#oh whoops accidentally vented

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

it’s probably not a good thing that i relate to this song as much as i do huh

[pup-pee]

i have artblock

the 1st drawings r recent(when i get artblock i just try 2 study anatomy idk)

transcript;

bernard; ok, so, listeners ask; jay, how is ur hair not damnaged? what deal did u have 2 make?

bernard; yeah whats ur secret?

jay; would u believe asian magic?

bernard(@ the same time); i mean how can we b sure-

jay; ber-

bernard; wait-

jay; ber!

bernard; wait! yk what i meant!

(thers a jump here bc i was 2 lazy 2 draw)

jay; im coming out again; ive been exposed. my hair is actually from my deal w/batman whos actually the devil

bernard; shup up shut up shut up omg

jay; 50 video special ill b cursing ber. get ready!

baernard; i h8 q n as

[yelloworangesoda]

the worst part about my incredibly low pain tolerance is when people literally don’t believe you. why would i lie

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

She didn't exactly understood why she felt so lonely.

The girl knew that she could simply just walk up to them, maybe say hi, start a conversation. It's that simple!

But she couldn't.

She couldn't.

Pamolia sat alone on her seat, blankly staring at her desk. There wasn't anything on it. No books, no pencil. No eraser. Nothing. Just a desk. She felt like crying, but even then nobody would care in the end.

She made the effort to weakly look up from her desk, and the moment she saw everyone else having fun, laughing and joking around with their friends, she felt like she just wanted to...

To...

...

Die.

It's as simple as that.

She knew that dying wouldn't be a great solution to her problems either. But can you really blame a literal teenager for feeling this way? She has her parents, Pupa, maybe some relatives here and there.

And yet they weren't enough.

No. Not even Pupa could make her feel less lonely. And she hated that fact.

She looked back down to her desk, and she could feel tears well up in her eyes. She lets them spill out, yet nobody would seem to care. Everyone else is so busy with their friends! So of course they wouldn't care about a stupid, lonely, worthless girl who's only interest is to just study bugs, study bugs, study bugs, study...

Sigh.

She just feels lonely.

And she will bask in that loneliness for now until she feels better.

[jupitercl0uds]

suddenly upset because when i was about 8 and i pictured/drew my future self it always looked like this

im not upset that i know ill never look like that. im upset because i was so obsessed with looking like that and i wanted to do so by 12.

my skin was darker than everyone in my class. not by much at all, but i still hated it. i'd insist it was 'just a tan' (even in the dark, cold british north) and that it'd go away eventually. maybe i was just a bit dirty and if i washed it enough it would go away. i used to wish i could peel of the entire top layer of my skin to reveal super pale skin, so pale that you could see every vain and the white of my bones.

and hair has always been a big thing for me. ever since i was little.

when i was 4, i used to have all sorts of proper afro hairstyles. i distinctly remember having afro puffs a lot when i was in nursery or reception. my hair type slowly changed to type 3 in like y1 or something. afro puffs turned to bunches, but then i decided i didn't like them and changed to plaits.

from reception way up until year 8, that's what i had. plaits, sometimes buns. and all that time, i wished for it to be straighter, more fair. the ends of my plaits always curled and i hated it. i'd pull on them, but it wouldn't work. it still curled. i remember being 6 and waiting in the school lunch line. i watched all the girls tie little plaits in the end of their plaits. they would literally tie knots with their hair. and it was so shiny and smooth. and they would take out their plaits and brush their hair and have completely different hairstyles. i tried to join in. when they combed their fingers through my hair and tried to style it, all i heard was 'oooh... er... i don't know how.'

i remember before all that, when i was a toddler, when i pictured my future self, i imagined a slightly fatter, slightly more muscular version of the woman from ratatouille. i don't look like her in terms of my face, but if you straightened my hair and bulked my up a bit, actually, yeah, i do kinda look like that. i dunno how i guessed i'd look like that, i was so young that all my facial features were all smooshed together, my eyes were giant and lower on my face and i was the normal amount of chubby for a toddler.

maybe if i were 10 years younger, and now i was the 5 y/o, things would be different. maybe all the girls would know what to do to help me play hairdressers as the customer. i doubt it, but i hope so. the only thing i can really think to end this with is happy black history month

[tossawary]

Cracky SVSSS Canon Divergence AU: Shang Qinghua (Airplane Bro) gets it into his head to try and "fix" Qijiu's relationship in order to 1) make his own work life easier and also 2) hopefully avert the ruthless destruction of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect by distracting Shen Qingqiu away from being a real piece of shit whenever the protagonist finally shows up. (Luo Binghe isn't here yet.)

