#im not the most creative person

[m4iya]

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Rekindled Suna Rintaro (fluff, drama, mutual pining, post high school)

Looking in the mirror one more time before leaving home, you applied an extra layer of lip gloss. Volleyball wasn't exactly your thing anymore, but seeing as some friends from your college days had invited you to a game, you figured you'd at least go and hang out with them.

Though one thing had been worrying you lately; one of the boys in your social circle had been a pretty clingy for a while now. You'd dropped hints multiple times that you weren't interested, but it didn't seem that he was getting the memo. The same boy had insisted that he should come as well, since it was a 'group' type of thing, or whatever he meant. You tried to give your friends an excuse so they'd understand that you were uncomfortable, but they didn't seem to get the memo either. You could hardly call them friends, but without them, you knew you'd be alone.

As you caught a train to the venue, you couldn't shake the sense of nostalgia that overcame you.

When you think of volleyball, your thoughts drift to a particular time in your life where you were somewhat involved with it. A close friend that you had in high school was on the volleyball team, and you'd watch his games sometimes. You learnt the rules, positions and local teams all so you could have something to talk to him about. He was somebody who didn't leave your side for the span of those three short years, and you often wonder why that was.

Though, things never progressed further than that. It seemed that sports took up a lot of his time, and you drifted apart after graduating high school. At times like these, you think of him and wonder if he ever does the same.

The venue was completely packed. You found your friends standing near the entrance, waving at you. Next to them were the guys, with the clingy boy standing out like a sore thumb. Ignoring him as he tried to catch your attention, you greeted your friends and walked inside. They led you to the stands where you were frustratingly seated right next to the person you least wanted to be around.

Ignoring him as he spoke incessantly, you watched the players walk onto the court and warm up for the match, barely being able to focus on the introductions of each team due to the irritating voice beside you. Looking over at your friend, you attempted to catch her attention to ask her to swap seats, but she was too occupied with recording the players on her phone, squealing each time they glanced ever so slightly in her direction.

So you sat there through the entirety of the two hour game, wondering if someone would spike the ball far enough and temporarily silence the guy next to you.

As soon as the match ended, you stood up to take your leave, wondering why you showed up in the first place. Though you underestimated how congested the crowds would be, as it took you much longer to leave the stands than you expected.

However, it seemed that you disassociated a little too much, as by the time the sound died down, you were met with a shocking sight.

"Phew, took us a while to get some alone time, am I right?"

Why on earth was he following you? And what makes him think you'd want to be anywhere near him? Whats worse was that he was inching closer to you, looking as though he was trying to tell you something that you definitely didn't want to hear.

"Hey, listen.. I.."

"I'm actually really busy, I've got tons of exams coming up and I need to get home." You blurted, chuckling nervously as you power walked through the hallway. The amount of people around was becoming scarcer, and he didn't seem to be backing away - panic took over.

"Where are you going!?" His voice suddenly grew louder, his hand locking around your wrist.

"Let go of me!" Before you knew it, you were shoved up against the wall, his puckered lips moving closer towards your face. You pushed his shoulders back with all the force you could muster, yet he wouldn't budge.

Just when his sweaty face was mere inches from yours, an obviously forced cough sounded from behind him.

The boy froze in place immediately, whipping his head around to see who it was. To his horror, one of the players from the earlier match had his phone held out, camera pointed towards him.

"Do you know her?" He bluntly asked, his phone still recording. You couldn't shake the feeling that the voice seemed familiar.

"Y-yes! Yes I do! We're college friends!" Stumbling on his words, he stood in front of you in an attempt to hide your face from his view.

"Isn't it weird for a friend to scream 'let go of me'?"

Having been caught out, he murmured a few things before fleeing the scene without even attempting to clear his case.

It seemed that wasn't the last shock you'd be met with today. You caught your breath, only to feel it hitch again as you saw the face of the boy standing in front of you.

"Suna..?" His name left your mouth immediately, zero unfamiliarity with it's pronunciation as though you'd been calling it every day since you'd met.

You weren't the only person who was utterly shocked. His eyes widened as you spoke his name, taking slow steps towards you to confirm.

"Hold on.. You look completely different." He spoke, a light chuckle trailing beside his words.

"I could say the same for you.." Nervously replying, you were suddenly overly conscious of your appearance, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt and adjusting the strap of your handbag.

"How long has it been?"

