#i havent like ACTUALLY drawn in SO long be nice

[exoticalmonde]

I LIKE HIM SO STUPIDLY MUCH UAOWQOFHIJNIRWG

What a gorgou- gogro- goregs- MAN

[puppyeared]

When you go on walks, what’s your favourite part? Mine is when I find one of the rivers or small streams nearby my house. Or when I get to meet some new dogs- or when the temperature is just warm enough to bask in whilst the trees are rustling because of a strong breeze. Maybe my favourite part is the walk itself, I like walking places. Problem is I always need to have a destination in mind.

the weather is getting nicer so its the best time to go outside and poke around for some new visitors ^_^

[buwheal]

Bro the askers treat spamton so much better on that askblog.

While over here we send him drawings of his joints and tell him "go puppet boy go!"

Honestly I love seeing the difference.

LOLLL they do… and maybe a little bit of that is my fault based on the ones i choose because im really picky with the ones i do answer (being nice to him, in this case) because there are SO many people who are trying to make him feel better, but ultimately they always bring up something or other to remind him of the shit he’s gone or is going through..

..Like,, “so you know how youre always failing and you’re uh… maybe alone with the (physical) things you’re going through? Yeah? Well ive failed too. Sometimes. Hope you feel better after i just reminded you!” Kind of stuff. Obviously im very much exaggerating what people say but YIPPPEESS its like they’re trying to get him to cry or something. I appreciate their efforts and how much the care but damn i dont think that they’re thinking about how that’d sound to him, especially since his immediate thought towards things like that is that its ingenuine.

I think less of Loki’s audience wants to see him suffer. A lot of mine do. LMAO. The difference /is/ funny.

[aaroleswapau]

🌻🎭 long time no swap au .... (thanks for the peeps who sent doodle requests! :0])

what can i say, the people love maya!!!!!!! (very flattered actually shes one of my fave designs i did lol)

and also, thank you all for the very nice words omgg 😭💖💖 i know it's been a while since i've drawn or talked about this au (or used this sideblog in general asksk) but i am always very grateful that you all still enjoy it pftt <33 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶

i've gotten a LOT of asks since the last time i posted here which:

AHHH!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 warms my heart to know that people are interested still ...

AH FUCK I HAVENT ANSWERED ANY OF THEM YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i did gain like, new interests LOL as is evident in my main, so i gotta admit that the brainrot isn't as strong as it used to be! 😔

dw, ill get to answering em, they're in my drafts. i was just waiting for a time that the doodles i drew for the answers would get polished and, well. i just .. hafta get less busy first 😭😭

im gonna drop the latest swap!franziska lore one of these days DFGHD i finally made like a new design for her months ago, just didn't have any polished drawings to show for it but oh well

thanks again for sticking by :'^] i'll revive this sideblog once the brainrot kicks in again asksks <3333333

[kaihuntrr]

one-year anniversary!

HI. oh my goodness can you believe its been a WHOLE YEAR (and a day, im posting this a day later OOPS-) since i started working on this au? i dont think i started working on the chapters until... the -ber months? but the general brainstorming started now and oh my GOD the amount of changes that has happened while working on this au is insane! im absolutely floored with how much people enjoy this au, and while im too busy to be posting art (im doing some personal work!) i have all the time in the world to talk about how much this means to me.

i've written things in the past, but i havent for the LIFE of me worked on such a long project such as this (we're only halfway through act one of FIVE!) and learning and growing with such wonderful betas and partner (ehehe @mewhoismyself hello there) is just so wonderful <3

SO! in order to make this anniversary special, i've decided to post a little cut/practice scene from act two! this couldnt make the cut with what the plot has in mind, but i figured itd be best to have some nice moments with scott and martyn, eh?

OH! and before i go, the next chapter will be posted a day earlier! <3 im going abroad the day after the original chapter posting date, so i need to rest. i think this back half of the fic is gonna be really something <3

anyway, i wont keep you here for longer. i hope you have a fun time reading this, just as much as my partner and i had fun writing this so many months ago <33

Martyn tried to listen as Scott rambled on about what he’d been up to, how nice it had been to see his friends again. He even tried to let the small twist of jealousy at Scott being so happy over seeing someone else wrench his attention back into the moment, but it didn’t work. The face of Pearl kept flashing in the forefront of his mind, her eyes and jagged scar glowing unnaturally under the moonlight. 

“Oh, and…,” Scott continued to ramble on, but Martyn still couldn’t focus. It seemed that Scott had noticed as his voice trailed off and he looked at the blonde with a tilted head. “Martyn…?”

Martyn gave a grumbled response. His mind blocked out the world around him as he pictured brief flashes of the island, the hollow and desolate stares of the people, the wicked laugh coming from Pearl….

Scott sighed. “Martyn….”

Martyn could still feel a slight buzz in his head from where he was hit. How much blood did he lose back there? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was glad to be alive. Glad that he was here, still breathing, like everyone else. Glad that he was–

“Martyn!”

Martyn jerked as Scott’s face was suddenly inches from his own. Scott’s lips were twisted into a pout and his eyebrows were drawn into a scowl. “Huh- sorry, what?”

Scott sighed, letting his head fall forward, “So you weren’t listening to me….”

“No!” Martyn said quickly, throwing his hands up. Panic leapt in his chest, making his heart beat faster. He didn’t want Scott to think he was ignoring him…! “No, I- I’m… I’m sorry…,” he hung his head. “I’m trying to listen- I’m not meaning to ignore you, I just….” Martyn looked down at the sand beneath him. Guilt welled up in his throat. He’d been so eager to see Scott while he was away, and before he’d gotten back, and now that he was actually here… Martyn was ignoring him. He was making Scott feel ignored.

Martyn shook his head, forcing a huge smile onto his face. “So, you said you saw your friends, right? Did you have fun-? Oh, what am I saying, you just said you had fun- haha…,” Martyn scrubbed the back of his head, then straightened up, rolling to his feet. “Hey, do you wanna go see if we can find your bird friend? I bet it’s missed you too!” He pointed towards a path leading up to the forest, “Bet he lives in there somewhere…!”

“Um- Martyn…,” Scott trailed off looking after him.

Martyn took a few steps backwards, away from Scott, and spread his arms, hoping he’d follow. “Or we can go down to the beach! It’s a nice day, it’ll feel great to splash in the water a little.”

“Martyn.”

“Or- oh, we can go see the decorations they’re setting up for the festival down in the center of town. You said you were excited right, so we can-!”

“Martyn!” Scott snapped. 

Martyn stopped.

Scott took the few steps to close the distance between them, laying his hand on Martyn’s arm, then sliding it down to take his hand. He tilted his head, giving Martyn big sad eyes. “Martyn, talk to me…. What’s wrong?”

It was hard for Martyn to not crack under Scott’s gaze. “It’s just…,” he trailed off, trying to put his thoughts into words. He was just engrossed in them a second ago, but now, trying to tell Scott, he couldn’t think of what to say. “I… uh….”

“You’re alright, Martyn,” Scott rubbed his thumb over Martyn’s hand in a small, circular motion. “Take your time.”

A small pause fell over him. Martyn could hear the slow ebbs of the waves before he managed to speak. “I can’t get her out of my mind,” his voice spat with venom. Pearl’s sadistic glee, her manic grin, her ever-looming presence burned in his head. Martyn’s grip unknowingly tightened around Scott until he looked the other in the eye. His grip on Scott lessened as he looked away. “What good can I be to protect you, when I can’t defend myself from one person?”

