#phone doodle supreme i guess

[nitroish]

woke up in the middle of an anxiety attack last night and drew this when it was finally winding down

[leffee]

Day 30: Sketching

The world was quiet, Russell and Sunil were… well, Vinnie wasn’t quite sure, it was possible that Russell was still up, Sunil though was most likely long deeply asleep, it was 3 am after all. As for Vinnie? He was sketching… or trying to. 

“Damn it, this is shit!” He let out louder than he intended to and tensed up, but no one knocked on his room’s door. Phew.

This was his what - tenth? Eleventh? Attempt at trying to capture his boyfriends’ features just right, but it still wasn’t it. He huffed, snapped a picture of his “masterpiece,” and forwarded it to Minka with an additional text,

“How about this one? How do I improve it? The anniversary is getting closer, and I have nothing”

Who really knew if she were awake at this hour, with Minka it was pretty much a matter of guessing, but Vinnie desperately hoped she would be able to reply now.

While he was waiting, he stood up and stretched his protesting spine, gaining some relief from the movement. It really felt like he had not moved from his chair for hours one bit and honestly that might have as well been true. 

Perhaps he should have chosen something else to do for the one-year anniversary of him being together with Sunil and Russell, but… he really, really wanted that something to be supreme, they deserved it after all. 

Of course, his first thought was to dance for them, duh! Maybe even persuade them to dance with him something like tango, waltz, foxtrot; first Russell then Sunil, or maybe the other way around, it didn’t really matter. However, when he actually started practicing… nothing came out right, or rather, everything came out the way it usually did. He tripped, he stumbled, and kept bumping into things. He often made mistakes, but this time they appeared so much more prominent to him, it didn’t feel like he was dancing and occasionally making mistakes anymore, this time it felt like he was making mistakes, accompanied by occasional dancing.

No, that would not do. The practice had not helped, in fact, he had a feeling that each day he got worse if anything, neither Russell nor Sunil deserved this to be their gift. What if they did see it and decided that he wasn’t actually as cool as they initially thought and that they don’t need him as a partner in such a case?! Because what else did he really have to contribute to this relationship?

He tugged on his hair and swallowed hard.

So, had he decided to switch. The problem? He initially had no clue what to switch to. What else was there to do that he was also good at…? He was empty with ideas that is until one day Minka casually reminded him of the time he sketched that duck and mentioned that she thought it was pretty good. Right, sketching! There was his idea, he could sketch his boyfriends to show them just how beautiful they were in his eyes. Except… once he tried nothing looked right.

It’s not like he has ever practiced drawing or anything, the most he has ever drawn were some doodles, sometimes when he for example was bored in class or other similar situation. He wasn’t Minka… he didn’t know anything about drawing, sketching, painting, whatever-.

Ping!

He sat down heavily and reached for his phone, his eyes quickly scanning through the text.

“Sorry was doing something, not painting! Anyway, to be honest with you I could give you more tips sure, but you know sketching is not exactly my thing abstract painting is and that’s not the same. besides I really think I gave you all the tips I had, I think what you really need right now the most is just practice, that’s how I did it you know? Anyway, I’m sure Russell and Sunil will appreciate your drawing, even if you think it’s not perfect.”

He groaned. So now he just needed time? But he did not have time!

“Thanks I’ll try to make it word.”

He threw the phone away and hit his head on the desk. So, it was either switching-over to something new again with only a few days left to make it perfect, or practice sketching as much as he could in the time he had left and hope that his last versions of the sketches were good enough.

…

He sighed, put on his headphones, turned on some music and got back to sketching.

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You can't just put this in as a joke and expect me to ignore it.

You know?

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

12 November: Unraveling

Word count: 579

TW: Swearing, (hyperbolic) self-harm and/or gore, Keefe being allosexual

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Keefe Sencen's Journal

    I had a surprisingly not shit day. I mean, I did get threatened by a guy with a pair of very dangerous looking garden shears, but, honestly, that’s nothing compared to the last few days. I’m trying to not think about those last few days and it really isn’t working, so I’ve taken to hyperfocusing on the previously mentioned garden shears incident. 

