#long time no art fwiends

[night-rhea]

[scooplery]

i have such fond memories of dragon age origins... i liked it so much that i got back on tumblr behind my ex's back so i could look at fan art. man i was so isolated during that time...... he was so controlling of my social life and he monitored my phone messages, but i managed to make friends on here anyways. he's long gone from my life now, but i still have my fwiends 🥲

[elderly-scrolls]

1, 7, 19 and 34 for the art meme!

thanks my love!! | artist ask game

1. what medium do you use most (if applicable, what software)?

these days i'm exclusively a digital artist! i use clip studio paint pro + a wacom intuos tablet. i'd love to upgrade to the version of csp that will let me create full animations but that's a lot of money for a functionality i will likely use once in a blue moon 😭

7. easiest thing for you to draw?

to be honest there is nothing on god's green earth that i find Easy to draw. everything is a fucking struggle. but of all the things i struggle to draw, i think long hair & clothes are the least troublesome.

19. where do you find inspiration?

playing D&D with my fwiends, video games, Pinterest, music, history, other artists! lots of places! inspiration is everywhere!

34. whats something you still like from your old art?

when my art style was simpler I found it easier to just hammer out a bunch of drawings in a short amount of time. these days I am plagued by images I know I will never have the time or energy to cross off my list. I was also less intimidated by dynamic/unusual poses because it was easier to contort the simple shapes of my art style into interesting arrangements!

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

No #OnThisDay throwback post, instead I have this.

Title: Aace ❤️ Long Tu

Hello, another artwork that I'm chasing, and this is for my Singaporean-Pal (or "S-Pal"), Paektu! 🇸🇬😊

• He send me a wonderful artwork for celebrating "Valentine's Day". Now, it is time for me to return the favor! 😄📝🎨🖼️ By drawing Aace 🐶🐺⭐ wearing his owned Long Tu old clothes hugging Long Tu 🐉🐰🌟 himself as an appreciation between us! 🥰🤗

Aace 🐶🐺⭐[wearing his owned Long Tu old clothes]: Awww, another one for me? 😊 That is so nice for yew! 😄 Fiwst (first) was May, and now I'm changing my new cwothes fwom (from clothes) him and hugging my new fwiend named, Long Tu! 🥰🤗 Yay, two lovable fwiends in one moon! I'd just love celebwating (celebrating) "Valentine's Day"! 💌💘 I love ya all & I love yew, too! Give me all yewr (your) hugs! 🥰🤗

Me 🇵🇭: Awww, that's sweet of you, Aace! 🥰🤗

IMPORTANT NOTE: Aace wearing his brand new clothes from Long Tu depicting a "North Korea" flag theme 🇰🇵 (sometimes known as the "Democratic People's Republic of Korea"), DOESN'T MEAN that he lives from or likes "North Korea" stuff, myself included. Let's just say, that he loves wearing random clothes from his beloved friends, like the Speedster kids. Okay? Capiche? Good. In fact...

FUN FACT: Aace Speedster 🐶🐺⭐ and his parents we're lived in northern part of the United States 🇺🇸 before they moved to the west coast owing to the Speedster Family's close relationships. But, what US State that he originates? 🤔 Stay tuned for his deep story.

Well, that's all for now, and once again 💘👩‍❤️‍👨Happy Valentine's Day! 🍫🌹

Previous: • Year of the Dragon 2024 (Feb 10th, 2024) • SHIPping Experience (Feb 14th, 2024)

Related: • Aace's Softest Red Bed, Pillow, and Pajamas (Dec 24th, 2023)

Aace Speedster (wearing his owned Long Tu old clothes) - created by ME! Long Tu (Dragon-Rabbit hybrid OC, formerly named "Ryongtokki"/"Miru") - owned by Paektu (dA) | tumblr [CLICK ME! #2] | Twitter X [CLICK ME! #2]

[theraedar]

HEWWO FWIEND 14 and all the ones from 16-22 for the art asks >:3c

HEWWO MY BUDDY!!!! Reply under cut bc it got long haha

14. Any favorite motifs

Baroque scrollwork and filigree are really pretty! They’re a pain tho idk how I find a way to do them so often lmao I also like whenever I get to do victorian aesthetics or alice in wonderland elements too!