“Who said I needed protecting?” Scott raised an eyebrow, his tone still soft but with a hint of skepticism as he leaned to the side to catch Martyn’s gaze again. He let out a weak chuckle and moved his other hand to rest on Martyn’s cheek. “Besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

Martyn leaned into the touch, not caring how warm his cheeks felt as Scott’s delicate hand pressed into his skin, lightly grazing over the scar Pearl caused. He closed his eyes as he let out a sigh and drooped his shoulders. “But I want to…,” he muttered. He looked at Scott, his face scrunched with worry. “I don’t want you getting hurt at all, Scott.”

“There’s going to be times where I get hurt, Martyn,” Scott narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand from Martyn’s cheek. Martyn was wide-eyed, only for Scott to hold the hunter’s other hand. “When that happens, all I’d ask is for you to help me get back on my feet.”

Martyn could feel his nerves freeze up at Scott’s warm hold. His gentle stare and concern on his face nearly caused Martyn’s heart to explode. A million things swirled in his mind as the breeze wafted over. “I can’t help it,” he lowered his head, biting his lip. “You should be protected, with all the chaos going around–”

“What chaos?” Scott cracked a smile and shook his head. He shrugged, letting go of one of Martyn’s hands as he gestured around. “All there is to see is you, me, and the beach. Nothing to worry about, right?”

Nothing to worry about for now, but so many things could happen in the blink of an eye. Martyn could practically hear the sound of the sea princes’ ringing in his ears, the one from his dreams laughing as its mouth opened wide to swallow Scott as he screamed-.... 

No. Martyn needed to be prepared for anything, so nothing bad could ever happen to the people he cared for. Nothing. Never again. 

“I still want to fight for you,” his voice was barely a whisper in the wind, cracking a bit from the emotions that crawled up the back of his throat. But seeing Scott’s attentive look, with the slight tilt of his head, Martyn knew he could hear him. “Can I at least do that?” he pleaded. He needed to-. He needed to. 

“You may,” Scott nodded, giving him a small smile. Then his eyes narrowed as a smirk crept onto his lips. “So- I’d like to see how you fight.”

Martyn opened his mouth to respond- just in time for a woosh of breath to leave him as his back hit the ground. Martyn gasped, blinking for several seconds as he tried to figure out he’d gotten laid flat out on his back… with a certain ginger pinning his shoulders to the sand.

“Yikes…,” Scott teased, his eyebrows rising, complimenting the wide grin on his face.

Martyn sputtered, his face immediately flushing beat red. “I wasn’t ready! Sneak- sneak attack…!”

Scott laid one arm across his chest, propping his other elbow on top of it and laying his cheek in his hand. “Most things will take an opportunity for a sneak attack, when presented with one.” He kicked his feet in the air, as if he was lounging on a couch reading a book. 

Martyn flushed all the way to his ears. “Redo!”

Scott leaned his head down, smiling at Martyn in a way that was almost sickeningly sweet. “Are you waiting for a written invitation?” 

Martyn grabbed Scott by the shoulders and surged upwards, knocking the ginger off of him. Scott laughed as he slipped his grip, ducking under one of Martyn’s arms to wrap his arms around Martyn’s torso. 

Before Martyn’s brain could fully process that, Scott had rolled Martyn over top of him and planted him flat on his back again. 

Working on instinct more than pre-thought, Martyn wrapped his arms around Scott’s shoulders and kicked off the sand. He knocked his thigh against Scott’s hip, bumping him off balance just enough to send them rolling over again.

But Scott didn’t end up on his back underneath Martyn. 

Somehow, mid flip, he’d slithered around Martyn’s torso, ducking his arm again and getting outside of his hold. Martyn ended up with his face in the sand and a knee pressed between his shoulders, shoving him down further.

Martyn was about to push himself up with his arms, using his strength advantage to throw Scott off of him, but Martyn froze when he felt something sharp curl around his throat. 

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even swallow. He could barely even breathe. 

Suddenly the sharp points of crescent bladed scythes were touched against his neck so delicately. Suddenly the sharp claws of a hungry beast wrapped around his throat, pricking the skin above his jugular. One wrong move and she’d slid his throat. One wrong breath and the beast would tear him to ribbons.

A figure above him bent down to whisper in his ear. 

“I win!” Scott chirped brightly. He laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from where he’d curled them around Martyn’s throat. “You really do need more practice. Though I’d be happy to oblige…,” his voice turned sing-songy as he plopped back on the sand, his arms holding him up.

Martyn slowly pushed himself upwards, staring down at the sand where his face had been in utter bafflement. Why had that felt-? Why was he-? Why was his heart beating so fast? Why… did he feel like he’d just been hunted…?

“That- that uh…,” Martyn stammered, not really sure what he wanted to say. “You’re a lot better fighter than I thought you’d be.” He turned his head to look at Scott, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees.

“I know,” Scott smiled widely, tipping his head back and forth, “Do I impress you, Martyn?” He smiled and hummed teasingly, his eyes narrowed in a joyful satisfaction. 

“Always,” he breathed, a lot more genuine and heartfelt than he’d meant to. Scott’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Martyn felt his face flush and he looked down at the sand. Well, he was in this far. “I think you’re amazing.” 

“Thank you…,” Scott said with a shy little smile. A light hint of red dusted his cheeks. He looked… really nice like that.

Martyn shook his head, roughly clearing his throat. “Well um, as- as fun as this was… I was actually referring to- to my gun combat more than my hand-to-hand.”

“Uh huh,” Scott answered with a small smirk, not sounding like he believed him. “Well, maybe I could help you with that as well.” 

“You know how to use a gun?” Martyn asked, more than a little shocked. How… how much did he really know about Scott?

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked to the side, then looked back at Martyn. “Noooo…?” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. He sighed, rolling his eyes a bit, “To be honest I thought you were still flirting, not that that was a serious question. And now, well… I’m just embarrassed.”

“Oh.” Martyn tried to hide his sigh of relief. It was one thing to just not know that Scott was a capable fighter -he was a tavern keeper who dealt with rowdy drunks all the time, Martyn honestly should have expected it- but it was another thing to not know that Scott was a trained gunman. For some reason they felt different. Martyn felt a grin split his face. “Would-... would you like me to teach you…?”

“Teach me what?” Scott’s eyebrows pinched together for a brief moment, then shot up towards his hairline, “How to use a gun?”

“Yeah,” Martyn grinned, “It’ll be like the time I was taught!”

“When were you taught?” Scott tilted his head.

“I think I was… seven? My parents knew I wanted to be a hunter, so they taught me,” Martyn hummed, looking out at the beach. He could remember the eagerness in his voice when he asked his parents to teach him. He only knew of the dangers through them and the people he lived around, but he knew his heart was calling out to the sea more than anything else.  “I needed practice, like everyone else, but I’m a natural. A crack shot, they’d told me!” He laughed. Shooting a target from far away was much easier than fighting with swords or his bare hands. 

Scott blinked, processing Martyn’s words. He slowly turned his head to Martyn, eyes widening in shock as all sense of his playfulness dropped. “You were a child when you learned how to use those?”

“Yeah…? I wanted to be a hunter, Scott, so I learned early.” Martyn looked at Scott and shrugged, feeling the ginger’s gaze on his skin felt… different. Martyn learned how to use guns to be a hunter, not to– oh. Was Scott thinking Martyn would…? Martyn shook his head and raised his hands up. “But I can’t shoot a person. A sea monster is easy because they’re big and stupid, but a person…?”

