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kaunis-sielu · 3 years ago

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Schoolyard: 7

You go out into your living room. “We’re going home.”

“What?” Sif asks looking up from her phone.

“The hospital won’t allow me to work until Thor and my annulment is over so there’s no point in being here.”

“You don’t want to see any family?”

“My dad is still working, he and my mom are in Japan so I wouldn’t see them anyway. Jane was the only other person I really wanted to see and you saw how that turned out.”

“We can go whenever you want. The jet is at the airfield we just have to call in the crew.”

“Will you please? I want to go as soon as possible.”

“Call Thor.” Bryn says and you frown, “honestly he’s driving me crazy. Please just call him.”

“Fine!” You go back into your room and drop down onto the bed then video call him.

“Hi Elskede.” He says softly, he looks like he’s just woken up and when you look at your watch you realize for him it is nearly six am and that Bryn is a liar.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited. I forgot about the time difference.”

“No it’s okay. You look upset.” You nod then promptly burst into tears. “Oh Elskede.” He soothes and it just brings on more tears. You spill everything, how horrible Jane was and how it made you feel like such a shitty friend even though you’d done your best to reach out. How Peter had made a huge deal about you and Thor being married and practically screamed it to the paparazzi who you’re sure are going to sell it to the rest of the world. Then you tell him about work and how all you wanted to do was take care of sick kids.

“What can I do to help?” Thor asks as you finish explaining the last 24 hours to him.

“When I get home I really want a hug.” You tell him and he laughs softly.

“Elskede, that’s the least I can do. Anything you want.”

“Honestly that’s it. You’ve let me vent and cry and now all I want is one of those bone crushing hugs you used to give me.”

“Nothing else?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” You tease your mood already brighter. Someone knocks on your door, “come in?”

“Sorry to interrupt.” Sif says, “the jet can be ready before midnight.” You glance at the time and nod.

“That works for me.” You tell her glancing over at your almost completely packed bag.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay longer Elskede?”

“Positive.” He nods and you lay back on your pillow. You’re still chatting with him when a loud noise from out in the living room catches your attention.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You lay the phone down and climb off your bed then open your bedroom door.

“Is everything okay?”

“Dr. Foster is attempting to gain access.” Bryn tells you, you notice the gun in her hand but don’t say anything.

“Why?”

“We don’t know.” You sigh and move toward the door but Sif stops you.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yea.” You pull out the stop then open the door.

“What the hell. Why wouldn’t the door open.”

“Didn’t know if you told Peter where I lived or not and if he had a key.”

“What?”

“He came to my work Jane. Screamed about how I was married to a prince and how you’d told him everything. Just loud enough for the paparazzi to hear.”

“And I’m sure that’s all my fault.”

“Hell yea it is! I asked you to keep that to yourself!”

“I don’t keep secrets from my boyfriend.”

“Just your best friend then huh.” You snap and she glares at you.

“I just came to get some of my shit.”

“You know what? Just keep the fucking place. Thanks to your boyfriend I don’t have a job here anymore and Asgard and Thor already feel more like home than this fucking city does anyways.” You sneer before turning on your heel and heading back to your room. You grab your bag, shove the few things you took out back into it then grab your phone.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Elskede.” Thor starts before you hang up on him.

“Lose my number until you lose the shit attitude.” You tell Jane before blowing past her Sif and Bryn hot on your heels. When you get downstairs you’re horrified by the amount of press outside your place.

“Can we take you to the embassy now?”

“Fine.” You agree and the two women flank you on either side then hurry you out the door. The paparazzi start screaming the second they realize it’s you but you keep a passive face, you don’t look at them and you follow Sif and Bryn’s directions to the car. When you pull away some of the paparazzi follow you but Bryn easily loses them.

When you pull up to the embassy it Bryn hardly slows down. The gates swing open for you and slowly shut behind you while two guards block the drive. When the car stops Sif opens the door and you climb out then follow her into the embassy.

“Your Highness, welcome! I’m Tyr, the ambassador. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He’s a burly older man with a long white beard and shoulder length white hair.

“Thank you for allowing us to spend a couple of hours here. It’s much appreciated.”

“Of course your Highness. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No thank you.” You tell him as your phone starts to ring, you’re not surprised to see that it’s Thor. “Excuse me the Crown Prince is calling.” He nods and you step away putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Just wanted to check in. Did you make it to the embassy okay?”

“Yea, I’m just ready to be home.”

“It’s been weird without you here Elskede.”

“Can we do a long weekend when I get back? Before Spain?”

“That should be fine, where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.” You tell him and he hums softly.

“I have to go though Elskede. I’ll see you when you get back. Have a safe flight.”

“Okay, bye.” You hang up then join Sif, Bryn and Tyr again.

“Everything alright?” Sif asks and you nod.

“If you have things to do you don’t need to host us. We’ll just be here for a couple hours.”

“Are you sure Your Highness?” You nod, “is there anything I can get you first?” You glance over at Sif and Bryn but both shake their heads.

“We’re good. Thank you.” He nods again then leaves the three of you in the sitting room.

You read for a couple of hours then head back out to the car and to the airfield. You sleep for most of the flight then take a quick shower and change just before landing. The ride to the palace feels like it’s hours long but when you get there Thor comes bounding out of the building and yanks open your door. You scurry out of the car and into his waiting arms. Thor holds you tightly to him, his chin rests on the top of your head and you let out all the tension you didn’t know you were carrying with a long slow breath.

“I’m so glad you’re home safe Elskede.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I’m glad I’m home too.” You tell him not moving from his embrace as people move around you. “I knew that this was exactly what I needed.” He chuckles softly but doesn’t move, god you’ve never felt so content, so protected, safe and happy.

“We have a meeting with the judge tomorrow then we can go on our trip.” The judge. The annulment. That shouldn’t fill you with so much dread but it does.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Thor tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fine.” You finally release your grip on him then his hand ends up in yours, like it always does, and you head back inside.

“Mother wishes to speak with Doodle.” Loki says as they walks past you with their bodyguard Laufey behind them. “Alone.” They add and your eyes widen.

“I told her what happened with your friend. I hope that’s alright.” Thor tells you as you start for The Queen’s rooms.

“Oh, that’s fine. Do you think that’s why she would want to speak to me?”

“I don’t know. I’ll bring you there. We have a charity event at a hospital tonight, will you be alright to go?” As you make your way toward Frigga’s rooms.

“Yes, I don’t want anyone to think they broke me.”

“You have nothing to prove Elskede.”

“I know. I won’t have them think they won. Besides, you’d be so bored without me.” You tease and he chuckles softly.

“I’ll have some dresses sent for you.”

“Thank you.” You tell him as you come up to Frigga’s door. He nods, presses a kiss to the side of your head then leaves you to his mother.

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ciderspunk2077 · 4 years ago

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You should drop your fic ideas and headcanons ((if you want to))!! All of the ones I’ve seen on your blog are really good I know I would love to hear more 👀

Oh Tysm 🥺💦 I’m real shy online about sharing headcannons cuz it’s mostly me going back and forth w/ @ Smeriic talking and shit scheming together and all that on our own. But I rly am hyperfixated in this game and would love to share some stuff. Also what inspires me to want to write. I will say I RP quite often and for years now so the way I talk and type doesn’t exactly reflect my writing skill so sorry if this answer becomes like... all over the place 😭💦💦

But basically we really like default fem V but sort of like with some twists I guess, most of our headcannons are formed around her? Mostly Headcannons not rly an original V w/ a name or anything. But basically V only goes by V and The name they use at clouds is her deadname. Especially cuz she says “only people real close can say that” but like Jackie, mama Welles, Vik, none of them rly did so we (now logically speaking I understand this is a developer thing, so re-recording lines and etc BUT as someone with a deadname It felt really validating to have that scene and have ppl never call her that name ever cuz she doesn’t let them) (my tag for V will be “ V ( ) ”)

I’m really bad and typing on my phone. So sorry about my organization and text speech ;-;💦 another thing is that We HC we as a she/they.

Our path is basically, Fem!V, streetkid, and Sun ending for her. She is super in denial and has had tons of shitty exes not like super bad experiences just- never really had a rly successful relationship. Johnny definitely teases her about her shitty experiences on occasion.

MOST OF THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD IM SO SORRY

V hates corporate wars (the musical) and is that typical “I just don’t get why they’re fucking singing and dancing” type of person. She finds it annoying as shit. (Couldn’t be me I love musicals shdjdjf)

V is a solo. Dump the INT/net running stuff. She’s got that energy. She’s not like stupid or anything but she’s got mega ADHD and acts it sometimes. Flighty I think is the word? Also our V tried to get into netrunning as a teen but quit it because she found is wasn’t as easy as the datapools made it seem.

A sad HC we have is that V really loves and cares about panam, Judy, River, Kerry, etc but they never pursue a fulfilling romance with any of them (aside from the initial hook up and shit) because they feel like it’s unfair to become close with others in their life due to their imminent death. Also pushing ppl away is probably another fact of them being a lonesome figure and Johnny’s personality traits rubbing off maybe. (This is a form of self harm shhddndnf but V feels so isolated in their experience and alone and scared)

V pushes her limits a lot of the time. Doing too many gigs, trying to fit too many jobs at once simply because she feels her time is rushed

She got the chippin’ in and animal skull tattoo when she was 17 and had a brief phase of samurai cuz as an edgy 17-year old thought it’d be cool as fuck. Later she got the snake and others to add to her ink.

