#jellow

[blinggirlsstuff]

[palalabu]

Boo! This man caused us a red flag. Boo!

[leclercskiesahead]

Crying because you can listen to Carlos interviews in 2018 and listen to his interviews now and he still speaks the same way and his attitude and motivation hasn’t wavered a bit 🥲

[thescaryhyperfem]

Aw hell nah they threw the jarate at the scoyt!! 😭😭

[theokusgallery]

I'm not currently able to draw much but I miss them too much so. Picrew it is

[morgana-ren]

I actually got dressed and went outside today for the first time in over a year. I genuinely forgot how long multi-layered goth outfits and makeup take to do. I haven't seen my hair straight since I dyed it red months ago. I literally forgot I'm capable of not always looking like a mess and a half.

[0dontophobia]

The Jellowing

Planes of Humanity:

Divinity - a place of complete peace and perfection, these are where the beans live

Destruction - a demonic hell where Tias live

Desire - a greasy hierarchy where Tasios live

Depression - a quiet meadow where Marissas live.

The plane of Divinity is located in a place the beans call the Saven Haven, it is a utopian world which all beings are made the same with different endowments to serve the plane as a whole, every bean is a working bean, whether they be a higher up or a common bean whose purpose is to power the system. This realm is ruled by Divinity Bean, a high powerful bean whom created beans in the first place, while beans are now much more manufactured and can be created by higher ups, those who are created by Divinity herself are held to a higher regard than the common bean. The hierarchy of the Saven Haven is as follows:

Divinity Bean - the creationist of life on the Haven, ridiculously powerful and omnipotent. Does not live in the Haven instead she lives in the 4th dimension and can only be called in emergencies.

Baby Bean - one of the first creations of Divinity, is the embodiment of purity and does not have an endowment. Seen as a religious figure and is used as an icon. In the Haven, she cannot age.

High Beans - the authority and government of the Haven. Creators of working and common beans, their job titles can vary but are usually referred to as “highness”

Protector Beans - created only to protect the Haven by any means necessary, also called Guard Beans.

Gateway Beans - beans that specifically guard the gateways of the Haven. These beans also have access to enter the gateways they guard.

Working Beans - created to be the basic worker of the system; their job titles can vary depending on how important it is to the system.

Common Beans - npc beans, they do not have a set purpose.

The plane of Destruction is located in a place the Tias call the Hellscape, it aspires to be everything that the Haven is not. A war based economy in which all able bodied Tias are assigned a militia they must attach themselves with in order to help conquer and destroy distant planets and worlds in Humanity. While the other planes dislike this attitude it is justified as destruction is in the nature of every Tia, and must exist to balance Divinity. The realm is ruled by Destruction Tia, or as she likes to be called, Terror. Terror is the lineage of an heir of Tias whom have been ruling the Hellscape for centuries, her mother is also responsible for executing the attacks against the other planes in the Tia Takeover. She can create Tias using her gem within her staff, despite Tias being able to reproduce sexually it is much more advised for asexual reproduction. The hierarchy of the Hellscape is as follows:

Destruction Tia - the main creator of Tias and ruler of the Hellscape, she is praised and loved by her people for her unusually cruel demeanor, and sense of authoritarianism. She rules the realm with an iron fist.

Banshee Tias - these are Destruction Tia’s highest guards, these are Tias she trusts to be inside of her castle and help her make decisions and plan out attacks, think of them like advisors or ministers.

Hell-bound Tias - these are general guards inside Terror’s castle and around the Hellscape, they can also be considered a form of police.

Bloodcurdling Tias - Tias in a specific militia or army.

Common Tias - NPC Tias, these are Tias that have not matured enough to become apart of a militia or group.

Male Tias - the Hellscape has a general hatred towards male Tias as they are the reason the plane has been targeted so hard by the Haven, due to them believing The Man is a male Tia from the Hellscape, because of this; they are treated as a second class citizen and are not trusted to even be considered useful for a militia or group.

