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[gingerteafairy]

type (dave lizewski x reader)

You're Dave's type, but he's too shy to tell.

tags n warnings: language, college!dave, teasing, mentions of sex. word count: +900 masterlist

The holidays were over, and you were finally going to see your best friend, Dave, again—a relief, given that the genius only replied to messages every few months. Sitting alone in the lecture hall, headphones on, you tried to tune out the idle chatter of your college classmates. Occasionally, you’d tilt your head to eavesdrop on bits of their conversations, but nothing held your attention for long.

Then, the door creaked open, and there he was. Dave stumbled in, nearly tripping over his own feet, his trademark awkwardness in full display. Your lips spread into a wide smile as you shot up from your seat and hurried toward him, wrapping him in a tight, lingering hug.

“Oh my God, Dave. It’s been so long! I missed you so much!” you exclaimed, rocking him side to side as his arms circled you hesitantly before settling into the embrace.

“Yeah, way too long,” he mumbled, chuckling nervously as he stepped back, one hand awkwardly running through his hair. His eyes darted away briefly before finding yours again. He shifted on his feet, then tossed his bag onto a random chair at the back of the room. “Uh, I’m just gonna say hi to Todd real quick.”

“I’m coming with you,” you said without hesitation, trailing behind him as he flashed you a shy grin. “I’m like your shadow, Dave. You’re stuck with me.”

“I don’t mind,” he quipped, his voice softer than usual, as if he were still processing how happy he was to see you.

When the two of you reached Todd, Dave greeted him with an overly enthusiastic high-five, laughing a little too loudly as they exchanged a few words. You hung back, watching the interaction with a warm smile, glad to see him back in his element.

After their brief conversation, Dave turned back to you with a mischievous glint in his eye, raising an eyebrow. “What?” you asked, squinting at him curiously.

He glanced around the room, then leaned in conspiratorially. “Come with me,” he whispered, leading you to a quieter corner. His gaze flickered toward Todd, who was engrossed in his phone. Lowering his voice even further, he asked, “He’s your type, isn’t he?”

Your cheeks flushed as you laughed softly. “Damn it. Yeah, he is.”

“I knew it,” Dave said, grinning smugly before his expression faltered. He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking unsure. “Uh, wait. Is that, like, offensive or something? I didn’t mean it to be—like, dating stuff—”

“Relax, Dave,” you interrupted with a reassuring smile. “It’s fine. I just… have a weakness for wavy hair.”

He swallowed hard, adjusting his shirt and fidgeting with the hem before abruptly striding toward the door and you crossed your fingers hoping he didn't get that he was your major type. “Follow me,” he blurted, glancing back to make sure you were behind him. He led you out into the hallway, peeking through the glass pane on the door.

“What are we doing here?” you whispered, mirroring his action and looking inside.

“Trying to figure out who else in there is your type,” he replied, squinting as he scanned the room. After a moment, he nodded toward someone. “Okay, the guy in the Strokes shirt with glasses.”

“Shit, Dave,” you muttered, laughing as you shook your head. “How do you always know?”

“I could fuck him. He's fucking cute. Look at those glasses and band buttons. So appealing.” He chuckled softly.

“Hold all bisexuals in the world, The Strokes guy is the moment.” You laughed, glancing at the guy briefly looking behind and you both crouched on the floor. “Do you think he heard us?”

“I hope so, we can make a threesome.” he teased, nudging you.

“Being sandwiched by two dorks, life achievement.” You said giggling with Dave on the floor. You both stood up and proceeded to chase.

“Your turn,” he challenged, crossing his arms.

You smirked, pretending to ponder before pointing to a girl with wavy hair and a blue sweater. “Her.”

“She’s hot,” he admitted, his cheeks reddening. He ran a hand through his messy hair and avoided your gaze, but his attention soon drifted back to you. He licked his lips, debating whether to say what was on his mind.

“What about the redhead in the Slayer shirt?” you teased, watching him glance at her.

“She’s… yeah, she’s nice,” he said quietly, though his eyes quickly returned to you.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the courtyard. “Alright, now I’m guessing yours,” he said with a determined look.

“Dave,” you interrupted, halting his steps. “You know you’re my type, right?”

