#i also tried drawing the actual human characters but they look horrible lmao

[pastelwhile-art]

it'd absolutely make my day too some makokuu from you (i loved that illustration of them im insane about them)

what about some domestic makokuu 👀 them spending time together at home :3 no pressure ofc

Help I know I asked for saiki k requests TWO months ago and I had a really fun idea for an illustration, but my brain is a smooth cube. so that idea stays up in the air.

For now take a really quick silly crack doodle about one of the many possibilities I think Kusuke/Makoto telling Saiki/Teruhashi would go. Spoiler alert: it’s hilariously horrible.

(Saiki thinks they’re messing with them and Teruhashi is seething. Are they pranking them? Who knows.)

And ya know what? Beneath the cut take my redesigns of these guys and my notes for them because I made several months ago ‘cause I haven’t touched them since :(

Warning: I talk a lot.

A quick note! These designs aren’t meant to say ‘fix’ the original-they’re just for fun! Even if I think elements of mine look better, clearly the original works and are well loved. Also I’m not especially fond of these anyways JAJSJANW

Saiki doesn’t change much other than his palette is a more balanced. Also I really like designing hair, and wanted the idea that Saiki really tries to sleek it down to something very generic and unassuming, but the hairpins get stuck in the way and his hair sorta moves outwards from there. Continuing the idea that his powers make him subtly less normal. It also accidentally made him look A LOT more like his parents, oops.

Also I drew a comparison from his canon hair to his redesign, because I didn’t think it was particularly clear until side by side.

Also I actually gave this one a proper illustration lol.

Teruhashi’s design was actually partly inspired by @lu-kario’s human mlp designs because they’re really good :^ She’s also pretty standard except her hair and color (which I’m not too satisfied with.)

I like the idea of the Teruhashi Siblings being a bit supernatural, so along with weird shine effects, they also get constant wind effects! Like in all the anime where they have flowing hair at just the right times even though it wasn’t windy at all before? Yeah! Except that’s more Makoto’s thing while the shine stays Kokomi’s.

Also what ethnicity are these characters now? To me they’re still Japanese, but I think people don’t ever use a range of skin tones for the same ethnicity. But really these are just fun designs I didn’t really think too hard.

Kusuke! He was the first one I did and an absolute PAIN. He was also the reason I did this, because as much as I love Saiki K and respect the author, I just got to know what is going on with his debut clothes.

Well not like I did that much better… Kusuke is stuck with four alt palettes because I can’t decide which shade of weird yellow and purple to make his head and gown (I’ve resolved to draw his hair a different shade of yellow in every drawing.) His eyes also match Saiki with purple eyes, because I think they look better lmao.

Also, that’s his Cambridge gown he’s wearing. And fun fact-they have a great amount of rules on what color does gowns get an accent of based off what subject people are taking! I decided to not think too hard on that and just gave him a better looking gown.

And I really like the hair I gave him, the original to me just lacks a bit of anime shape style. Also his headgear is shaped like a graduation hat now lol.

He also has a silly little doodle for what he’d look like with his lab coat. It’s not here, but I like to think he always puts a ponytail up!

Last and also least xp, Makoto! He’s uhh about the same with the points I said with Teruhashi. Just very angular now. I swear I tried to design a better fashion for Makoto but I just ended up with the same.

I tried to style his hair how Japanese celebrities would, but I don’t know if I succeeded. His hair as I said is constantly blowing to the left lol. Also he has a hair clip now! In my head Kusuke gives him a telepathy canceller disguised as a hairclip.

Also anyone can draw or get inspired by these designs if you wanted lol Though I don’t really like these, I still use these hairstyle for drawing them cause I think they look cool lol.

[erizee]

if no one else will give me content for this movie i will fucking make it myself

please ignore that one fornicus looks lame and has eyebrows and the other looks sad for some reason lmao

[kaissauce]

okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

[jcfoxington]

@sambambucky​ : “pls... Pastels, Peaches and Pain??? among us first draft??? marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts (it’s not an au!?!??!)

hi jo !!! Pastels, Peaches, and Pain is one of those sambucky wips i have mostly fully fleshed out in my head because of one (1) extreme moment of clarity after a rogue ‘what if’ tangent thought but havent written anything of yet out of restraint / knowing i need to finish at least one of my current sambucky wips before i start it or none of them will get done

this was the rogue tangent thought: “what if Sam is haunted by Figaro’s ghost and has been since he was a kid?”. i’ve changed the ghost cat to not be Figaro but that’s the premise !

i refer to the fic as the cat fic ‘cause the whole plot is based around sam’s ghost cat companion insisting he adopts nat’s cat Liho after endgame and then Figaro later and then [insert redacted because plot spoilers but just know it relates to Alpine]. no im not projecting my feelings about cats idk what youre talking about 

here’s some note snippets just for you:

the cat, inexplicably, takes a liking to bucky, which is really annoying bc sam doesnt know how to explain to him that all the oddly soft gusts of wind are actually sam's dead cat insisting on getting pats

bucky getting shade thrown at him by said ghost cat during all of tfatws + them making up (and not out. yet)

starts when sam's a kid & follows him as he grows up w/ a ghost kitty as a companion only he can see & interact with + angst with an undertone of comedy + getting together

he whispers to ghost kitty, who simply mmrrs happily

for the among us first draft thing, what basically happened is i saw this tweet and this video and my brain latched onto these dynamics so hard i had to write about them. 

here’s a sketch of my two main imposters, Black (left) and Cyan (right):

and here’s a snippet:

The thing having Cyan pause and stare out at the asteroid field is how the colors stretch to family. When they and Black came aboard, they had thought every crewmember was an adult working on the planet-change project. That the patch of off-white with a black something-pattern-or-shape signified status. In a way, Cyan supposes it does, but just not the way they expected. They had expected it to show what rank an individual held within the hierarchy of the crew, from deckhand to division leader to captain, not to show that you're family of the crew and not actually part of the crew itself. 

There are innocents on this ship. Children. It was not something any of them had anticipated, and not something Cyan had been prepared to deal with. They and Black boarded this horrible place to eradicate a threat, believing each and single one of the humans were accomplishes and dedicated to the goal of destroying Cyan and Black's species, and their planet. But, now?

marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts... doesn’t have a wip title or seperate document for itself yet cause it’s been stuck in my ‘story ideas’ document since its creation. so ‘marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts’ is literally just me describing the vibe of an original world gjkerfkds

the world came to be for two reasons. firstly, i want to do make take on a superhero universe because the plot and complete lack of communication in both the dcu and mcu piss me the fuck off. secondly, needed a place to dump ocs with elaborate backstories or fantasy / sci-fi abilities that dont fit into any of my existing worlds

which sounds super competent but trust me, it isn’t. it didn’t gain any solidity at all until i decided to do a personal ‘how different can i make spn castiel look & still retain the same vibe?’ challenge. i have my own cas now

however, the reason i said ‘marvel meets...’ is because i’ve snagged a couple of different things from the mcu, most notably: enemies to reluctant coworkers to lovers, yes our best friend have the same name. no they’re not the same person, secret evil org is controlling the government, and the assassin that tried to kill you several times is now your best friend

warframe was added to the world because i got attached to my Volt build, gave them a name, and have some headcanons idk what to do with because i refuse to interact with that fandom. also because the friend i made through discussing warframe lore + plot dicked me over so it feels Bad to create for

the glue to this whole mess is that one “in every friend group there’s a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, a she/they, a he/they, a himbo, an astrology bitch, a short king, and a token straight” tumblr post. my main group of superheroes ala the avengers consist of these people. the token straight is the only one i havent figured out who is yet

ever since i figured that out ive been throwing story / character ideas and weirdly specific aesthetics from popular tumblr posts into this world’s notes. here’s some examples:

sword grandmas

that trope where someone’s really nice and acts super well-adjusted to society but then they do something super whack and dangerous and you realize ‘oh they’re secretly a little bit insane, actually’

anti-gay group’s leader’s wife leaves him for another woman

superhero who swore to be the best hero [city / planet / solar system / continent / ????] has ever seen ever since he lost his wife. not because she’s dead but divorce just sucks & the hero-to-be is terrible at coping

dishevelled swamp witch

that one person who runs around with an amulet all the time & isn’t aware it’s cursed

an exasperated, tired superhuman assassin running after their husband and their husband's best friend. their husband and said husband's best friend both have wings. chaos ensues (yes, this one is a sambucky post)

ask me about my WIPs!