The plane of Desire is located in a place that does not exactly have a name, due to the environment of the plane, it’s name changes constantly, but to keep it consistent, every other plane refers to it as the Order. The Order is a crime riddled mess of a society, where a person’s wants comes before their needs, and every Tasio will do any means necessary to get what they want. Because of the disorder and anarchy of the Order, there is no specific Tasio in power, as it is a constant battle to the top that never ends, but whomever is on top in that moment is simply called Desire Tasio. The hierarchy for the Order is as follows

Orb of Being - the orb that creates Tasios, it is highly praised and sought after by every Tasio; however, the actual orb is not even within the sight of Tasios, it is kept somewhere safe and secret inside of the Order, so that it does not fall into the wrong hands. But to keep a general order, there is a replica orb to distract Tasios from getting the real one.

Desire Tasio - whatever Tasio holds the “Orb of Being”. They do not have any inherent power except the fact that they have the orb.

Common Tasio - any Tasio that doesn’t have the orb.

The plane of Depression is located in a place the Marissas call the Silent Meadow, previously called the Meadowlands; it was changed after the Tia Takeover, which wiped out half the population of Marissas that lived there. The Meadow is just as it sounds, quiet, somber, and melancholy, Marissas are sparse and live far away from each other, the ruling in the realm is very loose, due to so little the population, it is run like a common village, the townspeople have markets and respect their ruler; Depression Marissa. Depression Marissa is the complete ruler of the Silent Meadow, she is quiet and aloof. Most of her body is missing due to how she creates Marissas, which requires she sacrifice something of herself everytime she creates. This especially took a tole when the population was depleted. The hierarchy for the Silent Meadow is as follows:

Depression Marissa: a kind, easy going ruler whom is the oldest rulers in the planes along with Divinity, whom she’s very close friends with. Depression is the only being that is able to directly contact Divinity, and while she usually does so casually, is mostly used in emergencies. Depression cannot speak, nor can she see, due to sacrificing her sight and lower jaw, she speaks telepathically

Marissas - there isn’t much of a hierarchy in the Meadow at all, Marissas all work together to keep each other afloat and alive, because they understand the sacrifices their ruler must go thru to create more of them. They would all classify as worker or common Marissas, since some have jobs and others do not, either way, they can all agree that they are equal in that they are all Marissas.

[zen-the-dumb]

[imnotfunnysblog]

I have a newfound respect Wheelchair users. In the last couple months I've needed a Cain to walk and for a class trip my teacher thoughts it would be a good idea to use one of the museums wheelchairs rather then having me have to sit down every three seconds to catch my breath. This worked out pretty well for the most part.

It is now the next day and my arms have disappeared- they are physically here but they have mentally checked out.

Don't know how that's possible but yeah!

Anyways you guys must be jacked because I hurt so much.

[cinnachoco]

When i eat jello/jelly i like to pretend i am a dragon eating precious jewels

[leclercskiesahead]

Vegas merch???

via formulateamhuamantla

[sethcertified]

「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

twelve. smau + written

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

The rumors were true. Ni-ki’s parties were truly one of a kind.

The alcohol buzzed in your mouth as you sipped on the solo red cup in your grasp. Your nose scrunched a little as you swallowed the liquid down. Alcohol was never your forte. Yet here you were. The music boomed loudly in your ears, forming a headache. The energy was suffocating. How couldn’t it be though? This was a Ni-ki party— infamous in their intensity.

The lights were dim and multicolored, LEDs being the only lights in the house. Seductive reds, chaotic greens, and dreamy blues had turned the house into a club. That, along with the alcohol supplied. When you had entered the kitchen earlier on in the night, pushing past the flirting couples and the drink hoggers, there had been a large arrangement of jellow shots, bottles you couldn’t even name, and more red solo cups than you could count.

Everyone was caught up in the revelry, but your mind had been elsewhere for a while. You had done your cameo for Ni-ki’s vlog maybe 30 minutes ago, so you had taken it upon yourself to sit down on the couch and people watch. People you’ve only heard of through various social media platforms littered around the living room playing various drinking games, socializing, etc. However, none of them were of your concern. Only one person was, and he wasn’t even there.