Scott had a judgemental look on his face as it scrunched up. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on it as he sighed. “Ending a person’s life is hard, and I’m happy you haven’t shot anyone, but…,” he trailed off. Martyn leaned closer to Scott as he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a little concerning?”

“What’s concerning?”

“You learned how to shoot things, how to kill things, as a kid,” Scott looked away, gripping his arms tighter as he watched the waves flow in and out. “Every life has a purpose; from you, to me, and even the beasts in the ocean.”

Martyn narrowed his eyes. Exactly what purpose could those monsters serve? Being ocean terrors? An effective way to kill humans and destroy ships? To bring fear in the hearts of children? To kill Ren- Jimmy? Why were there monsters in the ocean? Why should there be? 

“They’re monsters, Scott.” Martyn hissed, anger rising in his voice.

“They’re animals,” Scott hissed back, his face pinching into an expression that was almost pained. “They’re just animals….” 

“They’re heartless, cruel, and always starving.” Martyn huffed, pulling out his gun to examine it under the sunlight. Horrible beasts. Disgusting monsters. Murderers. “They’re such horrible, unnatural beasts that every mechanic in the world works to develop better guns and weapons to kill them all.” 

He didn’t fully notice the way Scott shied away from the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky you don’t need to leave the kingdom to see those ugly things,” Martyn spat.

“Ugly…,” Scott grumbled, turning his head away, like he was offended by the notion. “Well, I’m sure most of them would think the same about you.”

Martyn blinked, giving Scott a double take. Ugly…? 

Scott let out a sigh as he stretched and uncurled his legs and arms to stretch out in front of him. He picked up a small handful of sand and watched it fall through his fingers. “Every life is precious, every life is running on limited time. I’m not an idiot. I know things die. But there’s no reason to cut it shorter than it needs to be. ” He smiled wistfully, tossing the rest of the sand forward. “The sea is… scary, but maybe if you had an open mind, you’d see there’s more to it than monsters.”

Martyn followed Scott’s gaze and stared. Was there anything more to them? Surely not. The fondness in Scott’s voice was hard to believe- but the man has never even seen any beast to Martyn’s knowledge. The fond tone that Scott spoke about those- those monsters with… it honestly made Martyn angry. Those monsters took away the people he cared about. The people he loved. People he cherished. Jimmy, Ren… and so many other innocent people lost their lives to the sea, Lizzie’s parents…. The ocean took all of them, and there was nothing to blame but the monsters that infested it.

“They’re monsters, nothing more than that,” he spat, emotions in his chest wrenching into a tight knot that made it hard to breathe. He swung his arm out to the side, bringing his gun up in front of his chest as he rose to his knees, almost looming over Scott. “I know what they are, Scott, and I know I’m doing all that I can to protect you and the rest of the kingdom from the beasts that would just as quickly swallow you whole as they would crush you into pieces!”

“There’s no need for you to be so hostile about it,” Scott snapped at Martyn, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare that felt like icy daggers stabbing into Martyn’s face. Scott stood up and brushed all the sand from his clothes with a sigh. “I understand.” He walked closer to the water, just enough for the waves to lap against his shoes and tightened his fist, as if preventing to lash out.

Martyn blinked. “Was I-?” he muttered to himself. 

He looked out at Scott standing in the surf. He looked… sad. The guilty feeling in his chest built up once more. 

All of a sudden, Martyn remembered just how happy Scott looked with his birds fluttering around him, with the canary nuzzling his palm. Oh-. Scott was an animal lover…. No wonder he-.

Martyn was messing everything up. First he’d ignored him, and he was pushing Scott away by getting angry. Martyn quickly stood up and ran across the beach towards Scott, “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry–”

Scott turned to look at him, a flat expression on his face.

Martyn felt his heart twist, “I- I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to make you feel….”

“Upset?” Scott supplied.

“Yeah…,” Martyn bowed his head. His hand twitched out, reaching for Scott’s but giving up and retreating before he could take it. Martyn turned his head away and bit his lip. “I-... I made you-....”

Scott stepped closer and held out his hand. “No need for that, silly hunter,” he smiled sweetly. Martyn took it almost immediately, surprising them both. Scott let out a chuckle and bumped his shoulder next to Martyn’s. “I’m not mad,” Scott said softly. Martyn believed him. He looked… sad instead. 

“I don’t want you to–”

“You’re just fine.” Scott assured him with a smirk. “It takes a lot more than a simple disagreement to make me actually upset. We’re okay, right?” 

Martyn bashfully nodded, resulting in a wide smile from Scott. Was he… really okay? Or was he just hiding how he felt? For Martyn’s sake? Martyn hoped it was the former. 

Scott put a hand on his chest, giving Martyn’s hand a small squeeze. “Just… try to keep an open mind, alright? The world can be… stranger than you might think.” He smiled a little bashfully, “I might have- a surprise or two… to share, eventually.”

“Like how you can kick my butt in hand to hand?”

Scott’s face split into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up with laughter. “Just like that.”

Martyn felt himself smiling, a laugh escaping him as he squeezed Scott’s hand. Yeah, they were okay.

[marauder-exe]

Love in the Time of Zombies (1)

Pairing: Glenn Rhee x Reader

Words: 722

Synopsis: Glenn stumbles into a young woman searching for supplies

No warnings. This is part one of a series im creating. Be kind, i havent written in years. Let me know what you think.

The tin can dropped to the floor with a sharp sound. She winced as it echoed through the aisles of the store. She didn't dare to move a muscle, fearing the sound had drawn the attention of walkers. She felt as though this supply run might not end up being worth her while. Just as she slowly moved to pick up the can off of the floor, a figure whipped around the corner of the aisle. She almost shrieked but knew better than to create more noise than she already had. She looked up at the figure, holding a gun right at her head. However, when he noticed all the cans in her hand, he seemed nervous and retracted his gun.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry, I thought you were a walker." He blurted out, his hand grazing the back of his neck. "'s alright, I would've done the same thing if I had heard you" She laughs slightly, trying to calm her racing heart. He chuckled in response, eyeing her arms full of different cans and boxes. "Supply run?" He questions. She looks down at her arms and laughs, she must look so ridiculous right now. This small girl, carrying her own weight in long-life tins of beans. "Yes actually, the house I'm stowed away in doesn't have much left, I thought I'd replenish my stock, are you doing the same?" Although his arms are empty, he carries a large backpack that one could only assume is for supplies.

"Yes, I'm the usual runner for my camp, just outside the city, Are you holed up by yourself in the city?" If he was honest, he was just happy to stumble upon a new face, being around the same people for so long can become grating, but he would never tell them that. "Yeah." She looks down to the floor. "I never found a group to merge with when this all started, so it's just been me and my trusty baseball bat for the past few months." She seemed sad. He thought he would be too if he had been alone for this long. He glances behind her and sees a beaten-up baseball bat lying against one of the shelves. Not the weapon he would choose, but it seems to be working for her. It may have been her big, shining eyes, the way she looked up at him, or just how resourceful she looked. But he soon found himself inviting her to join him on his way back to camp.

"Would you like to come back to our camp?" He questioned nervously. She looked up from what she was searching for on the shelves. Glenn could see immediately how her demeanor changed. Her eyes shined with joy and a newfound hope. Something he hasn't seen in a long time. "Are you being serious?" A smile erupted on her face as she bounced with joy like a child on Christmas. He was slightly taken aback by her immediate change of character, but he welcomed it nonetheless. "Y-Yeah of course! It's always nice to have new faces helping around the camp. Im Glenn, By the way." She put down her belongings and reached out to shake his extended hand. "Well Glenn, consider me your new best friend because I am so in!" She jumped up and down like an excited child. Her happiness was contagious as a smile filled Glenn's face. "Do you want to finish gathering your supplies and we can go on our way?" She nodded in agreement, scrambling the things she had collected into her backpack.