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

Hmm going back to the scrollwork-esque stuff, idk if I’m necessarily good at it and it’s not that I dislike doing it, but it’s more that every time I do, it I’m like “why’d I choose to draw this again, it’s HARD to come up with” but I’m usually proud of how it comes out! Like these

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

I usually make tea whenever I draw or play games but I get so focused on what I’m doing that I ALWAYS forget to drink it. I will literally take one sip right before I dive into my work and then not touch it at all until MUCH later LOL that’s why I had to get myself one of those bottles that keeps your drink warm for like 12 hrs. I still will absolutely forget it but at least it’s still lukewarm by the time I remember :’)

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

Hmmm I mainly do digital art and thankfully I don’t break much of that (except some worn down pen nibs and a horribly frayed wire on my first drawing tablet), but I totally decimated one of my posable figma models bc I tried to bend the limbs too far and they snapped off...she lost an arm and both legs.........

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

LOL NOTHING MAYBE??? Well in bgs I think the nature element I’m best at drawing is probably clouds.....still so proud of these ones, I love doing the airplane line (?) through the sky haha....also only did this once in the vilorel hangout doodle page but I enjoyed drawing the makeup products!

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Mmm maybe hands? i still find them super hard to draw too, but I do like drawing graceful hands!! Will most definitely find an excuse to hide them if I can tho :’)

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

hmmm I can’t really think of a specific example rn bc every artist’s style differs from each other so ofc I’m gonna like a bunch of artists with styles nothing like mine 🤔

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

NONE BUT I REALLY SHOULD HUH

[miscellaneous--bones]

for the song ask., honestly ‘home’!! from the undertale OST:]

the vibes from that song are immaculate tho~

aaa thank u!! i can see where u got it from lol

[archivevolcania]

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

M U N D A Y & S A L T // @crystalcracked

oh this one is easy. that one time someone wanted to drag me into some drama they had with another writer. as soon as this person saw me interacting with them? i get a private message, a link to a callout, and a list of how they are Oh So Horrible. long story short, that was a bunch of bullshit and they were taking advantage of some labels to make this other person look incredibly bad. even more suspicious how they were trying so hard for me to believe it, like? you know something ain't right if someone has to try that hard for things to be believable. the art of playing the victim and making it aaaaall about themselves uvu

more under the cut (: cus this one is an ugly one, read at your own discretion.

aight before i begin, i'd like to add that i am writing this with the consent of my friend: khepri (bxstiae).

talk about a fucking misunderstanding taken to a whole new level. i won't talk about happened cus honestly go check his blog for that since he's not hiding anyting, but long story short people were demonizing khep for "being a cop", being racist, and ableist. i even got a warning on how he "forced plots onto people" lmao all of that is a fucking bullshit lie. he's not even a cop :) but ah, people are so quick to believe anything they're being told if it means "avoiding problematic people". if only they paid more attention to people's actual behavior they'd have it easier sniffing out the actual toxic ones but anyway. oh, and regarding the plotting thing? my dude khep is the chillest mf there is but i guess people find it easier taking shit personal cus something doesn't go their way.

before i was messaged to be warned about him, i got the chance to talk with khep for a good couple weeks if not more. the topic popped up and he opened up to me about his situation, shared with me his callout, explained what had happened and the circumstances of the matter, and then i made my own judgment of him. now this could easily be misunderstood, at no point was he like "boo hoo people are calling me things u-u be on my side, fwiend" LMAO no. like i said, i read the document (aka learned more about that point of view), i talked with khep (learned about his point of view) and from there it was so easy to tell who was the asshole of the situation.

what bothers me the most and what made me go apeshit? when this one person approached me with the intention to fucking ""warn"" me about khepri, telling me LIES like him being a cop, being racist, ableist, guilt-tripping, just? overall grossness. and to top it off? that he was apparently Sneaking into the loz rpc by following / reaching out to those that didn't know about the issue that had happened :o!!! the audacity, dude!!! needless to say i also knew that was a bullshit lie LOL he's been around for years, and anyway, i followed his blog first.