Sipping on your drink once more, your eyes scanned the room for Heeseung. He was supposed to be here, yet he had been absent since the party started. You pushed yourself off the couch with annoyance. You did your cameo, and now you just wanted to hang out with a familiar face who wasn’t the star of the party— surrounded by people. Where was Heeseung?

Going up the stairs of the familiar house, you went to his door. Turning the doorknob, your entrance was rejected. The room was locked. Your fist pounded on the door as you yelled out, “Hee! Let me in!” An annoyed look was displayed upon your face, ready to get away from the scene downstairs.

Thankfully, the door was quick to open, and you smiled at the boy before you. His doe eyes were wide as you pushed past him, sitting upon his bed. It was comfy, and you let out a sigh of relief as you relaxed into the plush blanket laid out on-top of his comforter. “Y/N?” Hee asked as he shut the door. He locked it once more before crossing to sit with you. His eyes traced your appearance, catching sight of the cup in your hand, “Why aren’t you downstairs?” Heeseung smiled cheekily as he said this. He nodded his gaze down to your drink, obviously sensing you were just partying moments prior.

You sipped on your cup teasingly, a smile spread across your lips as you faced him, before replying with a shrug and a plain, “Too much for me. Plus, I wanted to see a familiar face that wasn’t flocked by more people than I can count.” Heeseung chuckled, his nose scrunching cutely, “Fair.”

You bumped your shoulder against his, “You? I was looking for you, you know.”

Heeseung coughed a little in shock. You were looking for him? He couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across his face before looking away from you towards his gaming set up. “I’m on Fontaine.. I got a little too absorbed.” He said embarrassed, but the way your eyes lit up gave away how his answer seemed to please you. You jumped up and headed to his computer, seeing a shot of Furina speaking to the Traveler.

“It’s the best written region, so I don’t blame you.” You said as you leaned against his chair facing him, now turned away from the computer screen. You had a wide smile, and Heeseung stared at you with a glazed look in his gaze. Just like your streams, there you were smiling so delightfully over this game. Yet you weren’t a computer screen away, and Heeseung wasn’t hidden behind a username. He was here. In front of you. And you didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, you came to him. Him. Heeseung. Not even y/nsupremacy ever got this pleasure.

Heeseung had followed in your steps as he nodded, and stood in front of you. His eyes traced your face before flickering from your lips to your eyes. Your hair was styled nicely, sticking to your aesthetic but fitting the vibe of the party. It looked so soft. Heeseung couldn’t help the way he leaned in further towards you, almost wanting to plant himself close enough to feel it. Then his eyes drifted, you had two nice necklaces framing your neck. God, was your neck pretty. And your outfit? He always had admired your style, and it was true you always dressed well. Especially now. As his eyes lingered, he spoke softly, “Mhm… You look nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, I probably smell like booze and sweat though. Ruins the whole thing, huh?” You joked, still not the most responsive to his flirtations. It still felt awkward for you, knowing your history, but Heeseung only knew the tip of the iceberg. Since he clearly didn’t remember, you remarked in your head bitterly. Despite, trying to brush it off, it still hurt thinking about the past. You sighed as you glanced from the floor back up to Heeseung. His gaze was scarily intense, and his brows creased in frustration. Noticing you making eye contact with him, Heeseung shook his head as he leaned in, towering over you with an odd expression. “Not at all. Never.”

Your mouth opened to respond, yet nothing came out. Heeseung was usually rather.. awkward or even shy around you. Which made sense. How could he act suave when you very clearly didn’t like him in the slightest? Yet things had changed over the past couple of weeks. You seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. Enjoy his presence even. I mean, who calls every night, plays each other’s favorite video games, and stares at each other like that if they didn’t? So maybe that’s why he was behaving like this.

He fixated on you as he waited for you to say… well, anything. Your eyes, you hair, you. Anything to give away whatever was going on inside that head of yours. He frowned a little. Why were you so unresponsive all the time? It frustrated him. The progress gained from you hating him to those small moments between you two where you seem to return even an inkling of his feelings surely meant something, so why were you still keeping him at a distance? What were you hiding? What had you been hiding? Why didn’t you like him?

