#i wanted to draw something silly. is this anything

[momotonescreaming]

STWG Daily Drabble - Doodle

Steddie | G | 814 words

Their phone was hooked to the wall near the end of their kitchen counter — a rather inconvenient place if you were trying to talk on the phone while someone else cooked — but the apartment was cheap enough no one really complained.

In fact, Robin joked it was in the perfect position. She could talk on the phone to Vickie, and keep Steve company as he cooked at the same time. He had no trouble hip-bumping her out of the way when she stretched the cord and wandered into the middle of their very tiny kitchen.

It only became a problem when Eddie ended up having tense emotional conversations there, right where everyone could hear him. When he tried to convince Wayne to give up the night shift and move away from Hawkins like he did — trying to keep him safe. Or when he talked to Jeff and the Corroded Coffin boys about school and how they were doing at college and they got all weird about them getting in and Eddie not even bothering to apply.

But that was neither here nor there. Steve and Robin were both really good at giving him space when he needed it, and he hoped he was just as good in return.

So he focused on the good things. He was doing that a lot lately. Steve had stolen a notepad and some nice pens from work, and they had it set up next to the phone so they could take notes. So they didn't have to go hunting through the house for them, Steve said. Because you always needed to write something down as soon as you weren't near any paper.

Naturally, there were hardly any proper notes on that pad of paper. Dates to coordinate calls with Dustin, times and amounts the pizza delivery gave them, notes on how to repair things Wayne gave them over the phone. But that was about it.

So when Eddie was on the phone, hunched over the counter, chatting with Wayne — he doodled. Drew skulls and guitars and goblins. Spiders and snakes and various dragon-like creatures. A wizard he tried to make like Gandalf.

And Steve, Eddie shortly noticed — started doodling too. He drew lines and patterns and slowly started colouring in the whole page with his pen. He drew sports equipment and car parts. A weird looking creature he thinks was supposed to be Dart?

It was cute, seeing all the little things Steve doodled while on the phone. But Eddie's favourites, he was finding out, was when Steve added onto Eddie's doodles. He gave Gandalf a basketball and tennis shoes. Doodled a guitar of his own in the goblin's hands and sunglasses on it's face. Gave his flaming skull a flower crown and a speech bubble that said 'I smell'.

So Eddie returned the favour. He took the baseball bat Steve doodled and drew nails sticking out of it — like the infamous baby he'd heard so much about. He tried to make the car Steve doodled look more like the Beemer — he's not so sure he succeeded, so he added a little label. He took a little pattern of stripes and spots Steve had doodled in the corner and turned it into a little knight wearing Steve's pattern on his tabard.

They didn't say anything to each other, but Eddie could hear Steve looking at the doodles he was adding and huffing a laugh out of his nose. It made his heart flutter, just a little, knowing Steve liked his silly little doodles. That this was a thing between them.

Robin, never covered or added to their doodles. She always started a new page, drawing smiley faces and flowers and little stick figure ladies with big boobies.

He tried hard not to read into it too much, despite the fact that he really wanted to read into it. Maybe this was just a Steve and Eddie thing. Maybe this was a sign. Or maybe he was just being silly.

The next time Eddie went to call Wayne, hunched over the kitchen counter, the notepad had been flipped over to a blank page. Right in the middle, in Steve's familiar scrawl — was a little doodle of Eddie. Mop of curly hair, tiny band shirt, ripped jeans and his guitar in one hand.

Lips curling up into a smile, almost involuntarily, Eddie felt his chest bloom with warmth. Turning, pen in hand, he looked to see Steve sitting on their living room couch. Shy smile of his own, but he wasn't looking away. He didn't say anything — not with Eddie waiting for Wayne to pick up — but he gave him a coy little look that said I hope you like it.

Eddie did, of course.

So he turned back to the paper — still waiting for Wayne to answer the phone — and started to doodle a little Steve holding doodle-Eddie's hand.

[totalswag]

hiii i love your posts!! i was wondering if you could do reader x drew where reader has baby fever and wants a baby and drew finds her upset about it all so they talk and decide that the time is right and they are ready?? lots of fluff please!!

baby fever ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

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summary baby fever coming in hot at a family reunion after seeing drew with your nieces and nephews and you think of what he'd be like with your own children one day. drew finds you in your childhood home upset.

warning(s) baby fever, crying, kissing, mentions of having kids.