She wandered around the store, picking up a few more things as she went along. This was the first time Glenn fully took her in. She looked rough around the edges, but that was to be expected. Her hair flowed down her shoulders as if she had just washed it yesterday. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, her waist lined with some sort of tactical belt, adorned with knives and utilities. A well-prepared girl indeed. She bounded back over to him, her backpack full, with a smile on her face. "Are you ready to go?" She questioned, snapping Glenn out of his thoughts. He smiled back at her, holding his arm out for her to grab. "Let's go." And off they went.

[some-mari-thoughts]

im ootl, whats up with the manga? i havent been reading

Nice! Probably its best u dont

From ok to bad:

Events have been rearranged to unknown extent to adapt to faster pace.

We start with the christmas memory dream instead of headspace, and we are introduced to everyone that way. The dream is very very short.

We then go to start 3 days left skipping the phobia fight for its unneeded at this point, and see kel, basil and aubrey (no mention of their friend groups)

Sunny freaks out and leaves to white space right upon ending Aubrey fight (after seeing a photo of Mari) and thats where we meet mari properly

That said, Mari. In the dream/memory she is introduced via visual horror, stress rising as soon as she comes into frame and when we see her face it is already kinda terrifying! Her name and sight alone continues to scare sunny into panic for the entirety of chapter. Almost as if he is scared of her rather than anything else

We dont feel any easier as we meet Dream Mari either because she sneakily guilt trips us about taking too long and making her wait

Sunny is treated a bit better but he is freaking out almost the entire time we see him and his reactions seem a bit misplaced. I am also pretty sure he doesn't even get to throw up the steak. He does get several gay tension moments which shippers are extatic about but for me doesnt make it literally any at all better or easier. Just raises my brow higher. Seems like its the only place where manga will have any success. The sunburn lovers are also happy bc in the dreamworld omori gets to help aubrey out instead of kel

Other events have been slightly changed. We start with not seeing any of the hooligans which leaves us with aubrey alone. So she alone is doing a lot more bullying than she originally was doing. Then she also focuses on bullying sunny alone and verbally hitting where it'll hurt, also reminding him that mari is dead here instead of church (which causes him to collapse and then slice her with the knife)

What does not help is the artist consistently fails to make a good line of motion or guide the viewers eye where it needs to go, so 90% of people will first miss that 1 - aubrey doesnt hit basil in the head with her bat, but trips him instead; 2 - she then seemingly misses at kel and aims to hit sunny straight across with the bat; 3 - Easily missable detail that sunny stops freaking out as he handles the knife, either bc of smth abt him or bc of omori (unclear, sunny is the one drawn there), 4 - Sunny looks like he is trying to kill Aubrey; 5 - Unclear who is panicking and thinking "no" as Sunny readies the knife

The manga is not at all beginner friendly and in theory can only be enjoyed by a member of the fandom. Well. It fails at that too bc only very specific ppl will be actually happy abt this retelling. (Shippers. And another subset of ppl who are there for different reasons)

The artstyle is making anyone with good internet background tense and for good reason too (shotacon/CP classic artstyle) People have spoken out about more evidence to the manga's artist drawing messed up things (including for OMORI fandom) not too long ago. Omocat's rep is once again in shambles and i cant and wont defend her til we get a goddamn good explanation

[exiledelle]

FINE i tried to draw the dumb silly missingno pun au i joked about in a response to one of @thatsafuckeduptale's posts

not Completely sold on the design or the little notes atm, but its the best i could come up with that wasnt either Goner/Follower Noelle, Noelle But With Error!Sans palette, or Incomprehensible Blob... also no clue if im ever actually going to do anything with this au considering i havent touched my uty au in a while but i guess we'll see.. some elaboration on my current thoughts though:

- her name would probably not be written as Missing!Noelle since the entire thing is the pun, i personally prefer MISSINGNOelle but i think any capitalization is fine as long as its one word

- IF i did anything with her itd still be a half joke au on my side, partly cuz im not super into creepypasta/internet horror stuff enough to take it seriously

- sketch says she can use dark world spells but im imagining theyd be more static-y than ice, both for a "digital snow" joke, and as a Somethings Wrong (think bugs bunny from scoob and shag, if you know)

- alternative to the static is corrupted sprites, static was just easier for me to imagine and figure out how to draw

- she may not be malicious but she CAN accidentally destroy universes through her powers if it feels wrong enough to her, like a swap or fell universe (if shes going to be an error equivalent she may as well be potentially dangerous, for the bit)

- still blacks out like with snowgrave when she does go into universe destroying mode though, from her perspective she just suddenly wakes up back "out of bounds", never aware of what happened

- she CAN still be nice and cheerful, shes not overly depressed or anything, she just gets unsettled over being Backrooms'd and hasnt fully grasped the whole alternate universe thing just yet, thinking everyones being replaced including herself

- also her original universe Probably isnt actually destroyed, she just doesnt know how to get back, and with so many variations its hard to tell exactly which ones hers (and because she doesnt fully grasp the concept of aus and thinks its just a silly theory, shes not going to be able to answer "what was your universe like")

ngl though im still surprised the sketch came out the way it did, i havent drawn in. years pretty much. it could be a lot better but for how wildly unpracticed i am, im satisfied. now if only i could do digital art...

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode Drabbles

tw: vague intoxication, (sort of) non-con kissing (very vague, i skipped out on the gritty details because they make me uncomfortable : / )

wanna read the extended fic? here’s the table of contents!

⚠️ THIS IS NOT PART OF BENTLEY’S MAIN STORYLINE, THIS IS WHERE ASTEN WAS IN THE FIRST HALF OF CHAPTER ELEVEN.

IF YOU HAVENT READ CHAPTER ELEVEN ALREADY, PLEASE READ IT FIRST.

SUNDAY -- JULY 22 -- 3:01AM

WHEN HE AGREED TO PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN WITH ALL FIFTY-SEVEN PEOPLE AT THE PARTY, HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY EXPECT THE GAME TO LAST LONG ENOUGH TO REACH HIS TURN.

The closet door closed with a deafening clack.

Asten would be a filthy liar if he said his heart wasn't hammering out of his chest. Of all the other girls in the drawing (there had to be, like, twenty, at least), of course she would be the one who's name was drawn alongside his. It was just his luck, really -- although he couldn't actually decide whether that luck was good or bad. 

The closet in Mason's parent's bedroom was huge. So big there was an island in the center that seemed to house only jewelry. He glanced around the room anxiously, and the whole thing felt both huge and excruciatingly small at the same time... although he guessed it could've been the alcohol that was coursing through his body making it feel that way. He'd never drank so much in his life -- he was starting to feel like a lightweight when pitted against Valor and Rockie, who both showed zero signs of being effected by the copious amounts of alcohol the three of them had consumed since the night began. It was even worse that he decided to do it on an empty stomach. It had only taken about ten minutes for him to start mixing up his left and right.

"Well?"

He turned on his heel, green eyes locking onto hers. Georgia was staring at him with her big brown eyes, and she flipped some of her braids behind her head with a dorky little smile on her face. She wasn't wearing her overalls anymore, but a dress, black with a tall neck and little ruffles on the sleeves, and she had a face of natural makeup on that made her look... perfect. Though he thought the alcohol may have been adding a little more airbrushing to pretty much everything... but especially her.

"Well?" He forced out, averting his eyes to some of the clothes hanging past her head.