it's still so infuriating to me for people to get away with "demonizing" someone just because ooooo they have a callout oooooo!!! i am well aware some callouts are necessary, but GOD fucking learn to read past the petty bullshit, ffs. the damage done to the person and everyone around is so fucking messed up, like the LEAST someone can do is reach out and ask about their side. or block everyone involved and mind your business lmao no one is forcing anyone to get involved or play detective either, personally i just like being fair about dumb situations like this.

last thing i'm gonna say is (and this is literally in my rules lol) that mentality of canceling someone because of something they did? lol. funny how no one cares if the person apologizes, learns from the situation, educates themselves and is now able to recognize their mistake and, yknow, they just Learned and Grew Up? like any other person in any other situation? i'm all about that growth and improvement, i know i got my own demons and still do lmao (as u can see. i am Extra Salty in general.) obvi this doesn't mean i welcome Everyone with open arms, like if you did something actually illegal or straight up act like a toxic asshole then uh fuck off LOL idc, i got no patience for that petty drama and victim playing on my dash.

:^) i blew off a lil but what can i say. i'm tired of having to see this happen more often than not and only cus people don't have the balls to see past someone's bullshit (the good ol' "if u don't agree with me then u are also guilty!!!!!1!1!" lol grow up, god i hate the people that live with a fucking Need to play judge. look out the window, hug a tree, lick a leaf idk.)

[syncrime]

Filial Piety

[ Gen | Yakuza 7/Yakuza: Like A Dragon | Zhao&(unnamed)F!OC ]

CROSS POSTED FROM MY OTHER WRITING BLOG @synchronmurmurs

Yell heah I’ve gone the full cringey, embarrassing route, but Yakuza 7 inflicted Tianyou Zhao on me, and I want nothing more than to 1) be him 2) be his best friend 3) [redacted for the kiddies]. In the meantime, and to get back into the swing of writing, I wrote a short little thing in about an hour. It’s half character analysis/essay-y, half self indulgent tripe based on the following prompt:

“You make me proud, you know that right?”

As the son of the Yokohama Liumang's ringleader, Zhao never really counted on having a regular childhood. From what he remembers, it was a rushed affair. Burdened, pressured, and always the focus of one spotlight or another, he was a lump of coal that could never become the diamond he was expected to be. He flew through hobbies one after another, always achieving near mastery in all of them - academics, sports, martial arts, swordplay - but never any kind of deeper fulfillment before he tossed it aside and moved on to the next (although cooking remains his favourite). Motivation slipped from between his fingers as he got older, and he sought to plug the holes with rings. With crude haircuts and outlandish fashion. Loud statements as to his lifestyle, so that he might be heard:

I don't want the Liumang.

But it was never his choice to make.

He wonders if anything ever has been.

He was thankful, for a time, that Mabuchi was there to take some of the heat, the weight, the irksome pressure off of his back, lightening his load so that he might skip a class or two. Hit the arcades. Go drinking with a friend. A real friend instead of bodyguards who watch and report his actions to his father. It's the only time he feels like he can breathe. With that kind of surveillance on him, he wonders how he got tangled up with her at all, the memories blurring together, much like the rest of his childhood. But he can always count on her to keep his head above the water when everything else is–

A hand claps him on the back.

"Quit spacing out, you're not that drunk."

Her cheeks are tinted, but not due to the proximity, or the hand she propped onto his knee when she leaned in, but the drink she nurses with her other hand, the ice ringing against chilled glass.

"What, you thinking about your old man again?" Her head tilts, and the lights above in the dim bar blink a white light off her glasses. "You're doing that a lot, you know. Anything you wanna talk about?"

He chuckles lightly, jovially, as if he isn't talking about his looming future. "Noooope." And he means that. Really. The tangled ball of yarn that is his inner workings isn't anything he wants coming unravelled in anybody's presence, much less her's. Life is just so much easier that way. Such that even the lopsided smile he offers her is effortless. "I came out here to drink, and to teach my poor widdle fwiend how to nail the triple 20's at darts because I'm done with you dragging my street cred down. It's the kind of thing that could bring the whoooole Ijin Three down, you know? Is that something you want on your shoulders?"