Another HC that she was a straight edge who doesn’t smoke or do much other than drink on occasion. She only smokes for Johnny if he’s a really good boy :-) (which he is NEVER, and also it’s a veiled excuse to smoke for herself from stress) but slowly starts smoking bit by bit as it goes on.

I need to like write this stuff on a laptop but I feel terribly for leaving ppl hanging so I might edit this tomorrow or just rewrite the post later 🥺💦

Vincent is her brother- he lives back in Atlanta still tryna make it. So basically we have a reverse where it explains the male and fem v and all that. They both go to Atlanta. Whichever returns to night city is the one that does the whole games story etc etc. very fun we talk about it a lot.

Also uuuuh our HC is Johnny and V in love ahebdndnfjd 😭 not anything original though. It’s just an intimate and unconditional experience.

Also thank my soulmate smeriic for makin’ all these amazing doodles of V and Johnny 👉👈 I might join in and make some Johnny v art as well to compliment if I write any fics. Just to have something to tag them along with

#v cyberpunk #V ( )#fem!v #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #headcannons #HC #headcannon #Tysm for asking I’m speechless and that’s why this is such a mess #as for fic ideas I wanna write V getting in her car and she’s had a long day #Johnny says ONE thing that’s not even offensive and she just lashes and goes off on a tangent #and the whole time he just stares and smiles and she doesn’t realize until several minutes later #ALSO I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE MEAT SPACE AU WHERE THEY TRY TO MOVE BACK TO ATLANTA #AND DRIVE ACROSS THE NUSA AND FREE STATES AND #ITS A VERY SOFT FIC IDEA LOTS OF TENDER WND TEASING AND #POSSIBLE OTHER THINGS I AM TOO EMBARRASSED TO WRITE ABOUT #silverv #silvermerc #this is just our instance of v tho #I love all Vs to be fair #cuz all of them are cute little mercenary babies 🥰#gotta love little mercs

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uniformbravo · 5 years ago

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fuck it im doing another one, this is the artist themed one

🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?

me whole life babieeee the earliest thing i remember drawing is some dinosaurs inspired by the land before time uh. they were camping, they had tents. i drew it on the inside of the cover of a picture book. i still have it,

that's, uh, littlefoot and his family, or something. i think i drew it when i was 4 or 5

✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?

traditional bc it doesnt hurt my hand as much ;p

📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?

used to be like 540x700 px bc tumblr post size but now its like idk 2000x3000 px bc whatever man. i actually don't remember what i usually go for that was a guess

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)

yea i do warmup sketches but usually it’s just drawing whatever comes to mind until i feel sufficiently warmed up to try the idea i had in mind beforehand so that idea doesnt look shitty. i dont do any of those like “draw a curvy line ten times” or whatever

🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?

varies between right and left depending on the day but usually both are easier than front

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

one for sketch, one or two for lineart, like 4 or 5 for color, one-ish for bg, and then whatever extra effects i wanna add on top, so that all comes out to like... 8-10 layers i guess. idk i dont feel like opening clip studio to check

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

sad characters babey

🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?

it depends on my mood like if im deep deep deep in a fandom then all i’ll want to draw is that fandom but if im not really into anything in particular atm then i’ll usually default back to my ocs unless inspiration for smth else strikes... so yea i like to do both basically

🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?

i guess i usually go for cold

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

right now? hmm well im not all that into music rn i tend to put on streams or yt vids instead but... as for music, recently i was into the silent voice ost, particularly vol 2

🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand

📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?

long hair

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

not quite but im working on it

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

no idea bro

✨ How often do you draw?

not nearly as often as i’d like :( it’s a juggling act between my passion, mental health and physical ability... i’d love to be able to do it every day, but well. alas

🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?

oh night for sure, though i have been doing it pretty exclusively during the day lately... i definitely find it easier to get into the groove at night tho

🍭 What’s your main art blog / what do you tag your art with?

my art blog is @musicaltincan follow there 4 me art

🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

hmmm. i'd like to get better at color

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?

lately i’ve been struggling with environmental design/composition

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

thats all i got chief

#retag later #talkin bout stuff #it says no context but yes that is mashiba from asv

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franeridart · 7 years ago

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I absolutely adore every single KiriBaku thing you draw. They’re so pure and I love them.

;O; !!!!! thank you holy heck!!!!!

Anon said:Fran i missed your hq fanart, it was so good seeing some more from you!

I’m happy you liked them!!!! I missed drawing them too, really !!!!

Anon said:Imagine this - BNHA kids like It kids. Also love your art!

But I haven’t watched It :O and thank you!!!

Anon said: Is it ok if fictionkin people reblog your art and tag it as kin or anything of the sort?

Sure! People are gonna do so anyway whatever I say after all, and this seems like a really silly thing to get bothered over since it’s not like it hurts me in any way haha

Anon said:Who dabs more, Denki or Mina?

If I gotta pick one I’d say Kaminari, but I sure as heck hope dabbing isn’t still a thing in whatever future bnha is set in, anon hahaha

Anon said:yo i love it when you color your sketches, so pretty!!

OH BOY thank you so so much!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you and your art so much?? like??? you’re so perfect?? just keep doing what you’re doing because you’re doing fucking amazing

I’m the furthest thing from perfect you’re gonna find, anon haha but thank you so much for the compliment!!

Anon said:thank you for always making me smile.

And thank you cause this ask made me smile, anon!!

Anon said:your coloring skills are improving!!! gosh your art is visibly getting better lately (not that it’s even been “bad”, there’s no such thing!! i’ve always loved it). i don’t know if it’s a good idea to tell you this but i mean it as a genuine compliment!

Are they really??? °O° I wouldn’t have said so, honestly haha but I’m super happy to hear that, thank you!!

Anon said:Are any of your OCs romantically involved? Or are they all just good friends?

Yes and no, depending on at which point in their respective story we’re talking about haha Josh and Chris are in love with each other, and so are Max and Leo (well, their situation is a bit… uncommon, but if I were ever to write their story they’d be together in the end) - I once posted about Gabe and Hector, and by the end of their story they’re in a poly relationship with a girl named Erica I’ve never posted about. Luca has a love (?) interest of sort but he’s not been posted about yet hohoho maybe sometime in the near future. Still deciding about Isa and Ana’s relationship, but maybe. Who knows? That’s about it as far as the ones I’ve posted about go :D

Anon said:your ocs are adorable!! esp ana, I want to know EVERYTHING ABOUT HER (and, yeah, having new ocs is super exciting, like you said! just– being able to figure all that stuff out, actually mould a character of your own– it’s a lot of fun!!!)

Anon said: What are Ana and Isa like? From that drawing, I already think I would want to be friends with Isa! She looks like lots of fun!

She is!! She’s sort of a jock, a bit of a dummy and really loud, she’s easy to make laugh and got the type of laughter that makes you wanna laugh with her so when she’s around the mood is always a good one! She’s not exactly a social butterfly, but she’s got no problems with socializing, knows by instinct how to bend her behaviour to fit with all types of people and has the incredible ability to have every and all awkward situations fly right over her head, she just doesn’t notice them, and that makes it hard to be anything but relaxed when she’s around. She’s actually how she and Ana got in the group, since she’s gym buddies with Leo! She also really really likes ball sports :D

Ana’s an introvert all the way through, on the other hand - she’s really witty and sassy when she feels comfortable enough, and sarcasm is her preferred way of communicating, but if she doesn’t know you/ too many people she isn’t 100% comfortable with are around she comes off as timid and closed off, smiles politely and barely utters a word - people assume she’s the subdued and shy type at first so once she starts opening up it’s always sort of a shock haha she’s got a scientific mind and while she isn’t a “gifted kid” like Chris she likes to learn and study a lot, which is why she ended up having a real great relationship with Chris specifically out of everyone in the group (they like to nerd out together) (Josh isn’t particularly happy about it, the jelly idiot)

Anon said: I love seeing you drawing and getting asks about your OCs. They have so much personality and it makes me super happy. I hope you’ll feel like sharing them with us more often!

Thank you so much!!!! I’m really really happy people seem to like them too!!!! :O

Anon said:you draw the children so long i love it :0

!!!!! :D thank you!!!

Anon said:Did you now that the voice actor of Tenya is also the one of Kageyama ? (I start Haikyuu because of you by the way, thanks for this and for all your great art !)

I did know!!! There’s a lot of hq va’s in bnha, that’s always made me happy haha

Anon said:Love the new Haikyuu art! Although it’s sad that someone made you lose motivation to draw BNHA :/ Daishou is one of my faves, too. He’s such a doof, love it.

OH BOY I love Daishou so much, I’m glad you like him too! Aside from how much fun he is to draw (and color! he’s a green haired boy and that matters lots to me haha) he’s got so much personality and he’s such an interesting character! I honest to god disliked him with a passion during the nekohebi game, actually haha but that’s how it is with most of my hq faves, after all hahaha glad you liked the doodles, by the way!!!