Unfortunately, he gets this idea because he accidentally slept with Yue Qingyuan. It was during a late budgetary meeting. They'd both been slightly drunk. Yue Qingyuan had been sad and Shang Qinghua had been sad AND horny. It was a "bro helping another bro out" kind of thing! Shang Qinghua still can't really believe it happened. But it can't happen again! Bad idea!

Shang Qinghua encounters Shen Qingqiu in a brothel with half a plan on how to start unraveling that much damage, only... uh... Well, Shen Qingqiu got the wrong idea about what Shang Qinghua wanted from him, and Shang Qinghua's favorite type unfortunately happens to be "scary and mean and very pretty". Fuck! He accidentally slept with Shen Qingqiu too!

So, okay, back to Yue Qingyuan, who will definitely be the more reasonable person to talk to, because he hides all of his massive trauma like a polite person! Oh, shit, Yue Qingyuan is pretty hot, isn't he? And is coming on to Shang Qinghua again for a casual fuck... and whoops, the bad idea happened again! Fuck! When Shang Qinghua tries to have a productive conversation afterwards, Yue Qingyuan even confides in him a little. Yeah, bro, it IS super obvious that you're totally hung up on Shen Qingqiu, and oh, shit, you are NEVER going to make the first move, are you?

Okay, maybe "fixing" these guys is just not possible. Mistakes! He has made them! Shang Qinghua is just going to stay out of things moving forward. He's going to avoid them now! Oh, shit, Shen Qingqiu wants to know why Shang Qinghua was staring at him in that meeting and is slamming against a wall and- uh. Oh, wow. That's hot.

"Both of them?" Mobei-Jun says later, too bemused to be jealous. (Moshang aren't a thing yet. Maybe not ever a thing like that in this AU. Demons also have different societal conventions even so.)

"BOTH OF THEM!" Shang Qinghua wails, lying facedown on the floor of his house. He doesn't know why he's actually venting to Mobei-Jun, but he has NO ONE ELSE. He's getting SO well laid, sure, but the constant nagging feeling that he's going to get maimed this way is really putting a damper on the sex. Qijiu really, truly, honestly do NOT know that he's sleeping with both of them. "What is wrong with these people?! Why is their taste so bad? I made everything so much worse..."

"Stop fucking them then," Mobei-Jun suggests, as helpful as ever, which is not helpful at all. Mobei-Jun has never been helpful to anyone in his life. When he's not mildly annoyed by it, he thinks this shit is hysterically funny.

[shadowpeachyuri]

Asks are getting kinda long so. Mostly, I wonder why Reddit is so ticked off at Mac lmao. Everywhere I go, it's either insane villain apologism by making the hero pathetic and wrong, or extreme villain antagonism by overblowing consequences. Bud got dragged out of hell after centuries, got a super snack out of MK's powers, vented in a theatre before a trauma flashback of MK coming to whoop his butt reminded him of SWK and couldn't even skedaddle before Not-Mayor forced him into a symmetrical wardrobe, I mean. an unwilling henchminion arc, and proceeded to get his butt whooped by the gang who love to target his trauma eye and get looney tunes whumped by electrocution in a giant lantern, tossed over a ship, and my little pony friendship is magic style song blasted in his ears. and whatever hell portal Not-Mayor dunked his head in while chained up, a few times over. he was about to throw up with that face he made when LBD semi-possessed him. I think that's enough consequences, he already got The Talk(tm) tied up again w MK, (a compliant hostage) and mostly keeps vagueing warnings to the squad, being very idgaf about LBD. Not much villain behavior compared to others I've seen. He's not even an anti-villain, he's just a self-driven traumatized survivor who vents to people in ambiguous closed off ways and tends to cross over into jerk territory. So I'm here like, are half of tumblr/reddit posts out-dated, bc if someone isn't salty about S1 Mac (rare) they are TICKED about past!Mac (frequent) to which I ask, what did bro DO. I have never seen fandom run on such hypothetical anger before. What I miss, because past!Mac's issues are just vocalized as "never made his own choices." which, is NOT a thing to apologize abt? if anything, it would fuel the fire? It sounds like a reason to ditch your friends instead of following along and passively complaining. A lot of it is also abandoning SWK, but. he visited the mountain? I see a lot about Flower Fruit burning taken from JTTW which is interesting (so yeah, I think fandom relies on the book a lot for their character feelings) bc SWK learns that after beating LBD three times WHICH IS INTERESTING because Mac says "looks like OUR OLD FRIEND The Lady Bone Demon is back" our old friend?? OUR?? by osmosis I thought their break up happened because they couldn't beat her together, and then I watched the show and there was nothing on that. but since learning the twitter post theory about memory manip, well. ShadowPeach just got more tragic. its too bad tho, I would've loved a story of accidentally killing your best friend and realizing after instead of another oh no it was this other villain behind it. but alright. it makes too much sense tho based on SWK's reactions.