His entire face flushed as he froze, his hand flying to cover his face. “Shit, sorry. I embarrassed you, didn’t I?” you asked, guilt creeping into your voice.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he mumbled through his hands. Slowly, he dropped them, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. “It’s just… you’re mine, too.”

Your breath caught as you smiled down at the ground before meeting his soft, nervous gaze. Before either of you could say anything more, the reality of class hit you.

“Dave, do you think class started already?” you asked suddenly.

“I was just about to ask you that,” he replied, scratching his neck awkwardly.

The two of you rushed back, slipping into the room just as the professor launched into a speech about tardiness. You barely heard a word of it, your thoughts consumed by what Dave had just admitted. For Dave, hearing your confession in person—rather than over a text he’d likely overthink for weeks—meant the world. You were exactly his type, and he couldn’t believe his luck.

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NOWHERE GIRL

PART FIVE

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: your late night talk with the stone face girl unexpectedly turns sour.

wc. 1.5k

warnings: mentions of violence, more angst lol

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The cafe is surprisingly buzzing with late night customers. Sae-byeok assumes most of them are college kids, since most if not all, are glued to a book or laptop screen probably cramming some last minute studying.

“I told you I didn’t want anything.” Sae-byeok frowns when you ordered another croissant after she turned down your offer.

You hand the cashier your credit card then briefly smile up at the taller girl. “I heard your stomach is rumbling. It’s okay—you don’t owe me anything.”

Sae-byeok forgot that she hasn’t eating anything all day. So, instead of giving you another remark she shakes her head at you and examines the cafe for a place to sit.

Luckily she found two seats in the mere corner of the cafe. Sae-byeok goes to sit down while you still wait for the order and pulls out her phone and goes to Ji-yeong’s contact. She texts her that you are safe and you both will be home in an hour.

You push a plate with the croissant to Sae-byeok and she whispers a small thank you. When you go to sit down she can see the more visible scraping around your arms now inside the dimly lit cafe but stealthily adverts her gaze back to the warmed up pastry.

It’s been thirty minutes of nothing but silence and Sae-byeok came up with the conclusion that you’re annoying. She noticed the way you lift your foot up and place it on your chair, the scratching of your pencil as you sketch and how you take short loud sips of your caffeinated drink—it all irritates her.

When she finishes eating her pastry she grabs a napkin and wipes the corners of her mouth. Then in her field a view appears a torn piece of paper, passed to her across her end of the table.

“I drew you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sae-byeok peers up at your sleepy grin then back down at your drawing. It was a pencil sketch of her, perfectly shaded with all of Sae-byeok’s features captured right. Her sharp eyes, freckled cheeks, and frowny plump yet chapped lips. You did it all in just thirty minutes.

You were hoping to get some reaction of out her or maybe another dry thank you would suffice. Instead, Sae-byeok sighs and folds your drawing to a small square and stuffs it in her pocket.

Sae-byeok thought you would scowl for her lack of reaction, however your gentle smile remained on your lips. What are you playing at?

“Does it still hurt?” she asks coolly, the huskiness in her voice is deeper from fatigue.

“A little.” you admit and go back to sketching something else.

Just then, you get a call from your mom and Sae-byeok noticed the contact name before you flipped your phone on its back. Her eyes narrow as she thought for a second. You can tell she’s plotting something so you clear your throat.

“I didn’t run away.” you say in a whim, scratching the nape of your neck. “From home.”

Sae-byeok leans back in her chair and rolls her eyes, impatient as ever. “Could you just finish your drink so we can leave.”

“You’re the one who wanted to tag along.”

She throws you a look. You hide your face with your hair and go back to sketching.

“Did you start it?” Sae-byeok blurts out. You hum in confusion. “The fight.”

You have a deadpan expression for a second before bursting into laughter. Sae-byeok confused, raises an eyebrow.

“Why would I purposefully start a fight with a group of guys?” you laugh.

Sae-byeok forgot that that is normal only in her worldview.

“If you saw how he looks you wouldn’t even dare look at him. Actually…I could probably find him on social media to show you.” you pull out your phone and start tapping away. It only took a minute to find him after stalking through Park Yoon’s page. You show her the most recent picture of him, and expect her to simply agree. But her reaction was off. “What? Do you know him?”

Sae-byeok’s face started to get pale. You put your phone back down and survey her strange reaction.

“You fought him?” she says like the wind has gotten knocked out of her system.