    Apparently I scared him by hiding in the bushes trying not to get found because it’s hard to hide when you didn’t bring an obscurer and, as discussed many times before, I don’t have any fucking money. 

    So, you know, like any rational person, he started yelling at me and I thought for a second that my polyglot thing was broken but it just turns out that it’s a processing speed limitation as a result of barely sleeping for the past week and a half. 

    As I was blinking away the exhaustion, I found myself looking at his eyebrows, the angry crease accentuated as they move up and down while ye yells at me and —

    Fuck. 

    It’s kind of a great wonder of the world that I hadn't figured this out yet. I am a buffoon of the highest order. No one has ever or will ever buffoon more than I have. It’s almost like a world record, except bad. 

    Get me a shamkniv. I need to remove my eyeballs. I’m not doing this again.     

    If you haven’t guessed, dear journal, I may have gotten deeply distracted by another person’s existence once again, and, as such, I cannot fucking deal with this anymore. All logical options point to me just fucking off to another city, but I’m just going to do it again, aren’t I? 

    This is the neverending cycle that I’m going to throw myself into. Not even a full forty-eight hours in a new city and I’m already doodling in the margins about a guy who, statistically, I’m never going to see again. And even if I do, that’s not happening. I’m not dragging anyone else into this mess. 

    Who am I fucking kidding? Either I’m going to leave or I’m going to fuck up. Those are the two options. There is no secret third choice where no one gets hurt. 

Later: I should probably also muse poetic about the fact that he’s, you know, a guy and how the elves try to pretend like that whole thing doesn’t exist, but we all know what’s going on behind closed doors with the councillors. Also Alden and Quinlin. They think they’re so clever, but, dear stars, they are so completely and absolutely wrong. I don’t think Fitz knows though. That’s going to be a bit of a revelation if he ever finds that one out. 

    While we’re talking about Fitz, of course I have to reflect on how our friendship has existed over the last insert-number-of-years-here. And, uh, well, shit. Fitz is hot. How dare he? If I ever go back to the Lost Cities and then get rejected by Sophie, I’ll gladly get rejected to the oort cloud by Fitz. 

    He’d totally fucking murder me while directly quoting the laws governing the Matchmakers. Although, that does sound kinda hot too.

    Who said that—? 

    Maybe I need to turn off my brain for a bit. That sounds nice. Just give it a nice little bath in cerebrospinal fluid. I’m going to try to get some sleep. It’s not going to work, but it’s worth trying, right? 

[littlenahsstuff]

In love, I swear.

A/n Literally my first time writing actual fanfiction. This might be a flaming dumpster fire idk. I will persevere and cringe later, but for now, enjoy.

supreme!Cordelia Goode x reader

TW:nothing much, just a big old fluffernutter sandwich. A little angst. Swears I guess.

Synopsis: Cordelia has just recruited you to be a counselor at Robicheauxs and it's safe to say you are head over heels for the supreme. Unfortunately, you aren't the one to tell her.

You always thought that you weren't too special of a witch, you had the basic witchy spells down and specialized in the people who struggled on the inside... but in a more witchy sense. You also helped the witches who needed to get their powers more developed or who ones that are just behind in school. A sort of glorified counselor you suppose. It's sorta funny, especially since you aren't the most confident, how you can talk to all of the girls. When it boils down to it you are just a witchy gal searching for love. Specifically Cordelia's. It could never happen though.

Your love life wasn't the only area you lacked in before Robicheauxs, you had been struggling to find a job suited for your interests. Let's just say that you have a lifetime ban from one of the Mcdonalds in Louisiana. Fire and grease doesn't mix.

Of course, if it wasn't for dear, sweet, precious, Cordelia, you would be living on the streets. Luckily that didnt happen and so here you are today, three months in to your teaching position at Robicheauxs.

Oh, the moment, "You're hired. I look forward to expanding the academy's family and getting to know you better especially," left the Supremes lips, the better off you were.

And yet, even with all of the joy that comes with finally getting paid, there were the challenges as well. For starters, everyone was extremely nice to you, even though you kept mostly to yourself, there was this one person that made this heaven more hellish. Madison the bitch witch Montgomery.