OH I DIDNT EVEN CATCH THAT “OUR” bit!! it does beg the question a little bit of “why did she resurrect him then,” but at the same time, it’s a very interesting theory!!

[giggly-squiggily]

Great In Theory, Bad In Execution (Moriarty The Patriot)

Two fics in one weekend- whoop whoop! So Moriarty the Patriot. A gem of an anime filled with equally shiny characters! I love Sherlock so much, so naturally I have to write him! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: After one too many incidents of his ticklishness being discovered, Sherlock decides to create a "remedy" to make himself immune. Of course- how will he test it? Watson finds himself dragged in to help.

“Dreadful, shameful, an embarrassment to my reputation, how’d I let myself slip so easily-” Sherlock was pacing about his room, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other pushed his hair out of his face. All these hours later and his cheeks were still tinted a stubborn pink, deeping whenever the memory of that night replayed in his mind. “I should have never- I could have- UGH!”

“Sherlock?” A pajama clad Watson peeked in, cringing some at the glare his flatmate shot him. “Are you well? You're making quite a bit of noise. Miss Hudson-”

“Sherlock Holmes! If you don’t stop that insistent pacing I’m putting you on the street!” Said woman stormed in, tugging her robe tightly over her. Much like Watson, she was dressed in her nightwear, her sleep mask crooked against her forehead. “What in god’s name has you so excited?”

“Oh come now, you two! It’s only…” Sherlock looked at the nearby clock, blanching at the hour. “Eh…eheh. I hadn’t realized how late it was.” He cleared his throat, grinning sheepishly at his companions. “Well, I should be off to bed now. Goodnight you two-”

“Oh no you don’t!” Watson blocked his path. “You woke us both up with all your noise! Knowing you- if I leave you be, you’ll just go right back to pacing!” The doctor took him in then, brows furrowing at Sherlock’s outwear. “Did you just get back from somewhere?”

“Yes- the local pub. I had some business there when I ran into Moriarty.” Sherlock waved the details off, a gesture that would have seemed nonchalant if it weren't for the pink still staining his face. Watson and Miss Hudson shared a look.

“Well, I’m off to bed.” Their landlady announced, figuring what was about to be spoken should stay private. “Keep the noise down, will you Sherlock?” She smiled kindly at Watson before disappearing down the hall. Upon her exit, the detective seemed to relax some.

“It’s just the two of us now, Holmes.” Watson prompted. “Wanna talk about it?”

Sherlock groaned, walking towards the nearest couch and flopping down. “No. But…”

~~Earlier that evening~~

“Aha! Professor- what a pleasant surprise!” Sherlock grinned when his eyes landed on the familiar blonde man sitting by. “I take it you’ve finished your evening classes at the local university?”

“Hm? Oh, Mr. Holmes. A pleasure to see you too, yes.” Said man smiled, the expression a bit tired. “I’ve been stuck at the office for quite some time today-  I’d much prefer teaching my students over grading their work.” Turning to the bartender, he ordered a round of drinks for them as the detective sat down. “How are things with your profession?”

“Boooring. If I get one more missing cat case, my head’s gonna explode.” Sherlock groaned, leaning into a hand as he vented about his most recent cases. If Watson were here, he’d probably scold him for speaking so crudely about his work. At least with William he could be frank. The Professor never seemed to be phased by Sherlock’s lack of filter.

“I suppose that’s the cost of popularity. You gain more work, but it lacks the intrigue you’re searching for.” William smiled behind his whisky as he watched Sherlock shoot his back, slapping his cup down with a satisfying nod. “Surely it’s not all boring?”

“Eh, I suppose. We did uncover quite the cheater! This lord- heh, he really thought he was slick.” Sherlock turned, something sinister in his tipsy grin. “He was sneaking women into his bedchambers almost every night! You know how he got caught? We found him in the bu-”

In Sherlock’s excitement, his hand accidentally knocked his empty glass towards the ground. Both men reached for it at the same time, William’s reflexes faster due to sobriety. Sherlock missed altogether.

What didn’t miss was William’s hand accidentally brushing the detective’s side.

“Gah!”

“Oh? Apologies, Mr. Holmes. Did I hurt you?” William looked up at the other, eyes curious at how red the other looked then. “Mr. Holmes?”

“I-It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Sherlock turned back to the bar, arms crossed around his middle in a failed attempt to look casual. That certainly sobered him up. William tilted his head curiously before his easy smile returned.