Anon said:DOGS? SHOUTS? LUCA IS MY KINDA GUY

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ANGRY SON !!!!!! :D

Anon said:I love Luca! Where did he get his scar?

A fight with some punks back when he was a teen that ended up escalating when knives became a thing that was being used :O he comes off as the dangerous sorta type which makes good people steer clear and bad ones come looking for trouble/ pick fights with him cause they assume he was picking a fight cause of his resting bitch face. Well, he’s an ass so let’s say that at least half the times he had been picking fights, and it’s not like he runs when someone tries to fight him anyway… that’s not the only scar he has, it’s just the most visible one haha

Anon said:I’m kinda freaking out about Luca and the others being italians! It makes me love your OCs even more ahah Btw, don’t know if you’ve already answered this or if it’s too personal but… are you Italian? (Or what nationality?)

Yah I am! :D and I’m super happy to hear you like my kids!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I just wanted to let you know that you inspire me a lot! Your blog is honestly such a happy, fun place to be. You draw so much stuff, so much cute and sweet stuff regularly and I aspire to be like that! I’m extremely slow at drawing, and I lose motivation or get distracted from drawing easily, but I’m hoping for a day when I can make a blog just like yours; a place where I can regularly draw things that make me happy. I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!! And yeah I 100% understand the being slow and getting discouraged easily, I used to be (and sort of still am) like that too :O my need to be faster is what had me end up with the style I have now, actually haha I hope you’ll find a comfortable style that’ll let you be as fast as you wish soon too, anon!!!

Anon said:I don’t think you understand how much it means to me that you drew an asahi! He’s my fave and he looks precious and pretty in your style! Thank you for this gift :’)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you liked him, then!!!!!!! *O* thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for drawing Noya! Im sorry it was sort of cause of a shitty anon, I also really enjoy your bnha drawings so im not trying to be all “waaaah go back to hq”, but im happy to see my lightning son and also find out hes in your favs? Yay!

YAH HE’S THE BEST ISN’T HE he’s been one of my top 5s since he first appeared, he’s such a good I’m glad you liked him!!!!!!!!

Anon said:FRAN YOUR NEW HQ ART IM IN LOVE!!!!!! YOU DRAW DAISHOU LIKE A LITERAL SNAKE HES SO SMUG ITS SO GOOD!! AND YOUR OCS!! I WOULD HONESTLY READ A BOOK ABOUT THEM. OR A WEB COMIC. BOTH ARE GOOD. SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS IM JUST EXCITED BC HQ!!!! AND AWESOME OCS!!!! (can you tell that i have a weakness for other people’s ocs, esp when done well) (which you certainly have)

THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS OH GODS !!!!!!!!!!!! Especially about my ocs, that makes me so happy oh boy ;O; !!! And and and I’m super happy you liked Dai! He’s honestly so much fun to draw, for me hahaha

Anon said:I’m sorry that people are being assholes, sending good vibes! I love all your art, I hope you have a good day

This to you and everyone else who’s sent the same type of ask, thank you SO much! You guys are all so incredibly nice and supportive, bless all of you ;O;

Anon said:Dave!!! :D

Dave indeed!!!!!! :D :D

Anon said:your art is Good

Thank You !!!!!!!!

Anon said:omg i love your ocs so much

SOB thank you?????

Anon said:I love how the collar on Kiri’s coat in the ‘Them boys’ post is reminiscent of his pauldrons

……………………………………………….. that was totally on purpose. Yep. Definitely. Hmhm.

Anon said:Anon from before showed me your stuff today and just wanted to say wow I love your stuff what even your art is so good I fuckin love kiribaku and oh my god I swear I must have gone through your whole kiribaku tag and I’m gone your art just made my day

GOSH I’m glad you liked them???? thank you for such a nice message aaahhhh !!!!!!

Anon said:Im cry omg i just realized ur url is franeridart fjhfhf this whole time i thought it was friend art bddnjx

You’re the second person that tells me that in the span of just a couple of days omfg hahahaha it’s cool tho, I wish that was actually the url, it’d have been such a soft one haha

Anon said:hi Kaminari can skateboard he has a skateboard in his room

Kaminari in his room also has a dart board, a basketball and a dj console, and that’s only the stuff whe can see so actually, considering in his likes there’s “cool things” I think he’s the type of boy that tries to pursue any hobbie he might think would make him look cool, so either he has no clue how to use any of the cool things in his room above a vaguely amatorial level or he’s still pursuing all of those interests! Which would actually be super cool! Incidentally this is my preferred headcanon too so, yeah, as far as I’m concerned he knows how to skate. And play basketball. And darts. And also how to dj. He’s a cool kid haha

Anon said:Bless you and your super cute kiribaku ^_^

Bless you for the super sweet message, anon!!!! ;O;

Anon said:THAT JIROU IS SO TINY AND ADORABLE I’M DYING LOOK AT HER SIDE BY SIDE WITH KAMINARI AND BAKUGOU OH MY GOD

Hahahaha I might have actually accentuated that a bit, but she’s about 20cm shorter than the both of them and in a chibi style that’s hard to keep accurate hahahaha but yeah I love my pocket sized girl she’s the best

Anon said:Im so fucking happy because youve been posting (almost?) daily for a few days now

That was my own poor attempt at something similar to inktober, actually! I’ve had a few days through the month I wasn’t at home at all so I couldn’t draw all 31 days, but I think I got close? Maybe? I’m glad you enjoyed it, tho!!

Anon said:you deserve all the love in the world

I’m f sobbing so do you, friend ;u;

Anon said:do you like as*noya?? or, which are your main pairings for asahi and noya :)

I do ship as*noya, but I prefer Asahi with Daichi and Suga (ot3) or with Kiyoko, actually :O while my fav Noya ship is with Tanaka~

Anon said:I have recently fallen totally in love with kiribaku as a ship, and your art is always my favorite to see in the tags. Thanks for drawing those two nerds, and I hope you have a good rest of your day!

Thank you!!!!! This fandom is super full of incredibly talented people, I hope you’ll enjoy it here hahaha

Anon said: I first found your blog searching the Bokuroo tag.I was very happy because it was one of my all time OTPs,but they didnt have much content.Then there you came,with amazing art.Time passed and you watched BNHA.I was absolutely captivated by BakuShima and then I checked your blog and it had BakuShima!!I told myself “this person cant get any cooler”.But today i found out about TetsuKami and I checked their tag and yoU ALREADY MADE FANART OF THEM!!Officially ,you are the coolest person on Tumblr tbh

We seem to have really really similar tastes in ships, anon!!!! that’s so great omfg !!!!!!! :O and I’m super happy you like my stuff still afer all this time hahaha

Anon said:Could I draw some fan art of your ocs?

Oh my god yeah!!!!! please do link me to it if you do!!!!!

Anon said:BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL FOR MAKING SUCH AMAZING ART

BLESS YOU FOR BEING SO KIND, ANON!!!!!!

#fran answers #fuck me and my procrastinating ass #also #original art #but just blabber about it?#oc asks #okay that's better #anonymous

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hwarangbangbang · 7 years ago

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im jaebum » kiss the girl

i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on Tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or gifs, however i do take credit for writing these stories.

title- kiss the girl prompt - “we fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? were you breathing on my neck?! (why did I get tingly???????)” pairing - im jaebum/fem!reader tags - drinking, fluff, again hickies, suggestive snuggling, good morning anacondas, train to busan s p o i l e r s im sorry, they're meaningful hickies tho, is that even a thing, little mermaid reference ayyyye, bambam just rly likes hello kitty ok word count - 2,009 words author's note: im sorry this chapter was so shitty, i just got done with school and i have a job so i work like 5 days out of the week, and i have college and payments and bills and ew. But i will try to be as productive as i can with the other members! enjoy!

How you ended up like this, you have no idea.

The last thing you remember was boo-hoo crying along with Youngjae at the ending of Train to Busan, probably annoying the hell out of Yugyeom on Youngjae's left and Jaebum on your right of the couch.

Listen, as much as they wanna complain, Su-an deserved her fucking father -- the scene when he made her let go of him in the train car and he forced himself away was brutal to your heart strings -- and he didn't deserve to die in the end. Neither did the buff dude who's name couldn't come to mind at the time in writing this story.

"Hey, (Y/N)-ah?" Youngjae sniffled out your name, you remembered, causing you to look over and he wiped his eyes. "Could you get me another s-soju, please...?" He asked and you nodded, getting up from your spot next to an already passed out Jaebum, head tilted back on the arm of the couch, exposing his neck and god you had way to many drinks.

You remember wiping your tears and trying to worm your way through the sea of bodies across your living room, slung across one another in slumber.

However, there were six things you woke up to in the morning that you were prepared for.

And one thing you weren't.

BamBam was curled up on the coffee table with a Hello Kitty blanket and a neck pillow (you honestly weren't surprised he could fit on there, he's so skinny-).

Yugyeom and Jinyoung were on the floor to the right of the coffee table, Yugyeom using Jinyoung's sweater as a blanket, and Jinyoung using Yugyeom's stomach as a pillow.