You were at a family reunion of yours in your hometown. The reunion was held your parents home⎯full of familiar laughter, little kids running around, and the smell of food being cooked. Everything felt right in this very moment.

Family reunions have been a tradition since you could remember. It allows family to get together once every year and spend time together. Plus, seeing family you haven't seen a long time feels great.

"Can you believe we were once their ages running around?" Your sister pointed out to the kids running around in the grass.

Memories flooded through your mind. The good old times when there were zero worries. Knowing your childhood home still belongs to your parents is such a monumental feeling.

"It's crazy even thinking about it" you respond with a light chuckle.

Your two month old nephew cradled in Drew's arms⎯his eyes scanning his surroundings. Your heart melted witnessing Drew interact with your nephews and nieces all day. It made you think of having a family of your own with him one day.

Drew and you have been married for almost a year. Having kids have been come in almost all your conversations at home. With his busy work schedule, you both agreed to wait a bit. You being the youngest out of your siblings, family is waiting for the announcement.

He’s a natural. You always thought he would be, but seeing it⎯the softness in his eyes, the way he supports your nephews fragile head without even thinking⎯sets something deep inside you alight.

You blink fast, trying to shake the sudden sting behind your eyes. You hadn't expected to feel this way. Not here, not now.

You have baby fever. Bad.

"I'll be right back" you tell Drew and your sister as you lift yourself up from the chair into the house to your childhood bedroom. The tears begin to form once you step up the stairs.

It’s silly, you tell yourself. There's no rush. You and Drew have always agreed you'd "know" when the time was right.

But watching him today, you realize⎯you know. You’re ready. You want it more than anything.

A soft knock is heard from the door. You fix yourself in the mirror before answering. "Who is it?" You make your voice sound normal but a hint of whimper falls through.

"It's me baby, can I come in?" Drew's soft voice says through the door. You reach for the door knob revealing Drew's worried look.

He know's somethings up. You feel it.

"Is everything okay?" Drew asks, "You look like you've been crying," as he slams the door behind him. His anxious countenance and body language tell it everything.

You sniffle, partly laughing and half sobbing. "Yeah, I just⎯" You shake your head, unable to find the right words. "You're... quite excellent with them, you know? "With kids." 

Drew moves closer, placing a soothing hand on your lower back. His palm is warm, drawing you close. Your body relaxes in response to his warm touch. 

"I love them," he says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "They are your family. Of course, I do.

The room becomes quiet. 

Drew softly turns you to face him, brushing his thumb under your eye, where a tear has escaped. His expression is so open and full of love that it almost brings you to tears again. "I've been thinking the same."

Your heart stutters: "You have?" You ask with wide eyes.

Drew nods: "Yes, I have. Look at us now. We're married, have a lovely home, and have all we could possibly want in love..." He goes on, "There's an extra room waiting to be decorated."

"Here goes the tears again" you playfully joke pointing to them falling down your cheeks. Drew's thumb taps them away. "You look pretty when you cry" he says before pulling you in for a kiss.

You two have your moment together in silence. Knowing he feels the same way as you makes you feel better inside. It's been your forever dream to become a mom one day. You couldn't be more excited than to have kids with Drew.

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LETDOWN

pairing ꩜ adult!lottie matthews x fem!reader headcanons summary ꩜ lottie whose cursed and blessed with loving you, whose time is running out (totally inspired by van) an ꩜ angst! i listened to too much radiohead writing this

꩜ when you show up to the commune with the others, helping find nat, lottie immediately knows. you don’t look sick—but that’s the worst part. you look better than you used to, stronger.

꩜ eventually you break, probably in some heated argument between you and lottie. you only break when she speaks so shakily, the poor girl from years ago resurfacing— “you don’t get to do that, you don’t get to come here and leave again.”