“Very well- I shall take my leave. My brothers; they tend to grow worried for me if I’m out later.” He gathered his bag and hat, leaving a coin for the bartender with a nod. “We’ll have to pick up where we left off next time, Mr. Holmes. I’m intrigued to hear how your riveting story ended.”

“Oh? Yeah, sure, definitely.” Sherlock nodded, unable to look anywhere but that blasted whisky glass. William passed by from behind. As he did, Sherlock felt something like a prod to the ribs, making him shoot up with a yelp.

“Apologies.” William smiled, eyes dancing with devilish delight. “I tripped.”

Sherlock was left sitting there at the bar for quite a long time.

~~Current Time~~

“That’s all?” Watson asked, blinking at his friend. “Sherlock, with all due respect, don’t you think you’re overreacting to such a small gesture?”

“Overreacting?” Sherlock sat up, his glare hot. “That was no small gesture, Watson! Moriarty, I could see it in his eyes! He knew what he had discovered!” Sherlock started to stand, pausing as if remembering Miss Hudson’s warning before easing back in his seat. “I felt like a fool- for something so, so childish!”

“Sherlock, many people are ticklish.” Watson reassured him, wincing some when Sherlock cut him another look. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and besides- the likelihood of Moriarty using it against you is slim.”

“That’s not the problem, John! It’s not that he knows I’m…” Sherlock stumbled, squirming in his seat. “Sensitive- It’s how annoying it is in my everyday life! I can’t even get fitted for a suit or checked at the department without being reminded of it!” The detective huffed, crossing his arms. “I was cursed with this dreadful ailment- a trade perhaps for my intellect. Given the ability to solve cases but now I must live with too sensitive skin!”

“Yes. Unfortunately there isn’t anything that can be done for that.” Watson mused. “No potions or medicines exist to remove ticklishness from the body.”

Sherlock nodded glumly, and then stopped. Eyes widening, his brain went into overdrive. “John, you ol’ chap, you’re a genius!” Sherlock grinned, making the doctor look up with a blink. “A medicine to stop being so sensitive! It’s perfect!”

“Sherlock I wasn’t being serious-” Watson began, finding himself being pushed out the room gently by the detective. “Sherlock?”

“No time! I must get to work, Watson! Time is of the essence!” Sherlock smiled before shutting the door in Watson’s face, leaving the other staring at old mahogany.