“Not fight. I had to get him off of me before…I don’t know something really bad would’ve happened.” you explain in a ramble. Sae-byeok leans on the table, studying your face closer making you go red. “What you want the details? Fine, I kind of burned his hand with a cigarette and spit on him so I could escape. I know it’s bad.”

“That’s, Jang Yen-ho.” she whispers like someone is listening in. “He’ll come after you again.”

“I had a feeling but I can’t skip anymore of my classes.”

“You have to.”

“You don’t understand if I skip one more time I’m going to get dropped from all my classes and lose my scholarship!”

Sae-byeok pinches her nose bridge and mutters curses at herself.

“How do you even know this guy?” you ask.

“You’re fucked.”

“Excuse me?”

Sae-byeok drops the hand on her face and shoots daggers at you for what feels like the fiftieth time today. “You’re. Fucked.” she grits through her teeth. “Why did you even rile him up in the first place?”

“I didn’t they did it because they found out I’m a lesbian.” you blurt out without meaning to. Sae-byeok is crestfallen and you hold your breath.

The silence in the air couldn’t have been more still. The two of you shared the silence filling the space to register your words. And you didn’t dare to look at the expression on Sae-byeok’s face any longer as you are certain she is probably repulsed.

“Let’s just go.” Sae-byeok says quieter than ever.

You blink back the tears that were blurring your vision and clumsily pack your things while Sae-byeok already made her way out of the cafe. The entire walk back to the apartment was filled with once again more silence with the only noises filling the empty streets were the sound of you sniffling. It made you uncomfortable how far Sae-byeok was walking behind you. You wonder if she’s plotting a similar fate like the one you faced earlier. But you’re at a point where you’ve become numb to pain.

However, nothing happened and you two arrived at the apartment. You dropped your things by the couch and went to the kitchen to dispose the pack of cigarettes that you stole from Jang Yen-ho. From the corner of your eyes you see Sae-byeok rush to her room.

Then the next thing you know, you feel a warm embrace cocooning your back.

“I haven’t seen you these past two days you had me worried sick.” you hear Ji-yeong’s weary voice whisper. When she spots the pack of cigarettes on the counter she removes her arms from you. “Woah these are a fancy pack of cigarettes. How much was it?”

“I took them from someone.” you admit. Frowning deeply still replaying the events that happened at the cafe. “I don’t smoke so you can have them.”

“Cool.” Ji-yeong smirks. You turn around to face her completely, forgetting the huge bruise on your cheek causing her eyes grow twice their size and let out a huge gasp. “What the fuck happened to you?!”

You bring your finger to your lip to signal for her to quiet down. Ji-yeong clamps her mouth with her free hand and surveyed the hall hoping that she didn’t disturb her roommate. Then she pulls you to the living room. You silently thank her as she pulled a duvet over your back and waits for you to talk.

You tug on the duvet and let out a forlorn sigh.

“One of my classmates spread the truth about me and a group of guys confronted me about it. They accused me of—awful things I can’t even comprehend them right now. I’m just so tired. Of everything. Lately I’ve been wondering if it would’ve been easier to have kept my identity a secret and marry the guy my mom set me up with.”

“Do you think they’ll come after you again? You shouldn’t go to school if that’s the case.”

“I know his ex so I’ll have to have a word with her tomorrow. I can’t miss anymore days.”

Ji-yeong rubs your back reassuringly while you glance over at Sae-byeok’s room. You sigh in relief that she didn’t come out to shout at the pair of you.

“Also, I told, Sae-byeok. I don’t think she took it well.”

Ji-yeong’s shoulders and facial expression relaxed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I was the one that assured you she wouldn’t do that. Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No, there’s no point I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“I could try to negotiate with her for you to stay longer.”

You send her a weak smile. “No, you’ve done enough.”

Ji-yeong purses her lips.

“Sorry for making you stay up.”

“Don’t apologize I was genuinely worried for you.” she says and pokes the tip of your nose playfully. “Go to sleep though seriously. And if you need ointment for that bruise I have it stored in the bathroom cabinet.”

“Thanks. Good night.” you say and watch her disappear in the narrow hallway to her room.

Just then your phone buzzes again. You scowl at the text your mom sent. ‘When you’re ready to admit to yourself that you were just in a state of confusion call me. I’ll be waiting.’ You delete the message but your fingers hover over the block button. You can only bring yourself to shut off your phone and sink down on the couch.