꩜ it’s bitter, but emotional fights aren’t uncommon. it’s old muscle memory, two broken girls who never learned to speak without bleeding. lottie’s words are always your weakness, “you don’t get to martyr yourself now, not with me. not again.” or when you insist you came to say goodbye—“don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare say goodbye to me.”

꩜ lottie tries so so hard to be strong, for you. she doesn’t cry in front of you, she just assures you. but the minute shes alone? she crumbles. she slips out of bed when you’re fast asleep, wraps a blanket around herself and walks to the garden barefoot. she crouches down in the dirt and weeps. silent. grieving. mouth pressed into her sleeve keep any sounds from reaching you.

꩜ some nights you find her, her absence too heavy in bed. you’ll find her outside praying to the moon, the stars, whatever will listen. you always hold her, cry with her. “i don’t want to be strong. i want to be selfish. i want to beg you to stay.” she will admit, and you’ll just assure her you’re here, right now, in that moment. you have to pretend her emotions don’t hurt more than your actual illness.

꩜ you’re annoyingly independent. most days you bring her tea, you make her food, you help around the commune without her help. she tries to sit you down, but you insist she lets you live rather than just survive.

꩜ she loves to take control—especially when you’re too tired or weak do anything but whimper. you're stretched out on the bed when she kisses lower and lower. her words are soft against your skin “let me take care of you,” and god, she makes you come so gently. slowly. like shes drawing the pain out of you with every pass of her tongue, every roll of her fingers.

꩜ you, cold? all the time. it could be sweltering out and you’re a human burrito in bed. layers of stolen hoodies and comfy blankets. lottie loves it. she’ll happily pull you into her lap. you’ll press your freezing feet or fingers against her and laugh when she squeals.

꩜ you ramble about a bucket list at random times. half of it is genuine the other half pretty much nonsense. she doesn’t tell you but she keeps a little journal of your ramblings. some however aren’t as light hearted— “i want to live long enough to see you get laugh lines.”

꩜ when things start getting worse, you start getting worse, lottie holds you tighter and closer at night. she kisses you more, dances barefoot in the garden with you more, and perhaps prays to it a little more. she insists youre not getting weaker, youre just softening. like dusk.

꩜ the night it happens, shes holding you in the garden, under the stars, your favourite place. it’s quiet. she knows. you know. lottie doesn’t scream, she just holds you tighter, rocks you in her arms and kisses your hair until you’re gone, entirely.

꩜ when you’re gone, she breaks. she lets herself fall apart, knowing she promised you that she'd build something new with what’s left. she knows you're still with her, physical absence and all. she even does some of the things left on your silly bucket list she wrote down.

꩜ perhaps some of your past teammates visit her, support her. tai just looks at her like shes looking into mirror, a soft understanding.

꩜ she spends a lot of time praying to you now, as if you're a goddess or deity. something holy and lost. she dreams of you, constantly, like a soft haunting.

꩜ your music plays in her home, anything that reminds her of you. something physical to keep you tethered. she lets ‘landslide’ by fleetwood mac echo like a prayer.

[kyukyulhan]

little dates, big smiles | boynextdoor × reader

Pairing: boynextdoor x fm reader

Wc: 400 +- each

Genre: fluff, soft romance

SUNGHO • Songs on napkins

The small café Sungho took you to seemed like something out of a dream: walls covered in books, hanging potted plants, warm lights.

He chose a table by the window, where the evening light filtered in like a soft embrace.

"This place reminds me of you" he said, with a shy grin.

Soon after, he arrived with two steaming cups. Yours, a hot chocolate topped with lots of sugar marshmallows.

You didn't know how, but I had guessed your favorite drink.

As they shared sweets and laughter, Sungho started doodling on napkins: silly caricatures of the two of you, drawn with huge heads and hearts floating around.

Every time he finished one, he would lift it triumphantly to show it to you.

"I'm not an artist... but I'm good at drawing my ideal world" he joked, making you blush.

Later, he took out his cell phone and, in a whisper, began to sing a song he had just discovered to you. His voice, warm and full of emotion, floated among you like a silent promise.

When he finished, you clapped your hands in jest, and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

When you left, the air was cold. Sungho, without saying anything, untied his scarf and, with clumsy but careful hands, wrapped it around your neck.