He's expecting her to move, roused by the thrill of challenge, but the weight of her hand on his knee doesn't lift away. If anything, it bears down a little harder as she dips her head slightly, trying to peer underneath his own glasses as if they're shielding the truth. She doesn't talk about what she sees under them, but she spends long enough just staring at his face, tossing thoughts around in her head that he'll never get to hear, but will always end up feeling instead. And that, to him, somehow feels the more honest approach.

"Okay, but like…" she trails off, finally breaking eye contact to stare into her glass where the watered down remains of her drink swirl, "...no matter what, you make me proud. You know that, right? Like is that something you hear enough? Because I feel like it isn't. And it should. Because you're pretty cool, I guess."

With a smile, he slides his glass along the countertop until it clinks against her's. It's all the response she needs apparently, because with a final pat against his knee, she's rising to her feet to make her way towards the dart boards. Until at least, on a whim, he reaches for her.

"Wait."

Zhao catches her hand and squeezes tightly. He holds her eyes for a prolonged stretch of time with that same cocky smile, but an extra something that the tint of his glasses perfectly hides. He wants to thank her. For what, he doesn't want to say; the company; the sincerity; the groundedness of their friendship. Because if he plucks at that fraying thread and lets it slip, everything holding himself together will come apart, and when the Liumang are still depending on him, it isn't a risk he can take. But all the same, she waits for him to speak, and this is, at least, one expectation he can meet. The tension, having built too quickly, dissipates when he pulls her back towards him, just a little. When he finally finds the right words, he's reached for something else entirely, something more comfortable. Something easier. Something that suits them both a little more than being a couple of sad drunks in a bar:

"What do you mean you guess I'm pretty cool?"

She smiles, and knows that, at least for now, he's alright.

[synchronmurmurs]

Filial Piety

[ Gen | Yakuza 7/Yakuza: Like A Dragon | Tianyou Zhao & Self Insert OC ]

Yell heah I’ve gone the full cringey, embarrassing route, but Yakuza 7 inflicted Tianyou Zhao on me, and I want nothing more than to 1) be him 2) be his best friend 3) maybe some other things, but I’m still sorting those feelings out. In the meantime, and to get back into the swing of writing, I wrote a short little thing in about an hour. It’s half character analysis/essay-y, half self indulgent tripe based on the following prompt:

“You make me proud, you know that right?”

As the son of the Yokohama Liumang's ringleader, Zhao never really counted on having a regular childhood. From what he remembers, it was a rushed affair, burdened and pressured; a lump of coal that would never become the diamond he was expected to be. He flew through hobbies one after another, achieving near mastery in all of them - academics, sports, martial arts, swordplay - but never a deeper fulfillment before he tossed it aside and moved on to the next (although cooking remains his favourite). Motivation slipped from between his fingers as he got older, and he sought to plug the holes with rings. With crude haircuts and outlandish fashion. Loud statements as to his lifestyle, so that he might be heard:

I don't want the Liumang.

But it was never his choice to make.

He wonders if anything ever has been.

He was thankful, for a time, that Mabuchi was there to take some of the heat, the weight, the irksome pressure off of his back, lightening his load so that he might skip a class or two. Hit the arcades. Go drinking with a friend. A real friend instead of bodyguards who watch and report his actions to his father. It's the only time he feels like he can breathe. With that kind of surveillance on him, he wonders how he got tangled up with her at all, the memories blurring together, much like the rest of his childhood. But he can always count on her to keep his head above the water when everything else is–

A hand claps him on the back.

"Quit spacing out, you're not that drunk."

Her cheeks are tinted, but not due to the proximity, or the hand she propped onto his knee when she leaned in, but the drink she nurses with her other hand, the ice ringing against chilled glass. 

"What, you thinking about your old man again?" Her head tilts, and the lights above in the dim bar blink a white light off her glasses. "You're doing that a lot, you know. Anything you wanna talk about?"