Youngjae was laying on the loveseat, Coco (yes, he brought his dog) sleeping on his chest while Mark was on the floor in front of that sofa.

Jackson was snoring quietly in the recliner with one knee pulled up to his chest rather uncomfortably, and his other sprawled out on the foot rest.

All those were expected. Even your slight hangover was expected.

However, the thing that caught your attention was the thick arm curling around your waist, keeping you pinned beneath the owner and the couch. You were on your back, but you couldn't see the face of who was currently making you suffer from so much body heat. However, you could feel a few things that gave you an idea.

He was breathing in and out slowly, his mouth moving slightly against the expanse of your throat as he stirred and you weren't sure if you were still dreaming because no way in hell can this be who you think it is. But all the signs did scream yes. The silky black strands your right hand was entangled in, the piercings you could feel resting against your shoulder, the other hand poking into your thigh-

Wait a minute.

If your head is resting on one arm of his.

One hand of yours is in his hair.

His other arm is around your waist.

And your other hand is fisted in his shirt.

Oh-

Oh my god.

That's a dick.

That's his dick.

His dick is hard-

Im Jaebum's dick is hard-

and it's-

now poking into your leG.

p a n i c-

Then the lips that were pressed against your neck began to part. And that was when the panic began to low-key set in. Open-mouthed kisses were placed on the space just over your jugular, kisses that had you squirming in the best ways. You were actually enjoying yourself. Until you realized how incredibly wrong it was as to what you were doing.

You liked Jaebum, but he didn't like you. And it was wrong of you to let him do this to you, knowing that he had no idea it was you who he was doing it to. His morning wood had nothing to do with you, his closeness, his tongue technology (a to the g to the u to the sTD- sorry) all of it had nothing to do with you. It was just his dream, and it didn't involve you-

"(Y/N)~"

Or, dreams do come true and he just moaned your fucking name.

His voice startled you, causing you to jump. Which was a bad idea. Because that caused him to switch positions, so now he was on the bottom (hehe, bottom) and you were laying over him, his arms tightly around your torso so you weren't moving anytime soon.

aND YOU COULD feEL his dICK.

Anaconda. Cock-A-Doodle-Do. Pool Noodle. Hot Dog. Banana. Incredible Hulk. The terms are endless but it was there and o h m y g o d. Do you scream, do you cry, who the fuck knows.

You were about to wake him up when what he said next had your face redder than whatever 'set' he was complaining about. "Black makes you look sexier, (Y/N), more dangerous... I like it." Fuc- it's okay, you were fine.

"Jaebum... Jaebum-" You called softly, lightly patting his cheek but all that got was a nose twitch and a small groan. You sighed, before it dawned on you. You'd liked Jaebum for a while... when were you going to get another chance like this? You always thought since you were the third oldest out of the group of friends, two months older than BamBam, that he saw you as some kid. I mean, you two talked amongst each other about photography and such, but he never looked like he saw more of you.

Well, this was a game changer.

Taking all the courage you had, you leaned down and you kissed him. It was quick, barely even a full second, but you pulled back and scanned his face, but found no signs of consciousness.

Until he smirked a few seconds later.

"I knew you liked me, (Y/N)."

His sleepy smirk turned into a full on grin as he flipped the two of you once again, now both your hands on your stomach and his on either side of you, holding himself up. God, he looked gorgeous even when he was just getting up; his hair matted on one side, his voice deeper than ever, it rivaled Jackson's even.

You were pretty sure that you looked a mess. Ruined eyeliner from crying with Youngjae at the end of the movie – your breath probably smelled straight from a dumpster with how much you'd drank combined morning breath and it didn't sound like that good of a combination. You probably even had some drool dried on your chin.

You were sputtering like a dying engine trying to figure out what the hell to say. But he said it for you. "I... I know that I don't seem like I have feelings... for really anything." He confessed, catching your attention down to his plush pink lips just begging for yours. "Jinyoung and Youngjae have been working with me on that- I promise." He added, slightly caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Oh my god, shut up I have a hangover let me sleep!” BamBam croaked out in his slightly deep voice – it was in English, surprisingly, rather than Korean or even Thai – and he just rolled over on his back to face the other way, the small Hello Kitty blanket barely covering his thin, lanky form.

This caused the tension in the room to shift. With you frozen beneath him, after the outburst from BamBam it caused you to go into a fit of giggles; ones you hushed yourself with your hand to keep from waking him up more. Jaebum was no better, biting his bottom lip to stop from laughing himself. After you two calmed down, he resumed his monologue.

Do you think he practiced it?

He totally practiced it.

For the sake of your own ego, you led yourself to believe he practiced it.

"I know I might treat you like a kid sometimes, but that's just because I'm scared of getting close to someone... someone I like a lot and have them leave me in the dust just for my fame. But I-... I know you won't do that to me, (Y/N)... right?"

God, it broke your heart to hear such things come from the singer's mouth. He'd been your friend since he was in the JJ Project, when you and Youngjae were just itty bitty trainees at JYP. Then, you'd landed a job in the production of GOT7, and were a on a team as a artist for their albums and their brand. But you always were honest with everyone, especially the GOT7 members, they were like family to you.

But Jaebum... he was more. He made your heart flutter with every passing glance.

You'd had a crush on him, even in his awkward blonde JJP phase with Jinyoung -- who was like an older brother to you. You would barely talk to Jaebum as a trainee, and when you weren't cutting it for debut, you were surprised to find yourself in JYPD-nim's office, and have him tell you that you got a job instead.

You didn't know it, but when Jaebum was told of the trainees that weren't debuting and were being let go from the company, he had to make sure you were kept on the team. He didn't know how to tell you of his feelings for you, but he would keep you around until he did.

And here he was.

C O N F E S S I N G.

"S-So, (Y/N), will you-"

"Yes. Yes, a billion times yes, just.. one thing."

He tilted his head, a big sleepy grin on his face at your acceptance of his feelings as well as reciprocation. "What's that?"

You bit your lip to hide your smile.

"Kiss me?"

And he sure as hell did. He kissed everywhere -- your eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, everywhere he could reach, leaving you in giggles. Until he kissed somewhere that had you making other noises that you had to clasp your hand over your mouth to hide.

He left exactly five marks on your skin. One for each year he knew you. One for each year that he should have told you. One for each year he left behind with you.

Just as he was finishing the last one, with you just barely managing to push him away from your neck so you could have a minute to breathe without it being into your hand, you heard a round of 'ooh's' sounding around the room.

"Jaebummie-hyung got some!"

Oh my god, Yugyeom. Go back to sleep.

"Good, now he'll stop complaining about her talking with Jackson more than him."

That was Jinyoung.

"She doesn't talk with me that much more!"

You were red in the face.

"Aish! You woke up Coco and now I have a headache!"

"Yah, Youngjae-ah, I think there's pills in the bathroom-"

Everyone was awake aside from BamBam, who was still snoring comfortably on the coffee table, passed out drunk.

And here you were, buried under Jaebum with marks littering your neck from him.

"Come, Jaebum! Kiss the girl!"

Jaebum looked down at you, a big grin on his face.

general masterlist

#im jaebum #got7 #jb got7 #got7 jb #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines

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inkbrusher · 7 years ago

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30 Questions!

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 people

tagged by @bebbies

tagging: @zlnkling @grumtaire @funkadacious if yall are so inclined

# following: 250

# of followers: 505... more than my oc blog but far less than my main hah

average hours of sleep: anywhere between 6 and 8 hours

lucky number: 4! i was born on the 14th of the 4th month 4 years before the new millenium :^)

instruments: i used to play clarinet. my shitty school had it so i had to give it up to pursue art. i do miss playing music...

what are you wearing: an old high school class shirt and pj pants

dream job: i would love to be a storyboard artist. or if we’re talking big dreams a director. in my dreams i dont have the extreme social anxiety that prevents me from directing effectively haha

dream trip: hong kong or australia!

birthday: april 14th

height: 5′6″

gender/pronouns: she/her

other blogs: ofc this is my reblog blog; @katribou is my main/fanart blog, @kathleeson is my original art/character blog.

nicknames: kat! some ppl still call me kitkat back from the skype days when my display name was kitkatsatbatmatribou or somethin

star sign: aries

time: 1:47 am

favorite bands: muse, gorillaz, foster the people, animal collective

favorite artist: artist in general??? film is art right, ill say chris nolan counts for this haha. i feel dumb but i love everything he makes and he seems like such a genuine guy that just really loves the form he works in. i admire him very much for it

favorite tumblr artist: oxboxer, jeluto, woonyoung

song stuck in your head: i think its called cyberspace curse? it popped up on my spotify discover weekly and i can’t get the cheesy ‘hmm... i think im gonna go OnLine today !’ out of my head (also sidenote my spotify discover weeklys have been all over the place i dont know what spotify thinks i listen to...)

last movie you watched: rewatched psycho? for a class assignment. still holds up remarkably well imo

last show you watched: in the middle of westworld rn!! wanted to see what jonah nolan’s stuff is like haha! (i think mind fuckery runs in the family...)