"..Around seven years."

He sighed, sliding his phone into the pocket of his uniform jacket. "It's seriously been that long?" He paused for a moment, a smile appearing on his face. "I still remember how much we'd talk. You weren't actually ever into Volleyball, were you?"

"You caught me." Embarrassed, you felt your cheeks warm up. Things didn't seem as tense as you'd imagined they might've been.

"So you did that for me?"

You always wondered how he was able to say such embarrassing things with a straight face. You never recalled a moment where he stumbled on his words or even blushed a little - always so straight forward. It made you wonder what stopped him from telling you more about himself - about what he thought of you.

Nodding your head, your eyes struggled to meet his. He didn't reply, though you felt him slump onto the wall beside you.

You were way less reserved now than you were back in high school. Seeing him today was the last thing you imagined would happen. Now that you had him beside you again, you wondered what it'd be like if you were the blunt one this time around.

"Hey.." Speaking up, your voice shaky. "Did you ever, you know.." You struggled to say the words, to ask how he really felt about you after all these years. Memories paced through your mind, recalling the days you spent together, seemingly growing closer over time only for it to come to a halt after graduation. Or so you thought.

"Yeah, I did." His voice was smaller than usual, seemingly being cautious of his tone. Your head tilted towards him, wondering if he realised what he had said.

"And I still do." He added, affirming that he understood what it implied. He chuckled, rubbing his neck - uncharacteristically embarrassed. "Only took me seven years, right?"

You couldn't help giggle, holding your stomach as it shifted into laughter. "I never would've pictured you of all people - acting all shy!"

"Cut it out.." He joked, eventually laughing alongside you. The two of you moved to sit down on a bench nearby, catching up on various things that you'd missed over the years.

"So, how was I on the court?"

Chuckling nervously, you were too embarrassed to admit that you, 1, didn't notice he was there, and 2, was preoccupied with zoning out the annoying chatter from the boy clinging to you. "Um, I'm assuming you, uh.."

"Did you even watch the match?"

"Not really.."

Sighing, he leaned his head against the wall. "Thats fine. I get a few free tickets anyways. You wouldn't miss my games, right?"

"Not again." You weren't really into volleyball, you knew that for sure. But being able to keep your eyes on him for the entirety of the match, watching him do something he'd been into since high school..

You could get used to that.

extra:

One after the other, you’d attend his matches as a regular spectator from the stands. No one else knew about you, and he decided to keep it that way.

After a particular match, you made your way to the sidelines where he and his teammates were signing merchandise for the attendees. As soon as he noticed you, he turned his head down to the jersey he was signing in embarrassment of what you might say. Noticing this, his teammates tapped his shoulder; you were waiting after all!

“How long are you going to keep her waiting?” They teased.

He sighed, finishing off what he was doing and looking towards you.

“Can I get a picture?” You ‘timidly’ asked, holding your phone out to him.

“Fine.”

He held the phone upwards and slung his arm around your waist. You could feel the gazes of onlookers as he snapped the picture, wondering who you were. Once you left, other people came forward, asking for photos as well, but he had already slipped away into the changing rooms. The two of you had plans after all.

[freakinator]

possessive clown ftw🔥🔥🔥

while normally idc how my drawings are interpreted, this comic takes place during s2 so please keep it platonic only as zam was still a minor during this time thank you <3

[Image ID

Both images contain the same black and white comic, the first scanned via phone and the second of the raw picture.

First panel features a smiling Zam with a bruised left eye, he has a spherical head with minimal features, a floating halo, and a fluffy cape. He is looking down grasping his cape at the central clasp with his right hand and caressing the area near his bruise with his left. He says, "Aha... You'd think I'd be better at handling this -- y'know, being a hardcore player and all..."

Second panel he says with a shakey smile, "I'm sorr--" His left hand is grabbed by an offscreen person's right hand with ruffled short gloves.

Third panel, the offscreen person says, "Zam..." as Zam looks up with a questioning look and a tear dripping down his right eye. The person continues while still grasping Zam's hand, "Listen to me..."

Fourth panel, Clownpierce is facing directly at the camera with his and a now offscreen Zam's hands just below his face. He is wearing a smiling mask stitched to a two-tailed jester hat that's stiff and look like outward-pointing horns, the right side designed with horizontal stripes and the left designed with a grid, and a neck ruff. He says, "I'm the only one who can hurt you."