He chuckles lightly, jovially, as if he isn't talking about his looming future. "Noooope." And he means that. Really. The tangled ball of yarn that is his inner workings isn't anything he wants coming unravelled in anybody's presence, much less her's. Life is just so much easier that way. Such that even the lopsided smile he offers her is effortless. "I came out here to drink, and to teach my poor widdle fwiend how to nail the triple 20's at darts. Hat tricks are a relic of the past, and I can't have you dragging my rep down. It's the kind of thing that could bring the whoooole Ijin Three down, you know? Is that something you want on your shoulders?"

He's expecting her to move, roused by the thrill of challenge, but the weight of her hand on his knee doesn't lift away. If anything, it bears down a little harder as she dips her head slightly, trying to peer underneath his own glasses as if they're shielding the truth. She doesn't talk about what she sees under them, but she spends long enough just staring at his face, tossing thoughts around in her head that he'll never get to hear, but will always end up feeling instead. And that, to him, somehow feels the more honest approach.

"Okay, but like…" she trails off, finally breaking eye contact to stare into her glass where the watered down remains of her drink swirl, "...no matter what, you make me proud. You know that, right? Like is that something you hear enough? Because I feel like it isn't. And it should. Because you're pretty cool, I guess."

With a smile, he slides his glass along the countertop until it clinks against her's. It's all the response she needs apparently, because with a final pat against his knee, she's rising to her feet to make her way towards the dart boards. Until at least, on a whim, he reaches for her.

"Wait."

Zhao catches her hand and squeezes tightly. He holds her eyes for a prolonged stretch of time with that same cocky smile, but an extra something that the tint of his glasses perfectly hides. The tension builds slowly, and he pulls her back towards him, just a little, just to get his point across.

"What do you mean you guess I'm pretty cool?"

[fictropes]

Hi Louise who are some good people to follow? Thankyou and hope you are ok❤️

Thankyou!!!!!!🦀💕I want to talk about my friends !!!!! I will stop at ...7 cos I said so.

@rawritsamehh literally the nicest person on planet earth. I cannot think of anyone more wholesome and lovely than Amy they deserve all the good in the world

@ahappydnp ohhhh my long time fwiend Keelin. Ever met someone who can just... make everything feel better. Was one of the first people who I spoke to and it’s a treat to hear all their thoughts and feelings because they’re always very smart and correct.

@sierraadeux oh me and Sierra are so very evil but deep down... Sierra is actually one of the best people I know and it’s a gift to be able to talk to them basically every day. My experience here wouldn’t be the same without them + read our house 2 change ur life

@finalfeud kellllyyy. My widdle kelly who I lub and will hold hands with in evil. very talented very funny very much a joy to have in ur life. All go through Kelly’s art tag for some free serotonin ... plus the only person who understands what Johnlock did to me💕

@chickenfreeblog 🐓 is my dog companion and to recieve so many pictures of free Jasper... life changing. But aside from dog, chicken is very funny and has always been very kind to me and I’ve always appreciated that 🦀. And tftwa ...life changing

@judearaya Jude is my enemy to lover who is super duper talented. And will stop trying to give their books away from free ! Always funny(even if sometimes not on purpose) always super supportive and I’m so so glad I got the chance to get to know them cos being here would be so much duller if I didn’t have their friendship 💕

@irrationalqueer my buddy, my pal. Jade is wonderful ans beautiful and I will recommend jades fics till the day I die. Another person who is just so nice to see on the dash, you know when you see someone and you go ahh!!!!! There they are... 🖤.

[amarantine-amirite]

Acquired Ability: Existential Crisis

People think success is a step by step process. They think there’s only one way to be successful. That’s not true. There is no one recipe for success. You just have to do what works best for you.

How will you know what works best for you? You just don’t know until you try it. How far do you have to go to find something that works for you? You don't know, so you have to plan ahead.

Planning is hard for me. Of all my ideas, about 25% are actual, coherent thoughts. I can only work about 10% of those coherent thoughts into an actual plan.

I thought tonight would be the first time in my life a plan actually worked. I was wrong. And what did I get for my troubles? Two black eyes and scratches all up my arms.

How did things go from zero to “time to hide behind a tree way out in the middle of nowhere”? It's kind of complicated and messy, but here we go.