why did you make your blog: this blog was made bc i kind of felt guilty reblogging to my main in its early days when i felt like people were following for art! my main was made when a few ppl on deviantart told me to make one back in like 2011

what do you post: bad joak pretty art

last thing you googled: caravaggio... a pal said they liked his art so i wanted to see what was what fkljgf

ao3: i’m not really a fic reader tbh. like i dont go out looking for fics. the few ive read were recs that ppl showed me just so they could talk abt em

do you ever get asks: yeah! i always like asks bc i get to overshare or doodle a response lkfjgf

how did you get the idea for your url: i main the inkbrush in splatoon. i consider myself pretty good at it so i like feeling important with this pretty definitive url

favorite food: i fukin love ice cream

last book you read: im in the middle of the goldfinch rn (i was told it was Gay but literally the chapter i read this morn was so hetty... bye) lfkjdf but the last book i finished was stephen hawking’s a briefer history of time. i know. fuckin nerdy. over break i was thinking abt how i miss learning things for fun so ive been hitting up the nonfiction side of the library

top 3 fictional universes: splatoon... botw... i can’t think of a last fuq

#tagged #i love doing these things thank u ree flkjdg

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zoemurph · 7 years ago

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to have a friend, chapter four: $80

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3

fun fact i actually finished this like.....tuesday at 4 am cause i died for a bit between like 10-1 and then couldnt sleep. i have edited it since then tho so i promise its not too much of a disaster!

warnings: implied past self harm, discussions of mental health, depression/depressive episodes, some suicidal thoughts. let me know if anything else needs to be tagged

enjoy!

From: Evan To: Connor Just go t home Hope things ar eok with yoru family

Connor stares at the texts for a few moments before he falls back onto his bed.

Who knows how his family is.

Actually, he knows. A fucking mess. That’s what his family is.

He can hear Zoe practicing in the room next to him, forgoing headphones and using her amp because she wants to piss him off more. Larry had slunk back to his office, and Connor was sure he did as soon as the opportunity presented itself. His mom is in the kitchen, probably aggressively cleaning dishes like a sparkling plate will fix her shattered family.

Connor stares at the ceiling.

Why did he think he could do any of this?

He lifts his phone and looks at the screen again. Evan is trying. Which is just ridiculous. Evan is trying with this family. What the fuck.

From: Connor To: Evan cool they never are but thanks i guess

He tosses his phone to the side and debates doing homework. There’s not really much of a debate — he’s not going to do it — but the fact that he considered it is probably worth something.

It’s not that late yet, which is frustrating. He wants to go to bed, but he’s also too high strung for that. Usually he’d be exhausted but—

Connor studies his ceiling.

He’d been angry. So angry. Burning and explosive. He had been on the edge of his rope and about to break— and then he’d been doused in a shock of cold water. He’d been standing outside the bathroom, insides blistering and turning to ash, and then he’d heard Evan’s unnatural breathing and all of that had just stopped. The fire was gone and he was left with only mild panic that made his mouth taste like metal and an icy chill of not knowing what to do or how to help.

Somehow, sitting on the floor of him and Zoe’s painfully childish bathroom with Evan had been the most real part of the night. It felt the most solid, most tangible. Handing Evan one of those silly cups his mom kept buying, their fingers brushing as Evan took it with shaking hands, that was the most grounded he had felt in days.

Fucking weird.

There’s a knock on his doorframe.

Connor sits up to see Cynthia standing there. “Oh. Hi.”

She smiles, sadly because that’s the only way she smiles nowadays, and takes a step into his room. “Did Evan leave?”

“Uh…yeah. It’s not like he could hide in my closet or anything.” They both look toward the disaster that is Connor’s closet. The doors won’t shut and clothes are piled up on the floor. There was a time where Connor liked things to be neat and orderly. Now he doesn’t have the energy. “He wasn’t feeling great.”

She makes a concerned noise.

“He, uh, gets sick really easily. He’ll probably be fine tomorrow.” Connor curses in his head. Better jot that down so he can tell Evan that Cynthia now thinks that his immune system is shitty. Because she’s probably going to shove all sorts of vitamins and health drinks at him the next time she sees him. If there’s a next time.

God there better not be a next time.

Cynthia sighs. “I’m sorry about tonight, sweetie.”

Connor shrugs and swings his legs off the side of the bed. “It’s not like it was going to be any different than usual.”

The expression on her face is so pained that Connor has to look away. He can’t even be mad at her. He’s pissed at Zoe for her snippy comments. He’s mad at Larry because he’s always mad at Larry. He’s upset with his mom— the most he can be upset with her for is for not trying harder to stop things from getting out of hand. But when has she ever been able to stop it once it started?

Mostly Connor is just mad at himself.

The only reason Evan was here was because he gets paid twenty dollars a week. It’s not like he has any other obligation to be here. Or to hang around Connor. If there was ever a chance that Evan would actually like Connor, that just went out the fucking window.

“Are you hungry?” Cynthia asks, softly. Not as forced as usual. Not as pressing. “You didn’t eat much.”

“I’m fine,” Connor mutters. He tugs off his sweatshirt and throws it on his desk chair. He tries not to notice her eyes going to his arms and then flicking away. “I’ll grab something if I can’t sleep.”

She sighs again. She does that a lot. Sighing. “Okay. Okay, just…” She steps forward and brushes hair away from Connor’s eyes. “Apologize to Evan for us, okay?”

“Why?” Connor asks bitterly. “Because we can be better?”

Cynthia doesn’t say anything. She just stands on her toes and presses a kiss to Connor’s cheek. “Sleep well, honey.”

Connor stands in the center of his room after she leaves. He hates not having a door. It’s like his entire life is out in the open for his entire family to see and judge. Which is some bullshit.

He looks around his room, open and exposed, and thinks that he should clean. Or something. He’s living in a dump.

Connor picks up a sweatshirt and stuffs a few books onto an overflowing bookshelf. Under papers from junior year that he just needs to throw out when he gets the chance, he finds a watercolor sketchbook.

He pauses with four old plastic water bottles in arm to flip through the sketchbook. It’s old as hell, he doesn’t even remember the last time he used watercolors. Or did any art that wasn’t just shitty sketches in his notebook when he didn’t feel like paying attention.

He looks over his shoulder at the light in the hallway.

Connor isn’t entirely sure where his watercolors are. Probably somewhere under the trash and clothing covering his floor. He looks from the watercolor sketchbook to his bed.

He dumps the water bottles in the space between his wall and his bed and starts digging. It takes him almost twenty five minutes to find his watercolor palette. It’s old and dusty, the red is cracked and the purple is almost gone because he always really liked using purple for some reason, but it’s usable.

It takes him a little longer to find brushes. He’s definitely missing some, but fuck it, he never actually knew what the different brushes were for. He just used whatever ones he felt like.

He washes out an old mug that was on his desk from god knows when in the bathroom and fills it with clean water, grabbing a roll of paper towels from the hallway closet. Then he pushes the clothes on his floor into a pile against the wall so he can sit on the floor, because there is no way in hell that he’s cleaning off his desk for this. He fishes his earbuds out of his backpack and plugs them into his phone, turning on some random music that he’ll let fade to into background noise and pulls his hair up into a really messy ponytail.

Connor can’t remember the last time he actually paid attention to art. He doodles a sketch that’s kind of messy but fine enough because it’s not like anyone is going to see this and then just goes for it. He doesn’t exactly remember how to do this, but he’s never been one for doing things the right way. There’s a reason he stopped taking art classes after freshman year. There’s something weirdly calming about the way the water spreads on the page and something familiar in the brushstrokes. Even when he fucks up and uses way too much water and he knows that the paper is going to be wavy and warped.

He puts down the paintbrush to skip a song on his phone. He has another text from Evan.

From: Evan To: Connor Im sorr y YOu should nt feel that way abou tyour family

Connor rolls his eyes. Evan really does try.

From: Connor To: Evan its whatever, im used to it mom says sorry about tonight. shes embarrassed but seriously dont worry about it

He skips through the songs until he finds one that feels right, slower and almost more gentle, he really needs to pick up better watercolors because he’s going to need that purple, before putting his phone back down on the floor next to him.

All things considered, this isn’t the worst piece Connor’s ever done. He studies it as he takes a sip from his mug.

He yanks the mug away from his mouth, gagging. He rubs his mouth with a grimace.

That was paint water.

Connor doesn’t really leave his room much over the next two days. He eats because his mom wants him to, he doesn’t talk to Zoe, and he argues with Larry and wishes he had a door to slam.

Then he sits on his floor and fills pages and pages of his sketchbook with shitty watercolor paintings.

He splashes colors across the pages, sometimes not even trying to create a coherent image. He just needs something to do.

He’s almost out of purple.

Connor waits by Evan’s locker Monday morning, folding and unfolding the twenty dollar bill in his pocket. Zoe needed to be early today for some band thing, so that means Connor is early which just sucks.

This school seriously needs a color palette that isn’t drab and depressing. Connor wears almost exclusively black, but fuck, tone down the gray.

“Oh! Hey, you’re…already here.”

Connor looks up from his phone. “Zoe,” he says. “Band shit. Fuck if I know.”

Evan nods slowly and then reaches for his lock.

“Wait.” Connor grabs Evan’s wrist.