You lay down face up because your cheek is still sore from the punch you took from Jang Yen-ho.

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My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 9

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➤ Stay. The stranger seems friendly, and Tango could use a friend right now.

Tango never does stand up from the bed, though he’d sat up with that in mind. He slouches and sinks slightly into the mattress, taking another dry breath and clutching at the edge of the bed beneath his fingers. His toes curl against the rug inside their HASA-issued socks, and he just breathes.

The stranger seemed kind enough before. It would be worth asking for his help to find the remains of Tango’s ship. And beyond that, after how long he’d been stuck up on that deadly rock in the sky, Tango can’t deny he’s craving some friendly company right now.

There are footsteps outside and the door opens again before Tango can fully register them, though his reaction is far less extreme than it had been the first time. He flinches slightly and his focus snaps to the door, where the blond stranger from before is peeking cautiously into the room at him. The man smiles awkwardly and, when Tango manages a tight smile in return, he finally opens the door fully and crosses the threshold.

He isn’t human. Not that Tango isn’t used to inhuman players - pot, kettle - but the massive golden-feathered wings at the stranger’s back catch his attention straight away. They hadn’t been visible from behind the door. They’re the color of sunshine and larger than those of the avians Tango is used to. He must have been staring too long, because the stranger’s wings ruffle and he chuckles, drawing Tango’s eyes back to his face.

“Hope you don’t have a thing against avians,” the guy says brightly, a tad sheepishly, as he approaches the bed and carefully sets the pitcher of water he’d been carrying on the cluttered sidetable. He holds an already-filled glass out to Tango, who takes it with shaking hands. Tango brings it to his lips without hesitation, the blessed feeling of cool water down his throat a voiddamn relief after the sandpaper sensation he’d been dealing with until now.

It’s only afterward that he thinks he probably should have checked to see if it was poisoned or something…but frankly, if the guy had wanted him dead, he would’ve done it long before now.

“Nah, nothin’ against avians,” Tango denies with a quirked smile, his speech not nearly as taxing as it had been before. “I’ve got a couple o’ bird-brained friends back on–” His breath catches and his smile wavers, and against his better judgment he clears his hoarse throat.

Back on a planet that no longer exists. Tango swallows thickly and brings the glass to his lips again, avoiding the stanger’s curious eyes.

“Back home?” the guy guesses, his voice sounding warm and intrigued alongside the dull dispondance churning in Tango’s chest. Tango’s heart squeezes, and he hums noncommittally. He doesn’t need to talk about it with a complete stranger, no matter how kind. Not right now.

Tango takes another slow sip and avoids the guy’s gaze, feeling the bubble of awkwardness build in the silence. Until his host decides to pop it.

“Er - I’m Jimmy, by the way,” he says, just as brightly as everything else he’s said so far. “Sheriff of Tumble Town.”

He holds out a hand to shake, and Tango squints at him, one of his ears flicking. Sheriff, huh? The guy certainly looks the part, with his cowboy boots and large-buckled belt and the trademark brown leather vest. The gold star-shaped badge on his chest glints slightly in the morning light. Tango hesitates before offering his own hand to shake in return. The Sheriff’s hand is slightly calloused, like he’s a man used to manual labor, but not so dry that he spends most of his time that way. Interesting.

“Uh - Tango,” he mutters. “Of the Tek variety.” Something alights behind the guy’s - Jimmy’s - eyes, something like recognition or intrigue, but it’s stifled almost as quickly as it comes. Tango does his best to turn the analytical part of his brain elsewhere. There’s no reason to be so suspicious of his host…yet. He withdraws his hand and fiddles with the water glass he’s still holding. “...Tumble Town?” he asks instead.

Jimmy’s expression brightens tenfold and he smacks his own forehead lightly.

“Right! O’ course! You’re not from around here, you wouldn’t know–” He chuckles sheepishly and his wings puff up slightly, rustling at his back. The feathers around his ears (have those always been there?) flare, and he grins. “You’re in Tumble Town right now. ‘S my Empire! Town. My town.” He rocks back on his heels and steps back from the bed a bit, casting a glance out the nearby window. Tango’s eyes flick in the same direction, curious. “We’re in the mesa right now,” Jimmy carries on. “S’ppose that’s a good place for a netherborn, eh?”