"You're not gonna do anything?" She questioned, her eyes seemingly picking him apart like a machine. He very nearly felt everywhere her irises touched. "Every other time you've been around me, you've been gobsmacked. Not so pretty up close?"

Asten felt his face heat up, and he fake scratched his nose in an attempt to cover it, at least for a second. If he were being honest, she was way too pretty up close. 

"I thought this game was... just for their suspense," He answered cooly, gesturing to the door. Turning away also gave his face another second to return to its natural color.

Georgia snickered from behind him. "Well, it is. But that doesn't have to be all it's for." 

He glanced back at her quickly, and she had a smug little smile on her face that made him want to punch something really solid. 

He must've sounded like a doofus when he muttered: "What?"

Georgia laughed at him -- and he was sure it wouldn't have sounded so nice if he wasn't already drunk. He couldn't decide if he liked it or not; the lack of control. The way the beer fogged his mind and made it hard to see things like logic, sense. The way it blurred his sense of judgement like a scrambling frequency on a tracking radar.

"C'mon, don't tell me you haven't thought about it at least once. I know a sucker when I see one,"

He couldn't even process the words that were coming out of her mouth, because she was moving toward him. In the blink of an eye, she'd put her arms around his neck and was staring up at him with her huge doe eyes that made it so very hard to breathe. He went about as stiff as a rod of iron, all attempts at keeping his face cool fleeing instantaneously when he felt his cheeks erupt into a bright tomato-red.

He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Georgia smiled up at him. "No one has to know -- that's the name of the game."

He breathed in, and then out, still managing to look past her despite her alarming proximity. Every semblance of common sense seemed to fade into the backdrop with the clothes that were hanging there. "We're drunk."

"You're drunk. I'm perfectly sober," She said with a snicker. "I drink this good old thing called water."

Even then, Asten watched her gaze fall to his mouth, and for some reason, he didn't like it.

"I've never..."

"You're wasting time," She chided in a sing-song tone. Asten blinked once, twice, her face coming into sudden focus in front of him -- really close to him. His heartbeat was so loud.

He took a few steps back, carefully pushing her arms away from their places around his neck. "Sorry, I just... I don't think I'm... I mean, I just met you, really, and I've never really... I guess I just..." 

He sighed heavily at how stupid he must've sounded, running a hand through his blue hair as he stepped back to force some space between them. With the alcohol, his powers, and the fact that he was closed in a closet with the closest thing he'd ever had to a crush, he had to be running at least a hundred and ten degrees. "I don't think I..."

Georgia took a step back, a flash of something like hurt ripping across her painfully beautiful features. "Okay." She started, blinking a few times. "But you're really cute when you ramble."

Stunned into silence, time and space seemingly nonexistent, Asten stood, dumbfounded. He was what when he what?

"I don't... ramble," He muttered, his words slurring in a way that kind of freaked him out, given he knew what they were supposed to sound like. He crossed his arms over his chest lightly, staring at a pair of boots that were on a shelf behind her. He really wondered what color his face was, because it felt like billion degrees.

Georgia laughed at him again, the same sound that made his heart beat just a little faster, that made her face seem to glow even though the closet lights were dim. 

"You're so pretty,"

He closed his mouth tightly as soon as he'd said it, hoping that maybe she hadn't heard him. He'd never felt more out of control than he did now, under the impression of, how much beer? He wasn't sure, but it was enough to destroy the filter he kept over his words and thoughts. Something writhed in the back of his mind -- a little Bruce Wayne, maybe, telling him to get out of the situation while he still could.

She must've heard him, though, because it seemed to be the last straw on the camel's back. One second, her eyes had drifted down to his lips again, and the next, she had grabbed him by the face and her mouth collided with his.

He jumped, but didn't move far enough to actually break away from her. For a solid five seconds, he didn't do as much as breathe as everything from elation to sheer panic flooded his veins. Logic made another quick appearance when the realization that he shouldn't be doing this materialized in his head.

He pulled away from her, taking a breath. "Stop, I don't-"

I don't want to. No, he didn't, but he did, and he was, because she didn't give him time to finish talking. Her hand was in his hair, but there had never been a hand in his hair like that, in a situation like that, in a place like that, and he wanted to pull away. But he didn't, instead he let her, bringing his hands up to hover in the air on either side of her. He'd never kissed anyone before.

His hands caught on fire.

Georgia pulled away just quick enough to look at them and laugh again. His heart had to have been ripping a hole in his ribcage by now, little tiny figurines of every Wayne in the entire family battling to win over his mind, telling him to stop. But he didn't want to stop, and that was scary -- because he wasn't in control of what he wanted anymore. He wanted to leave. He wanted to go back to his room and sleep off the beer. He wanted to shove her away and pretend it never happened. But she was smiling in his face and the fire was making her glow in such an ethereal way.

She kissed him again. 

He kept his hands far away from them, subconsciously extremely aware of the seven minute timer ticking down somewhere, of the fact that he shouldn't have allowed himself into that situation in the first place. Excruciatingly aware that Bruce Wayne was probably awake at the Manor wondering what he was up to. Terrifyingly aware that Georgia's hands were wandering and that it kind of made him want to vomit. 

He tried to move away, but his back thudded softly against what had to be shelving, and he couldn't push her off because he'd set her on fire. She had clearly done things like that in the past, which made him feel a sudden, new level of gross and violated and disgusting because he didn't know how many people she'd made out with before him. He wasn't sure how kissing someone so pretty could feel so bad, but it did. 

He didn't want to do this, but he was doing it. He didn't want to be there anymore. He wanted his common sense to come back, but it stayed agonizingly out of reach -- all the parts of him that said to push her anyway, that this wasn't okay, that he'd blatantly told her to stop and she hadn't. All the logic in the world seemed at his fingertips, but floating just deep enough in the alcohol fog that he couldn't think clearly enough to see through.

He attempted to sidestep her, but failed miserably because he was pinned between her and whatever was behind him. She didn't seem to realize the level of uncomfortable that was radiating from him, or maybe she didn't care, maybe he wasn't making it obvious enough. He tried moving his head away but her head just came with it. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he didn't want to do this. He silently willed his hands to stop burning so he could get her off, but they didn't. He couldn't make himself do anything.

Two loud knocks at the door were what finally jolted his senses back into him. 

"Hey -- times up." Came a voice through the door. It had been seven minutes?

That seemed to smack everything back into place, because the flames engulfing his hands died down to nothing, and he was finally able to grab her shoulders and force her away. 

Silence, staring, and bated breathing was all that ensued. Georgia's expression -- which had started out as a smile but was now falling -- seemed to change as she looked at him. "Asten?"

He took a minute to breathe, bringing one of his hands up to brush anxiously through his hair. Every part of him suddenly felt wrong, vile, nasty, and he took to staring at the shelves behind her. 

"I told you to stop," He muttered almost inaudibly, physically unable to make his voice any louder. "I... I didn't-"

"You didn't stop," She cut him off, her expression contorting into one of confusion. "You were obviously turned on, your hands caught fire! You were kissing me back all on your own!"

The use of that phrase turned on made him feel even more disgusting than he already did. She was right, he had kissed her. He wanted to -- a part of him, anyway. At first. But now...

"You can't blame me when you were doing it, too!" She whispered with a sense of urgency, something like fear surfacing in her eyes. 

He couldn't even seem to make sense of everything that was swirling around inside of him. In addition to feeling like the dirtiest creature on planet earth, things like guilt, shame, and anger also made an appearance. She was right, she wasn't entirely to blame; but he had been trying to get her off. He did tell her to stop. Where was the line? 

