

Ahem. Fren has asked and fren shall receive.

I present...

Hawks with a s/o who's insecure about kisses

Am I the only one who gets major affectionate vibes from this man? Please tell me that I am not the only one-

Hawks is generally very teasing when it comes to others (ahem...Endeavor-) so i feel like of you were shy to kiss him, he'd probably think it's because your flustered or smth

He'd tease you about it at first before he started to notice the pattern of you not facing him

Hawks wouldn’t directly say anything, though he would probably ask why you wouldn’t face him

He wouldn’t say “why wont you face me” but rather if you had a problem with eye contact since a lot of people struggle with it

If you decide to say no, he’d be stumped

The poor bird man is so confused on why you wont give him a smooch. He just wants a smooch ☹️

He’d finally ask about it, most likely bringing it up randomly

Like I can just imagine you’re out at a restaurant or somewhere public and he’s like “Babe, why wont you look at me or kiss me?”

Once you explain that your lips are pretty dry most of the time and that they’re often bit, he’d be a bit more understanding

I feel like he wouldn’t care tbh, he’d just be like “Oh…Well that’s fine, I don’t care…Kiss me-“

As far as the brushing the teeth situation goes, I feel like he’d try to help

He’d ask if it has anything to do with your mood or depression, possibly even the chance of being overly forgetful

Either way, he tried to remind you to brush your teeth when you can

Hawks would probably bribe you into it as well

Like he’d bribe with cuddles or watching a movie together

Overall, pouty bird man doesn’t mind and just wants his smooches. He’s there for you <3

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Thank you for taking the time to read! And thank you fern for your request! <3 I’m going to be starting school in about two weeks so im probably going to go through and delete old requests even if I had drafts for them. Feel free to send in new requests! (PLEASE READ PINNED POST BEFORE SENDING A REQUEST) I will hopefully try to be better about writing given im not moving anymore currently :) have a lovely day/night!

-artistic-intrxvert

[ageless-aislynn]

Mass Effect 2, the adventure continues!

Tali! I found my girl but may have made a mistake in telling her to take the Quarian with her instead of asking her to join us. I just felt bad for the guy and wanted him to go back to his people but, I swear, as soon as I clicked that option, I realized I'd just passed on the other option to invite Tali with me. If that somehow locked me out of anything with her, well, I'll have to come back to this mission in order to fix it. 😬

The Normandy 2! Okay, I have to say that I just finished touring the 4 decks and I LOVE this ship! I loved the Normandy 1 but all of the new additions just make the 2 so much more immersive! Plus, it honestly feels more like the Tempest from Andromeda and I adore that ship, so there you have it. 💖

Shepard can have fish! I remember reading something about that before and I'm so excited! I honestly could just stand here for a while looking at it empty, it's so peaceful, but I can't wait to have some occupants! Or just one. Can't remember. But I do know you have to feed it, so will stay on that for sure!

This outfit doesn't fit my sweet Paragon Shep but believe me when I tell you that I'm GOING to wear it at some later playthrough, lol!

No offense to Miranda and Jacob but I can't wait to get my squad together! Who do you like to take with you in ME2? Do you change it up depending on the mission? Do you have a ride-or-die that you always bring along with somebody else more mission-specific? I'd love to hear anything you'd like to tell about!

I finally read something that made it click for me when it comes to your squadmates and "telling" them which target to use their powers on: just consider that their powers are your own, rather than think of it as directing somebody else. Since you can map a power from each of your squadmates to the left and right D-pad, it works out just like having Shep use his own powers. That finally made sense to me, yay!

Oh, I also went ahead and kept Shep as a Vanguard. I read through the descriptions, powers and weapons available to all of the classes at the start but just honestly couldn't tell which would be best suited to my style of play. I like to get in there and brawl, so Vanguard seemed as good a choice as any. Though I also like to hang back and snipe and I don't know if I'll have a sniper option like I did in 1. Guess we'll see!

Aria! She's so no-nonsense, I love her already! 😍

Okay, just wanted to get some of my thoughts down. I had a rough start but am picking up the combat a little faster now, though I'm not entirely sure about the Galaxy Map. In ME1 and Andromeda, you don't "go" to every place you look at but the first time I sorta explored around the map, it looked like I was legit flying the Normandy 2 to all of those places. And I see there's a fuel depot on the map. Do I have to manage our fuel and make sure we don't run out of gas, too? That's so much PRESSURE, ZOMG. 😱😉

Oh well, I'll figure it out eventually! I'm already really enjoying ME2 and can't wait to get my squad recruiting going!

Love you, frens, hope you're had a great weekend and this next week is better than you could ever hope! 🤗🤗🤗