"I want to be the one to always keep you warm" he murmured, his voice barely a sigh, as his eyes caught in yours.

And in that instant, the whole world was reduced to the warmth of his gaze.

JAEHYUN • Little play

It was a perfect afternoon for an impromptu match: the sky was clear, and a light breeze cooled the warmth of the sun.

Jaehyun was waiting for you on a small neighborhood court, dressed in comfortable clothes and a huge smile on his face. He waved his hand excitedly as soon as he saw you.

"Ready to be the star of the team?" he asked laughing, handing you a soccer ball.

Obviously you weren't an expert, but you loved seeing him so excited, so you tried to keep up with him. Every time you missed a pass or stumbled, he would let out a laugh so pure that you ended up laughing too.

At one point, you faked a dramatic stumble, falling to your knees, and Jaehyun rushed towards you with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?!" he asked, worried.

You laughed, pulling his hand to make it fall too, and they both ended up on the grass, between laughter and knowing looks.

As evening fell, Jaehyun took off his sweatshirt, which still retained his body warmth, and gently draped it over your shoulders.

"I don't want you to catch a cold... but if it happens, I swear I'll take care of you until you smile again" he murmured, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

We stood up, and as we walked back, his fingers began to rub against yours shyly... until he, with a determined but sweet gesture, intertwined his hand with yours.

That day you didn't win the game, but you did gain something much more important: Jaehyun's heart.

RIWOO • Dance under the sun

From the moment you arrived at the park, the day felt special. Riwoo greeted you with his typical calm smile, carrying a backpack so large that it looked like he had packed for a three-day trip.

"I prepared something simple" he said, as he spread a blanket under a large oak tree. The picnic was perfect: paper-wrapped sandwiches, fresh fruit cut into small hearts, and a bottle of homemade lemonade.

Everything carefully prepared, everything thought of you. As you ate, Riwoo listened intently, laughing at your stories, asking you more details, as if everything you said was important.

After eating, he took out an old film camera.

" I want to keep this day for real" he said, as she posed by the flowers, in the sunshine, with a shy but loving smile.

Each photo was like encapsulating a small universe where only the two of you existed.

As the park began to empty, Riwoo stood up, reached out to you, and helped you to your feet.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his eyes shining.

You nodded, and he began to teach you some basic dance steps. You didn't know if it was the grass, the nerves or its proximity, but you stumbled all the time.

And each time, he laughed so tenderly that you ended up laughing too. At one point, he placed your hands on his neck, while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Don't worry about footsteps" he whispered, his forehead almost touching yours. "Just... feel the music".

There was no real music, but in your mind, it all sounded like the most beautiful melody in the world. And there, dancing awkwardly under the last rays of the sun, Riwoo whispered to you:

"I want to keep dancing with you... even when we're old."

Your heart jumped so big that you thought it would show in your eyes. But Riwoo had already seen it, and smiled, as if he had received the answer he was looking for.

TAESAN • Our secret relationship

Walking into the vinyl store with Taesan was like walking through a magic door.

The walls were covered with shelves creaking under the weight of old records, and a soft melody sounded from a corner.

"This place is one of my secrets" he confessed, winking at you.

He would wander through the halls with impressive ease, pulling out records and telling you little stories about each artist. Every once in a while, he would put the headphones over your ears and play you a song that you were "definitely going to love."

The excitement in his eyes as he shared his world with you was impossible to ignore. Finally, he found a vinyl with a simple, almost forgotten cover.

He took him to an old turntable in the corner and let the music fill the air. It was a slow, intimate song, one of those that seem to embrace you from the first chord.

Taesan walked over, his hand timidly reaching for yours.

"Shall we dance?" he asked quietly. In the middle of the empty hallway, between colorful covers and the smell of dust and old paper, you let yourself go.

Taesan moved his feet awkwardly, but his smile was so wide and sincere that nothing else mattered.

He placed his cheek against yours and whispered:

"If you ever get lost... Follow this song. I will find you."

You left the store with vinyl in your hands, promising yourself to look for more songs, more moments, more secrets to share.