Tango knows he really doesn’t feel up to standing right now. Despite his earlier temptation to just flee the scene and find his ship, he probably wouldn’t have made it far in his current state, not without help. But he’s curious. Sue him. He sets the half-empty glass of water on the table beside the bed and he eases himself to his feet, wincing at the way his left ankle protests having weight put on it. The Sheriff looks concerned. Tango, to his credit, does fairly well for the first few steps.

It’s the fifth one that does him in.

His ankle buckles just enough to send him off kilter, and it’s only thanks to the Sheriff that he doesn’t go down completely. Jimmy’s quick, catching him by the elbows with a startled chirp and letting Tango cling to his arms in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright.

“Oh my gosh–” Jimmy’s wings have flared out for balance and he tugs Tango toward him, looping one of Tango’s arms over his shoulders to better support his weight. “Geez buddy, you alright?”

“Ngh–” Tango lets out a pained, wheezing little sound of frustration in response, his hand shaking slightly where he’s clutching the Sheriff’s shoulder. His ankle is throbbing now where it hadn’t been before, agitated from his stupid attempt at mobility before he was ready. Idiot.

“Mate…?”

“Fine,” Tango grumbles, his ears pressed back against his hair. He holds his left foot gingerly just above the ground, splitting his balance between his host and his uninjured leg. Void. Okay. Don’t do that again. Noted. His tail darts out behind him to help keep him stable.

“I wanna see outside,” he says, his voice slightly raspy, and Jimmy makes a quiet sound that Tango can’t identify.

“You sure you don’t wanna sit down–?”

“In a minute,” Tango huffs. He doesn’t know where he is, hasn’t seen anything beyond this room since his ship crashed. He needs to know. Needs to get his bearings in a foreign world. A smokey wheeze whisps from the back of his throat. “Please. Just - wanna see.”

The Sheriff seems to think about his request for a moment, but eventually he seems to acquiesce, sighing softly as he folds his golden wings neatly against his back. He takes it slow, helping Tango to the window and keeping him upright all the while.

Jimmy wasn’t lying. The sight outside the window is as sandy as Tango expected it to be, the world seeped in a dusty red-brown that screams mesa more than anything else could. They’re enclosed in a bowl of red rocky cliffs, wooden structures built into the walls of the canyon and scattered across the flat ground at the bottom of the basin, buildings pulled straight out of an old western movie. There’s a barn in the distance, and pens for animals, and fenced-in crop gardens - and a tunnel, a tunnel cut right through the cliff wall with a train track leading off to who-know-where. Out of town, Tango supposes, though he doesn’t know for sure.

Tango lets out a breath, taking it all in. Suddenly Jimmy being a Sheriff feels extremely fitting for the place he’s found himself in.

“Glad I crashed here,” he finds himself saying, the smallest hint of amusement and gratitude lacing his words. “I don’t wanna know what woulda happened if I’d gone down in an icy tundra or something. Me an’ cold don’t exactly get along.”

Something about that sentence tickles his brain the wrong way, like he has been on friendly terms with the cold before. A mental image dances across his mind of freezing caves and an icy castle, blue soul flames dancing out of the corner of his eye - but it’s gone between one blink and the next.

“I can’t imagine why,” Jimmy says lightly, jokingly. It’s an awkward thing, like he’s trying to test the waters. His wings shuffle and fidget at his back, tickling Tango’s arm. He coughs. “Er - right! Well. Let’s get you off your feet, eh? I think I’ve still got a healing potion ‘round here if you want one. We only did topical stuff last night. Didn’t exactly wanna go force-feeding you potions when you weren’t even awake, did we?”

Tango blinks, turning his attention to his host.

“We?”

“Me an’ Shelby!” Jimmy says, brighter this time. He’s already easing Tango back toward the bed as he talks. “She’s our local witch. She’s great with potions, as long as she’s not in a creative mood. Gettin’ better at it though! I called ‘er over last night when you fell out of the sky. I didn’t have anything left to help you, mind, so I’m just glad she was still awake.”

Tango settles back on the edge of the bed with a relieved sigh as Jimmy starts clinking through the bottles cluttering the bedside table, eyeing their colors in the light from the window. He hands a rich red one over to him with a smile, looking a little victorious at his discovery.