Fifth panel, Clown continues, "Not Vitalasy, not Mapicc, and definitely not those bitchass Poggies." The back of is Clown's head and neck is shown, he is towering over Zam who is looking up and still in tears but wears a more neutral open-mouthed expression.

Sixth panel, a now offscreen Clown says, "So if anyone comes to ruin your day..." as he wipes away an alerted Zam's tear with his left hand.

Seventh panel, Clown continues, "...you come to me, got that?" as he rests his hand on Zam's cheek who is looking at him neutrally, one tear still on his right eye but no longer dripping.

Final panel, Zam says "Got it." as he smiles and rests his head against Clown's left hand and closes his own left hand on Clown's right one. Clown replies, "Attaboy."

End ID]

pure transcript below the cut

Zam: "Aha..."

Zam: "You'd think I'd be better at handling this--"

Zam: "--y'know,"

Zam: "being a hardcore player and all..."

Zam: "I'm sorr--"

Clown: "Zam..."

Clown: "Listen to me..."

Clown: "I'm the only one who can hurt you."

Clown: "Not Vitalasy,"

Clown: "not Mapicc,"

Clown: "and definitely not those bitchass Poggies."

Clown: "So if anyone comes to ruin your day..."

Clown: "...you come to me, got that?"

Zam: "Got it."

Clown: "Attaboy."

[local-farmer-girl]

My Stardew Valley Sexuality Headcanons:

(These are subject to change)

Bachelorettes:

Abigail: Bisexual but prefers women

Emily: Asexual, panromantic

Haley: Lesbian

Leah: Also a lesbian

Maru: Bisexual but prefers men

Penny: Straight

Bachelors:

Alex: Gay

Elliott: Demisexual, doesn't care about a person's gender and doesn't care to label his sexuality either

Harvey: Bisexual but prefers men

Sam: Pansexual

Sebastian: Bisexual with no preference

Shane: Straight until he's a few drinks in

[skrimbloz]

Every single person’s Ninja designs are unique from each other even if it’s by the slightest amount and I just think that’s really neat :)

[mamawasatesttube]

kon is not really a leader (though he's also not an idiot actually and i will die on this hill) but he's such a good right hand man. very loyal. mom friend. powerhouse. this is Also why timkon are so spirk coded (but this time it's flipped) and in this essay i will

[imaredshirt]

Posted chapter 3 to And The Puzzle is Broken. Not gonna lie, not much happens in this one and its a bit short, but I can safely say that this chapter ends the first mini arc of "Stanley Goes Looking for Stanford's Mysterious Assistant."

And now begins the second arc, "Stanley Accidentally Kidnaps the Assistant to Help Fix the Portal, and the Assistant Makes Things Really Fucking Difficult Because He Does NOT Like the Portal - He Doesn't Really Remember Why, But the Point Still Stands."

In other words, the exposition is over, and I finally get to write about Stan and Fidds being little weirdos in the cabin. Fun times ahoy.

[vitaetmorsfilo]

i'm rewatching gravity falls and it boggles my mind how people are still to this day misunderstand mabel's character

you know what, EVERYONE who says that mabel is to blame for starting weirdmaggedon, i have something to say to you

You are guilty of the same crime you say Mabel has committed - Escapism

"what does it have to do with us??" excuse you, if you don't have the courage to face the reality and retreat to consuming content of your favourite shows, whilst not having anything or anyone tethering you to the real world, then you are guilty

(and btw, in the light of recent info, i. e. Book of Bill and dippers nightmares, then he too, is guilty of escaping from reality to fantasy of being ford's apprentice :P)

Now Fucking Fight Me

[puppppppppy]

guy who only asks questions if they feel insightful enough to be worth asking and only hangs out if there is smth to do together <- deeply uncomfortable of the idea of wasting someones time

[balladetto]

hh...hii.

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[velveteen-vampire]

i feel like im probably never going to finish the fic i was writing about my iterator ocs. but if i did it would be epic

[lemongogo]

need 2 find myself again in 2025 . tbhwu

[offorestsongs]

sorry for not posting much these past few days, i am currently like a christmas dish that's been put in the freezer for later

[bagea]

MY NICHE

[sophiethewitch1]

This might just be the identity issues but I don't think people get weird enough with the concept of reader inserts

[sadkachow]

if i hear one more pro-ai take i fear i may start exploding people with my brain