“Oh dear…” The doctor yawned, suddenly too tired to deal with this. “This will only end in disaster, won’t it?”

~~~

“John! John! Come quickly!” Sherlock’s cries shocked Watson out of his morning routine. The doctor raced towards the bedroom, panic setting in. Has Sherlock hurt himself? Did an experiment go wrong?

“Sherlock, what is it?” Watson sprinted into the room, finding Sherlock in mint condition before him. In his hand he held a beaker containing a ruby red liquid. “Erm..you have a drink?”

“What? No, this is no ordinary drink, John!” Sherlock shook his head, presenting the glass to the other. “This is my creation! A cure for the dreaded sensitivity afflicting my body!”

“What…oh. Your remedy for being ticklish.” Watson felt his body relax, glad to know no real danger was before him. “I’m glad you’re- What are you doing?”

Sherlock, after presenting the cup, chugged the entirety of its contents in one go. Wiping the drips of red from his lips, he nodded. “Oh yes…I feel it, John. My genius is working!”

“You’re mad!” Watson cried, running over and grabbing Sherlock’s collar. His skin looked fine, no sudden changes in color or texture. “Why would you drink that? Oh no- where’s the charcoal? Tell me you have charcoal!” John yanked open the nearest drawer, searching for the tablets. “We need to get you to the hospital before you-”

“John, John, easy!” Sherlock took his arm, pulling him away from the drawers. “I’m fine! If the solution was dangerous, clearly I’d be dead now, wouldn’t I?”

“Poisons work differently, Sherlock!” John grabbed the beaker, bringing it to his nose. “If we can identify the chemicals-”

“John.” Sherlock cut him off, finally silencing the other. “I assure you I’m fine. I know my way around a lab, thank you.”

The doctor was quiet, still staring at the beaker in hand. Finally, he sighed, putting it down on the table and turning to his flatmate. “Alright. I trust you. So, this magical medicine you made?” John gestured to Sherlock’s body. “Does it work?”

“I don’t know. That’s the thing about humans, we can’t exactly test ourselves regarding our sensitivity.” Sherlock looked thoughtful before making his way over to the couch, shrugging off his jacket and shoes. Once comfortable, he sprawled out along the cushions, tucking his arms behind his head. “Come on now.”

“Erm…what?” Watson asked.

“Do it.” Sherlock told him. Watson stared some more. “Come on now- we don’t know how long this remedy will last.”

“You want me to…tickle you?” Watson asked. Sherlock flushed at the question, but nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Yes yes! Now hurry! Before the solution wears off!” Sherlock fussed impatiently. Watson sighed before walking over, stretching out his hands.

“Very well. Just remember, you asked me to do this.”

“Hah, no worries! If this worked, I’ll be imu-uuhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhne!” Sherlock spasmed when Watson’s fingers touched his body, clawing at his stomach and sides. “Aheahhahahahhahaha! Whahahahhahaht the hehhehehehhheehhell?”

“Did it not work?” Watson asked, brows furrowing as he continued dragging his fingers along Sherlock’s torso. “You sounded so sure. Should I stop?”

“Nohohoohoohhohoho! Keehehehheheep gohoohohoohing! Mahahhahaybe it neehehehheds tihihiihime to kihihihihck ihiihih-IIHIHIN!” The detective all but squeaked when Watson pinched his lower ribs, his hands shooting down from behind his head to guard his torso. “Johohohohohoohn, dohoohoohohon’t!”

“Don’t what? If I recall, you weren’t even that ticklish here.” Watson mused, starting to smile. He let his other hand creep up Sherlock’s open side, walking up his ribs one bone at a time towards his armpit. “Or ticklish here? Maybe your medicine made it worse?”

“Perehehahhahhahahahps? Ihiihihihihihi nehehehehhehed to dohoohohoho mohohohore reeheehehshehehehharch! Aheahhahahhaahaha!” Sherlock squirmed to and from on the couch, batting at the hands. His cheeks were bright red now, his hair growing messier by the minute. “Geahhahahaha, ohoohoohkay! Ohoohohohkay, Wahahahhahatson, stahahhahap ihihiiihhit!”

“Already? But shouldn’t we check all the usual spots first? You never know- the medicine might have numbed a few.” It was absolute bull, what Watson was saying. Really, he was just starting to have fun. Sherlock could be quite the disaster when he wanted to be, driving him and poor Miss Hudson into his antics. It was nice to finally get some much needed revenge.

“Gohoohohohohohd pohohohoohint! Prohohohohoohcehehehheheed!” Sherlock nodded, arching with a cackle when Watson’s hands dug into his armpits. “AHEHAHHA I TAHHHKE IT BAHAHAHCK! I TAHHAHHAKE IT BACK GEHEHHET OHOHOHOOOHOHUT!”

“Hmm…nope, that’s still the same.” Watson dropped his hands down, grabbing Sherlock’s waist. The brunette all but shrieked, nearly jumping off the couch in his hysteria. “That’s the same too. Actually, I think your waist got worse, Sherlock!”

“WHHAHAHHAHAHTSON PELAHHAHHHAHAHSE!” The detective squealed, practically hugging himself to protect his tickle spots. No matter how tightly he pressed his arms in, Watson found a way past his defenses. “MOHOOHOHOVE SOHOOHOHMEWHERE EHEHHHEHLSE!”

“Okay okay…how about here?” Watson grabbed his hip, nearly getting a fist to the eye from Sherlock’s wild squirms. “Okay, definitely still ticklish. Here?” He squeezed his thigh, giggling some at the snorts he earned. “Yep, that’s still normal.” He even dared to tickle his feet, running a single finger down Sherlock’s sole.

“JOHOHOHOOAHAHHHHAAHAN!” Sherlock’s voice cracked from how bad it tickled, eyes wet with mirthful tears and voice fading in and out.

