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Greatwise content bc these gays live in my head rent free and it's giving me brainrot so badly
I love them <3 idc if it's a crackship/rarepair
#will byers#gareth emerson#gareth stranger things#will stranger things#greatwise#still a fucking amazing ship name 10/10#fanart#stranger things#will the wise#gareth the great#pls I love them sm#i need more content of them#don't like don't interact#it's not hard /lh#:)
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old men's little guys
#again they're separate tweets in the linked words! the first pic is older#got a buncha whoopsies in the 2nd pic so this is the revised one LMAO i give u the tumblr priviledge#ive been playing HSR since release day would you believe me that the standard banner gave me every 5* charas except yanqing#and bronya like i s2g if it gives me bronya or Not yanqing b4 i can hit its 300 pull. i will sue yanqing personally idc if hes 14 /lh#old long-life grandpas with their boys whos either unsatisfied or doesnt know how to accept gifts pick a struggle#qiiarts#zhongli#jing yuan#yanqing#xiao#lumine#sword choices were hard SKDJFHSDF#genshin impact#honkai star rail#stelle
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maybe. I hope you guys never stop asking for ranchers
#once again struggling so hard with the human anatomy but we pull through!! Practise makes perfect!!#rancher duo#team ranchers#tango tek#jimmy solidarity#trafficblr#trafficshipping#how dare you douse tango in water /lh. I'm only forgiving you because it made me think of more rancher fluff#I desperately want Jimmy to absentmindedly play with Tango's tail and I desperately want Tango to like that. He gets to purr as a treat#he's messing Jimmy's feathers the fuck up but its okay. boyfriend priveleges#tubby art
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picture perfect - lhs
pairing: ex!heeseung x midnight rain!reader genre: angst, exes meeting again in a different circumstance, heeseung is getting married, the one that got away word count: 2.5k summary: what's worse than interviewing your ex-fiancé for his wedding while tormented by the life you could have had? especially when you couldn't stop glancing on the ring on his finger.
My boy was a montage A slow-motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice
“When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?”
The room was colder than you expected, or maybe it was the weight of the moment that made you shiver. Five years had passed since you left Heeseung behind, but here you were, standing across from him again. He stood in a pristine tuxedo, tailored to perfection, like the life he now led—polished, flawless, but distant. Heeseung, heir to a powerful conglomerate, and you, the broadcast journalist in a media uniform tasked with interviewing him for what was being called the "wedding of the century."
It had been an impossible love, one you knew couldn’t last. But that didn’t stop you from falling hard for him.
Back in college, it felt like the stars had aligned just for you two. You met by chance in a quiet library, studying late at night. You were flipping through notes, while he sat across from you, struggling to stay awake after hours of classes and business meetings for his family’s company. He caught your eye when he nearly fell asleep, knocking a stack of books to the floor.
“You alright there?” you had teased, a soft smile playing on your lips.
Heeseung rubbed his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, just tired. Guess business majors don’t get to sleep, huh?”
That small interaction turned into late-night study sessions and shared meals at the local café, hiding from the world that seemed to have already decided your places. The more you learned about him, the more the quiet, gentle side of him drew you in—the side that wasn’t always front and center in the media’s image of him.
“Let’s keep this just between us,” Heeseung had said once, eyes soft as the two of you sat together in a dimly lit restaurant far off campus, tucked into a corner where no one would recognize him. “The world outside… it’s too complicated.”
You agreed, understanding the stakes. His family had expectations, and you were just an ordinary student. Yet, it didn’t stop the stolen glances in class or the secret hand-holding when no one was watching.
Those were some of the happiest moments of your life. No matter how fleeting, they felt like something real, something lasting.
And then there was that night—your last trip together before everything changed. The two of you had gone to a secluded beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore the only witness to your love. Underneath a sky full of stars, Heeseung pulled out a ring, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at you, eyes wide with hope.
“I know it’s crazy… but marry me,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I want you to be the person I come home to. The one who knows me when the rest of the world only sees… him.”