Why did everything feel wrong?

"Just for the record-" Georgia started, grabbing one of the black jackets from a shelf behind him and using it to wipe at his mouth. Did he have lipstick on him? "-you're one hell of a kisser."

That didn't make him feel any better.

She dropped the jacket in the floor and kicked it under a stool. "Turn off the dramatics and get out of the room before they think you're crawling down my throat." 

So he did. He summoned every little bit of willpower into forcing himself to be as nonchalant as possible as Georgia opened the closet door, and he followed her out, back into the bedroom where every member of the party was circled up in the floor.

"Well?" Valor snickered, throwing his hands up. "Did sparks fly?"

Asten opened his mouth, but Georgia was the one who spoke. "Oh yeah," She deadpanned, in a way that made Valor's suggestion sound absolutely ludicrous. "Because I'd want to put my mouth on that."

The venom, the tone change, the sheer disgust that emanated from her statement made Asten's stomach turn. Everyone in the room seemed to shift when she said that, a few chuckling, like they really believed her. They really believed the lies pouring from between the lips that, mere moments ago, Asten had to physically force off of his own.

"Plus, I think the alcohol is getting to him. He's looking kind of green,"

All eyes were on him, and suddenly, he did sort of want to hurl. The beer inside of him seemed to be churning into something volatile, hot, like lava. His skin seemed to burn everywhere she'd touched -- his mouth, various places across his back and shoulders that she'd traced with her fingertips, his scalp where she'd been lacing her fingers into his hair, his jawline where she'd grabbed his face. She said something else -- he didn't hear it -- that finally seemed to set the room at ease.

"Dude, you okay?"

His eyes flicked up, meeting with Valor's gray ones, who was standing in front of him now. He wasn't sure when he'd gotten there, but the older boy looked concerned. Asten couldn't help the little voice in the back of his head that kept telling him everyone knew exactly what he did.

Asten cleared his throat, bringing a hand up to rub at his forehead in an attempt to make sense out of anything. "Not feeling too good."

"Yeah, I can tell," Valor replied with a smirk, moving to his side and looping one of his huge wings around Asten's shoulders. "You did good, though. Drank way more than me at my first party, and lasted about an hour longer. Let's get you back to your redheaded roommate, yeah?"

Asten didn't even look at the rest of the group as he and Valor passed, just stared down at the floor instead. 

"I'm impressed," Valor muttered when they were out of earshot, scanning Asten with his gray irises as they worked their way out of the massive house. "I don't think any guy here could say no to Georgia if we were locked in a room alone with her. Good on you. I think Rockie would lose his shit if the new kid, of all people, kissed his girlfriend."

Asten nearly gagged. (Much to his luck, Valor was convinced it was the alcohol.)

Georgia had said nothing about Rockie.

And she'd made out with Asten anyways.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld ❤️

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[amourcherie606]

miraculous redesign? rewrite??? idk?? call me silly if u will, but ive like already redesigned the entire main cast 💀 i just havent drawn all of them digitally yet the miraculous brainrot is real!! anyway, the "theme" or "goal" with this is basically if i designed the miraculous characters. they are gooberbingafied if u will

marinette dupain-cheng ; aspiring fashion designer whos quite awkward and nice. shes considers herself the background character and hasn't really had any friends until college, where she meets her wonderful bff alya! takes inspiration from gabriel agreste brand but deff doesn't like how monochromatic his fashion is.

adrien agreste ; a free spirit finally free from cold home, he attends a public education at long last, an art college. he is a complete awkward mess who is very friendly! and naive. very. but his buddys nino and chole has been showing him the ropes of socialization so he'll get it one day, maybe. hes still discovering his own style and personal thing tho. BONUS DOODLES!!! Chole and Lila ideas!! im not sure what to do yet with Lila but Chole! Shes deff still gonna be Queen Bee and is deff a mean girl but like, shes just kinda a rich kid whos never been told off for her actions like ever ever. no ones ever just thought to sit her down and talk, only encouraging her behavior. so she stays a meanie bee UNTIL her superhero crush tells her off and POOF shes changing alright. shes not a 100% nice bean but chole isnt an complete ass

i'll make a separate post for my ladybug and chat noir designs but im literally up for any suggestions or asks abt this!! if ur interested!! <33 i love doing this actually its so silly n fun!!

[mihohonemarurp]

Miho's backstory and character information/intro

This post is entirely OOC and there are trigger warnings for it and the rest of the blog in general, those being of bullying, abuse, child neglect, attempted murder of a child and a lot of talks of medical stuff. of course all these issues will be treated seriously and respectfully by me, while unlikely if any jokes are made about this in character please know that it is not me treating the topics like jokes. If any of this is triggering you don't have to read, it will all be under a read more section.

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Character ref images:

sorry for not having a real full drawn ref! i havent made one yet :c

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Ever since she was a young child Miho was very weak, being in and out of hospitals since she was a toddler which caused her parents to slowly resent her as she cost them so much money. this got worse until, one night her parents tried to suffocate her because she had become too much effort and money for them.. of course this lead to her being put in a child care program and while there her life was hell, as a lot of the other children there used her as a punching bag, especially the older boys who would hurt her the most, finding it funny as she got hurt far easier than anyone else and couldn't fight back even if she tried.. some people did care about her, but most didn't as she was unable to do most things without getting tired or sick..

While she was kept alive and technically taken care of, the staff at the place she stayed were awful, with them not having the proper money or care to actually be able to help her, and several simply didn't bother with Miho in the first place, figuring that she was going to die anyways and it wasn't there problem to help her.. others did take care of her, but her complaints about being hurt, were left alone, "she was just being sensitive" they said.. and she didn't have the heart to fight back, she didn't want to cause problems.. after all her parents had already grown to hate her.. and she didn't want it to happen again.. she'd rather just disappear than that..

There was one time where the abuse went too far, with one of the boys hurting her so badly that one of her ribs broke and pierced her lung.. after that she was rushed to the hospital, where as they were treating her they found far more things wrong with her body, with one of the nurses wondering how she'd even survived this long.

Since then she's been stuck in a hospital, never being able to leave or make friends that stayed around, with the few she did make always leaving the hospital after a while.. her treatment is expensive, so she's had to pick up something to do to make money, so she's picked up poetry, which people pay her enough money for either because they like it, they want her to write something for them, or sometimes they want to actually see her read it live, which the hospital rarely allows much to her disappointment.

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Alright other details time! First her quirk!

Dove: Fairly self explanatory, she's able to do most things a dove could, with the exception of flying, as her body isn't strong enough to have her grow proper wings. her quirk is also the cause of the bird wings she has in place of her ears, she can still hear out of them about as good as normal ears tho.

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General Info about her and what to expect when interacting

Miho's info: She's 22/23 (22 at the start of the series, and around the middle of the series she turns 23), she's a demigirl and uses she/they, she's biromantic and demisexual, and her favorite hero is Hawks.

When interacting

Miho isn't great at talking with people, she's generally a bit odd and nervous as she doesn't really talk with people outside of the hospital staff, however she will try to talk with anyone, even villains as she's not super aware of a lot of stuff that's happened with them

she gets attached to people very quickly if they're nice to her, and doesn't fully understand a lot of how she's supposed to feel about things

they don't like speaking about their past unless they're close to someone, and speaking about what she's been through is generally very triggering for her

she admires heroes more than anything and wishes she could be one too as they think it's the most wonderful thing someone could do, but of course she's not able to due to their illness

most of her knowledge on how the world works is from movies or the bits of the news she's seen, meaning sometimes she'll say stuff that comes off as super odd or just slightly concerning, especially since she's seen a lot of horror movies

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anyways!! have fun with this blog! and if you like it i have others (feel free to ask what they are!!)