He closed his eyes as he thought. You came up to his room for a reason, right? The way you’re looking at him has to mean something. Surely, you don’t hate him anymore? Maybe he isn’t delusional. Maybe you wanted this even a little bit. Maybe this isn’t just for clout cause he made that stupid, stupid comment. His eyes flickered back to your lips before licking his own, testing something, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“You— what??” You say shocked as you stumble back a little, yet your back hits against his gaming chair. Your chest heaved slightly as you processed his sudden words. “You’re gonna what?”

“Kiss you.” He said firmly.

“I.. well. I would—“ You paused as you stared back at him with wide eyes. Why was he asking that? You looked off to side before dragging your gaze to his shoes. Quietly, you whispered, “I guess, I would kiss you back.”

Heeseung’s brows furrowed slightly before he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. Not how he expected you to answer. He expected a dumb joke, a diversion, yet you answered him. “Promise?”

Despite the air catching in your lungs, you nodded as your eyes flickered to meet his lips, barely touching yours. “Promise.”

Heeseung smirked a little before sliding his lips against yours before a soft smile spread across his face, his teeth clashing against the soft surface of your lips. He hummed as his dreams came true. Months of fantasizing of feeling your lips finally coming true. The kiss, tentative and hesitant, a soft brush of your lips upon each other, ignited those feelings boxed away. Your hands grasped onto Heeseung’s broad shoulders as you couldn’t help the tears that spilt from your lips. They fell into the kiss, turning the sweet softness of it salty. Heeseung hummed as he tasted your tears, peaking his tongue out against the plush feel of your bottom lip. His eyes fluttered open as his hands caressed your face, “Why are you crying? Did you not like it? Did you not wanting to kiss me? Fuck, y/n.”

More streams poured from your eyes, but you smiled that charming, lopsided grin that made Heeseung’s knees weak. You moved your hands from his shoulders to wipe away your tears embarrassed— just like the first time you had kissed him. He still didn’t remember. Maybe you thought that sense of Deja Vu would hit. Heeseung’s hand, large and warm and cradling your cheek moved up and met yours. He cupped the hand that you had used to wipe your tears before kissing your cheek. “Why are you crying?” He asked again, softly. Begging, almost.

“You don’t remember,” you replied, “I do. I still do, and I always have. I can’t forget it. Even though it was so insanely long ago. I can’t. Yet you can.”

Heeseung held your hand tighter, “What? What did I do? Tell me, please.”

You laughed before glancing up, into those eyes that had taunted you for years. “Middle school, there was that party. You didn’t know me. I was the weird emo kid who played FNAF in the back? Ring a bell?”

Heeseung’s eyes went wide, “I do remember.” His eyes scanned your face, seeking the resemblance. It was your sister’s party. His older brother had been invited, but their parents were out of town, so he dragged Hee along. Heeseung hated it. All these kids he didn’t know, the smell, the noise. He just wanted to go him and play on his computer.

“I.. I had walked into that random room with the FNAF poster, and there you were.” He said breathlessly, “You were watching some anime, and I was so nervous. Yet you patted that spot next to you, and we sat and binged the whole series for like two hours!”

You nodded, “And?”

“And.. and,” he murmured as the pieces clicked in his head. “Our hands touched.”

“Yup, and you looked down, yelled I had cooties and ran away,” you remarked with a bitter laugh. “Then before I even knew it, I was the kid with gay cooties who no one wanted to be friends with in school.”

Heeseung gulped nervously, “I can’t believe I forgot that was you.” His eyes now looked sad and more doe-like than ever. That was you. Weird gay, FNAF kid was you.

You bit your lip before continuing, “I know you weren’t the ones spreading the rumors. I know you probably only told your bother or your friends, but they ended up spreading it. I was bullied relentlessly. It was awful. I ended up moving schools.” You sighed. “And it got worse. I.. I tried apologizing to you for fuck sakes! Remember that?”

Heeseung’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Behind the school. You stood shaking like a little lost puppy, playing with your sweater sleeves as you whimpered out that apology. He didn’t know his friends were there. He didn’t know that they had followed you. Yet they did, and that’s when they snuck on you two. Pushed you. Into Heeseung. And you two had kissed.