You had said yes without hesitation. How could you not? In that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. You had both once pictured yourselves at opposite ends of the aisle—him in a crisp, white tuxedo, and you in the wedding dress of your dreams. It was this memory of him that still kept you awake at night.
But reality didn’t wait long to rear its ugly head. Graduation came, and with it, responsibilities neither of you could ignore. You got your dream job as a news presenter, but it meant constant travel. Heeseung, meanwhile, was tied to his family’s legacy, the weight of it pressing down on him, anchoring him to a life you couldn’t share.
"I can’t leave everything behind," he had told you one night, frustration evident in his voice. "This is who I am."
"I know," you replied quietly, staring down at the engagement ring on your finger, feeling its weight more than ever. "And I’m not asking you to. But I… I need to be someone too. I can’t just be… your shadow."
Heeseung had pleaded with you to stay, to make it work somehow, but deep down, you both knew it wasn’t possible. The worlds you came from were too far apart, the demands on you both too great.
When you took off the ring that night in his car, your hands trembling, the look in his eyes broke you. Heeseung had always been composed, even under pressure, but that night, he cried. You watched as his tears fell, and the ache in your chest felt unbearable.
"I’m sorry," you whispered, voice barely holding steady as you placed the ring in his palm. "I love you, but I can’t… I can’t do this."
Heeseung had tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. All he could do was watch as you opened the car door and walked away.
Now, five years later, that past stood between you like an invisible wall.
The soft murmur of crew members adjusting lights and setting up cameras filled the studio, but all you could hear was the steady, rhythmic pounding of your heart. Heeseung sat in front of you, the gleam of his dark wedding tuxedo catching the artificial light. His hand rested on his knee, the gold band on his ring finger gleaming—a silent reminder of everything that had changed.
You cleared your throat, shuffling your notes, attempting to shake off the unease settling over you. This was supposed to be just another interview—routine, professional. But the tension in the air was palpable, an invisible thread tugging at memories you thought you’d buried.
"Mr. Lee?," you asked again, your voice steady, eyes fixed on the paper in front of you to avoid the intensity of his gaze. "A lot of people are curious about your relationship with Ms. Choi. When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?"
Heeseung shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes flickering to yours before looking down at his hands. For a moment, he hesitated, and you found yourself unconsciously glancing at his left hand again—the wedding band glinting under the lights. The sight of it made your stomach twist.
"When did I know…" Heeseung trailed off, his voice quiet, reflective. He took a deep breath before answering, his eyes still focused on his hand. "I think love can be complicated. Sometimes, it’s not about a single moment, but a series of small ones. You come to realize what's expected of you, and you grow into it, bit by bit."
It was a carefully worded response—safe, diplomatic. He wasn’t answering the question. Not really. And that tugged at something deep inside you, pulling at threads you didn’t want to unravel.
You nodded, trying to move forward, but your thoughts were slipping. "But… when did it feel like more than just expectation? When did it feel like love?"
The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. Too personal. Too revealing. Heeseung’s eyes snapped to yours, surprised at the sudden shift, the edge in your voice. For a second, the air between you thickened, the unspoken past rising to the surface.
"When did it feel like love?" Heeseung repeated slowly, his eyes lingering on your face, as if searching for something. His voice softened. "There was a time I thought I knew… what love felt like."
You blinked, the space between his words loaded with meaning. There was an implicit sadness in the way he spoke, a crack in the façade he’d been holding up for so long.
You felt yourself sinking deeper into the moment, losing grip on the professional veneer you had worked so hard to maintain. Your gaze dropped to his left hand again, to the gold ring encircling his finger. It felt suffocating, knowing it symbolized a future you once imagined would be yours.
Your own fingers absentmindedly brushed against your ring finger, where once a promise had been worn but was now bare. Heeseung’s eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again.
The camera’s blinking red light reminded you where you were. You cleared your throat, refocusing on the script, but your mind was still spiraling.
You hesitated before asking the next question, feeling the weight of it before the words even left your mouth. It wasn’t on the script—it wasn’t the kind of thing you were supposed to ask in an interview like this. But it was the question you had to ask, the one lingering at the back of your mind since you stepped into the room.