BONUS:

@sambambucky​​ : #i want to have a coffee and listen to synopses of all of these.... #i miss the discord wow #WRITING TAG #waitttt time jumping dream movie? lmao I'VE READ THIS LIST FORTY TIMES and every time i rediscover something i wanna know about #outfit doodlesss ugh i need to go

couldnt not respond to your tags because they make me go ghrkjfnerknf but in the good way. we miss you too jo !!

the time jumping dream movie was one of the first vivid dreams i had and the whole thing was so stupidly coherent and whacky i had to write it down. it grew plot, a queer love dynamic, weird sci-fi apocalypse elements, anti-military propaganda, questionable science, and a sequel while i wasnt looking and now i just. have to make it a real movie or i’ll combust

outfit djoodlles.png is only on there because my best friend sent me a ‘draw this outfit’ meme and space kitty, my current character brainrot, stole all the outfits for himself. otherwise, that file just sits there until im feeling like designing an outfit or wanna see how a stupid thing looks on my oc patrick

here’s one of the two poses-to-doodle-outfits-on of space kitty ive made so far:

and here’s one of those stupid things on patrick (that then turned into an actual outfit of his because i have no self control):

[ubcs-dump]

Hell yes, tell us abt Mikhail. I bet you have a lot to say!

Short answer:

Long answer:

Okay so I will get real with all you guys on this one. I’ll start with a bit of a backstory with this because there is a reason why I love Mikhail so much.

!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! MENTAL ILLNESSES AND SU*C*DAL THOUGHTS MENTIONED!!!

It was about 10 years ago. Imagine a 14 year old me, sitting alone in my dark room. My depression and various other mental illnesses are geting worse every day, they have been dragging me down for years now. I am living with abusive people who love to push me down even further, mocking me and bullying me even though they are considered my family. I was broken. I was in pain. The word ‘s//ui//ci//de’ has been clouding my mind for years now.I just picked up on Resident Evil through parodies of it on youtube. I watched someone play Resident Evil 3 Nemesis online because I remember that we owned that game but I was terrified of Nemesis on the box so I didn’t play it myself.Then I saw Mikhail, how he lay on the seats of the cable car. I could tell he was in pain and I felt deeply sorry for him. But it wasn’t a special feeling because I felt sorry for all the characters in the game. The person who played the game even mocked Mikhail for his looks. At first I laughed along but then there came a specific cutscene.And then Mikhail said something.Just one sentence.One line of dialoge.

It may just be a line of dialoge for most people. Some tiny bit of character developement sprinkled in for good meassure.But boy.I felt that.Suddenly I felt a deeper connection. It felt like I could see myself in Mikhail. He’s been through hell. He watched his men die in front of him. He is bleeding like crazy. He is in pain. Both mentally and physically. He’s expressing survivors guilt and it’s eating him up on the inside. When he said that line I literally teared up.I felt understood.And when he sacrificed himself to save Carlos and Jill, I cried. Hard. I cried because I was touched by his bravery. I cried because he deserved to live. I cried. Because I looked up to him. Without even realizing it, he became my role model. Mikhail is a kind soul, he is brave, determined, always trying his best, righteous, proud, a real team player and a wonderful leader. He is the kind of person I’ve always wanted to be.He quickly became my favorite character. I still watch all of the cutscenes with him every now and again when I need to hear his voice. I also sometimes browse his REwiki page just because I feel like it. When playing the Mercenaries minigame I always pick him.After meeting him I decided to keep going too. I can’t stop, no matter how broken and in pain I am. These wounds can’t stop me from fighting. I’ll keep fighting because I believe that I can get better if I just keep going. Fighting those demons off. Ignoring everyone who tells me otherwise. After all, I can’t stop just because I’m wounded.Also he is probably my biggest fictional crush ever lol. It’s been almost 10 years and I still can’t forget him and I still love him as much as I did on day 1.

Ever since then Mikhail has been a sort of voice of reason. When I’m feeling lost I ask myself what he would do in my situation. When I notice I haven’t eaten all day again, I’d imagine him trying to give me a pep talk. He became a coping mechanism and comfort character. I’ve been looking up to him for almost 10 years now, which is pretty rare when you know that I have tons of favorite characters that come and go, but he has always been my favorite Resident Evil character ever since that day.

I love everything about him. His backstory is tragic and herioc. He used to be an excellent soldier in the Russian SFSR before the Soviet Union collapsed. His wife was part of a minority who he fought for, causing him to be concidered a terrorist in the Russian Federation. After getting arrested he was approached by Umbrella. He agreed to join them but only if Umbrella does everything they can to ensure amnesty for his men.This just shows how much he cares for his comerades and loved ones. Mikhail joined a guerrilla organization to fight for the independence of the minority group his wife was a part of. He joined Umbrella, not because he himself wanted to be free, but because his men would be free.

I also really really like his relationship with Jill in the game. I could perfectly imagine them as very good friends. The way they talk with each other and how Jill tries to calm Mikhail down and helps and encourages him while also perfectly understanding the state he is in and the feelings and worries that are clouding his mind. I just love it and I demand fanart and fanfiction of a cute platonic relationship between these two. They are cute and precious.I sadly can’t say a lot about his relationships between him and the other members of the Operation-Jackal-Trio.Mikhail and Nikolai don’t interact at all. Which is bullsh*t because Capcom actually wanted them to be brothers and interact. That would have been an amazing addition. I want it back. My fav AU, hands down.Carlos mentions Mikhails name a few times (and by a few I mean two times). Once when explaining what happened and once when Mikhail got attacked in the cable car. I’m a bit sad we didn’t see more of them together. Carlos is certainly worried about Mikhails safety but I really wish they had expanded on that a little. I just wanted to see more interaction in general.

Mikhail also influenced my art. My nickname/pen name is Uby Victor. The ‘Uby’ part comes from the way you say the first two letters of the UBCS. And Victor isn’t hard to guess haha. Some people call me Victor too and I love it!! :3I also own an olive green beret in addition to my UBCS uniform. It’s just a prop and I guess just something I’ve always wanted to own haha. Now I just need to find a way to get the patch.I tried drawing him a few times but I’m an idiot and get flustered when I do so I usually stop before it’s even finished. I will probably never be able to draw him well haha. At least not with that attitude.

He’s also the reason I realized I have a soft spot for Russian accents. Even though Ben Campbell isn’t Russian, his accent is okay and I like his performance.

!!HORRIBLY HIGH LEVEL OF HONESTY AHEAD!!

I could probably rant even more about how much I love Mikhails personality. And his looks.

Have you seen those eyes??? That is one awesome dark shade of blue. Unrealistic I know but damn. I love them. And his golden hair. I wanna run my hand through it. And those arms. Mmmh. He could throw me across a football field with those and I’d say “Thanks, daddy, please do it again!”. He looks like he gives great hugs too. He’s like a big teddy bear, hence why I call him Mischka all the time haha. Also he is top notch soft daddy material. I’m not the only one with this opinion. Also his crotch. The bulge is big. Just take my word for it. Or take a look for yourself. His full body picture is at the top of this post. You have been warned.

!!HORRIBLY HIGH LEVEL OF HONESTY OVER!!

All of this is also why I do not like his R3MAKE version at all. The original RE3: Nemesis Mikhail means so so so much to me. I associate him with recovery. I look up to him and I basically owe him my life. So seeing him be changed that drastically in the R3MAKE just broke my heart. I will stick with the original because that’s the one I like the most.

I could tell more but this is already very long lmao

EDITED tl;dr: Thank you, Mikhail. You’ve helped me more than any living human being ever did. I owe you so much. You’re an angel and I love you.

~ Mod Uby

[bosmerbitch]

Lemme tell you how I got into Skyrim. This shit is fucking bad, very very high up on the dumbass scale, so here we go.

Some backstory, so I have an excuse to why I’m so fucking bad at this

When I was growing up, I surrounded myself in Nintendo. My step brother was also a Nintendo nerd, so we didn’t stray all that much. The only time I ever heard Skyrim get referenced was by the douchebag Homophobic Dude Bros™ that were in art class just to try and get an easy grade, so let’s just say it left a sour taste in my mouth.

I moved to Nevada when I was 18 and all they had was a broken Xbox 360. My friend Chris thought I’d like Fable, and really, really did, because I literally finished it in just a few weeks. But when I tried to replay it (evil this time) I couldn’t even complete the first important task because I felt bad for being a horrible person. (the first Big choice you have is to execute some dude you’re supposed to be in love with or a group of protesters that are trying to feed their families).

So he goes, “look. Just try Skyrim.”

And I go, “no.” yaknow, like an idiot.