At school, I never received any awards, because I never did any extracurricular activities. I had to work so much harder than my friends at getting my school obligations done. I had no energy left for stuff on top of that. That always made me feel a little bit broken. Since the awards you win matter to colleges, the guidance counsellor instructed me to take a personality quiz to see what type of extracurricular I'd be good at. I took the quiz, and it said that I should do drama, since the AI working behind the scenes predicted that I'd make a good actress.

You can't use an AI to predict that sort of thing. You never really know who's going to be successful in performing arts and who won't. For every person who goes on to be a famous actor, there are about 50 who don’t. Nobody talks about them. We hear nothing about them because they didn’t succeed.

Beyond AI's failing to take into account survivorship bias, we had a bigger problem with the drama department: they couldn’t seem to make up their minds.

The original plan was to do Romeo and Juliet, but Sarah’s dad didn’t want her to kiss Joshua. In response, the school changed the play to The Lion King. Due to a translation flub, we wound up with the materials to do Cats. In less than a week, they changed it to The Hunchback of Notre Dame because Cats triggered Bernadette’s fear of cats. That lasted about a day because literally everybody thought it was “problematic”. Everybody got sick of the department constantly changing the play, so we settled on doing Singing In The Rain.

I got the part of Lina Lamont. Rather than do Lina's hellacious voice as a screechy Brooklyn accent, I thought it would be funny if I did a lisp (think “I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Howwywood named Wina Wamont”). The idea was that Lina's voice wasn't just hard on the ears, but hard on the brain as well.

I thought it was funny. Other people disagreed with me. Hard.

One morning, the school sent a car to take me down to the school board’s head offices. They wanted to have a talk with me about my performance as Lina.

The car came by to pick me up at 5:30 AM. I wore a simple, purple lace dress. My hair was kind of greasy and akimbo because I didn’t really get a chance to fix it. Since I was in a situation where I had to choose between brushing my teeth and doing my hair, I went with the teeth. In my mind, keeping your gums healthy always beats out having your hair look nice.

I tuned out most of the drive, but what sticks in my memory begins when we drove down a dark road with wet pavement surrounded by lots of trees. As we continued, it started to rain outside, and the trees Seemed to close in on the road. When we passed the first sign we’d seen Since we got on the freeway, I had that overwhelming feeling I should’ve turned back.

It got dark really quickly. I couldn't tell whether it’s actually night or it’s dark enough from the trees, like in Germany’s black forest. I could feel my stomach drop a little bit when we headed through a road tunnel. Uh oh, I thought, nothing good ever happens in these.

"What do you mean?" the driver asked me. I guess I thought out loud a little too loudly.

"I mean that tunnels are kind of scary to me," I responded, "Princess Diana crashed in a tunnel. People always seem to get carjacked in tunnels, and during stuff like earthquakes and landslides, tunnels always seem to collapse on people."

“You have no need to worry about the tunnel. You should worry about how you’re going to explain your performance to the superintendent.”

As for what I would tell the superintendent, my plan was to say that I wanted to leave my stamp on the school so I would feel a little less broken inside. I felt pretty confident that they'd buy it. Now, I'm not so sure anymore.

The school district’s head office was one of those places where reality felt somewhat altered. It felt more like a pit stop than an actual destination. Even though I was in a ton of trouble, I felt unusually at ease.

I think this is why people take gap years. Existing in between two points in time or between two places actually feels good. You feel like you can and should do whatever you want.

It feels way better than being dragged into one of those situations where everything you say is the wrong thing. I know because that's exactly what my meeting turned into.

I'm not going to play that game. I'm not going to take the bait. Unfortunately, I didn't know what to do, so I walked out.

After I left the room, I got the urge to just run in a straight line. Once I went from the hall to the parking garage, I just bolted. Apparently, if you run fast enough, you can run up a wall.

Running up the wall is mostly a motorcycle thing. you have to move pretty fast to do it. The motorbike sticks to the wall because the friction counteracts gravity. if you aren’t moving fast enough, there won’t be enough friction to stop you from falling. I have no idea how I managed to run that fast.