You swallowed, feeling your pulse in your throat. "Are you happy?"
The silence that followed was suffocating. Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, and for the briefest moment, his polished composure cracked. His eyes softened, as if searching for something in yours.
He hesitated, his gaze dropping briefly to the ring on his finger again—gleaming and perfect, a stark contrast to your own bare hand. The ring you had taken off five years ago.
"I... I have everything I’m supposed to want," he began, voice quiet, almost too quiet for the room. His answer was measured, careful, like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was you. "I’ve built a life, a career... I’m where I’m supposed to be."
But then his eyes met yours again, and for a heartbeat, something vulnerable passed between you. "But happiness?" He let the question hang in the air, not answering it fully, but leaving the meaning clear. His gaze lingered a second longer, unspoken words filling the silence.
You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check as the weight of what wasn’t said between you pressed down. His answer, or lack of one, told you everything.
You glanced down at your next question, but your voice betrayed you, trailing off as you asked, "Do you… ever think about the life you could have had? If things had been different?"
Heeseung’s gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. The question hadn’t been on the script. You hadn’t even realized you’d said it until it was too late. A deafening silence filled the room, every crew member, every camera operator feeling the tension brewing between you both.
His jaw clenched slightly, and for a moment, it looked like he wasn’t going to answer. But then, his voice came, soft, barely above a whisper, yet laced with emotion. "Sometimes… I think about the life I could have had. The life I almost had."
The way he said it made your breath hitch. You weren’t sure if anyone else in the room could hear it, but to you, it felt like the only thing that mattered. His words hung in the air, filling the space between you with a weight too heavy to ignore.
You tried to regain control, but you were slipping further, your thoughts clouded by the memories you had worked so hard to forget. "Do you have any regrets about the past?” you asked, the question intended more for your own sake than for the magazine.
Heeseung's expression softened, and for the first time throughout the interview, his voice wavered. ‘Regret... it's complicated. There are times when you make choices because you believe they’re what’s best for everyone. Yet there are nights when you can’t help but think… what if?’"
His words hit you like a wave, washing over you with the force of all the unspoken feelings between you. What if. Two simple words, yet they carried the weight of everything you had left behind.
Your breath hitched, and you glanced down at your notes, trying to steer the interview back to safer ground. But the damage was done. You couldn’t hide from the truth anymore.
You felt your eyes well up, memories flooding back of the days when Heeseung had been your world. The secret rendezvous, the promises whispered under moonlit skies, the proposal on the beach—the life you almost had. You swallowed hard, pushing the memories down.
"Two weeks until the wedding," you said, your voice hollow, desperate to pull the conversation back to the present. "Are you… ready?"
Heeseung didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, as if seeing past the years, past the distance, and straight into the heart of the girl he had once loved. His lips parted, but the answer you expected didn’t come.
"Are you?" he asked quietly, the question hanging in the air like a lifeline.
Your breath caught in your throat. The room felt too small, the walls too close. You blinked, shaking your head slightly as if that could shake off the weight of the moment.
The tension between you was unbearable now. You could feel every unsaid word, every lingering regret, every what-if stretching between you, filling the space with a heaviness you could no longer ignore.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Lee," you said, your voice tight, trying to wrap up the interview before you completely unraveled.
But as you stood to leave, Heeseung’s voice stopped you.
"Y/N…"
He adjusted his cufflinks, and the air between you grew heavier. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “Do you ever think about… that time?”
You looked at him, surprised he had asked. The cameras aren’t rolling anymore. “All the time,” you admitted, the truth slipping out before you could stop it.
Heeseung nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah… me too.”
You paused, not daring to turn around, your heart in your throat.
"If I had another chance…" His voice was barely a whisper now, but it sliced through the room like a knife. "I would risk everything."
Your hand hovered on the door handle, but you couldn’t move. His words clung to you, wrapping themselves around your heart like a vice. You swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.
But you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t.