He wouldn’t believe me when I said I wanted nothing to do with it, because I did admit I had never, ever played it before. So he plays it in front of me for a good week or so. And as per his grand plan, I start to get curious.

And also fucking infuriated.

This dude snuck everywhere. He only used light armor. He never got close enough to an enemy to force him to draw a dagger. He wouldn’t use horses. His play style was his, no judgement—but yakno. it drove me up the fucking wall. If I had to sit through two more hours of this man slowly crab walking his ass up the seven thousand steps because he refused to walk like a normal person lest his sneak skill maybe possibility suffer by one point, I think i’d go full feral.

So I said fuck it, grabbed the controller, and started a new game.

I create a Bosmer character who looks like she could punch me and I’d apologise for my face being in the way of her fist, because i am gay. I then spend 3 thousand years on babyname websites, trying my darndest to find a name that fit her face.

Dumbass Mistake number one: I press A to input the first letter.

“wait. This isn’t a GameCube controller. Fuck.”

I actually press B.

As in. Save and exit.

Do you want to name your character Prisoner?

“what? No!”

I press A, thinking it’s B.

My name is now Prisoner.

Now I’m pissed, but I’ve spent way too much time in the character creation screen to warrant a re-do. I am stuck with a Woodelf named Prisoner.

This becomes part of her lore later on. She was raised in a prison and only ever referred to as “prisoner” when she was little, so she took it as her name but dropped the e for an o when she was learning to write because she was literally a baby who couldn't spell: Prisonor.

Dumbass Mistake #2: I’m so used to autocameras that follow the player and find decent enough angles without me having to jam the stick back and forth that I can not for the life of me fucking Look At Shit Correctly.

I almost died. Do you know how bad you have to be to nearly die in the opening tutorial? It was as if i’d decided to play with my fucking elbows instead of my hands, I was flailing about like a lunatic. All while Alduin moved around and threw rocks at people, too, and my camera work was so bad it looked as if Bethesda had actually made a good scene to convey the horror and terror of the situation. Fuck you Bethesda

Dumbass Mistake #3: heavy armor. This was, and will continue to be, my downfall. Kiss half my fucking carry weight capacity goodbye because this Bad Bitch Needs Those High Armor Stats.

Oh, what? You need to sneak into a cave and steal some shit? Well you now have too options, you absolute Unit. You heavy as fuck bone armor thicc thot.

It’s either: a) sneak as is and get detected the moment your big toe even twitches upwards or b) go streaking for a few in-game hours and stuff all that contraband.... Somewhere. Don’t really know where it goes, to be honest.

Naked but stealthy. Stealthy.... But naked.

Obviously I go streaking quite a lot at first.

As I got bigger and heavier armor and weapons, I started plowing through dungeons by sheer force alone. Mind you, Prisonor is small, angry, and has a huge axe, so it just works®

Mistake #4: no Stamina. We trudge slowly to shadowmere like a woman with infinite health and literally nothing else. I think I maybe slipped her one or two levels into Stamina, and absolutely nothing in Magicka. Actually,

Dumb of Ass Mistake number 5: no god damned Magicka. It became such a problem that i would tell Chris to remind me next time when I was leveling up, to possibly add to poor widdle Magicka pwease? And I never did, since we’d both forget, and hit “health” with a smug little smile in my face. Try and kill me, douches. I have 300 health and counting. Wait. Wait hold on I fucking forgot—

I gave her the first novice hood you find in the game, dusted off my hands as if i’d just solved all of humanity’s inherent problems, and walked. Away.

It’s now part of her backstory. She can’t grow her Magicka because her mother was a skooma addict when she was pregnant, and it fucked with a few things when she was in the womb. can you tell that her backstory is a little fucked up? Well hold on, don't have much faith in me yet, because i killed her adopted dad too lmao #hewasexecutedforpoliticalgainbecausehewasalargethreattothescoomatradeinhammerfell

Mistake #6: hello my name is Prisonor and I would like to tell you about the future of the Companions, do you have a spare minute?

Chris pointed at Whiterun as I sprinted, naked (for speed, because I am already trudging the path of Heavy Armor even at that point) down the hill from Riverwood and said, “you can become a werewolf over there.”

Oh? I can become a tormented, feral, roaring beast over there yonder? Well sign me the fuck up you funky little bitch.

So I completed the whole questline all the way through with no stops. I didn’t like the fact that nearly everyone was a Nord, but it had less context for me at the time so it rubbed me wrong less than I does now.

But hold on. You get something at the end of that quest, right? A huge axe with a lot of history I didn’t really delve that deep into at the time?

Yes. Yes I did build a heavy armor, no-archery, werewolf, Wuuthrad-wielding Bosmer named Prisonor my first playthrough.

She was the ultimate rebel without me even trying to be. To the point where her axe is more deadly to herself than to her own wife.

Dumb #7: I threw the Ring of Hircine in a lake thinking it was useless.

That’s it. I’m still mad about it.

In conclusion,

The hard drive in the 360 was shit, so the load times were awful. Sunk 80$ on a new hard drive and had to sit on the floor waiting for the saves to transfer for 3 hours.

Good game solid 7,000steps out of 5

[stansstansandmorestans]

White Oak- Stanford Pines x nonhuman! reader

so this is basically stanford/reader where the reader is a Dryad, but I’ve put thought into the character and my take on their species so I guess it’s more of an oc/self insert? the terms have overlap. 

@rosielibrary I was the anon from a few days ago! This is most of what I had from the old fic that’s a few years old, with minor edits (I first wrote it in 1st person at a whim lmao) that I’m considering expanding on now that I’m into Gravity Falls again

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Things in Gravity Falls were peaceful. Or at least, they were until The Human came to stir everything up.

The Human was a curious thing. You always wondered why he did what he did, what made him so different from the other humans. Maybe you were a bit curious, too. But you had no reason to do anything, or at least not for a while.

When the angry loud screech of your brethren rang out, you could hardly be blamed for investigating, though.

The human was there of course, tied up in Douglas' branches as Douglas seethed in his human-shaped Mindform. You winced- it was bad luck, messing with Douglas. Any of the Douglas-fir's really, because once one was bothered, so were the rest. Naturally, Menzie, Esii, and Glas were already there, hissing and moaning.

“I- I'm sorry, I was only trying to-”

“Trying to chop me down?! Trying to mess with the fir siblings?” You stared at the spectacle. The Human looked appropriately nervous, his eyes glancing down at a curious journal- You’d heard of it before of course, the thing he was recording everything about this place in. It was true that the supernatural didn't always communicate amongst themselves well, but nothing got past a dryad, not in a forest.

Curiously, you stepped closer. There was a fallen twig next to the journal. You could tell immediately that The Human had harvested it. Sure enough, there was a tiny rip in one of Douglas' lowermost branches, a tiny place that should have fit the twig. Oh, The Human would not be leaving this alive. One simply did not damage a dryad's Soulform, the tree that sustained their life. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as if the human had realized this.

“You think you're so great, human? That you can just go around doing whatever you want?” Douglas tightened his branches, causing a yelp of pain from The Human.

“Oh, it's Alba!” Menzie's nasally voice filled the air. “Finally decided to wander somewhere interesting?”

You held back a groan. Oh gaia, did you hate the fir siblings. “Heard a scream, I thought maybe Douglas found another spider up his trunk.”

This earned scowls from all four of them. “That wasn't because of the spider! I told you, there was a colony-”

“Sure, whatever you say dude.” You grinned at their narrowed attention. They were just a bunch of bullies at the heart of things- far too easy to rile up.

It was at that moment that you realized The Human was doing something. He was wiggling strangely, trying to reach for something in his pocket. You wondered what he was getting at, because the Firs would catch him out. There was no escaping the branches of a Dryad's Soulform. Not without help, anyways.

You considered it. As a Dryad, you had some species pride. You should be sticking by your brethren just for the principle of the matter. But The Human was the cause of so much interest in the forest lately. The most fun thing to happen in years. Plus, you really, really, did not like Douglas and his crew.

So you kept their attention, waiting to see where the human was getting at. He eventually managed to reach his coat pockets, before drawing out a can of something. He covered his face before suddenly spraying the contents wildly. The effects were instantaneous. Douglas immediately screeched, Mindform stumbling back as his Soulform threw The Human across the clearing. He landed, not far from myself, with an a weighty thump.

It was fascinating, in a sense. What was in the can to get such a reaction? Douglas was screaming inarticulately now, not even making sense as his branches flailed wildly. The other siblings were followers at heart, immediately starting to panic. Their energy flooded into the nearby normal trees, making the clearing warp and twist with movement.