“You kissed me.” He said softly as his thumb rubbed your hand comfortingly. It was awful. Your lips were chapped. And the audience was no help. The little boys laughed as you pushed yourself off of Heeseung, and ran away crying. God, it was humiliating.

“Glad you remember now,” you remarked with an awkward chuckle. “Had to retell you my middle school nightmare for you to.”

Heeseung faltered, “So that’s why you hated me.” His brain was wrapping around the information, taking it in word after word.

“After first,” you started, “I didn’t blame you directly, but it was hard. I thought we could’ve been friends. And even though I knew it probably wasn’t you spreading those rumors, I was still wandering about it. That you made everyone hate me even more just cause I accidentally held your hand. I had no friends before then, and it just got worse after that. It’s why I started streaming in the first place— I just wanted friends. Luckily, it worked out after a couple years. Plus, I meet Lix and Chan.”

Heeseung nodded, “And I didn’t even recognize you.” He laughed in disbelief. How didn’t he recognize you? Yeah, you had moved schools, but he never even noticed.

“So when you hit on me about a year ago… I was pissed. I couldn’t help the resentment towards you that had built up. I thought you were doing it on purpose. To humiliate me all over again.” You told him honestly, ignoring the heavy feeling in your heart.

Heeseung immediately shook his head wildly, “No! No! Not at all! I thought you were so cool and beautiful and awesome and—“ Your hand cupped his mouth as you smiled up at him softly, “I know.”

“Now,” you finished with a little eye roll, “Not then. That’s why I avoided you. Hated you, even.”

“Cause of those rumors,” he said understandingly.

“And,” you said awkwardly, “You were kind of my gay awakening. That night in my room? I held your hand on purpose, and it backfired. Then that kiss? I liked it!”

“What?” Heeseung said with a boisterous laugh. “You were my gay awakening. When I found your streams? You changed my brain chemistry. Girls, girls, girls to just you.”

“So, I guess we’re even,” you said awkwardly. The conversation was bound to happen, yet you still hated it. Hated having to admit everything behind why you acted that way you did towards him. Heeseung nodded before he took his hand from your face, and moving it away. Then he hugged you. Strong, comfortingly. He hugged you. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” You say teasingly. “I forgave you before I even knew I forgave you.”

Heeseung quirked his brows as he smiled, “What does that mean?”

“I think I always kinda held feelings for you even in my little ‘I hate Heeseung’ era.” You say embarrassed as you lean your forehead into Heeseung’s chest. “Chan and Felix called it.”

“Then you’re right— we’re even,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the center of your head. “Cause I’ve had feelings for you even when I felt like you hated me, and I never had a chance.”

“You had a chance,” you snickered. “Obviously, I let you kiss me.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes before tickling your sides, forcing you to burst out of his grasp in a fit of giggles. After pausing his touch against your sides, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back away from his forehead. “You did not make it obvious!”

“That’s cause you didn’t see my private Twitter!” You exclaimed with a joyous laugh. “Felix and Chan were dogging on me for them!”

Heeseung wrapped his arms back around you, “I’ll have to ask them about it sometime then.”

You huffed before letting yourself melt into his hold. It felt nice. Nice to admit your feelings. Nice to bury the past. Nice to be here. To be his.

“Does this mean I can hard launch us?” You said mischievously.

“Yeah.” Heeseung laughed before kissing you once again. With a joy that surged from his body to yours. You smiled harder than ever before backing away, “And I’ll let you meet my cats.”

“Yes!”

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[tangential-hooligan]

Amphibiuary 2024- Day 10: Yellow

a lil mellow yellow fellow bouncing on some jellow!! ✨ ⭐️

[ohkate]

There's always room for Jello

Thanks to @squirrel-fund for this week's prompt for @galladrabbles! Word Count: 100

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Ian stopped wiping down the bar to grab the beer for his favorite customer, Mickey. They'd been flirting for weeks now. He couldn't get the guy out of his mind. "There are some jello shots over there if you want one. Careful... they're like 120 proof." "When you get off?" Ian raised an eyebrow. "'Bout 10 minutes, why?" Mickey jiggled the jellow shots in the little plastic cups. "Because these will taste better if you eat them off my stomach." Ian smirked, leaning over the bar and looking at Mickey with a wanton stare. "Is that an invitation?" "Abso-fucking-lutely." "Finally."