“Yep, you’re still ticklish everywhere.” Watson laughed, finally pulling his hands back. “Looks like your new medicine was a bit of a bust, ol’ chap.”

“Eheh…eheheh…heheh….” Sherlock groaned weakly, body limp with exhaustion against the couch. His hair fell in his face, matted with sweat and blocked his vision. Watson reached out to move it away when Sherlock proved too tired to do so. “Shahame…and heheere I thoohhought I did sohohomething…”

“Perhaps you should count yourself lucky you didn’t die from it?” Watson offered, earning a light pinch to the arm. “If anything, I think it made you even more ticklish than before.” “Drahahats…that’s ihihit. I’m leahhahving medicine to ohohohothers.” Sherlock groaned, closing his eyes. “I…I need a moment. Mahahaybe several.” He was out moments later, soft snores puffing out his lips. Watson smiled before standing.

“Here I was thinking you were killing him.” Miss Hudson’s voice made him jump. Watson turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on her lips as she watched Sherlock sleep. “Can’t blame you if you were. I’d want to kill him too.”

“Did we disturb you? I apologize.” Watson began, stopping when she waved him off.

“It’s fine, truly.” She walked over to the desk, picking up the beaker. “He drank it too. Such an idiot.”

“Yes. Though I have a feeling you knew he would.” Watson walked over, a secret smile touching his lips when their eyes met. “Wine, Miss Hudson?”

“It looked similar enough.” She winked, tucking the glass in her skirts. “You really think I’d let him drink whatever that concoction was? He’s bad enough alive. Imagine what he’d be like dead?” She shuddered. “He’d haunt us for all eternity.”

“He certainly would.” Watson agreed, laughing. “Would you like to have some tea with me, Miss Hudson? I’m curious to know what other interference you’ve done for the sake of Sherlock.”

“But of course, John.” She nodded, turning to the door. “That would be lovely.”

Thanks for reading!

[fluffypotatey]

lmk au u haven't seen but would love to?

oh bro I have this really cute and fluffy (ok there is a smidge of angst BUT ONLY A SMIDGE I SWEAR) freenoodles au that I haven’t written but it is my beloved

ok so premise: freenoodles marriage of convenience au 🤗

basically, Pigsy and Tang get married for tax benefits bc Tang is stingy like that and Pigsy has had enough of ppl (his family) hemming & ha-ing about his lack of a love life and how he’s too much of a workaholic sooooooo: marriage

however (and this is the fun bit), things take a turn when a strange, muddy little orphan boy turns up in Pigsy’s place and the guy accidentally adopts the kid by taking him in, feeding him noodles, and getting attached after the kid (let’s call him MK :3 ) asks for seconds in the most shy-est of ways

so, now freenoodles are taking care of the kid (MK) was is unaware of the “falseness” of the couple’s marriage believing they are the epitome of what a romantic couple is like and neither of the older characters have the heart to confess

but then….WHOOPS! feelings realization because oh shit, am i I love with my husband who i married for the convenience of tax benefits/peace of family mind????

both vent this issue to Sandy (who is also here) and the poor guy’s patience is thinning

[codradin]

It's been a long day for a lot of reasons, and a long couple weeks for every more reasons. Guess I decided to vent it all into my take on a creepy pasta.

TW: FIRE, DEATH IMAGERY

I've always loved pokemon. Course I have, it's a massive franchise. Probably will be one of the biggest in the world some day, even with only a few games out.

Smoldering Silver

I don't really remember a lot--it's never really been a bother, though. I just go to school, forget it, and come home to play pokemon. Nothing else really matters. It's almost nice--every playthrough is fresh.

I know I've played red and blue to heck and back--but I do own silver, too.

I've been meaning to play it. Maybe I have. Doesnt really matter.

I decide to pop it in the old Gameboy one school day, sitting in my dirty room on my bed. It's very warm out today, even inside, but what're you gonna do.

I turn it on, excited, faintly surprised to see no save file. Maybe I keep forgetting to play it. Whoops.

Oh well! New adventure starts now.

Professor Oak talks to me, tells me my name is Red, which is a little odd--isn't that the red and blue protagonist? Maybe they brought him back for a new adventure. That's fun. I liked Red.

I never liked Blue, though. He was always mean to red. I didn't get it. It made me scared.

Oak goes to release me on my journey, before the game seems to freeze, audio pausing.

Eh? Did the game freeze already? I know red and blue were kinda funky sometimes, but--

The Gameboy let's out a horrific scream, a human scream, and I jump as Oaks face seems to melt--

I panic turn off the Gameboy, heart racing. What the heck?-

I stare at the dead screen, confused and scared, but so unbearably curious at the same time. That's not normal, I know that.

I slowly turn the Gameboy back on.

No intro plays--the game boots up, and reds sprite is standing in a new town, a town I don't recognize, but that's not super surprising.

I amble up to the biggest house in town, a nice tune playing. There's a different sprite staring into the side of the building. Oh, like the guy outside my window! Okay.

I walk into the big building, and get to choose a pokemon! Exciting!

The choices are new and different, especially considering I've apparently never played this, so this'll be cool.

I've never liked fire types, though.

I go with Chikorita. Silly little guy.