And you knew, deep inside you, that every melody from now on would have the sound of your laughter

LEEHAN • Home is where you are

When you arrived at his house, Leehan was already waiting for you at the door, with a smile so soft that you felt the cold outside disappear.

He was wearing comfortable clothes, a big sweater and soft fabric pants, and he looked so relaxed that you wanted to stay there forever, to.

"Come, almost everything is ready" he said, taking you by the hand and leading you inside.

The room was warm and inviting: a giant blanket spread over the sofa, lit candles that filled the air with the smell of vanilla, and a tray on the coffee table with two cups of steaming hot chocolate.

But what surprised you the most was the cookie tray.

"I don't promise they taste good" he said laughing, "but I made them... thinking of you."

You sat next to him, laughing as you tried one. They were awkwardly formed, some a little more toasted than others, but they had the sweetest flavor you'd ever tasted, because you knew how much effort I'd put in.

You spent the afternoon watching movies. At first you talked, commenting on each scene, laughing at silly moments; But little by little, the atmosphere became calmer, more intimate.

You snuggled up on the couch, covering yourself with the blanket, and Leehan soon moved closer, as if it were natural. His arm ended up wrapping around your shoulders, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating steadily and surely.

At one point, without taking his eyes off the screen, Leehan whispered:

"You know...? I've always thought 'home' was a place." He paused, squeezing you a little closer ."But now i know he's a person. It's you."

You felt the heat rise up your face, but you didn't say anything. You just snuggled more, smiling against his chest, as he stroked your hair slowly, as if he had all the time in the world all to yourself.

When the movie ended, you didn't move. It was not necessary. There, in the soft beat of his heart, you found your favorite place in the world.

And you knew, with a certainty that filled you completely, that it didn't matter where they went...as long as you were with Leehan, you would always be home.

WOONHAK • Love prizes

Woonhak waited for you in front of the amusement park, jumping with excitement as if he couldn't sit still.

"Today you're going to see my true talent!" he exclaimed, holding your hand tightly.

From the first game, he proved to be incredibly competitive: he won a huge stuffed animal in the first round of target shooting, then he got you a keychain in the game of basket balls, and finally he won a mountain of tickets in the marble machine.

Each award was presented to you with a dramatic ceremony: "To you, my queen" he would say, bowing exaggeratedly that made you laugh nonstop.

You climbed all the attractions: the Ferris wheel, the house of terror, the spinning cups. In each one, Woonhak managed to make you laugh, or to hold your hand at just the right moment, as if he never wanted to let go of you.

At dusk, you sat on a bench in front of an illuminated fountain, sharing a cotton candy that you could barely eat because of how big it was.

Woonhak looked at the starry sky, then looked at you, and his expression changed: he became serious, with a soft twinkle in his eyes.

He wasn't just thinking about winning. " I made a wish... a very selfish one." He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed, but continued:

"I asked that you always choose me. That we would never stop laughing together... to be like this."

You felt your chest fill with a tenderness so intense that it almost hurt. Without thinking, you clasped your hand with his. And he, as if he couldn't believe it, squeezed your fingers with infinite sweetness.

That night, between fairground lights and shared dreams, you understood that the best prizes are not always stuffed animals.

Sometimes, it's hearts that choose to stay.

[of-the-eclipse]

Yknow what, I'm actually coming back to this because it's been on my mind since I reblogged it yesterday. (Apologies to advance to you oomf for the upcoming rant/discussion)

I have always been hesitant to try and find "deeper meaning" in the ENA series, and in ENA as a character, because of how silly and weird it is most of the time (surreal for the sake of being surreal). Whenever I have thought of interpretations like this, like "both ENAs are probably autistic" or "the ENAs are just straight up experiencing racism/discrimination", I have felt kind of silly for it; I'm making something out of nothing.

But seeing this particular interpretation after others like it really does make me think, or at least hope, that there is an intention of grander symbolism.

Looking at it through this view (ena is trans, autistic, an immigrant) really makes me view the series in a different way, a way I have subconsciously always wanted to but felt silly for doing so. It makes me see a lot of characters and their interactions with ENA differently, especially Moony and Froggy as the deutertagonists to each Ena.