[0dontophobia]

The Beginnings of a New Era

Joyous is day! A new era has begun! With a new era comes new opportunities. Divinity herself has called upon her highest subjects for an important task.

The keeper of the Haven, her one and only highest-ness, Highest Bean.

I bring you with sweet bearings my creation.

Divinity spoke softly.

What could it be?

In creation’s hand laid ribbons upon ribbons of white. She placed the ribbons in Highest’s hands with fragility.

I ask a favor of you my devoted one. These planes have known no peace for centuries. I fear this is due to the nature of inside it’s kin.

As Divinity continued, Highest inspected the ribbons given to her, they had a sense of familiarity to them she could not comprehend. They looked otherworldly to this otherworldly being, something about them had a strong force within. Divinity held Highest’s hands.

That is why I’ve called upon you Highest. I ask that you mend these ribbons into placement, and succeed them onto the others.

Highest looked at her with confusion.

My holiness, I recognize the power these binds hold, but I don’t understand. What do you “mean succeed them onto the other?” What exactly do you want me to do with these?

Divinity looked into Highest’s eyes and held her hands tightly together. They began to shine and glow within them. She opened her hands, to reveal the ribbons neatly wrapped into three bows. Highest looked up at her deity looking for answers.

These planes need a leader that will keep them safe my creation, for each of them. Take these ribbons, and find me their leaders. Here, I shall judge them accordingly.

Highest looked down at the binds in her hands

I… think I understand now my creationist… but how will these help find a leader in each of the planes?

Divinity giggled

You will see in due time my beacon.

With that Highest was dismissed. Left with slight confusion and a new task.

Highest Bean’s disciples surrounded her with quizzicalness

The Lord gave you bows?!

One High Bean exclaimed

What could this mean!?

Another interrogated

The hell if I know! She just told me I needed to use them to find leaders for the planes or something..

Highest whined, walking into the throne room of the Holy Castle. She threw the ribbons onto a Guard Bean’s hands who shot her a confused expression as she inspected the holy fabric. Highest plopped down mopeningly on her throne. Putting her head in her hands, she groaned. Her High Beans following her and looking at her worryingly.

I mean how am I even supposed to do that!? Just wander around the other planes with this stupid shiny bow in my hand and ask “Hey! Who wants to be the new leader of their plane?!” If I do that in the Order I’ll get flooded by those nasty Tasios!

Highest dramatically proclaimed with a disgusted look on her face.

Maybe you could get some other beans to do it for you my Highest?

A high bean spoke. Highest slumped on her lavish chair.

Right, like I’m just going to trust a random bean to hold HOLY BOWS made by DIVINITY!

Highest groaned. Looking around the room solemnly looking for some solution.

What about 1003?

A High Bean asked. Highest looked at her

What about her?

Highest sneered.

Well other than you she’s the only bean that’s been able to speak to the Divine herself! I’m sure if there’s a bean you could trust the ribbons with its probably her!

Highest scoffed.

Just because she talked to Divinity doesn’t mean she has special privileges! I’d hardly consider her trustworthy with how unstable she is.

She got up from her throne and grabbed the holy ribbons from the Guard.

I mean if you want to be blunt about it your Highestness she’s technically above you… y’know with her being the Divine’s first creat-

HARDLY! Her first! Haha.. it is not HER that the creationist trust with the Haven now, is she?

The High Beans both shook their heads, avoiding eye contact with their manic Highest. She composed herself and cleared her throat.

We shall try 1003. If she fails, that will only prove that she is incapable of such an important task.

The High Beans looked at each other and nodded to Highest. Highest looked down at the bows in her hands

Maybe she’ll know what to do with these.

[cloverspam]

Randomly posting a Justice (Undertale Jellow) cover