A minute later, I could hear the superintendent say, “Janice, bring me a very long stick, we are running up the wall after her.”

They were chasing after me.

They didn’t catch up to me. I heard much clattering and swearing soon after. I think they may have needed a longer stick.

A few minutes later, I slowed down just enough that I couldn’t maintain enough friction to counteract gravity anymore. The minute I sensed that I was going to fall I stuck my arms out to break my fall, but I beaned myself in the eyes with my wrists. Much like running fast enough to run up the wall, I have no idea how I managed to do that. Also, I landed in holly bushes. The coarse leaves scratched up my arms and legs.

I felt like such an idiot, but at least I made it outside.

Outside was hot and humid, with a brisk wind and heavy rain. Thick, lush greenery concealed a chorus of screaming frogs. I continued to run until I reached a tool shed. Once I got there, I took cover.

By the time the rain stopped, morning had already come. I crept out of the tool shed, and glared at the offices from behind a tree. But that would’ve done anything. I tried to put my stamp on the school, and it fell apart hard.

Some people treat journeys such as these as vision quests where you come back with certain abilities and a new outlook on life. I don't think I gained anything other than bruises/scratching from falling off the wall and a huge existential crisis.

What makes planning a response so hard? Is my executive function just garbage, or are the people around me trying to set me up to fail? Are people reading my mind, and if so, are they doing so to conspire against me? Questions like these make me ponder the validity of my existence. How do I know what’s right when every decision feels like the wrong one? No matter how hard I plan, something will happen to make it fall apart.

@writeroftheprompts

[merinomeri]

Tagging Game- 5 things that make you happy

Tagged By: @winttiagloam THANKS MOM

1: Drawing! Whether it’s fan art or character design, its just so much fun aaaaa

2: Long car rides where I can listen to music and zone out.

3: Very heavy rain/storms in the middle of the night. It makes me feel extra cozy.

4: Spending time with my fwiends!!! Calling, playing a game, watching something, whatever it is we do!

5: If it’s made by Sanrio, it probably has a soft spot in my heart.

Tagging: you right there with the eyes

[birdyverdie]

Oh? 5 facts about me..

@pomegranate-boy bro you literally tagged me twice but with 2 different blogs jdhaljdf but hey!! i appreciate it!!

1. I really like gardening!! Though for a short time in my life i stopped....but despite that, I’m taking care of some beautiful lavenders, rosemary, spearmint, gardenias, blueberries, guavas, cacti and a bunch of assorted flowers!! I love them all and have named every single one of them!!

2. I,,,really like birds!! I absolutely adore them!! i got a total of 7 birds right now! And they’re all so fluffy and nice and funny but goddamn it they’re a lot of work-

3. I’m studying medicine and I’m really good at it! I’m pretty smart academically and am a part of HOSA at my school! (Health Occupations Students of America)

4. Art for me is weird. I’m at the bit in which i can say im good at art but not as good in composing. I’ve been drawing sketches for too long that I can’t seem to be able to color anything in at all. Which is why im 10x better at black and white monochrome than anything color related.

5. Uhhh i don’t have another fact but uhmmm im pan, nonbinary, and wuz my fwiends and will die 4 them no hesitation

Time to tag some pigeons! @matchadoobles @charlote-jay-aries @patheticmortal-wtchemicaldefects  uh yeah anyone else can do it!! 

[criimsoncloud]

———  BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡    Jay, Yuri, Criim PRONOUNS! ♡    They/them  ZODIAC SIGN! ♡     Pisces / Monkey TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡    Single

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡   I’m actually very terrible at OOC chat when it comes to servers/ims/dms, etc. I believe I have some sort of anxiety or something; I won’t confirm though since it’s not a formal diagnosis and it’s a peeve of mine for people to self diagnose. (But I did have that freakout a month ago and... boy. It was bad. I think I’m good now though! :> Til the next time it rears its ugly head, anyways.) I do love to chat with people though, but I just am too much of a nervous wreck to chat. It actually takes me a long time (most of the time) to warm up to people, but once I’ve managed to get past that... you’ve got a fwiend in me~.