The Human struggled to stand, wheezing at some sort of pain to his midsection. “You- you-! You're going to pay for this!” The branches of the trees surrounding The Human curled and lengthened, twigs hardening to sharp points. The Human scrambled harder, but they wouldn't make it in time. He had more of that spray, sure, but did he have enough to fend off the entire forest?

You considered your options again before deciding that, all things considered, it would be nice if The Human lived. You pushed your own energy into the same trees. They were more Douglas-Fir's, which gave the siblings an edge. Combined with them being so close to Douglas' own tree body meant that you shouldn't have a chance at overwriting their will. But they were compromised, and  beyond that, the idiots hardly spent any time bending trees to their will- they were unprepared and out of practice. With a firm push of intent, you kicked aside their influence, immediately stowing the trees back into their previous shapes.

“Alba- what!? You traitor!”

You rolled your eyes. “Leave him be. He obviously didn’t know what he was doing, anyways.” The Human was still half on the ground, and now gaping at you openly. “I'd get a move on, if I were you,” You addressed him directly, raising one brow. “can't hold them back forever.”

The Human glanced once, desperately, at his journal. For a moment you thought he was actually going to go for it, despite being hopelessly out of reach, right at the base of Douglas’ Soulform. But then he nodded once, stumbling to his feet and running off with the awkward lope of an injured animal. You held the trees back for a while longer, sensing how far in the forest he was.

As soon as you deemed him out of the range of the Fir siblings, you allowed a tiny smirk. They were still levelling insults at you, unable to do much. They could have chased after him in their Mindorms, but apparently they didn't like the chances of that.

Before anybody else realized what you were doing, you walked over to the journal and plucked it up. You hadn't seen it in person before, but it was a pretty thing, considering it was made from fellow trees. Not living ones though, thankfully.

“What are you doing with that? We were going to destroy it in front of the human!”

“Well, I think you lost your chance at that. It's mine, now.” You released your mental hold over the surrounding forest with a snap and left the clearing. They wouldn't be following you.

()()()

The Journal was truly interesting. A mish-mash of the stranger properties of Gravity Falls, from the curious cliff patterns to the strange wormhole that would spit its contents out if it sensed living beings.

And then there was the entry on unusual trees. The Human had some documents on the large ones, and an unfinished entry on a “strange energy reading surrounding certain trees. Seemingly normal, save that they are at least twice the size of their respective species and seem to attract the supernatural at a much greater frequency. Unknown if trees are a side effect of unknown magical hot spots, or perhaps the source. Further research of what I have dubbed 'Enchanted Trees' is in order. Pending results of studies on plant samples.”

So that was why he had tried to clip Douglas. You giggled. For someone who already knew so much, he was rather naive towards danger. But clearly, he had not been expecting sentient trees as an option. And really, his efforts to understand this world were interesting.

You would hate to see his research so derailed. Not to mention, with this amount of information, it was all too likely he would try to recover it, and be subsequently caught by the Firs. Or maybe he'd be better prepared, but he would still be disappointed because you had the book.

Plus, You’d be lying if you said you didn't want a closer look at The Human. None of your kind had wandered so far as to approach humans. If it was going to be anyone, it might as well be you.

You took some more time to read the journal, properly rather than skimming. A lot of it was beyond you, being filled with technical speech and scientific data. You were a humble dryad, your knowledge came from what was picked up, and what was shared across the magical bond spread between much of the supernatural. That gave you an instinctual knowledge of the current local language. Not including scientific language, apparently.

Then, you asked the trees where the human had gone. This was the real reason no one could hide from a Dryad. Trees were horrible gossips, if only one knew how to ask. And out of all the forest's dryad's, few could ask better than you. Probably because you spent the most time building the skill up, spreading your senses branch to branch and root to root as part of your incessant wandering. Trees were all too eager to show you what you sought, especially since you had gotten a decent impression of the man.

After that, it was only a matter of getting there.

The house The Human lived in was seemingly small. But, as you stretched the roots of the nearby trees, and the awareness they carried, it was immediately clear that there was far more to the house than there appeared. A deep tunnel, a massive cavern of a room. Fascinating. Maybe you would come back some day. But not now, not when you had a delivery to make.

You weren’t certain where The Human was, but you figured it best not to make much of a scene. It didn't bother you, the idea of being caught, but you also didn't care for dramatics. Unfortunately you were certain that scaring humans would lead to dramatics of some sort. Even curious ones like The Human were like that. So, in a near silent whisper, you whisked up the front porch. Human entrances were not something You’d ever had to really encounter, so you pushed through it with your powers rather than fiddle with the hand sized knob. Roots sprouted from the wooden steps and tunnelled inwards, warping the barrier off its track. Leaves and vines trailed in your wake as you stepped in. No one in the front entrance, then.

You set the journal on a convenient table. Then, you noticed a thin cylindrical tool, several in fact, sticking out of a small cup. Writing devices, no doubt. It brought another idea to your mind, and you retrieved one of them, testing the writing point. Good enough.

You flipped through to the entry on your kind. Crossing out “Enchanted Tree” with a snort, you carefully wrote ‘Dryad’ in a messy, uneducated scrawl. You only had magical hivemind to thank for basic english literacy, though you could not say how that ended up in circulation. Perhaps some supernaturals liked reading human books? Regardless, it didn't mean your hands had ever had much oppurtunity to practice writing. So hesitant, blocky letters it was. You scribbled a few more words, crossed out a few lines that you knew were false. Then, thinking on The Human’s yearning for a sample, you made one final gift. Carefully, from your arm, you grew a twig, a few leaves sprouting and unfurling from the tip. Wincing, you snipped it off with your fingers and laid the piece carefully on top of the journal. It came from yourself, and so it would be perfectly identical in nature to anything chopped from the tree that was your Soulform.

It was dreadfully personal to do such a thing, but for that exact reason, you knew The Human would never get that sample on his own. No Dryad would dare let him. Well, maybe Maple. Everyone liked to talk about that one time she let humans tap her for sap like a normal tree. But she had always been lax, never curious. Never wandering, nor exploring. Never like you. And maybe that was why you felt like helping The Human out. He was a bit of an explorer too, wasn't he?

A sound started coming from the lower rooms. The Human was home after all, and coming upstairs. You decided to retreat to make everything easier. Placing the writing tool in it’s cup, you stepped away and out the door. Once you reached the forest line, you focused your Mindform, lengthening your legs and picking up speed. The trees gently bent from your way as you passed, allowing for a speed that few else in this forest could match. By the time The Human got to his front door, you were long gone.

()()()

It was a long time after that when you saw The Human again. However, the way you met him was far from usual. You wandered of course, wandered as you always did, exploring the forest that was impossibly large and tiny at the same time. It was interesting how, just by seeking somewhere out, you could be there in hours even though the distance seemed much greater. But that's how it was around these parts.

You were on one such aimless journey when you felt it. The feeling of something stepping on your roots, vague and distant but instantly uncomfortable. There was a reason most Dryads didn't wander, a very good reason why you were so atypical. And that reason was that your Soulform could not wander with you- the tree body which was the true root of a Dryad’s life and energy, the home to one’s soul. Without your Mindform nearby, the mobile humanoid form that carried your consciousness, your Soulform- and therefore your life- was ultimately vulnerable. Your powers were strengthened more than most, especially at distances, but you were much too far to do anything save put your Soulform into defense. You felt your branches grow, widen, and thicken into a protective shield. You needed to be closer before you could pinpoint the intruder’s position.

You panicked. There was a reason touching a Dryad's tree was a bad idea. You set into flight immediately, running lightning quick through the forest, flying over roots and growing branches to propel yourself between branches. Still, you could feel the presence, alone far too long with your undefended life force. You were too far, much too far. All you could do was hurry.

The presence had not harmed anything by the time you whipped into your own little magical clearing. You stumbled to a shocked stillness when you saw who it was.

The Human, looking nervous, sheepish, and determined, all at the same time. In one hand was the journal that you had returned previously. In the other, a strange beeping device.

“Ah, um, those others, they called you Alba, right?”

You looked over your Soulform, even though you didn't need to. Back close to it again, you knew beyond a doubt no harm had come upon it. All the same, your nerves were frazzled from the sheer panic.

You didn't appreciate this turn of events. But this was The Human. Purveyor of all things interesting as of late. And you were very curious.

“How did you find my tree?”

The Human straightened. “Ah! I thought that it might be yours! After you gave me that, er, sample, I simply created a portable version of my scanning machine and altered it to track to the source. Thanks for that, by the way.”