(Tango’s not dumb enough to blindly drink whatever some random stranger has given him in an unlabelled bottle, but it sure smells like spiced melons when he pulls out the stopper. It’s familiar enough for him to sip at it cautiously, and when the familiar taste of a healing potion touches his tongue, the relief he gets from it is palpable. His ankle is already starting to hurt a little bit less when he finally caves and starts to down the potion properly.)

“I’ll fix up some food for you, if ya like,” Jimmy is saying now, and Tango is so fuzzed by the warm comfort of the potion’s healing properties that he only now notices that his host is already at the door to leave. “D’you like eggs an’ bacon? It shouldn’t take long to make, if that sounds alright.”

Tango’s nodding before he can really stop himself - but then he pauses.

He’s going to be left alone in this room again. It isn’t that big of a deal - he knows he needs the rest - but he’s feeling antsy. He’s feeling claustrophobic, the window doing little to help with that. He wants to get out, even if it’s just for a little while.

A part of him is itching to get back to his ship. The food Jimmy is offering is so tempting - he hasn’t eaten real food since his ship left Hermitcraft for its lunar mission - but he’s starting to get impatient. He doesn’t know if his friends - his family - are even–

He needs to know. Needs to find a way to contact them. His ship might be in ruins, but it might not…and the Schrödinger status of his spacecraft is making his brain itch. Alone he wouldn’t have been able to make the trip, but with Jimmy’s help he could.

Food does sound good though, and if Tango wanted to leave the room and eat downstairs instead of in bed, surely Jimmy wouldn’t mind…

Tango sets the empty potion bottle aside just as Jimmy opens the door to leave. He clears his throat, his hair sparking, and he opens his mouth to speak.

[A/N: I've officially moved into my new place and gotten through the holidays! My writer brain is FINALLY working again, which I'm very excited for! Sorry for the long wait, but welcome back to the adventure! Tango's going through it a bit, isn't he? Poor guy. Don't worry, Jimmy's here for him, even if he's a "stranger" right now.]

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Joe Memorial Panel Update

Guys…IT’S DONE. AND SHIPPED. (please keep in mind I am not at all a professional and I had to cut and sew everything by hand as I do not have a sewing machine. I also made the buttons 😃. I am a poor college student don’t @ me)

MORE INFO UNDER THE CUT

well this took a whole lot of work but I’m super proud of it. As of today it is in the hands of UPS to be delivered to California (not near the fires, dw). Between three and six months from now, it will be sewn into the Quilt and I WILL receive updates so anything important, I’ll report. The letter with the backstory, photos of him, and the panel maker information card will be archived in the Library of Congress American Folklife Center

the panel depicts his name and lifespan, an AIDS ribbon, an American flag, the box of chocolates he wore at Freddie’s silly hat party, a vegan symbol, a UK flag, a beet and lemon in reference to a dish he (according to Phoebe) invented (thanks to the one of you who dm’ed me those cookbook pages), a chef hat, a rainbow flag button and a button with a picture of him and Freddie

I wish I had put the chef hat more in that empty middle spot there but ah well (also, the memorial people will hem it so fear not of fraying)

IMMENSE thank yous to

@idontknowhowthisworked, Aarushi Doshi @impossibleglitterphantom, @delumieres, @plainxte and @freddie-mercury-rising

You have all been credited both in the letter I had to provide and on the back of the information form, as promised. And it’s literally entirely because of some of y’all that his name is even spelled correctly on there so pat yourselves on the back

Also big shoutouts to the signal boosters

@eileen-crys, @fanellifest, @kensingtonmarketstall, @stesichoreanpalinode, @an-audhd-brain-in-a-nts-world

And @your-one-day-ecstasy for offering to send me fabric

And thank you to all the vegans I polled on my main who helped make sure I used a proper vegan logo lol

I’m hoping this gets around to Phoebe…I posted it on Insta but it wouldn’t let me tag him, probably due to his account permissions. I tagged Brian and the official Queen account and included some hashtags which is about the best I can do

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I was originally gonna color in several of them and then just make one big tumblr post with them all, but it’s taking a bit so - thought I would make individual posts as well whenever I finish coloring a piece

The zine: @coloringwithhermits And the person who did this piece’s lineart: @cherrifire

A made the constellation a cherry tree no it wasn’t on purpose

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Guys, the new year hasn’t started for me yet, I still got a few hours to go but I’ll mine-as-well make this post since I’ll probably go to bed anyways- 😂

First, I’d like to say

WE GOT A NEW BANNER LET’S GOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

HELL YEAH! -I mean it’s just the characters but- HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️‼️

SECOND. I want to show you something AMAZING and that something I’d never expect??