Evan freezes, wide eyes darting to Connor. “W-what?”

Connor leans a little closer. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he whispers. Evan furrows his eyebrows. “My family is the fucking worst, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit.”

“I-it’s fine!” Evan stutters. “I don’t— no this is. This is okay.” He slowly pulls his arm out of Connor’s grip.

Connor clenches his jaw and leans against the next locker. Evan doesn’t say anything as he opens his locker and starts taking out books. An unfairly loud part of Connor’s brain wonders if Evan is only doing this because he’s scared.

It’s not that far fetched.

“B-besides,” Evan adds, “Jared is— he’s already asking too many questions and if we just stopped now—”

Connor frowns. “He is?”

Evan gives him an exasperated look. “He hasn’t texted me about non homework things in forever and he’s just been sending me ‘is it a sex thing’ for a week.”

“Wow I hate him,” Connor says before he can stop himself.

Evan laughs in surprise.

“He’s a douche!”

Evan ducks his head. “He’s not the worst person ever, b-but he can be…himself.”

“And that’s pretty bad,” Connor mutters.

Evan pauses and then closes his locker. “Do— are you still okay with…with telling him?”

Connor shrugs. “Sounds like we have no choice.”

Evan tugs on the hem of his shirt. “Are you…free today?”

“I literally have no life or friends, Hansen,” Connor reminds him. “I’m always free.”

“Okay, right, okay.” Evan takes a short breath. “Can we— today?”

Connor stuffs his hands in his pockets. He hasn’t gotten harassed by Kleinman about this yet, but if they wait, the chances of that happening increase significantly. And if it’ll get Jared off Evan’s back— “Yeah sure. Where?”

“My place?” Evan asks. Connor pulls open the door to the stairwell. “I-if that works?”

“Sure thing.” Connor’s voice echoes uncomfortably loud for this conversation. “Better than being at home anyway.”

Evan glances back over his shoulder at Connor. “Are things…bad?” He says it slowly, like he’s not sure what word to choose.

“They’ve been worse,” Connor admits. “But it’s not a party.”

Evan stops at the stairs where Connor has to keep going down to get to chorus. “I’ll— I’ll text you? About the time?”

Connor nods. “Sounds good, Hansen. See you then.” He steps forward and hands Evan the twenty that has been floating around in his pocket for too long. “Forgot to pay you back for food last week,” he says when Evan’s eyes dart toward people walking past.

Evan gives him a half smile and takes the bill. “I-I told you it was fine. I can pay sometimes.”

Connor shrugs and turns toward the stairs. “Too late.”

—«·»—

From: Evan To: Connor Im s o s rry just ignore him or block him he grabbed my phon e Serious ly blockign him mihgt be the best opti n

From: Connor To: Evan ??????

Connor probably shouldn’t be texting in class, but the class is astronomy and also when has Connor ever given a fuck. He stares at Evan’s messages, trying to decode them while he waits for the lunch bell.

It turns out he doesn’t have to wait that long to figure out what they mean.

From: (522) 101-5414 To: nerd, emo sup fuckers

Connor doesn’t even have to ask who it is, he just tries not to groan and texts Evan.

From: Connor To: Evan seriously??

From: Evan To: Connor Im sorry !!! Hes being a d ick Also does like 3 work?

Connor huffs and glances to the clock. That’ll give him about an hour to kill after school before he can show up at Evan’s. Whatever, he’ll figure something out.

From: Connor To: Evan thats fine tell kleinman if hes being a dick i will hurt him

Evan’s response is almost immediate.

From: Evan To: Connor I wouldnt blame you but ma y be dotn hurt the one pe rson whos gonna knw about us

Connor snorts and puts away his phone. He’ll do his best, but only because Evan asked.

—«·»—

Connor texts Evan as he walks up to the house. The door is open before he can even knock. Evan looks slightly panicked, but also somewhat relieved. Connor lowers his hand from where he was about to knock.

“He here?”

Evan nods and grabs Connor’s sleeve, tugging him inside.

Connor takes off his boots while Evan rambles on about Jared being in his room and talking about something, summer camp? Maybe? And then there’s a tangent about cars? Connor isn’t sure but he puts down his boots, straightens, and puts a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Breathe,” he interrupts. “You’re going to pass out and you really don’t want to leave Kleinman and I alone together.”

Evan takes a slow breath. “Right. Right. He’s… Come on.”

He shows Connor up the stairs, gesturing vaguely to a bathroom as he moves toward his room. Connor didn’t really notice how small Evan’s house is the last time he was here, but now he feels too large in it, like he’s taking up too much space. But it’s also comforting in a weird way, less empty space for thoughts to echo.

Jared spins around in Evan’s desk chair when Evan opens the door. “Man of the hour!” Jared announces, opening his arms in Connor’s direction.

Connor flips him off.

“Okay, rude. I can work with rude.”

“Jared,” Evan says warningly.

“I know, I know.” Jared spins back and forth a little in the chair. For some reason, Connor thinks giving him a chair that turns may have been a bad idea. “If I’m an ass you won’t give me pizza.”

Connor scoffs. “You bribed him?”

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I just— can we not talk about this?”

“Yeah,” Jared agrees. “I was promised juicy deets on whatever the fuck this is.” He motions between Connor and Evan. “Cause uh,” he laughs, “guys, what the shit?”

“We aren’t friends,” Connor says flatly.

Evan twists the hem of his shirt in his hands.

“Yeah no shit, Sherlock.” Jared grabs the arms of the chair and leans forward. “Wait this is a sex thing, isn’t it! Evan you said—”

“It’s not a sex thing!” Evan shouts. “It’s a—” He looks to Connor with wide eyes. “A…fake friend…thing?”

“Excuse me?”

Connor explains before Evan can flounder any more. “I give Evan twenty bucks a week to pretend to be my friend.”

Jared stares at them.

Evan shifts uncomfortably next to Connor. Connor kind of wants to leave, but Evan wants to do this, so…

Jared snorts. “Are you fucking serious?”

Evan cringes. “Y-yes?”

“This is—”

“We know, Kleinman,” Connor snaps. “But we need your help.”

Evan looks at Connor in surprise. ‘We do?’ he mouths to Connor. Connor nods. Spur of the moment thought, but he literally can’t keep dealing with Zoe bugging him about Evan. Who gives a shit if they never hung out together around school, even if that is a lie. He needs some sort of proof so she shuts up.

Jared spins slowly in his chair. “How so?”

“Evan said we emailed each other,” Connor says. “But my dad checks my email. So this email account would have to be ‘secret’.”

Jared raises his eyebrows. “That’s—”

“We know, Jared!” Evan interrupts. “C-can you just—” He glances toward Connor. “We need…emails from over the summer?” Connor nods. “Can you just, like, show me how to fake the timestamps o-or something?”

“Oh yeah, that’s super easy,” Jared says. He leans down and unzips the backpack leaning against the desk and pulls out a laptop. He opens the laptop and types something out. “Secret email account is very—”

Connor grits his teeth. “Just do it, Kleinman.”

“Yeah, yeah. Watch the monkey dance,” Jared mutters to himself. “That’s super fun.” He pauses. “If Evan gets twenty bucks a week for this, what do I get?”

“The gift of life.”

Evan shoots Connor a look.

“Awesome.” Jared types for another moment. “You know,” he says, “twenty bucks seems pretty cheap.”

“Are you trying to be difficult?” Connor grumbles.

“Always.”

“I-it’s fine,” Evan stutters. “Re-really, Jared?”

“I’m just saying,” Jared says with a shrug. “You should totally charge more for more complicated stuff. Twenty for faking friendship, forty for hanging out, sixty for being around the family.”

“What?!”

Connor glances to Evan out of the corner of his eye. Evan is protesting, but it’s not the worst idea. Especially after the dinner that Evan suffered through. Connor is going to have to ‘borrow’ more money from his parents’ wallets, but hey, at least it’s not for weed.

“I really fucking hate that I’m saying this,” Jared and Evan look over to Connor, “but that’s not a terrible plan.”

Jared smirks. “Nice.”

Evan gapes. “W-what?”

“If you spend a few hours dealing with my shitty family, that probably is worth more than saying hi to me in the hallway.” Connor crosses his arms. “I should probably pay you more when you have to deal with more bullshit.”

“N-no, that isn’t— you don’t have to—”

“Let him give you money, Evan.” Jared types rapidly on his laptop. “I’m making you two up a fucking price chart for reference.”

“Jared—”

“One condition,” Connor says. “If we’re doing this it’s only ten dollars a week, if that’s okay,” he directs the last part to Evan. “I’m not a goddamn millionaire.”

“Annoying but valid,” Jared says. “The weekly flat rate is ten dollars then, nonnegotiable.”

Evan sinks down into the other chair that someone had pulled up to the desk.

“I think the first step up is hanging out outside of school.” Jared glances to Connor.

Connor nods. “Three for outside, five for my house.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Evan asks weakly.

“Nope,” Jared says, popping the ‘p’. “If hanging out involves the fam, I say it’s an instant five more.”

“How about two added on to the location fee,” Connor argues.

Jared scoffs. “That’s three dollars, man.”

“Try to remember we’re high schoolers,” Connor says flatly.