Instead, you stepped out of the studio, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you, knowing that you’d leave this room just as you had left him five years ago—heartbroken and haunted by what could have been.
About an hour after the interview, you found yourself standing at the back of the studio, watching as Heeseung and his fiancée posed for their couple shots. He looked effortlessly handsome in his pristine black tuxedo, while she glimmered in a flowing gown, radiant and picture-perfect.
“Smile a little wider, Heeseung!” the photographer urged, and your heart ached as you watched him comply, his smile lighting up the scene in a way that had once been reserved for you.
You swallowed hard, the memories flooding back—late-night laughter, whispered secrets, and the way he’d promised you the world. A crew member nudged you, breaking your reverie. “They really are the perfect couple,” he said.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick with unshed tears.
As you turned away, the sight of them—the life you had once envisioned—felt like a dagger to your heart. It was time to leave, to step back into your own reality, but a lingering question haunted you: What if things had been different?
#heeseung#heeseung angst#heeseung fluff#lee heeseung#fanfiction#jungwon#enhypen au#fluff#kpop#sunghoon#sunoo#enhypen#yang jungwon#ni ki#heeseung smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen smut#heeseung hard hours#sunghoon smut#angst#light angst#enhypen angst#one shot#drabble#wedding#queen of hearts#lhs#park jay#enhypen x reader
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HI HI !! m' discord server is finally finished ! ♪ so sorry for the delay on it x0 emote previews below, but there are tons more in the server plus some othr things 2 do too !! hope 2 see u there ! :3
https://discord.gg/chococritters
#。unrecovery#custom emoji#discord emotes#discord emote server#discord emoji server#discord emoji#emoji#chocoperrito#custom emote#discord emote#i hope it looks okay!#worked .. too hard on it#/lh /silly
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different drum // the stone poneys 🎶
#my art#daycare attendant moon#moon fnaf#moon x oc#moondrop x oc#masc y/n#moon x y/n#moondrop x y/n#rhys#doombop!#clutching at the bars of my enclosure gnawing through the steel#different drum by the stone poneys is a lovely song and it gives me SUCH aromantic vibes.#in this ESSAY I WILL-#asdjfsjfksks#sun and reader trying so hard to read the other#meanwhile just. moon and reader over here like “idk what's going on here” “dating.” “okay sure whatever” adjakdk. /lh
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🚨 yearning boy 🫵 yearning boy alert 🫵 🚨
silly guy yearning at 4am over crush who is also silly
alt under the cut
alt. without the shoujo manga bg
#mblue art#cross!sans#self insert#(the power a yearning skeleton can have over me...)#(the anime is flowing thru me its coursing thru ma veins /j)#(WHO'S the yearning guy NOW!!! 🫵 /lh)#(he got that shoujo manga type imagination cus he's yearning hard and listening to rom songs)#(and hes a like .a weeb his bestie is literally a weeb memester he is Influenced)#(a friend said kiss kiss fall in love and theyre so right so real i bet the ohshc op is one of the songs in the playlist he's listening)#campus au#cm#cm route
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i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.
that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.
the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.
i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.
and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.
so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.
#necrotic festerings#jaytim#tim drake x jason todd#gotham knights game#i hate their character designs for what it's work#BUT the size difference. jesus.#anyway i could write a gotham knights jaytim fic i think#i'm *very* unsure the ages intended for these characters#bc tim certainly seems to be intended to be a teenager#whereas jason seems in his 20s so i think it's a gap that's bigger than the comics#which also makes it fun. usually you don't get a ton of age gap with jaytim they're just under 2 yrs apart#but this tim is definitely still a teen and jason is an adult.#and seems to enjoy being a bad influence on tim in the game so#there's such good fodder for some dead dove shit#anyway the funny thing is i like this game#you don't want to know how many hours i've played it#it's just best treated as a seperate iteration of the characters than being an adaptation of anything#esp since they're *so* vague and waffly on jason's backstory#as well as not giving a ton of info on how tim became robin#you assume it's similar to comics but some details leave gaps in the timeline. so idek#probably not somehting meant to be thought about too hard.#but i'm an overthinker at heart.#my point is they're gay. this is gay. it baffles me ppl don't look at this as the gayest shit alive.#tim daring jason to shoot him is the most tim drake thing in this game#well that and tim wanting to make a talon in the belfrey.#also NO one say a word about the gif quality /lh#i had to make it MYSELF#i do everything around here to show off their gay shit#sorta tempted to just make a masterpost of “every gay ass interaction between jaytim”#bc i've seen some clips from the titans show
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You got me like a loose cannon...