[jello-fello]

I know everyone gets zapped with a spontaneous Chronic Thing in their 20s but literally nothing could have prepared me for arthritis i genuinely feel blindsided Lmfaooo. The highlight of my month so far is discovering extra strength tiger balm

Anyways this means I. Have barely drawn in months. It hurts terribly to type and write and i do both 40 hrs a week.

I have been far more chronically OFFline in the last 1.5 years or so actually. I dropped off the map when i got this job lol thats so fucked

That being said, I currently firmly believe that if ever again itll be a Very long time before i consistently post content like i used to. Aside from physically being unable to move well most days and Also having carpel tunnel on top of it, i honestly just dont feel like doin it LMFAO. im being so real ive had little to no desire to do any of anything im known to do. Im working hard to find new hobbies or joys in old ones but by talos im being tested. Even if i have no desire Now to do these things, it still feels like ive been robbed of all the creative outlets i have, because one day i know i Will want to draw again. However as a direct result i am relearning to have hands off hobbies. Like just Watching things. I havent done this in so long lmfao it was just content all of the time this feels so Nice

Oh and quick note because idk if ive said anywhere but i currently have no plans of ever writing fanfiction again

So TLDR: a lot of shit has changed. A LOT for worse but theres still some good so im going to be grateful for whatever small victories i can get rn

If anyone has arthritis/joint pain hacks let me know I Need em. Mobility stretches and stuff too gimme all of that plz

Okay thats all hope everyones doing well im returning to making my dinner byeeeeee

[minmin-pal]

i am?? having whiplash from how rad your art is?? i know i said your rendering is nice but i actually wasn't expecting the second image?? someone please tell me why: 1. i kept looking at it for like 10 minutes straight just analysing all the details, rendering nd brush strokes (they were all immaculate as heck and there was such a cool variety of them)

2. i forgot how much range of style/phases an artist can have? /not serious /lighthearted

your art is just generally one of the coolest i've seen tbh, even the anime-ish one was just super cool (it was like i was looking at a sketch of a magical girl manga artist /positive) and thank you for the infodump, it's always very fun to read them and thank you for showing us some of your other artworks :D i know you said you didn't not show it for any special reason just that it would be jarring but it honestly was very cool to see them and they were lovely as heck, so thank you for being willing to show us /genuine also since it helped me remember that art isn't linear and that it's a form of self expression, i tend to forget it since i always just see a singular style with most artists i follow so the whiplash here was very much appreciated, likely weird and unwarranted to say this so i apologise in advanced but thank you again :) /genuine

hope you have a nice day and sorry for the long ask, it kind of derailed ^^; have a flower :)🌷 /not forced

I DONT MIND THE LONG ASK AT ALL /srs

im so glad u like the other art styles as well as my blog usual :sob: and im super happy u like my art this much and yes, i will feel free to share more art,as well as thank u for. your kindness 😭 like this was genuinely so sweet (also onto ur last point; even though i self proclaim myself as an artist, i feel like its so easy to just stick to one thing and never really branch out, like even with all my styles, i sometimes find myself having everything looking the same overall.. this is derailing. um. BASICALLY. its like if u make houses; if u keep making all your houses look the same, youll... get used to it, so youll never try doing other stuff, so i as this hypothetical builder, like building all kinds of houses, so i dont get too comfortable with one type. that was a really bad metaphor.)

(second image was quickly edited. and looks scuffed, the original one u can find on this post > (tw drawn self harm)

but basically it sorta shows a cool contrast between the two, despite really similar posing, and both being the exact same version of how i draw myself (minus the clothes)

[idealspawn]

i think its probably good that he is on his 2 week europe trip. we made plans for after his trip so i feel secure. he told me he trusts me. i trust him too. i was afraid i dont trust myself not to disconnect w my feelings but i think its fine now. i therapized myself out of it :d. i think we both need breathing room. i also need to get sober for a while, fuck. that has def messed me up. we met up one last time before he left too and he took pics of me w his film camera. he is convinced that im photogenic though im not.... he taught me how to use the camera too! we also visited a local church and listened to the organ music there. it was beautiful. ive been massively inhaling therapy videos on how to self-regulate and allow breathing room in a relationship. also how to maintain a distinct identity whilst being together with someone. it has helped me immensely. i also have actually returned back to my hobbies and read diff essays abt my personal interests like philosophy and religion and the art of translating literature. i rediscovered old video games i used to play w my sister, that is insanely healing. ive drawn a lot and listened to lots of new music and made new cool playlists. i watched some anime too! ive met up w my friends that i havent seen in such a long time and ive been such a great host. i invited my 8 girl friend group over and we made spring rolls together and mojitos and got high and played cool board and card games. it was so refreshing. i also invited my closest friend over and we went riding w bikes at night and climbed on the walls surrounding a manor near my home. not sure if legal but we also jumped in their backyard and ran around. it was so beautiful. we also did lots of other fun stuff. i saw poppies! my fav flower. also bats!!! the reflection of the moon on a river was so beautiful. it was so nice that my sister came over for a day too. i saw two of her friends briefly too and they were so nice to me! today ill be going out of my comfort zone a fuck ton too. my friend is hosting her bday party in her countryside home that is far away and i havent even figured out my transportation back. i will stay there for 3 days. loose ends like that used to freak me the fuck out but i think ill be fine. its an old house so it doesnt really allow me to follow all my insane rituals but i think i need to train myself to be okay w it. most ppl are sleeping in tents but i can be in the house bc i literally dont have a tent but that also probably would make me panic a bit too much. too many new things at once isnt good either i think. im actually doing fine. its nice. surprising that ive done things and im doing things and i havent died although most of my life ive literally feared i would. like not yet discussing why i shut down when the guy im seeing tried to be intimate and postponing it for after his trip.. i used to NEVER be able to do that. like i couldnt for the life of me sit w the uncomfortable emotion. like my entire life used to stop until i could regulate through the other person and vocalize it. but now ive just like. organized my brain. and self-soothed myself and i feel safe that he wont immediately leave me just bc of one difficult situation with an ambiguous meaning. and that the issue can be put on pause and when he returns we can talk about it.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

hi, Vanity, are ok? Hope so!

well, would linda writing some headcannon of Midnight Mass with John Pruitt and a s/o witch

Ohhh okay okay, I'm going to completely stick with the story but add this side character so MAJOR SPOILERS to anyone who hasn't seen midnight mass and intends to! Im also doing this by memory. I havent watched it since it first came out so if i forget or get something wrong- my bad! I also know nothing about witch craft personally so this is my best guess.

Also I'm good, I'm just going through some health stuff and life changes for the better! I talk about it a few posts down. Thank you for asking ❤️

So this relationship wasn't forseen by either when the young handsome priest arrives to the island for the 'first' time.

Witchcraft isn't actually frowned upon by most- except Bev Keane because she is a bitch and everything is beneath her. But no witch craft isn't really known to if it works or doesn't but you seem nice enough so maybe you aren't any harm right?

But back to the handsome priest man who is focused on bringing the community together in worship...kinda. mostly. It's a goal of his.

So he originally doesn't think much of the witch craft stuff. He's a believer in the freedom to choose ones own belief system. Unlike some certain church members -COUGH-

He's even rather fascinated by it along with the Sheriff who knows what it's like to be deemed an outcast before you so much as step through the door. Both passionate in the pursuit of knowledge and becomes quite the therapeutic relationship. A friend who has compassion without judgement and a friend who takes pride in the pursuit of knowledge and constant interest in the world around him.