Evan wimpers.

Jared pats Evan’s arm. “Okay. Extended family is another three. No arguing that one, extended family is bullshit. Twenty bucks flat for a sleepover. Like on top of the weekly ten.”

Evan’s eyes go wide. “What?! No!”

Jared looks to Connor.

Connor shrugs. “Fine.” He doesn’t think that will be relevant but whatever. If it gets written down it’s not the end of the world.

Jared smiles to himself and starts to type quickly.

“W-what are you doing?” Evan asks, leaning closer to try and get a look at the screen.

Jared elbows Evan away. “Shh I’m working.”

Connor raises his eyebrows.

“Aaaaaand…done.” Jared spins his laptop to show Connor.

Connor squints at the list Jared has made on the document.

This is the Worst Plan I’ve Ever Heard But Have Fun You Friendless Losers created by Jared Kleinman

$10 — weekly flat rate no matter what

—

Casual Shit:

$3 — hanging out outside of school $5 — hanging out at the Murphys’ (+$2 to location fee if it involves other Murphys) (+$3 more if it involves any extended family) $20 — sleepover

—

Romance Shit:

$25 — date $5 — hug $15 — kiss $200 — Full Boyfriend Package™

(FFBP™ decreases all things in this section by $10, except for dates, which drop to $20. No, you do not get paid for hugs, hugs are just free now. Congrats, you just paid two hundred fucking dollars for a free hug)

Connor rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking hilarious,” he deadpans.

Evan pales as he reads it once Jared has turned the screen toward him. “Uh…”

Jared snorts. “It’s called a joke, dude. Learn to take it.”

“J-just delete it,” Evan stammers. “That’s not— we were supposed to make emails.”

“Okay.” Jared highlights the romance section and deletes it. “It’s gone.”

Evan sighs. “Thank you.”

Jared does a keyboard shortcut. “And it’s back!”

“Jared!”

“Gone! And back!”

Evan’s ears turn pink. “S-seriously?”

Jared just wiggles his eyebrows and deletes it again. When he starts to hit undo, Connor leans forward and grabs the laptop out of his hands.

“Dude!”

“We aren’t fucking five,” Connor says. “Can you help us with these emails before my sister tries to call a fucking private detective on me or are you just going to be a dickhead?”

“That’s no way to talk to someone who’s helping you out,” Jared says. But he holds out his hand for the laptop, and when Connor gives it back, he spins around, puts the laptop on the desk, and opens a new tab.

Him and Connor set up a new email account and then Jared has Evan open up his own email. As Jared sets up faked emails that Evan and Connor will fill with mindless shit, Connor looks around Evan’s room.

There’s a window with two small succulents sitting on its windowsill. There are pictures scattered around the room in mismatched frames, a lot of Evan and a woman he assumes is his mother, more than a few of Evan and Jared when they were younger but less and less as they get older until there’s none, and one small picture of Evan with a man that looks vaguely like him that sits on the corner of Evan’s desk, a stack of books obscuring it slightly.

Connor remembers Evan saying something about his dad and looks away.

Evan’s room is much smaller than Connor’s. It’s cozier and cleaner, but still untidy. The books in Evan’s shelves are piled up and tipping over, there are a few sweatshirts draped around the room, and there’s a terrifying looking pile of papers on his nightstand.

“Yo,” Jared says, holding out his laptop to Connor. “Work out what you want these to say with Evan so I can finish this. While you do that I’m going to find some snacks.”

“We’re out,” Evan answers almost immediately from where he’s bent over his laptop.

“I’m going out to buy snacks,” Jared corrects. “See you in a bit, losers.”

Connor stares at the blank form that Jared has pulled up on the screen. How many of these things is he going to have to do and is this going to turn into a school assignment?

“It’s probably easier if one of us starts,” Evan murmurs. “And then we just go back and forth and respond to whatever the other says.”

“Like actual emails.”

Evan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, just faster.”

“Sure. Let’s keep the things that can mark when this shit got sent to a minimum, okay?” Connor’s summer is a blur. He spent probably too much of it high and another big majority of it just doing nothing. Looking back at it, it all just blends together into a mess of shitty and shittier.

Evan nods. “Mhm. I’ll start if you want.”

“Go wild.”

As Evan types, Connor clicks through the other tabs Jared has open. One for the email account, a few google searches, a coding thing Connor doesn’t understand, and the price list. Jared put the romance section back.

Connor makes a note on the document that just says ‘youre a dick’ and clicks back to the dauntingly blank form.

An hour later, Evan has finished his sixth email, Connor is typing out a shitty response, and Jared has shown up with enough chips to feed a small nation. They figure out how to space the emails they’ve already written and Jared gets to work on finishing up the ones they’ve got written.

“Should we do the whole summer?” Evan asks.

Connor shrugs. “I don’t care, Zoe will probably buy it with one or two.”

Jared spins back and forth as he adds all the timestamps. “Someone order a pizza, I’m dying.”

Evan checks the time. “Jared it’s only—”

“Yeah? And?”

“You just ate like an entire bag of chips.”

Jared looks up at Evan. “When has that ever stopped me from eating an entire pizza?”

Evan shakes his head. “W-whatever. The usual?”

Jared shoots him a finger gun as he types with one hand.

“I’ll go with,” Connor says. He follows Evan down to the kitchen to see another twenty dollar bill in the center of the table. “Want me to call it in?” he asks.

Evan nods. “Jared always gets a supreme. If he doesn’t finish he just brings it home.”

Fair, Connor would do the same if he cared more about eating. He can only handle so much of his mom’s cooking. Connor places the call and then waits with Evan at the table. “Does your mom have you get takeout a lot?” he asks, looking at the bill.

Evan follows his gaze. “Uh… I-I mean…yeah. She works all day at the hospital, she’s a nurse, a-and then takes night classes at the college,” he gestures vaguely toward the street and Connor assumes he means the community college that people who are ambitious like Alana Beck go to to take summer classes so they look more impressive to admissions, “so…she doesn’t really have ti-time to cook and I’m— I’m not very good at it,” Evan mumbles. “I can do…ramen? Um…mac n cheese. Instant stuff. Other than that I can make like…pasta and grilled cheese and that’s…sort of it. But she doesn’t have a lot of time to go to the grocery store and I, uh, don’t like going so. Takeout is…easier.”

Connor nods. “I get that. You can’t go wrong with ramen noodles. One day we’ll both be living off them,” he jokes.

Evan looks to him in surprise. He smiles a little. “Y-yeah, I guess that’s true.”

Connor suddenly realizes that he talked about the future casually. About college casually, because he can remember one time when he was little and sick and Larry made ramen noodles for him and Connor had decided that they were the best thing ever and Larry had ruffled his hair and said that he’d get sick of them when they were all he ate in college. It’s uncomfortable. It settles wrong inside him. Because outside of the context of that one quip, the future doesn’t feel real. It feels like some untouchable abstract concept.

Thinking about it makes his stomach turn and makes dark thoughts creep in from the corners of his mind.

He shakes them away and listens to Evan talk about how he’s ruined soup before. It’s better than thinking about a future that hardly exists, one that he’s ready to cut the string on at almost any given moment in time.

Evan buries his face in his hands as he tells Connor about the time Jared tried to make eggs in the microwave and almost set fire to the house. Connor laughs and pretends he’s okay.

When the pizza arrives, Connor pays the delivery person while Evan goes and gets Jared. It’s too early for dinner, but Jared doesn’t care and eats two slices before going upstairs to grab his laptop and then eats another. Evan eats breadsticks and lets Jared carry most of the conversation, about half of which is about how weird Connor eats his pizza.

Evan makes Connor take a slice of pizza back, because he ends up missing dinner at home, and Connor just rolls his eyes and takes the plastic tupperware and promises to give it back at some point. Evan shakes his head and tells him not to, because they have too much and they can never find lids that match. Connor figures he’ll just slip it back into a cabinet the next time he comes over.

Next time. Connor doesn’t think in next times. Weird.

#connor murphy #evan hansen #jared kleinman #deh #deh fanfic #my fics #to have a friend #welcome to Hell

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angelfacehobi · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Tag!

I was tagged by @rapmonluv who is a moonbeam starlight filled wondrous person (and im still like *0* at being tagged by you) thank you so much lovely and aghh all these questions were so good!!! 💕💕

1. What is your favourite song from Dark & Wild, Wings, and LY: Her? Dark & Wild- Danger Wings- Cypher Pt.5 LY: Her- Outro: Her

2. You find yourself in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, what is your survival strategy? Oh god... attempt to hold it together and not have a COMPLETE breakdown whilst barricading myself in a nearby food store before it gets pillaged? WOw I got stressed just thinking about that T.T

3. You win an all expenses paid holiday to wherever you want to go. So… where are you going? I’m gonna go to Hawaii. It super expensive there so if I could go there all expenses paid it would be amazing. I’m studying Natural History and Marine Photography rn soooo the underwater photography opportunities there would be IMMENSE!! Also it’s just so incredibly beautiful with a such a rich cultural history.