Strangely though, I don’t have this problem when livestreaming. Probably because I feel like I’m just chatting to myself? And I can certainly chat with myself.

2! ♡     I started RPing a long time ago - back in middle school, actually. That is roughly around 15 years ago (holy shit!!), and it was right around that time that I got into DMC as well... yeah, DMC was my introduction to RPing. Actually, DMC was my intro to a lot of things...

3! ♡    I’m your classic nerd. Piano? Yep, I can play it. Violin? Learnt. Flute? Yuppers--! Electric guitar? I’m working on that LOL! The only instrument I actually went to school for was piano - everything else was a self learnt thing. The one song I can confidently play though on electric is Rungan, the opening of the DMC anime.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡    I’m mainly on tumblr now for RPs, though I also do discord. Used to be on deviantART, and... -shudders- GaiaOnline and MSN messenger LOL!

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡    male 

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡ I’m guessing least favourite fc? Ionno.

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡  In regards to blog types, I focus better if I am a single muse blog. In regards to ships, I’m a multi-shipper.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF :  I like fluff, but honestly... my bread and butter is...

ANGST :  this. this is what I crave. I love creating drama, pain, and suffering on my muses. I shall always gravitate to angst. If my muse becomes too happy... BAM HERE’S THE SOUL CRUSHING ANGST TO RUIN EVERYTHING.

SMUT :   Yes, I write smut. I write terrible smut. I will draw the smut. I have no limits - my art twitter’s slowly getting the full brunt of how filthy and depraved I am. To those who I regularly chat to... y’all know how much of a thirsty bastard I can be. But I usually write smut with muses that I’ve managed to at the very least plot their relationships.

PLOT / MEMES! ♡ I love both. Memes gives a bit of spontaneity to RPing, and while I don’t expect threads to come from them, they’re still fun to do. But I love plotting. Holy shit do I love plotting. COME TO ME WITH ALL YOUR PLOTS AND WE CAN HAVE FUN TOGETHER I SWEAR I DON’T BITE I’M ACTUALLY A LITTLE SHY BEAN-- u w u;;

tagged by : @forsaken--lullaby tagging: hey y’all, wanna do this thing? tag me as your tagger :>

[momocicerone]

hewwo I just want to know how did you discover tumblr and how long have you been on here and why you ship ShinShi when the whole world is shipping ShinRan?

Gwwetings fwiend :’3

I was watching Fairy Tail in 2014 and Juvia Lockser was introduced and I just fell in love right there right then. I started searching the internet for Gruvia pics because yknow me I’m a loser and then I came across rboz’s amazing art in her tumblr page. So yea basically rboz is the reason why I have a tumblr in the first place.

AHAHAHA r u sure about that m8 ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) Kaishin fans coming out for blood

Jokes aside I, like probably 98% of the fandom started off as a ShinRan shipper (believe me i still think it’s cute). And then Shiho happened. And once you see the Shiho you cannot unsee the Shiho. She’s still, through time and many many fandoms, my fave character of all time. And idk man, whatever she wants she gets. And she wants Shinichi ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Admittedly I ship all the Shiho ships: KaiShi, RanShi, ShiGo, GinSherry, BourbonSherry... I’ve even warmed up to MitsuAi because of some great fanfics I’ve read. (The only one I can’t really ship her with is Akai or the other people with an extreme age gap like the parents gang or God forbid, Agasa. I also dislike Vermouth with ardent passion so please don’t even mention that)

[hbd-marky]

From Don

HOI LIL SHIEEEET MUARKY MERRI HAPPY BDAY! ITS BEEN HOW LONG NOW? 2 YEARS MORE? I AM REAL HONORED TO HAVE U AS A FWIEND FOR SUCH A LONG TIME OUTSIDE ME RL FRIEND GROUP! THANKS FOR STAYING BY ME FOR THIS LONG AND I STILL REMEMBER OUR FIRST TIME MEETING AND THE VERY FIRST ART U MADE FOR ME. REMBER, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO GAVE BIRTH TO GB DON KEKW. GET DRUNK, GET HAPPY, PARTY, GET UR BUTTHOLE LAID