321 FOLLOWERS????

YOU GUYS ARE INSANE THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH MY GOD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It really makes me think how all of you guys really like and appreciate my art, and the fact that so many people encourage me to keep doing it, it brings me to tears! 🥹

Every one of you are the best thing in my life!! The first time I got Tumblr I started in:

March 30?? That’s insane- 💀

And the fact that I’ve improved SO MUCH is just INCREDIBLE!

You wanna see the FIRST drawings of Peppino??

YEAH THAT’S ME I DID THIS-

And you’re telling me that this was in what- THE START OF MARCH?? (Or February I don’t remember-) But this is just the PINNACLE of how much I’ve changed in terms in art style and experience.

I bring this up because I think Tumblr is the REASON why I improved so much! I experimented with brushes (digitally) and I found my brushes!! I learned how to EXAGGERATE AND ACTUALLY DRAW CARTOONY LIKE I’VE WANTED TO FOR SO LONG!!

(And NEVER took an art class. That’s fucking what- 💀 I need to take one I actually need to at this point-)

Also also also- I’ve learned a lot of things! Anatomy, exaggerative expression, stretchy cartooniness, ALL OF THESE ARE JUST- I can’t believe I’ve learned all this because one day I decided: “Maybe I should ACTUALLY get a social media for my art? 🤔” AND I DID IT AND CHANGED MY LIFE‼️‼️‼️

YOU GUYS CHANGED MY LIFE!-

My followers!- My mutuals/friends- I NEED TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL MY MUTUALS, ALL OF YOU 💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

Everything about Tumblr has changed me in SUCH a positive way in not only terms of art but with how many people (TALENTED PEOPLE) I’ve made FRIENDS with AND ACTUALLY got to know!!!

I already said it but you guys are absolutely AMAZING and I just CAN’T FATHAM how much this year has just been a BLAST.

My mutuals:

@noodletime @moon9931 @marclef @margarita-the-pizzeria-worker @lucia-the-mii @lovestryke @lord-yiikes @ijusthavefun @linhfoxmoive @kate-bot @nomlioart @boogiestronic80s @zedortoo @jarroyave4637 @atlaslovesedm @alaskacoolkid1 @remaking-machine @average-amount-of-chaos @cherryxsapphic @dingle-dee @eyeballdrawer @tailsdollsnewlife @radaverse @gongustheawsome01 @fluffygiraffe @qwertykeyboard045 @w00den-h3ad @the-little-knight @oddpizza @misdreavusplush

(OKAY- I may have added some people on here that I think ARE REALLY COOL, I may not talk to you much but I’ve seen you guys like my art and I think ya’ll deserve to be on here 🫶💖✨)

AND IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TELL ME I’M SO SORRY BUT JUST KNOW I LOVE ALL OF YOU THE SAME (Platonically) I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR AND HAVE A GOOD ONE 🎉🎉🎉

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE YOU GUYS MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT 💖💖💖💖

[age-of-moonknight]

“Reborn,” Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #2.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[sandeewithtwoe]

I became MORE cringe and made a fresh sona

I call them Fran. Their schtick is that they just dance all day long without breaking a sweat. They’ll invite you to dance til you have no energy. After that happens, the parasite comes out and takes your body! :D

(Rambling under cut)

Her whole “dancing with you til you have no energy” thing is inspired by the legend of Rose Latulippe where a girl dances with the Devil til midnight and then gets doomed forever (very short summary but you get the jest). It’s a very old French canadien legend.

Her hair is also inspired by Wilford Warfstach, because I love the guy and he does disco so I was like “yeah sure why not”.

Here’s a height chart. Fran’s height is the same as mine, but she looks taller because of her goddamn shoes

[scissorcraft]

i really want to make isat friends…

[mxmarsbars]

minecraft is fun

[kitcats-1-braincell]

Waugh……..keep on forgetting to tag my other mutuals..…….im so sorryyyy :(

[mathias-wanabe]

Do any of us know how mind got the mechanical hands??