You couldn't help a tiny smile. “Thanks for the sample, or for the journal?”

“Ah, um, both of course.” He scratched the back of his neck. “And also, for the... details you added. They were helpful.”

You nodded, feeling comforted slightly. “So, why go out of your way to find me?If you read my edits, you must have understood that it's not exactly nice to approach a Dryad's tree.”

To his credit, The Human looked guilty at that. “Right, sorry. I just- wanted to see if I could. And, well, you seemed fairly friendly in helping me escape and then returning my book as well as donating a sample. Which again, thank you very much for that...” He couldn't quite reach your eyes with his own now, and you blinked. Interesting.

“To see if you could,” You muse, noting his wince. “Well I guess I can't blame you there, seeing as that's why I do half the things I do.”

He paused for a moment, and then suddenly brightened. “Really? So you're a scientific mind as well? Do you keep research? I've found nearly nothing archived despite the great amount of weirdness here! I never considered the other researchers might be weird themselves-” You cut The Human off with a wave of your hand.

“No, it's not quite like that. Does it look like I have places to keep written pages? I just wander and observe- see where I can go and what I can do. Your notes are much more interesting.”

His eyes widened, a peculiar pink spreading over his cheeks. “I-uh, glad I can be of service! Er, sorry for assuming. But still, I haven’t encountered anyone else actually interested in the secrets of this town.” His face returns to normal as he smiles suddenly. You haven’t seen many humans, but you think the smile looks particularly nice on him.  “Of course, that you ask questions at all is fantastic.” He stopped as a thought came over him. “Is that why you saved me? Because you wanted to see if you could overpower those others?”

You shrugged. There was something you’d rather know first. “If I tell you that, will you finally intoduce yourself? Unless you want to be 'The Human' forever.”

“Ah!” He held out his hand awkwardly. “Stanford Pines.” You couldn't help a wide grin at his surname. It took you a second to recall the human tradition of shaking hands, but eventually you did and managed to return the shake before he retracted it.

“With a name like Pines, perhaps it was inevitable that you would come to meet Dryads,” You started, before realizing something. “Hold on,” Your brows furrowed. You checked over your own hands, and then at Stanford's. “Have I- is this the wrong amount of fingers?”

You looked at his hands again, as he instinctively curled his fingers away. “I could have sworn it was 10. Maybe- but- hmm, do humans have differing amounts of fingers?”

“Errm”, Stanford was awkward as he shook his head. “No. Almost everyone has 10. I've... got a deformity, it was rare for me to be born with 12.” And then he considered your statement further. “How would you not be certain of that? Do you have a control over your human form?”

You shrugged. “A little. We can change the size and length of body parts somewhat, and grow aspects of our Soulform, but the base forms from our subconscious- how we see ourselves. It wouldn't be the strangest thing for an older Dryad to have mistaken the amount of fingers for a long time, and then passed that mistake down to younger generations.”

“I see,” Stanford suddenly began to scribble in his journal. You tried not to preen at the attention- getting into the too-interesting journals already. “And how old can Dryads get? Do you have family units? How do you reproduce?”

You laughed. “Well, most Dryads only live the lifespan of their tree, but I swear old man redwood has been around at least a couple lifetimes. Not sure how, of course, since you die when your tree does. It's possible he's just really strong- Dryad magic can keep your tree alive longer than a normal one was meant to.”

You considered his other questions. “We don't have family in the human sense, but there's never many Dryads around, so we all form a family of sorts. Not that we always get along.”  

And then, the last one. “As for reproduction, well, I can't tell you anyways.” It would be easier to admit that you didn’t know, and that you didn’t think anyone really knew, but the look of sudden distress on The Human's- no, Stanford's- face was priceless.

“What!? Why not?”

“Well, I have to keep some secrets. If I tell you everything, you'll just move onto the next monster,” You improvised, though after saying it aloud, you realized the sentiment was mostly honest. “After all this time hearing about the curious human, it would be a waste to send you on your way so soon.” You gave him an innocent grin.

Somehow, that earned another pink flush, lighting up his face and making him look all the more interesting, although you weren’t quite sure why. You weren’t really sure what the reaction meant- blood in the face, obviously, but beyond that? You didn’t interact with humans enough, and while Dryads had similar expressions of mood, you’d never seen something like that.

“Well.. you've been one of the nicest supernatural beings I've met.” He was stumbling over his words. Was that nervousness? After all that, why would he be nervous? “If you want, you can visit sometime. Maybe help with research, stuff from your end of things that's hard for me to get to. If- if you want to, anyways.”

You froze, surprised, and his expression turned pale. So he was... embarrassed?

Suddenly, you couldn’t contain yourself. “I would be delighted!” Your Soulform, fully unfurled by now, swayed in joy as a wide smile overtook your face. An invitation from Stanford, to see what The Human was really getting up to and the chance to learn new things that you couldn’t on your own? It was the most interesting thing to happen in at least a decade.

“R-really?” Stanford scratched his neck, glancing away and then back towards you again, his face perking up with what looked to be a hint of confidence.

“Of course! You're the most interesting thing to happen to Gravity falls in a very long time! And I bet you have an even more interesting perspective on this area. Of course I'd take you up on that.”

“Well,” Stanford stood straighter, clearing his throat. “Feel free to come visit my research cabin anytime. Hopefully soon, I’d love to perform some tests with your help as soon as I design them, but that should be done in a day or so. Oh, but do you remember how to get there? You’ve only been there once...”

You laugh. “I’m a Dryad and you live in the middle of my forest. How does two mornings from now sound?”

“Good! It sounds good! I’ll, um, see you then! I’ll start planning immediately.” Then, with an awkward wave and an abrupt turn, Stanford left.

You watched him go, first with your eyes and then with your trees. You were glad you saved The Human, because Stanford Pines was shaping up to be much more interesting.

[thedappleddragon]

ugh im big stupid and haven't been posting my shit here for a while. I've still been typing it out in my notes, I just havent transferred them onto here lol. im putting it all under the cut, don't worry

Today was pretty dang nice! I spent a little time outside because it was nice and warm out, I drew a little in my sketchbook and digitally rendered a picture of Anna’s new princess outfit, ran an errand with my mom to pick up a graphing calculator and a pack of soda, ate some Wendy’s, and did a lot of sewing for my dress! I joined the bodice lining and exterior, and did a little over half of the sewing for the skirt. I’m doing French seams so there’s no raw edges on the inside, so I still have to iron it and go over the second round of stitches. My machine malfunctioned for a moment with the thread tangling up in the lower bobbin thingy, so I left it alone for like an hour and it fixed itself lol. I’m very happy with how the bodice came out after clipping all the extra fabric in the corners and test fitting it. I think it’ll be great when it’s done!! Although I may or may not need to seam rip a little bit of the skirt to extend the zipper down so I can get it over my fuckin DUMPTRUCK when putting it on. Right now there’s enough stretch to put it on, but Idk how well that’ll stay after attaching the 2 pieces. Also it might end up making me look fat/preggo in the end with how the skirt lays lmao. I also did a really quick test fit with the sleeves, and I might actually like it better sleeveless? I’ll put one on anyway and go from there to see which I like better. HOORAY this dress has pockets!! But I may have put them a little low lol. I wanted to do a big dress debut at prom, but turns out graduates aren’t allowed due to covid restrictions :( so that really sucks. But we’re still gonna hang out a little bit beforehand, and I can still do a debut. I made a little bow out of some scrap dress fabric, which I want to put in my hair for pre-prom. I think I’ll braid my hair, maybe get some fake flowers from dollar tree and ribbon to add somehow, and put the ribbon either at the bottom or the top, wherever the hair tie eventually goes. I’m so exited to work on it more. I’m kinda running out of white thread tho so I’ll have to get more. Later in the evening i got hungry and made ramen while my dad and I watched a documentary on some of the horrible shit that went on all around the world during 2020, some of which I had forgotten about, some that was really surreal and out of a dystopian movie, and some stuff that was just upsetting to watch. It was still pretty good tho. I got work tomorrow and I’m really sleepy even tho it’s only 12:30 so I think I’m gonna grab a snack and go to sleep soon. Gnight mwah

Yesterday I worked and sewed until I ran out of thread and drew a little bit. Spent most of my shift watering flowers, then I went home and ate for a moment, then watered more and picked dead flowers and talked about avatar and other animated shows with the highschool girl I work with. Came home and hung out for a while, that evening made some good pasta. 