I accidentally forget to name them, but when I go to examine my new friend, they already have a name.

Chrysanthemums? That's a big word I don't know. It's silly. I'll call her Chrys.

I walk outside the lab after being told something or other, I dunno, it doesn't really matter.

The man in the window is still there, and I look at his sprite a little more closely.

It's all monochrome, so colors are a little weird, but they seemed "tall", with a yellow hat and beige clothes, something covering their face, and in the low quality pixels, it's hard to tell what they're holding in their hands, but it's long and straight.

Huh. Thats a funny character design.

I take Chrys and go out onto the first route! I destroy some silly rats and birds, considering I have no pokeballs, but that's okay.

The first town I enter seems normal. I heal up, I talk to an old man, but his dialogue is kinda weird.

"I don't think they meant it to go this far."

What?

Man, my game is corrupted as heck, isn't it? I wonder what happened.

Oh, well, the battling seems to be working, so I quickly get distracted again. Away I go.

Up to the house I guess I was supposed to go to, woah, egg?? I have egg. Egg is exciting, and I guess the guy who gave me Chrys wants it. Cool!

I walk back to the second town-- no one is around. It's weird--I thought npcs had just been around? Eh. Memory probably is wrong again. Silly me.

I walk back to the first town. I haven't encountered any trainers yet. I wonder why.

I go to cross the line into the first town--

The game crashes.

Aw, cmon! I haven't saved. I debate just giving up right then and going back to my actually working games, but something urges me on.

I sigh and restart the game. Again. Man, this game is worse than the silly missingnos.

I load back in--oh, it...saved on its own? But wait, where am I?

I'm in a completely new town. What?

I check my pokemon--Chrys has, apparently, evolved, into a long necked flower dinosaur. It's almost giving me a sad look.

It's level 39.

What kinda memory black outs am I having? I was just...okay. this is weird.

The town is large, with a railway track running through the middle of it.

I must've gotten badges to get this far, right? I check my trainer card.

I have 3 badges, now. But my trainer doesn't look like Red...they're familiar, in a way. Long ish hair, a dirt smudged face, a strange look on their smiling face, hatless, almost vacant yet carefree.

Their name is Nina.

Huh. More corrupted cartridge nonsense, I guess.

All the npcs in town are wearing all black. It seems to be raining. None of them talk to me--I can't interact with them at all.

Okay. Uhm.

I walk north for a while, before walking through a transition tunnel.

It's a lovely park, and I think the music should be peaceful and soothing, but it's distorted into sadness, somber and...disturbing.

My skin prickles with uncomfortable goosebumps, and I continue forward.

There's a large gathering of npcs, all wearing the same black in the now pouring rain, the pixels blocking the screen solidly.

I walk up to them, but they don't move. They don't talk. They don't do...anything.

This is stupid. I just wanna play some pokemon. Why is it all creepy and sad?

I accidentally press forward--and can step through the npcs.

Oh, what? I'm the invisible man!

I walk forward to the two pixels their surrounding--a brown pixel and a grey one.

I can't move over the brown one, but I can interact with the grey pixel.

NINA GREY HAWKINS

DEC 7 1992

NOV 22 1999

I stare at the Gameboy picture of a gravestone.

A face stares back at me.

My face.

My tomb.

The heat gets worse and worse and I look up as the room fills with smoke and ash, I can hear screaming, at the window is a man with a strange protective helmet, a gas mask and heavy clothes, an axe shattering my window.

I scream, and he shouts something at me as the entire house rumbles.

I run to him--

--

I've always loved Pokemon.

[gojosboybussy]

Whoops, totally forgot my friend requested a Dazai x gn reader so here you go

No warnings but it’s fluff but also enemies to lovers

You’ve always hated Dazai, you worked with him for years and there’s just something about him that annoys you. Like the fact that he flirts with every single girl that he finds which makes you cringe, the fact that he sometimes flirts with you also which makes you cringe, and the fact that he’s a little shit almost all the time. Like that one time he pulled a prank on you and put a toy that looks like a cockroach in your coffee so you would be terrified.

Imagine your surprise when you realize you managed to have maybe a teensy little crush on him.

“Fuck this can’t be good, he’s my coworker and what’s even worse is that he’s such a little shit!” You didn’t know what to do with these emotions, aren’t you supposed to hate him? Why are you all of a sudden not totally cringing when he flirts with you? Why do you feel a little bit of jealousy when he flirts with girls? I mean it’s not like you can just bottle up these emotions that’s not healthy. And what’s even worse is….does he even feel the same way?

Dazai’s POV: Dazai couldn’t really believe it, I mean he’s flirt with other people before since he’s a manwhore but having feelings for them? That’s a first. And never in a million years would he thought it would be y/n of all people, and here he is venting to chuuya who could care less about this situation.

“I don’t know chuuya there’s just something about them that makes me get butterflies do you get what I mean?” “…. Dude I genuinely don’t care” chuuya then grabs his wine bottle and leaves. Dazai doesn’t know what to do in this situation, I mean doesn’t y/n hate him? Or do they just act like they do?… you know what? He can’t fight this anymore love is love and it’s now or never, he’s going to confess to them later tonight!