[coming from someone who reads lotta fanfiction n that kinda stuff]

Like. His voice mod I kinda get. He was shot n needed a way to speak. But. What happened for him to get mechanical hands too?

For the ppl that headcannon mind is/always was a automaton I kinda understand, like being fully made of metal and all, but to yall (or if there even is anyone) with non all-robot mind designs w inspo from the mechanical hands, do you guys have any headcannons/ backstories as to why he has em?

Tw self mutilation mentioned just a SMALL bit in the beginning in the second paragraph

(Takes place before the Juno incident n all that ofc)

My hc is that with all the fighting and destructiveness of heart, at some point mind’s body wasn’t really healing the areas that he got hurt as well OR he got tired of physically feeling the hits.

So eventually, he designed himself either wearable mechanical gloves/coverings. Or like… bone drilled in prosthetics. Or somthing idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It being on his hands n arms would also kinda work out bc if ur blocking urself from an attack the easiest thing to use is your arms and hands. And with it being metal, I’d imagine it wouldn’t hurt nearly as bad. So it’d help with protection too.

Only downside would be that he couldn’t feel/ touch anything anymore. He has these new prosthetics but the hands have the most touch receptors. he can’t feel the softness of his pillow or the fragility of a small animal. And eventually, whether he can take it off but won’t, or if he just can’t at all… even the feeling of holding a loved one’s hand eventually becomes alien to him.

But he didn’t worry that much. It’s just touch. And how bad could losing touch be.

[Enter metaphor for losing touch=losing meaningful connections here]

by the end of adapting to it, he accepts the fact he just won’t feel things physically anymore. Learning from muscle memory how much pressure to hold things without breaking them. How to act like he can feel things so others won’t point it out when he’s in public.

Soul and heart, might not even know that mind can’t feel things anymore. They just notice him starting to act more repelled to physical touch as a whole. It annoys heart(bc no cuddles ): ) and worried soul but no one says anything about it anymore. Because whenever it’s mentioned mind just shuts the conversation down immediately. Because, he dosnt want the other’s help. He’s “completely fine” like this and why would he need to undo something he spent months working on??

No, he’s decided to die on that hill. Even though he might be denying his own need for touch and physical affection, and even falling into a unnoticed depression bc it. he did this himself and he’s going to stick with it… all while ignoring any and all downsides whatsoever. Making it near impossible to consider he might be better off without them.

Bc at the end of the day it’s just touch. And how bad could losing touch be?

I’m just throwing stuff at the wall here I might update it if I think of anything new feel free to just take this idea completely it’s just somthin’ to think bout

[tender-rosiey]

Hi! First off thank you for answering my question earlier!

I hope you don’t mind me asking another!

I’m new to the jjk fandom and I keep looking for new fics/writers but under the x reader tags I only see the same 3 big blogs and fics

I was wondering if you had any good writers to suggest? I just… gojo? Yanno?

it’s nothing! <3

and these are some of the very talented people that I can list off the top of my head; they’re all exceptional writers 🫶💕🫶

@seeingivy @vagabond-umlaut @pupkashi @moon-catto @shiinleaf @greycaelum @gojos-undercut @yzzart @wintergojo @itostea

[fraberry-stroobcake]

is it gay to be so overwhelmed with emotions by thinking about someone you care about so much you almost want to pick up writing again

[airborneice]

⛄️🎶 Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you 🎶🛷

Merry Christmas!! Hope you’re having a lovely time :))

I’M GONNA CRYYYY ITS THEM!!!!! MY BABIES!!!!!! I can’t believe you drew my blorbos and this is SO delightful and I love it so so much thank you 🥺🥺🥺

Happy Christmas Wife!!! ❄️✨

[lancehenriksen]

Seeing so many folks on Twitter talking about Lance and how much they wish there had been a Bishop model android in Romulus & how he should have been in it—— I love it. I love seeing people talking about how cool he is and how big of fans they are of him. And my older Bishop posts are getting notes, which I have to assume is bc of Romulus coming out.

I’m just—- even though he isn’t even in it, fans continuing to talk about him and show how much of a lasting impression his career has had on them warms my gay little heart. I’m watching all this happen like, ‘I told you so, Lance. You are so so loved. We won’t ever forget you.’