Today I justly hung out, then went with mom to pick up a bookshelf and went through strawtown which I thought was a very funny name for a town. There was a cute antique shop in there tho. On the way back we stopped in a sewing shop called Always in stitches. I expected it to be a very small shop, but it was SO much bigger than I thought it would be. They had tons of fabric and quilting supplies, and lots of old ladies working and talking. I picked up a cone of white thread and a fabric sample pack. Then I sewed my dress a little bit. I still have lots to do, and only like 2.5 days to do it. I’ll get there tho. All I have to do is add the skirt hem, add the pockets back in (I took them out so I could see them in normally), add sleeves and hem them, and add the zipper. And attach the skirt to the bodice. I think I’ll be able to do it. I had yogurt for the first time in forever today. Tbh I used just enough to hold together the strawberry and granola bits kgelgskgs. It was pretty good tho. I drew ELEVEN pages in my sketchbook, about 8 of them being a comic about the pony au of our royalty au. I could have done the comic with human characters but ponies are so much easier to draw aggsssdh. I spent 40 minutes typing out the dialogue and editing it on top of the rest of the comic so my friend could read it, but she still hasn’t read my text :( oh well that’s fine lol. The original plot was supposed to be Sam talking to an accidental illusion of me being mean about her blight, but then I accidentally made it something different. I might just draw the alternate ending instead. Update I just did

Yesterday I sewed and went to Menards to buy tile for moms bathroom.

Today was VERY productive, I feel like. I woke up and immediately took a shower and did laundry. I spent some one just sitting on my bed scrolling and researching while listening to medieval remixes of songs lol. At some point I went out to buy subway for everyone and stopped at dollar tree for nail polish and satin ribbon. I made the ribbon into a little choker and wanted to use it for the hem of the skirt, but I was too short. In total I spent HOURS hemming and pinning and seam ripping and ironing and sewing today, but it’s still not done. I gotta kick my ass into high gear if it’s gone be done by Sunday afternoon. I started sewing the bottom hem, but my machine has been doing this weird thing where the fabric scrunches up right past the sewing foot and leaves wrinkles and gathers so loose I can move it around with my hands easily. I think it’s just my tension being too tight or something, I adjusted it a bit and I’ll test it in the morning. I’m too tired and it’s too late at night to be doing that much sewing. I seam ripped the entire back skirt seam so I could extend the zipper a little further down, and I’ll sew it back up once the hem is done. After that all I need to donis connect the skirt to the bocice, fix the zipper, and hem the arm holes. I don’t want to use the sleeves I made because the edges don’t line up at all and I don’t think I would be able to lift my arms, the way it’s built. The nail polish I picked up works way better than I thought it would, leaving a pretty good metallic sheen after just one coat. Way better than I thought for a dollar. I helped mom lay down tile a little bit, ripping up one old tile and helping a bit at a time throughout the day. I kept asking if she wanted help with the actual tiling part but she said no. We also couldn’t get the fuckin box cutter I bought to work. It’s supposed to be easy to replace the blade, but we couldn’t figure it out lol. I’m falling asleep fun. Washed my face twice, trying to take good care of myself before prom so I look good in photos. Gotta wash hair tomorrow. Made hamburger meat

Spent all day sewing and listening to bardcore remixes. Dress is as done as I bother to make it rn

Tbh I was hoping for a little more for today. I’ve spent the last like week or longer working towards this, and going especially in depth the past 3 days. I got all silky smooth, worked for hours on my dress, thought about pretty much nothing except prom day. I was late because my dad had my neighbor come over to take pictures of me in my dress. I thought it was just going to be her holding my dad’s phone to get a picture of us together, but she brought her whole ass professional camera and spent several minutes taking pictures. Then I took the weirdest way possible to get to my friend’s house on accident because google maps said it was the fastest way to get there. But HEY when I did get there I enjoyed hanging out with my friends. We ate some dinner AND??? Sammie I’m sorry if you’re reading this but THE MASHED POTATOES?? WERE S O BLAND????? AFAJSTSTHJST ily but girl. Just a little salt could have gone a long way <3 the steak and especially the green bean casserole were good tho :) dinner was good with the sparkling juice and little desert. Overall everything was just very loud, but that’s to be expected when this is everyone’s first time seeing each other in a goddamn while: actually I think they’ve all seen each other at school without me but hey whatever. I think I fucked up my phone screen on accident by sitting on it while it was in my pocket with my keys, leaving a spiderweb crack in it. I checked and yeah it’s not just the screen protector :( eh I don’t care that much, It didn’t fuck up the lcd screen or anything. We went up to Sam’s room and hung out and talked while she did Liz’s makeup and took pictures, and I borrowed a little of her concealer before photos. There was a little photo shoot in their front yard, and looking at the photos I look a little fat in them but I LOVE all the photos taken in Sam’s room where we were all just hanging out. Idk why but whenever you have to do photos and they say to do a silly one, it never turns out good, but the fun ones you casually take always turn out way better. They’re more genuine :) but then it was time for everyone to go to prom and for me to go home 😔 we only hung out for like an hour and a half. I didn’t want to take off my dress, seeing as I put in so much effort to sew the whole dress and shave and look pretty, so I wore it around the house for a bit until I got tired and went to lay in bed. I watched the mitchels vs the machines, which is a fuckin DELIGHTFUL movie!! Everybody go watch it it’s so cute <3 I also played some Pokémon and watched a little YouTube in bed, but feeling unfulfilled and wanting to do something different, I just didn’t know what. So instead I started typing this up as my sister brought me a cupcake from prom :) I had a bite and put the rest in the fridge, since it was so big and in a plastic container. I texted a friend over Snapchat asking if they had fun at prom, and they said it was kinda ass. I tried relating and saying yeah all school dances are a little ass, and my friend group once had anti prom and played dnd instead, but they just said ‘that’s nice’ back and idk if that means they’re annoyed at me or they’re just tired and didn’t wanna text or what but :( idk. Either way it’s fine, right now all I care about is going to bed. Gnight I guess. Also I keep thinking about that textpost that’s like “diary of icarly” and she talks in these simple-ass sentences and now I feel self conscious about how I write these snafnfs. I already know I write like a child in these, but that’s just because I don’t wanna go through the effort of making this sound nice and professional every day lmao. So child writing it is. Also painted my nails really horribly and it took forever to clean up which made me late

Woke up, went to work, spent a little time stocking, watered indoor plants, then attempting to work the register, and organized plants the rest of the time. I stood behind one of my coworkers as she checked people out, kind of understanding what she was doing but not that much, and read the manual in down periods. She had me check out a couple people, and it was NERVE WRACKING AS HELL. Thankfully everyone was very nice, and my coworker stood by and helped, and right as I was getting my foothold, my boss called for me to work outside and bring in the new shipment of plants. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WAS REALLY NICE?? I was actually able to help some people today!! :D I’m slowly getting better at my job which is nice :) originally I was only gonna work 4 hours, but there were more plants to get and I felt like I could keep going, so I ended up working 6 instead. Every time I come home from the end of my shift I feel bad for not working more and like I should have stayed longer. Tbh I think I could do it if I had a proper break! I’ve been doing 4 hour shifts with maybe a water break in the middle because i don’t know how to ask to go on break ;-; Ike my secondary boss in the garden center is super nice and approachable and friendly but the main boss is like. Terrifying. I never know when he’s joking or being serious and I don’t understand him and assffsfamms it SUCKS. But whatever, I went home and ate some Mac n cheese and laid in bed because my back hurt and played on my ds for the rest of the night. I tried a couple new games, none of which I spent very long on. I tried okami den where you’re the wolf puppy child of the precious games protagonist I think, and idk maybe I’ll give it a better try in the future, but I wasn’t feelin it. I spent like 30 minutes on a pro bass fishing simulator and couldn’t clear the first level because the fish wouldn’t get close enough to my boat lmao. Sonic and Mario at the Olympic Games was fun until I lost at table tennis to Mario. I’d play it again. But I have work again tomorrow so I gotta go to bed good night. Having to blast my fan and play drawfee on my phone to drown out moms tv again >:(

Ate a pbj for breakfast? Went to work, moved plants around, took my lunch break, went to subway with an expired coupon, ate at home and times it perfectly so I could watch one section of the new drawfee episode, went back to work, made myself sad thinking about the god girl homunculus from fullmetal alchemist, picked dead flowers off the petunias, left a little early, hung out at home, left to go get mom’s medicine, found my dad at the store, followed him around and shopped for a bit, can home to unload everything, talked with him about buying one of the cars from him so it would be under mom’s insurance after the divorce, talked about being able to hang out at dads apparent after we help him move, ate some of the stuff we bought, and now I’m hanging out in bed again. I picked up my Pokémon black save and played a while today which was nice. I think I’m gonna work more in the next few days, be really busy with shit for like a week, and finally have a breather after the 15th. I really need to switch brain gears back into college stuff soon so I can sign up for orientation and figure out finances and shit, but for now it’s midnight and I don’t have to think about it lol

Today was pretty good, but also pretty boring. I played Pokémon all day since I didn’t have work, cooked some hamburger meat, and went on an errand for mom but got the wrong thing so I went out later to buy the right thing. I got spicy chicharrones instead of regular ones oops. On my drive back from getting the right thing, I rolled all my windows down and loved the feeling of driving around right after sunset when the weather was nice but cool, especially after standing in mom’s loud-ass room trying to ask about her bank card. I thought about going back out to aimlessly drive around the park and back, but instead hung out in my kitchen as my cat fell asleep on my lap. I think I’m gonna get paid tomorrow, so that’s exciting :D I probably made a solid couple hundred dollars if I had to guess. Idk what I’m getting paid per hour, but it’s probably ~$10 and I COULD go through my texts again to see how much I’ve worked, but I don’t really wanna lmao. I should just start putting that in my notes app instead...