Readers POV: after hours of debating whether or not they should confess or actually bottle up these feelings they have finally made their decision.

“You know what fuck it you only live once, I’ll confess later tonight and if he says no then oh well there’s plenty of fish in the sea and at least this would all be over!”

Later that night:

Dazai was about to walk to y/ns house with a rose in his hand, meanwhile y/ns about to walk to dazais house! As Dazai was thinking about what was gonna happen he accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry! I didnt see you th- wait Y/N?!” “DAZAI?! What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well I came to see you… I uhh have to tell you something”

“Me too… how about we both say it at the same time on a count of three?”

One….

Two….

Three.

“I LIKE YOU!” Surprisingly both of them said the same thing and confessed to eachother making them look redder than that rose Dazai was holding.

“You…. Like me?.. but I don’t get it I’m usually so mean to you even if I don’t mean it an-“ Dazai quickly cut off Y/n by kissing them passionately, the kiss felt like it lasted forever, it felt like some romance movie where in the end of the movie they finally kissed.

After they stopped Dazai quickly went back to teasing. “Wow you had a crush on me? That’s so embarrassing~”

“Oh my god shut up manwhore”

[lesbianoctoling]

🖊 malibu !!

Meme

ogh malley. malley malley malley my beloved. i love them so much.

malley isnt even my first agent 3 oc but theyve become such a near and dear one anyways. fun fact! I originally made them for a pearlina story i wanted to write! they were very similar to 'stinky edgy fanon' agent 3. but i couldnt really get far with that story so it got scrapped. this was id say 2017?

then octo expansion was announced! and i made palace, and decided to reuse elements of that malley for this new universe. oh also their name was apparently mallory, but id always call them malley. so i just...forgot their name was mallory and thought it was malibu... until i went through my sketchbook in late 2018 and went oh whoops!

i decided to keep some level of that edgyness to malley though, just not the same. i like edgy fanon 3 a lot because i was 15 when splat 1 came out and thats how old most people saw 3 as too. my splatoon ocs were so so edgy at the time, because i was also going through a rough time myself and i used them to vent out a lot of my problems. a lot of this teen angst stayed in some, but obviously as i grew older i learned how to better handle my emotions and understand these problems i dealt with. but i wanted to kinda nod to that with malley! so i decided that malley themself was a bit of an edgy impulsive teen. they ran away and cut off all their friends during a bad episode after graduation. theyre doing a lot better now, despite everything. teen malley was brooding and sad but adult malley is trying their best to be a ball of sunshine and they do a pretty good job. they want to make people happy and are full of so much damn love. they arent without their problems tho - malley sometimes ignores the actual issues or outright avoids them, or tries to help people when they dont want the help or only want space instead...

(though they werent 15 when they first became agent 3 - theyre about 17/18 at the time. i have to think about the timeline of things...)

the way they dress is also kinda edgy too - but not in the way most fanon 3 is. i liek to take fanon and twist it a bit if you cant tell. but malley is a punk rocker and actually makes a lot of their own clothes, tearing shirts up and sewing new things. they help a lot of locals in inkopolis do the same. theyve probably hosted a few classes on basic sewing too!

malley also really, really wants a pet. they have no idea what kind theyd want though, but maybe a lizard, since they saw how cute sara's was...

malley is also kind of an accidental flirt. i just think thats funny.

[aleatoryw]

controversial opinion maybe but I find people who do that whole "exaggerated self love and grandiose compliments" thing so fucking annoying... if you accidentally drop something and instead of saying "oh whoops, I'm a dumbass" you say "I'm the most graceful person in the world! wow I'm so smart!" it gives me rancid vibes. saying you're having a great time through gritted teeth when losing a game makes me think you're one step away from throwing things. just say you suck at this and move on, it's called venting and it's generally considered to be a healthy way of expressing negative feelings.

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

Scenario- Teen Blaise picking on a classmate?

"Whoops!" Blaise laughed as he 'tripped' and 'accidentally' spilled the water he was carrying on his classmate. "Oh, man, I'm so clumsy!" He feigned horror as he stood back up. "Here, lemme dry you off!" He then started to pull the student over to one of the air vents.

[jxnisnotfunny]

accidentally ate something that belonged to my dad out of my own false judgements. whoops 🙃

the only reason i'm venting about it is cus i predict he's gonna overreact about it for way longer than necessary only cus it's related to food, even tho i'm already over it.

but oh well, it could be worse. i didn't lie about it, even to save myself from that case, cus i knew i'd be in a worse situation if i did. so dw about me

[sociallyawkward--fics]

I just RSVPed for an open house for the local beauty/cosmetology school tomorrow,,,,,, I am Nervous lol