4. Do you have any Christmas traditions? What are they? Every year I watch The Santa Clause literally the maximum amount of times I can afford to. Its my favourite christmas movie of ALL time!! This year I got to watch it with my new and much loved roommates which was amazing. Oh and a friend from back home always sends me this same shitty christmas themed chainmail every. single. year. So i guess its kind of become a tradition to send him it back.

5. You can choose any superpower in the world. What do you pick? I would love to be an elemental!! Control the elements!! But on a more practical level I’d like to have invisibility... it would open so many doors!! Did I just say ‘on a more practical level’ when talking about my preferred superpower? I think I did.

6. You are at a classy-ass bar. What is your drink of choice? Ughhhhh I really want to say Long Island Ice Tea but thats not very classy is it?? Gin & Lemonade? Thats not classy but I think it’s as classy as you’ll get from me.

7. If you could pick anyone from BTS to be your platonic best friend, who would you choose and why? Namjooooooooon!!! I think we are quite similar in our demeanours so I feel like we would be at peace around each other. Conversation wouldn’t be forced and silences wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Plus he would be an amazing friend and no one can convince me otherwise...

8. What is your favourite pizza topping? Pineapple!! (don’t hate me!!!) Or goats cheese (don’t hate me!!!)

9. What is one of the best pieces of advice you have ever received? That it’s okay to cut people out of your life and sometimes it’s actually the best thing you can do.

10. Are you a cat person, or a dog person? Kitty Cats!! I even have a tattoo of a cat doodle! <3

11. Who do you pick as your character when playing Mario Kart? this shouldn’t be surprising due to my last answer but I ALWAYS go as Cat Peach!! I didn’t really like Peach but then she got a cat costume... *0* <3

My Questions: 1. If you could buy one present for every member of BTS what would you get them? 2. Whats one thing that you’d like to happen this winter? 3. What is the best present you’ve ever received? 4. What are your top 5 songs right now? 5. What do you like most about yourself? 6. If you could pick one tv show, video game, book, movie universe to live in... which would you pick? 7. What was the last thing you binge watched? 8. What are three things that make you feel warm inside? 9. Top 5 books of all time? 10. What is your astrological sign? Is it accurate to your personality? 11. What are you 10 most used emojis?

I’m tagging; @hobismovingcastle, @gracefully-falling, @softjikookie, @lookingforco, @taaeeter-tots, @freehoseoksdick and @dat-town

#tagged #tag #rapmonluv #thankyouuuuuuu #<3 #mentions

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peachypunk22 · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by @neonponders thank youuuu <3

1. why did you choose your url?

I used to use a different username for almost everything from when I was like 11 and was very 2000′s cringe so I decided to change it to peachypunk bc i liked it more. I kept the 22 because its my fave number

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

technically, yes? i have 3, but they are empty and I do not use them (unless me and holly need more dm chats to write in lol)

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

since 2011 i think? so like 10 years omg why

4. do you have a queue tag?

nah i can’t be bothered to do all that. i don’t think of tumblr as a a place where people follow me for like curated content- it’s just me and my dumb little reblogs and posts shouting into the void

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I think @summerdownturn had one and he made me make one when we were in high school ? i cannot remember for sure though

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it me !

fun fact - that photo was taken like 6 years ago when i was sleep deprived and loopy as fuck after an almost 12 hour shift at a mcdonalds

7. why did you choose your header?

that is a photo I took in South Korea! i thought the colors matched my peachy aesthetic

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

apparently its some shitty late night doodles from 3 years ago? how and why??

blurryface era my beloved. i dont think I’ll ever make a post that is that far reaching again lol

9. how many mutuals do you have?

idk if this is completely accurate, but it looks like 42?

10. how many followers do you have?

535

11. how many people do you follow?

142 (i clean up my follows every once in a while to get rid of deactivated accts)

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

hmmm does this count ?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

i mean when I’m not at work i always have a tab open on my laptop so, in summary, way too much

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

not really? i think the first any only anon hate i ever got was because i posted something about bi/ace solidarity & my personal experience with biphobia from a lesbian roommate and WOW some ppl got triggered on that one

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

makes me even less likely to reblog something

16. do you like tag games?

yes! i love them- it’s how you connect and make online friends

17. do you like ask games?

yes! i always try to send people some when i see them on my dash, even though i don’t always reblog myself- again its how you can make online friends

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

im not cool enough to have mutuals who are “tumblr famous” but also i’m terrible at remember usernames & those things in general so maybe i have a bunch! i don’t know!!

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

not a crush, but im always in awe of how pretty everyone on here is , what a buncha cuties!

20. tags?

hmmm maybe @summerdownturn @minthalo @colonel--sarge @pxisonoak ...or anyone else that wants to!!

#thank you ponder!!!#this was a weird look into the past almost

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mamagabi-s-corner · 7 years ago

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Well there's person on here I talk to we used to talk about memes and what not but then after I shared how sad I felt they kinda stopped talking to me and there's another person on here who is a really well known artist in the fandom I am in let's call them person B and well my friend and them started interacting with each other person B posts daily art and so does my friend they reblog and compliment and make jokes together and my friend started calling them a friend and 1/?

You know how some people reblog friend art and tag it ‘friends art’ and well my friend didn’t really ever talk about me being their friend and reblog my art saying friends art they never said friend to me I was the only one who said it to them and when ever we talked I would always emotionally burst and i have a tendency to vent to people which I know isn’t good and i really have trouble maintaining friendships because I always think that they would leave me and then they actually do even 2/?

Even in real life ever since I was really young and another problem is that you know person B and how they are really well known well their art is exceptional for their age and people keep telling them that and every time I see their art it just hurts its like rubbing salt in your wounds and i keep thinking that my art is the reason why they don’t like me because im not exceptional for my age or that I can never finish pieces or that whenever I upload my art here it degrades like it just 3/?

Ruins the quality and my art ends up looking worse then it actually is and i don’t know what to do I’m just I don’t know and I’m venting to you because I literally cannot find anyone who can actually take me seriously and I cant vent to them because they don’t understand what I’m going through and they will just will say the most basic thing to say to a person when they are sad and i know how I should just block person B If I don’t want to see them on my dash but 3/?

They would find out I’m just really lost right now I just want to cry until my eyes become sore but I can’t I haven’t got a way to express myself my art skills aren’t even that good enough to let me do it and real life to 4/4

That’s a lot to let out. ahem. for the first part, I have no idea why they’d stop talking to you out of the blue just because you expressed your emotions. which is quite odd to say the least. the second part I understand VERY WELL, and truth be honest, it’s very shitty to do! I take it that they didn’t want to mention you for some obscure reason because they wanted to be bffs with that person because.. they’re popular. I know someone who has went through that, and it was because that person wanted a slice of fame.. pity.

also, it’s OKAY TO VENT TO PEOPLE! But sometimes you need to understand that people aren’t venting machines. But then again, there ARE people who are willing to listen. Like me for example. I’m a listener. hence why you’re venting to me, because you probably knew that I would take your feelings into consideration, and you should be surprised that you hit the jackpot there, cuz I’m the kind of person that takes EVERYTHING seriously. In other words, I’m that kind of person who’s full of empathy. I also relate to you on such a level with maintaining friendships. I have severe trust issues, as I in my childhood didn’t have any friends. from middle school to the 8th grade, I was constantly bullied, and I was of course taught that I should ‘forgive’. I remember at one point literally snapping and yelling that I would never forgive them for what they did to me. Hence why I still live with those scars to this day, but then again, I AM DESPERATE for friendships because I want to talk to people, but 99% of the time I am not sure what to talk about.. so I resorted to making an imaginary world for myself.. still there but… it’s been shattered for years..

also, it would be bullshit that someone hates your art because you’re not on PAR with them or above them, like.. age doesn’t matter, art isn’t a talent, it’s a skill. Not everyone will have that. I’ve drawn art since I was a child. and seeing young artists who are way younger than me draw so beautifully, I just ignore it. Well, not ignore it like IGNORE IT, but more like on the aspect of the fact that it’s a child, and they’re aspiring to draw. but even then, there ARE FLAWS in the art of the youth in which a keen eye can see. When you grow as an artist, you begin developing a keen eye to the point you spot mistakes either on your own art, or on other people’s art. which leads to the notion that either you become a critic, or a self-critic, where you criticize yourself too much to the point of dissatisfaction.I am not sure if they’d ‘find out’ that you blocked them, I’d recommend unfollowing them if you don’t want to see them on your dash.also, I am not sure how your art is, but I can tell that you also aspire to be an artist. listen. even if it’s a sketch™, IT’S SOMETHING. There are times where i can’t draw or I don’t feel motivated to draw, so I of course end up either doodling something or sketching something and call it a god damn day. Just remember a few things. art has no form. everyone will have their own art style, unless they mimicked an already existing art style (I have nothing against those people btw), and if you think that the person hates you because your art isn’t the greatest.. well. they need to learn value in art cuz I’ve came out of my mom’s womb with a pencil and a piece of paper in my hands. same with my sister but.. that’s another story.

in other words, if you ever need someone to cry to, or to vent, my doors are open m’kay? and if I don’t respond, it’s cuz I am away from keyboard, or working on my fangame, and also timezones are shit.

#mama birb speaks #long post #humble stranger #venting

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