Just had probably the most involved, longest dream ever?? It was a mix of infinity train and dangenrompa, we were mostly stuck inside my house, one boy left for years to search for supplies, I tried biking along a tail that disappeared into tree roots and a ditch with grass, cried because we had been in the same car for so long I was afraid they were gonna make us kill someone to get past, and at the end we escaped or something and had to fuck up security cameras and get past loopholes and lots of cereal boxes were involved? Idk there’s just so much I don’t remember. I wasn't sure if I had to go to work today, so I sent my boss a text and just kinda hung out. was making  hamburger meat for my mom when my boss called asking me to come in, so I took a shower and worked from 1-5. spent some time at the register, and got way better at checking stuff out :) I learned a couple things, and there was one old lady in particular who was very patient and nice to me while my coworker went to go find a smaller bag of birdseed. when it stopped being busy inside, I went ut to the garden center to help price plants and spent the rest of my shift out there. I got paid too! $9 an hour, 22 hours, $200 in total. hell yeah. not bad, although I literally have no frame of reference on if this Is good or not. after work I went home for a second, then got Hardee’s (or carls jr in the western states). I used a coupon for chicken tenders for me and my sister :) and while I was driving around today, I found myself wishing that everything in life could be as smooth and easy as driving my car through my neighborhood. and then I kinda laughed thinking about how I cried my first time driving on a major road asdjfasjdhf. but seriously I love driving my dad’s silver Volvo!! its so comfy with 4 wheel drive and good petal control, its like always driving on freshly paved roads <3 unfortunately that's the car my dad is taking when he moves into his apartment to use as his full time car instead of his shit-ass blue Volvo, and we’re gonna be stuck with the red Volvo with a really touchy gas pedal and slow break pedal. (idk if you've noticed but we really love old Volvos in this family. they’re all old and boxy as hell and I love em <3 ) then I played Pokemon black and beat the elite 4 and champion in one try with a lot of revives lmao. I was kinda underleveled, right at 48-50 range, same as them. I was angry about stuff and in pain earlier in the shower as I washed my hair, but I dont remember exactly what it was. now I have my soft Spotify playlist going so I can maybe go to sleep soon. oh wait I remember being angry that all I could thin about all day was work, even tho it only takes up a few hours of my day, and then I do nothing all day afterwards. idk it’s just weird.

[welcometojoelsvoid]

46 and a Half

Here’s some WeizelBell fluff no one asked for!

But first the usual stuff…

Title: 46 and a Half

Fandom: IT/Clown oc, I guess???

Characters: Bell the Jester (creator: me) and Weizel (creator: @slushi )

Word count: 1000 (I wanted to make it longer, but burned out :’T )

Warnings/Aditional tags: Just fluff, a little angsty at the end?, no nsfw content in this one :) not even cursing :D (this is a first for me lol), just cute clown/jester bois, also I spend a lot of time just describing things??? Sorry lmao, I tried making plot/story into this hhhhh

Enjoy!!!

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The sound of whistling echoed on the empty streets. It was an erieely quiet afternoon, though Weizel didn’t seem to mind. The clown in question was skipping along the concrete path, a harsh sounding song playing on repeat in his head. He mumbled the words to himself as he came to a stop where the concrete had turned to dirt and the houses were few.

This part of town was worse for wear and full of trash, more or so trash-like people than actual garbage.

The smell was as horrible as the place itself, but that was the least of Weizel’s worries. You see, what the clown was actually looking for was a run down, yet grand house. One of those ones that you’d usually see in very old towns and horror movies.

The outside of the house was as unwelcoming as a mall on Black Friday, it looked like nothing good could possibly happen inside.

Weizel made his way up the barely together stairs to the front door and let himself inside. The inside of the house was a tad nicer, homely even. The walls and furniture were dark wood with rich, golden accents and decorative carvings.

Thin, red silk curtains covered the windows and the big, vine red mat that stretched from one side of the entrance to the other was covered in beautiful patterns.

The place was just as fancy and snobbish as Weizel remembered it, just dirtier and covered floor to ceiling with dust. He could draw smiley faces on the wall and table surfaces if he wanted to, which he did, but for now tried to focus more on the task at hand.

He continued his journey up the way too big staircase. Usually he had to be careful not to slip on the carpet and waxed wood, but all the filth and dead bugs made it easier to stay up right.

Hm, the place sure was extra messy after all these years, more than normally.

Weizel was sure that this time “Sleeping Beauty” would freak out like no other.

It’d be hilarious. He could barely hold in his excitement, but not why you’d think.

Weizel reached the gold accented doors at the end of the hallway and opened the heavy planks of wood, stepping inside the room.

The Grand Bedroom.

Even if Weizel doesn’t much care for the old-timey, fancy bullshit, the Grand Bedroom never seized to amaze him. All the fancy furniture with their decorations and accents, the tall windows with waterfall-like curtains littered in delicate and impressive patterns, the too large bed for even two people with its soft, silk sheets and thick, warm blankets.

It fit the old mansion well, but had just that extra amount of flair to really make it pop and stand out as the diamond amongst the rest.

And there, in the soft silk bed, lied the one he had been looking for.

The one who was so abnormal even in a group of the abnormal.

The one, the only, Bell the Jester.

Weizel’s heart, if you could even call it that, raced. It had been such a long time. Well, for a human yes, but not really for him. Weizel just hated waiting. Each time he felt the years stretch longer and longer as he found himself waiting for it even more and more. He silently creeped closer to the massive pile of blankets and crouched down at one side.

There he was. His upper body barely peaking out under the blankets.

Weizel regarded Bell’s face and his ever so elegant features, which now looked oddly soft compared to his usual annoyed expression. He looked quite funny with his hair sticking out in all directions.

His eyes were wide open still, but Weizel could tell by the slow breathing and deep rumbling sound coming from his chest that he was very much asleep.

His face was as white as ever, the rest of his skin tan and full of freckles and moles. Weizel has multiple times tried to count them all, but it seemed like there were as many as stars in space. His eyes wandered to Bell’s exposed chest and upper arms, his hand reaching out to lightly feel the toned muscles underneath. His hand travelling to Bell’s neck and finally to his face, tracing the angles and bumps. Suddenly, the large hand resting on the bed shot up and grabbed Weizel’s wrist.

Bell’s chest twitched and breathing hitched, signaling his awakening. His lips curled into a smile as his vision cleared.

“Mh… hello, dearest…” He mused, voice husky and rustic. Bell’s hand went from the other’s wrist to his face, gently tracing his face. “Always a pleasurable sight to wake upon…” He noted, more to himself than the person in question.

Before he knew it, Weizel was pulled onto the bed by Bell’s strong arms and then embraced by them. “I do feel a tad tired still… Let’s relax for a while longer, yes?” Weizel didn’t answer, but judging from the way he relaxed again him Bell took is as a yes.

He then pulled the dark red blankets over them both, while Weizel nuzzled into his neck. Bell was always like this when he woke up from his 46.5 year slumber. Weizel quite liked him this way, when Bell was sleep hazed and not thinking straight. Or was this when he showed how he truly felt? Weizel didn’t know for sure, then again he didn’t really care. Now he just wanted to enjoy this.

Before long, they both were breathing steadily, enjoying each other’s warmth and company. Neither of them had said anything for gods know how long. They didn’t need to.

Little moments like this, sweet and free of any sexual tension and suggestion, are rare for them. But each time just as wonderful and dream-like.

Neither of them wanted it to ever end, but both of them knew that it could never continue like this.