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#emd fanart#the brainrot is brainrotting#again hehe~#some colored warm-ups of 1D cuz i cannot be stopped#i laughed so hard at his grumpy face hehe...what a way to warm up/lh#and Two!! cuz him 💜✨#it's been a while since i've colored anyways..#~also minor spoilers~#teehee!#:)
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annoying ~ lhs
sypnosis : you just moved and came to your brothers school and your known as a chatterbox. your a freshman and you ended up crushing on your brothers best friend, lee heeseung who is the strict student council and sadly ... he's a senior. and you can't date seniors can you?
features : sunghoon enha , chaewon lsfm , rei ive.
genre : best friends sister trope , yapper x listener , angst + fluff (some suggestiveness)
pair : college senior student council!hee x college freshman fem!reader
chapter(s) : ONE 2 3 4
To say heeseung was tired of being your brother’s friend was an understatement, he was sick of it.
All your brother did was boss him around all damn day and force him to babysit a chattering little girl; which, if you didn’t know, was you.
his temper wasn’t bad or anything, no. he was perfect at keeping himself in check and not letting little things tick him off.
But somehow when you came around and opened your big mouth while staring up at him with pretty eyes, he always had a hint of aggravation and something else hidden underneath that he just couldn’t put his finger on.
Thats why today, when he told you to be quiet and you obliged with a sad pout, he sighed.
The silence helped him think of course, but it wasn’t the damn silence.
it was you for fucks sake.
well.. you weren’t doing anything anymore but he couldn’t help but get annoyed just by staring at your pouty lips.
"You know what ... you can talk. i dont want to see you pout or whatever."
The words had left to quickly, but when he glanced at your big smile and the way you immediately turned into a yapping machine, something made him feel like that was worth it.
——————
the past few days after the incident went surprisingly well.
no stress, no signs of you, no signs of your brother.
Until one day that was ruined.
student council was kicking his ass more than usual, calling him for dumb things like someone vaping or a lost bookbag.
all the stress crashed down all on him in one day. leaving him a ball of angered nerves.
what was WAY worse was he had to walk you home today due to your brothers busy schedule with basketball, why did that idiot always have to leave you with him?
he had been listening to your story about something in class he couldn’t even pretend to care about and it was getting tiresome.
Clearly, you saw his face and spoke up. “Oppa? whats wrong with—“
but he immediately cut you off and yelled, his voice getting louder and harsher.
"Do you seriously not understand how much you're getting on my nerves? You can't seem to keep your mouth shut, it's like you're completely oblivious to how loud and irritating you are. You're just so.. so DAMN ANNOYING."
He paused and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger after lashing out.
he rubbed his temple and felt his veins popping under his skin, making everything around him spin.
suddenly, he heard sniffles, making him stiffen.
He whipped his head around and saw you crying. you were full on bawling, all cause of him.
before he could speak you rushed off down the street with your face covered in tears and a bit of snot, probably going the wrong direction if you didn’t think straight.
after all these years of being beside since you were little up until now, he promised your brother he wouldn’t upset you.
yet here he was, watching you rush off with tears.
Fuck… your brother was definitely gonna chew him out when he saw you.