The small community really brings everyone together just like small communities do.

Things begin to change between you and the priest, John Pruitt. He was like an old soul you couldn't help but be drawn to with eyes full of life-long pain despite his young appearance. Yet he still saw beauty in the present day. He's mystifying and comforting. The days of time together become more frequent as time goes on.

You notice he's rather secretive. He appeared as though an open book but you couldn't help the feeling you were only getting half of the story.

Things were getting strange around the island. Cats turning up dead on the beach put most if not all on edge of a potential virus but all is reassured by John who is zoning his focus on newly returned Riley who needs mandatory AA meetings as a part of his release.

John expresses his concern about poor old Mildred Gunning, who was slipping away with every day. He was told she was very passionate about her religion after all before she got too sick to do so. You thought it a major kindness and very much like John to take mass to Mildred. A noble thing indeed.

Bev Keane seems to have her sights on Joe, his dog, and the Sheriff with her snarky comments. Naturally, when she couldn't get a reaction from Erin or the others, her sights zoned back to you and the temptations you offered being in bad faith.

Despite how loyal Bev is to John. John supports you entirely, insisting you paid her comments no mind after a heart to heart about your own religious beliefs.

Your look into witchcraft was not with ill intent or an attack on God. It was merely that God had given you the ability to reach out and acknowledge other deities. That God was not one but many and like the island prayed and went to mass, you gave these deities offerings and love just the same. You saw beauty and magic within the crystals you kept. Like religion helped them, witch craft healed what was needed in your soul.

That night, you and John had your first kiss. You had never felt more connected to a man or anyone the way you had connected to him.

Things get even weirder on the island. You witnessed a girl who was wheelchair bound, walk again. Mildred gunning was not only physically looking better -and definitely a little younger as nuts as that sounded- she was also very much more aware of her surroundings. None of this should be possible. Not to mention Sarah Gunning has called you to her home to show you blood samples literally explode. She asked you of you had any ideas. It was a long shot but maybe a witch would know. You had seen many coincidences that could be only that or magic. You had seen the down right bizarre on the island but nothing prepared you for that moment that blood sample shattered and sizzled under the sunlight of the window. Your faith told you that there were simply things in this world people would never understand but fear in your gut told you that you didn't want to know the answers sometimes. What reasoning could there be to make that sight any less crazy?

You voiced all of this to John, who- as always sat, listened entirely and didn't try to talk you out of things you claimed to see or think. Instead, he hoped to provide comfort for those things. He didn't try to give answers for these things and will them away. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't so much a kindness that he didn't give you answers.

Mildred was getting younger by the day. Riley disappeared, and Erin, already mourning her baby's loss, insisted that Riley was dead. That he burned to dust in front of her and that John Pruitt wasn't to be trusted. That last part somehow became the least believable out of all of that, ironically. At least until the angel came.

Or at least John called that thing that. An angel as well as a miracle asking the church to not be afraid... but you were. You were more terrified of anything, and for the first time, you finally saw that other side of John you had since talked yourself out of believing existed. Many had secrets, but very few came in the form of something that looked to be an 8 foot tall monster. Mildred seemed to have the same experience at the very same time.

Things went to hell after that. The bloodshed, the poisonings, the death. It was like a ripple effect, threatening to wipe out the already very small population of people.

Sarah's death is what made John see what he had done and only then on the church stairs as the monster soared the sky looking for its next victim did John explain himself to you and a now young Mildred.

John and Mildred had a secret love affair. Sarah was the product of that affair, Mildred's deceased husband having no idea nor did Sarah until her last night but John and Mildred knew.

John saw how Mildred's condition was wasting away at her, and on top of that, he knew his own condition had begun to eat away at him too. He was attacked by the angeland when he awoke. He was restored. So he bribed the being, smuggled it back with him to the island for no more death or sickness. Bev always saw it as a new way of life but John wasn't interested in that. He did it for Mildred and Sarah and eventually, he did it for you, too.

You were not a part of the plan. You were a gift from God, John believed. A wonderful person who was young and passionate but now he felt he had been greedy and has robbed you of your years. You had a whole life to live before him and John got greedy and wanted to save you from a necessary evil that was only going to come that much quicker if you didnt survive. With every passing minute that seemed less and less likely.

He apologised constantly and even Mildred felt pain for you. She understood she and John had taken borrowed time that wasn't theirs to take and now those so young like the sheriff's son, Sarah' their own daughter and possibly you and every other young person on this island no longer had a future.

John said he wanted to try, to at least try and give you one last gift as a thanks and prove of his love. To help you get off the island. It was a long shot but he'd go through hell and high water just for that small chance that you'd live and leave this all behind. You hadn't died yet. The blood would exit your existence eventually.

You found Lisa, the girl who could suddenly walk and Riley's younger brother. The three of you getting off the island and watching the sun come up as the island went up in flames. A flutter of hope emerging when Lisa said the words. "I can't feel my legs." A bittersweet sign of a future.

You never spoke a word of what happened on the island but when you sought those deities at night- you asked them to take care of those lost souls from the island and forgive them if nothing else. No one more than John Pruitt.

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Okay i watched dead reckoning again and i have words

Okay i didnt hate it id say i liked it a little more this time but i think it was just cause i knew what to expect.

I have two things to complain about. I can excuse everything else especially since i havent seen part 2 and im assuming some of the stuff will be dealt with better in that movie but these two things hurt me a lot.

First off we all know im an avid mcq podcast listener i listened to one today and he talks a lot about movies having too much explanation when its not really needed and then he went and did that. Some scenes like the first scene with kittridge was good that worked really well especially since we were waiting for the reveal but scenes like the one in venice with everyone at the party are so dialogue heavy and theres so much information to take in. This movie is a lot of action all packed together like theres always more than one thing happening at once and then long drawn out dialogue with people just sitting in a room. I dont wanna hate on mcq and i know a lot of the action probably got cut together and it was paced differently before it got cut down from 4 hours but it just seems weird to me that thats how it is.

Second is the stunts. I already said some stuff about this but im really mad.

I can understand to an extent why people love the car chase and i think toms driving is really cool but hayley ruins it. I get the humour its nice to have a funny moment but let tom drive the whole time thats what im here for. The longest stunt? in the movie isnt even fully toms thing.

The cliff jump is the one im the most upset about and i really hate how its cut. The bits with ethan and benji are too far apart and i know it takes him a long time to get up the mountain but i wouldve liked more of them. The helicopter sequence in fallout is a really good example and i hate comparing stunts in these movies but im going to. They spent time with other characters and cut back to tom doing his thing really well in fallout, i had time to enjoy what was going on and get into it before it switched unlike with this all of ethan scenes going up the mountain are just forgotten right after they happen cause they’re so short. Same with the actual jump i know how hard it is to safely film that and im assuming there isnt more of it because of that but it would’ve been nice to have a conversation between ethan and benji while ethans trying to land on the train. It was nice we still got to see tom fly at the end of the movie but it still wasnt enough in my opinion.

The train. Oh boy the train. Mcq i love you i was so excited for the train but im so let down. I know its all real but you can see where they added stuff in with cgi and the thing i love about mission movies is you cant tell when they do that if they do and in this one you could, its weird cause with the cliff jump that looked good i didnt have a problem with how the ground looked so idk why the train was so different it was probably the cameras i just thought of that fuck you mcq and your multiple cameras i love you lets make out.