In my pondering on them, I have kind of come to interpret Froggy as one of those friends with good intentions, but comes across as ableist anyway. This is mostly in the beginning when he mentions several times how Ena "talks funny", and when explaining what her job is tries to phrase it "in way she can understand". Again, good intentions and trying to help, but it comes off as kind of demeaning. Moony is in a similar boat, though she is more directly rude. Its pretty clear to me that she still LIKES Ena, that's her friend! But she often makes Ena's emotional state worse or gets too impatient with her.

Also. The Enas being trans. Oh my god it makes so much sense and I feel a lot better about having it as a headcanon for both of them. I've always noticed how both Enas have their masculine voice as the more "tolerable"/positive side of her, but never thought of it as much beyond a coincidence. But it being tied to *expected gender roles* really just is an interpretation that blows my mind with how obvious it feels now. It really touches me in a way i can't explain, like "maybe I'm not crazy for drawing these parallels to myself (as both a trans and autistic experience)".

I can't think of much more to ramble on without getting nonsensical, maybe I'll reblog a continuation later, but I guess I just want to thank you?? For this interpretation?? I didn't even touch on the last sentence because I'm not sure if I'm reading it the way you intended. But it really did kind of touch me and has changed my view on ENA.

To sum it up: "wow, so i WASN'T weird for relating to Ena's experience in a trans autistic way (and for reading her treatment from others as racism)".

EDIT: I just realized I forgot to mention ANYTHING about the Purge Event... that entire section of the game has so much to it and makes me incredibly sad for ENA. The one npc here that especially discomforts me is that one guy on the ceiling i didn't know you could talk to, who says: "Come on; give me a smile. / You're bringing me down. / You're bringing us down." And Ena's entire thing she had going on during the party... i just don't know how to tie it back to the above themes. I'll ponder on this.

ENA (both iterations , but especially DBBQ) is very blatant surrealist representations of the absurd reality of being: some sort of autistic, transgender, immigrant , your existence is like some sort of implicated manifestation of your larger race, you are An Ena, you have different facets from yourself , the palatable ego and the less pleasant alter, both representations of the expected gender but also volatile and fragile stability of your mind under pressure to Perform, the servicial Ena, the demanding Ena, you struggle within your own individualism but the dualism is simply a Part of you you cant tear off without the risk of completely losing that body

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Just wondering about merch! As somebody with 16 phone charms on my phones I may be a bit biased... or a lot, I guess. But I was thinking about making phone charms of pur favourite boys though not sure of that's something you guys might be interested in?

In general I've been wondering what kind of merch you prefer? Like, charms, pins, stickers, standees etc. Personally I'm obsessed with making tiny merch or as I like to refer to anything tiny I make - smols. I don't mind making several variations of merch either because I have terrible decision paralysis most of the time and just want to make everything. 🥲 I don't mind making several versions of it though if people would like that.

Anyway. I'm drawing some sillies I plan to turn into charms... stickers.... standees.... a-all? lol help

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[el-viruss]

Questions are happening!! HAZZAH!!!

Soooo here's the thing, I am really neither. My perfect day is going to bed at 10:30 and waking up at 7-8 and I think that counts as both or neither.

My favorite thing to do when I have free time is really anything creative! I have been writing a lot recently but sometimes I will draw, sculpt, sew, knit, etc.

My dream job is to be an author and be able to live comfortably off just what I make from my books :]

Kind of depends on the situation. I usually will not go out of my way to interact with someone (irl) unless I am complimenting them or I am with someone who is more uncomfortable interacting.

I love the fall but my real calling is summer.

Beef enchiladas are my favorite food 100%

My favorite genre to read or watch is mystery, I love a good mystery! Bonus points if it is a lil spooky or supernatural

The first characters that come to mind when I think of ones I see myself in are Raphael (TMNT) and Data (Star Trek: TNG). I have always really resonated with Raph, I think maybe because he is so passionate and caring but people don't really see that part of him because it is overshadowed a lot of the time by his anger. I see myself in Data because he is often othered (by himself and those around him) for "not having emotions" (and being a android) when, in reality, he does have emotions but expresses them in ways different from those around him.