#; annoying lhs#heeseung soft hours#enhypen heeseung#lee heesung x reader#lee heesung smut#heeseung x reader#heeseung fluff#lee heeseung#heeseung angst#heeseung smut#heeseung#heeseung enhypen smut#heeseung hard thoughts
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Chapter 5 page 21-23
The imps don't always have a good sense of direction-
previous /// next
#limited hero#zelda au#tloz#the legend of zelda#lh#limitedhero#comic#au#imps#lh twilight#backgrounds are hard#i swear i always have a feeling i've forgotten something
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Nica as that one Artem card on the CN server 🫶
Ref under the cut!
And here's a close-up
Eat well.
#lowkey took a month to make#but i didn't constantly work on it so there's that#also dont squint too hard /lh#nica schwartz#ikevil nica#nika schwarz#ikevil nika#ikemen villains#ikevil#ikemen series
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breaking news: footage from the @teenagemutantninjaturtleshowdown has been leaked!
#/lh#djdjdjd our boy raph fought hard but donnie fought harder it seems 😔#clapping#we'll get um next time boys /ref#mycel doodles#rottmnt#tmnt 2012
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Legend has it...
the moss was the reason why i gave cj a chance x] (i didnt really know who tally hall was very well,,,sorry th fans)
anyways! ramble time (we love those don't we)
he is a spirit, has never been a human
his statue is a sort of...vessel? idk the word, but he can't go far from it. if he tries to leave the statue he just teleports back to it
he is the oldest of the jashlings, and the second hardest to find (first is space jash because well...he's in space)
was a storyteller/writer/singer, would probably get along with the gw announcer)
the spirit form is always around, but physically appears when the statue is interacted with (see example below)
form is yellowish and glows, like a lightning bug!
he doesn't directly talk to you, would just start singing stories and warnings before disappearing again
he's a little sad that his statue is getting dirty and would appreciate a clean up
however, the tear stains never disappear no matter how hard you scrub
who knows how long he's been there
or what his name is
but we know the name of his creator!...only because its engraved in his stone
who the fuck is named "chonny jash" anyways? must have been an interesting guy...or a total weirdo
#another cid jashling nobody can stop me#me with cj was like#man this guy really like tally hall IS THAT THE MOSS???#this was in feb of last year and its only gone downhill from there#/lh#this was very fun to do#ive never drawn woods so dont look too hard#this one and the space jash background were very good learning experiences#one more fun fact i gave the statue a contrapposto pose!#at least tried to#its just a way that a lot of statues are made to give off a relaxed pose#chonny jash#angelo tag
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me: *really likes digital art that looks textured and uneven like real paint*
me: wow I wish my art looked like that
*attempts to use textured brushes*
me: no no bad no why isn’t it doing the things I want it to why can’t I control where the color is going
rinse and repeat.
#All of this is very /lh I keep trying to use textured brushes and I’m making some progress#But it’s so hard lol#rambling
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really not liking the discourse coming from the trailer 😩
why do we have to put all the blame solely on either blitzø or stolas ?? Im tired of ppl seeing their situation as black and white
"stolas sucks for being so cold towards blitz" clearly blitz crossed a line of some sort.. stolas is pretty patient and understanding when it comes to blitz, but that doesn't mean he's not allowed to feel hurt and be reactivate when he's pushed too far (ie kicking blitz out via portal). despite understanding blitz's feelings and where they're coming from, he (blitz) still does and says some pretty hurtful shit and those he's hurt are allowed to express it.
"blitz is the worst and stolas deserves better" blitz is a very hurt and traumatized person who deals with his feelings in unhealthy ways. I've made a post about this, but its understandable why he feels the way he does about his relationship with stolas/the way he views stolas. I feel like his blowup from the trailer is going to be understandable (even if he ends up being more hurtful than he means to). blitz isn't some "irredeemable" monster and im tired of people treating him that way :/
both stolas and blitz have done things in their relationship that have hurt the other. both stolas and blitz have trauma/history/issues that make it completely understandable why they act the way they do and treat people the way they do. neither of them are perfect. both of them are messy and make mistakes and are insecure. it doesn't mean the two of them can't better themselves and come to understand each other and create a healthier relationship for themselves.
#stolitz#stolas#blitzø#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#tp#its hard out there being a stolas and blitzø fan 😔 /lh
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