Ever.

[bloomyex-art]

Dear dream diary

I had a dream where I was more or less lucid and decided I wanted to have wings ( Just like my character, Leeariel. Because why not? ). I've been memorizing guides and concepts for humans with bird wings as reference so I'd be able to more or less use them more efficiently. It was actually pretty fun! And the dream with the most realistic wings I've had. I could even feel what they felt! It was rad. If humans were to ever get wings I pray for them to never fall on their backs when they're closed tho lmao

Flying was still pretty hard, but I had a decent flight. Though, It would've been nice if I could efforlessly take off and keep myself up ( Contracting back muscles over and over is exhausting, y'all ).

Also. For some reason this one girl that spotted me thought I was a fuckening Pokemon and took her pokeman ( or pokeball? Can't remember which ) out and was like " let's capture it!! " and I was like " wtf I'm not a pokemon?? "

And at some point I was at this dude's house ( I still have no idea what the fuck was going on ) and apparently got me to fill in the informations on some paper?? with my name and my character's age ( He was physically 16 or something ) and then he told me " now all that's left is for u to draw a rainbow right there " and I was like ??? what So. I tried drawing a rainbow in the very tiny corner but couldn't, then turned the page and drew a very ugly one with a horrible-looking sun ( I was trying to depict the way rainbows were made ) but didn't have the time and patience to try and draw a raining cloud on the opposite side so I was like " whatever I'll just.. I don't care what it looks like tbh "

A little while later I skipped to somewhere else in the house?? and I was like " I don't like this place. I want out! " so I ran and phased through walls and ended up in someone's bedroom ( I was alone btw ) and there was a window on the side that looked into the room from this other part of the house??? No idea why they would have  that but anyway. There was another window around the corner of that wall that lead outside and I thought " I could open it and get out there!! " but then remembered that whenever I try to open windows they just do the thing where  there's more and more of them like in those fuckin cartoons with doors. So I got myself ready to go through it but ended up knocking things off ( some of them being porcelain, which make a lot of noise when they break. Also, there was a dude right outside the window that was inbetween the bedroom and that hallway?? or something. I didn't want them to spot me bc I don't trust so easily ) Luckily the objects fell on my back inbetween my wings as I also fell to the floor and I managed to gently roll to the side and use my hands to put them down ( The feeling of rolling on top of one of my wings was AWFUL ) and proceeded to RUN through the wall like a ghost and fly up ( Again, it was pretty hard and I couldn't go very high, but it was better than not being able to fly at all. ) and a lot of people saw me I was in some sort of huge arena place of some sort?? and the mic guy was like " What's that?? That creature's strange! " and I was like... have you guys never fuckin heard of ANGELS? More things happened after that but it wasn't very important so... Yeah. I realized after I woke up that MAYBE I didn't really look like an angel in that dream?? idk I had kind of a dreamistantial crisis and wondered what the fuck I even looked like for them to not know what I was supposed to be.

But anyway yeah that's not all of the dream but I was very excited about it so I decided to write that part down

[fewrebelsarchive]

*cracks knuckles* ok for the char meme thing neveah, jovi, booker, harrison, safiya, & marley thank u gn

ILY i can’t believe u want me dead :) 

for NEVEAH 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: foldin clothes by j.cole & hands to myself by selena gomez the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: orion’s......... i’m emo the game they’d destroy everyone else at: honestly she loves boardgames she’d def crush anyone at clue that’s her shit the emoticon they’d use most often: 😍😍😍 what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: like a goddamn zombie ok the girl lives on caffeine their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: she’s a basic hoe, loves her mocha machiattos how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: she’ll draw herself a nice warm bath and if she’s got some extra cash that week she’ll buy a few bath goodies from lush and just melt her stresses away.... or at least try to??? what they wanted to be when they grew up: she definitely always saw herself being a humanitarian of some sort??? just helping people any way she can their favorite kind of weather: she loves summer 100% thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): it’s decent but nothing really to write home about lmao how/what they like to draw or doodle: she’s def a flower kinda gal, sunflowers are her fav to draw 

for JOVI 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: under the bridge by RHCP, garden grove and santeria by sublime the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: everywhere??? um he’s such a sleepy boy but probably mostly in class, or the library when he’s accompanying matty lmao the game they’d destroy everyone else at: any game regarding film trivia he’s seen literally every movie he’ll crush anyone who even tries to compete against him the emoticon they’d use most often: 🌌 that one for sure what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: he’s def just super groggy and pouty like a giant adult child their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: he likes tea but like spiced tea??? so chai is usually his jam, or like an orange spiced tea??? he fucks w that too how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: he actually gets into “slumps” often when it comes to his photography he feels like it’s not good enough at times but i feel like he just goes over all the things he’s done since he picked up his first camera and the contrast of what he started with to what he’s doing now??? it makes him realize he’s going after photography in the first place what they wanted to be when they grew up: def photographer i feel like it’s always been the one constant in his life their favorite kind of weather: he’s a fan of the whole “birth” and “revival” vibe that comes along w spring, so def that but i also feel like he loves the transition from pastel to earth tones come fall and winter thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): horrible 0/10 would recommend how/what they like to draw or doodle: honestly he doesn’t write much let alone doodle 

for BOOKER 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: icarus by iron maiden, black magic woman by santana the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: probs at the office but lbr he lives there the game they’d destroy everyone else at: again trivia but anything about literature as a whole whether it be classic to modern he’s a fucking Nerd what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: he actually does his best writing when running on no sleep lmao their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: straight black coffee 25/8 boihow they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: ugh when isn’t booker in a slump. only his slumps are called writers block. he’ll usually do something physical like go for a run or utilize his apartment building’s gym and just work out til his brain feels less foggy. either that or he’ll get shit faced and attempt to write, see what comes of it what they wanted to be when they grew up: a writer 100% i feel like he’s always been tellin stories but once he was older he finally was able to share ‘em w the world their favorite kind of weather: he’s rather Sporty like he used to play a ton back in hs and college and his friends and him still play football and soccer on days they’re all off so he def loves spring/summer thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): god no how/what they like to draw or doodle: he just draws lil asterisks he’s not artistic or creative by any means 

for HARRISON 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: feels like summer by weezer & fake plastic trees by radiohead the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: his desk @ work tbh and the bed of his truck bc lbr he loves looking at the stars the game they’d destroy everyone else at: just overall trivia literally any topic he’ll def know about what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: he’s a zombie tbh just silent and trying not to fall asleep while working their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: he’s a child LMAO he loves chocolate milk. even tho it not hot, that’s his jam how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: he’ll drive tbh he always clears his mind on a long drive what they wanted to be when they grew up: an astronaut lmao their favorite kind of weather: fall tbh he likes halloween the Mostthoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): terrible lmao how/what they like to draw or doodle: he prob draws stupid lil atom puns or some shit he’s the Worst 

for SAFIYA 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: impossible by travis scott & deja vu by post malone the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: in class :/ she’s trash the game they’d destroy everyone else at: i feel like she’s good at dominos her dad def taught her how to play when she was SUPER young and never let her forget it what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: she’s a bitch and a half lmfao u don’t wanna cross paths w a sleepy saf their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: she gets a coffee light & sweet, it’s her fav how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: tbh she’ll just detatch herself from society it’s what helps her think clearly what they wanted to be when they grew up: she def wanted to be a SAH mom :/ wit her 2 lil kiddies :/ alas, their favorite kind of weather: spring 100% thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): it’s pretty but she doesn’t sing often, not around ppl anyway how/what they like to draw or doodle: funny lil characters like her cats if they were able to talk and shit lmfafshajskf 

for MARLEY 

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: would it be a cliche to say hotter than hell by dua lipa??? lmao and river by bishop briggs the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to: where DOESN’T she fall asleep honestly???? def as her hook-ups houses hfdjashrj she’s the one night stand that sleeps in longer than u the game they’d destroy everyone else at: cards against humanity......... she has a fucked up sense of humor lmao what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: honestly she just goes back to sleep i s2g even if she has to be somewhere she’s like wow??? suddenly i’m sleeping for 4 more hours their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: caramel flavored coffee is her fav, so like lattes or machiattos are her shithow they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: she honestly gets shit faced lmfao just like she deals w/ everything else what they wanted to be when they grew up: she def wanted to be some kinda powerful ass business woman who made men cry their favorite kind of weather: she’s a hoe for the beach so summer thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): she actually has a super nice voice, even when doing drunk karaoke how/what they like to draw or doodle: she draws inappropriate doodles of ppl she hates lmafdngajksrj