For an actual place I would say New Zealand, it seems so beautiful. But I would really just like to live in a place close to all my friends.

I want to say a dog because I have always wanted to be a dog but I think it would be really nice to be a fish. A pretty one too, like a Betta or a big ass sun fish

Supernatural was my first experience with fandom and I think that did a lot for me.

I'm not sure if I really have one? Maybe when a situation or conflict alludes to things that happened/are happening in the real world.

WAFFLES!! But, I don't like either of them without chocolate chips.

Probably also being an author but, beyond that, I think I'd really like to get platonically married. But, also, exclusively. So we are married as friends but don't see other people either. It's an odd aspiration, I know, but I really want it to happen for me :]

Right now, my biggest achievement is probably how far I've gotten on my current fic! I don't think I've ever written this much and I am really proud of myself!! Biggest achievement ever is hard to tell.

if I had a superpower, it would either be something like what Wolverine from x-men has (cause I am afraid of dying) or to read minds but only when I want to, so I can know if people are joking and such. Like irl tone indicators lol

Gotta be honest...I have no clue. At all. I shall ponder this...

Probably something my therapist told me that I have now forgotten

Sliver jewelry, I don't look good in gold.

My favorite video game is Hades!! The first one as of now because I havent played the second!! MY FAV BOOK IS WHAT MOVES THE DEAD BY T. KINGFISHER AND I AM YELLING BECAUSE I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND HOW FREAKIN' GOOD IT IS!!! Highly recommend!! My favorite movie is The Mummy (1999)!! I once watched it every night for a month straight!! Fav show is 2006 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!!!!

HYENAS!!! Mostly the spotted ones!! I just love them and the are so silly :]

Npt: @jgvfhl @spade-inthe-microwave @mychemicalchiroptera anyone else who wants to :]

TAG GAME!!

answer as many or as few as you want!!! its a free for all <33

are you a night or morning person?

what's your favourite thing to do when you have some free time?

dream job?

are you an extrovert or an introvert?

what's your favourite season?

favourite food?

favourite genre to read/watch

what fictional character(s) do you see yourself in? (and if you're comfortable, why?)

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

if you could shapeshift into one animal, what would it be?

what fandom(s) shaped you as a person?

what's your favourite theme/motif in media?

pancakes or waffles?

what's your biggest aspiration?

what's the achievement your most proud of? (as bit or little as you want!!)

if you had a superpower, what would it be?

whats a question you wish people would ask you more? (and whats the answer?)

what's your favourite piece of advice?

gold or silver jewelry?

whats your favourite video game/book/movie/show? (choose as many or few as you want)

what's your favourite animal (and why?)

(i'll be reblogging with my own answers and the people i'm tagging <3 count this as me tagging whoever wants to join!)

[endermagpieart]

What do you mean I’m a bit late for Janus’ big day? Of course not, how could you say such a thing! I definitely didn’t forget all about it in my absence and only get reminded in the incorrect quotes video live chat; that’s not like me at all ;]

Anyways I decided to dress our sassy snake in some different outfits I think he’d like. He seems like the type to get all dolled up on his birthday and it goes with Thomas posting pics in outfits inspired by the sides on their appreciation days!

@thatsthat24

[rox-of-iu]

some more miscellaneous peak lord doodles because they bring me joy

[ohitslen]

Twitter doodles!

(close ups for the first one below and a small extra as well :D)

[tomaturtles]

Kawoshin Week Day 3: Manga/Karlshaun! Doesn't quite follow the First Kiss/Last Kiss prompt, but a kiss nonetheless 😚

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[ooliecat]

Did you know that it is very fun to draw the campers while listening to music they would never listen to? I drew some of my favorite pictures of Bobby while listening to Rihanna. I recommend it too.

i always struggle to find background music when drawing certain characters. maybe i Should just listen to shakira when drawing mikhail. LOL.

[somegrumpynerd]

Does anyone else hc that Nightmare can like, absorb his tentacles back into his body sometimes? Like the way Stitch does with his extra arms?

[woolying]

rainbow dash and j makes so much sense i think

gift for @hayleymarriedjakuraii !! hope u enjoy <3