You had been warned by Zoe, your closest confidante in this new place and also Madisons freaking girlfriend, that she was no pleasant peach. Never in all of your doubtful thoughts, had how bad it actually was crossed your mind. It was never the cockiness that got to you, you had a different appreciation for it than most. Found the confidence refreshing almost. No, no no no no. It was in fact, that she was constantly trying to dig up dirt on you.

"You're too much of a goody two shoes y/n," she once stated with a glare. The same day you had heard Zoe squabbling about something and your name came up. Your name and the fact Madison had stolen your wallet to look at your license. It turned up later on your bed stand.

Madison's a lover of Zoe and drama you've come to find out.

It's harmless though really, you dont mind the extra bit of attention that comes with it. Its flattering so no need to complain to anybody, especially not Cordelia.

Cordelia, mmm, yeah now shes the biggest threat here. She is the reason you got this job and might be the reason you lose it.

She once caught you with your doodle journal. It was a harmless question,

"Y/n, what're you drawing?" She looked over your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin and your sketchbook went flying.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" She worried her lips a bit. Her big, plump, kissable lips. Come on Y/n, get out of it.

"Yes," you squeaked. Sinking farther into the sofa. She chuckled her beautiful chuckle and sat on the couch arm.

"So, what was my favorite school counselor drawing just then?" She questioned. Glancing to the thrown book.

Your face went red.

"Uh-" you paused, come on you're making it a bigger deal than it has to be, "you." You couldn't look into her eyes.

She gazed at you at you and it felt like a hole was being burned into your skull.

"Okay," Cordelia said, leaving it at that. Stood up and made to walk away.

"Wait!" She paused and turned back to you, seeing you scramble to get your sketchbook.

"Yes?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I- don't you want to see it?" You said and you slapped yourself mentally for about the hundredth time she walked in.

She smiled softly at you, "Of course, I thought you didn't. You looked scared to death, like bambi."

"Okay," you flipped back towards the page and cringed. It wasn't your best peice. You could never capture her beauty right.

Her eyes scanned over it, widening before squinting with her grin.

"It's so good!" She gasped.

"Yes, that is Cordelia Goode," you joked in a monotone manner. She slapped your shoulder jokingly, making you snort.

"You nerd, I didn't mean it that way. Either way, you did a fantastic job! I wished I looked as good as you make me seem," she muttered the last bit, bit you heard it. It saddens you to remember the damage Fiona did.

"Hey, Cordy," you started. You realized that you used a nickname that Madison did, but she doesn't seem to care.

"You know what I think? I think that you're wrong. You see I just can't for the life of me get your soft proud loving smile right. Your eyes aren't as warm and glowing as they are in reality. I couldn't manage to picture the right placement for those worry lines or crowd feet you have. You might not like them, but to me they show that you worry and care and that you laugh at the stupidest of things, which is a trait I adore. You are more perfect than any Davinci or Van Gogh," you say. You don't like when your friends feel bad about themselves.

Cordelia's tearing up a bit and wiles it away. "Didn't know you were a goddamn poet too?" She joked with a giggle, "thanks y/n, sometimes I need to hear something like that."

"No problem Cordelia," I can't help it, you're my muse, is what you want to say.

"Well, I have some paperwork, but it was nice to see ya," she hurriedly excused and rushed out.

Unbeknownst to you, Madison was watching. She knew exactly how to get dirt on you now. She had something all along.

The next week you spent daydreaming about Cordy...elia, you couldnt help but go back to that conversation. You needed to be more discrete, way more descrete.

So you made sure to draw your crush no more. That didn't change the fact you forgot to destroy the evidence in writing.

You had slept in a little too late, so in a rush you were to get to your office. The reason you had being you daydreaming about Cordelia and yours faux life together a little too long.

A bunch of new juicy stuff for Madison as she snatched it from your bedside table. It was too easy really.

She opened it up to the first page. It acted like a normal diary, just stating checklists of things to do and things you did. The size was fairly large, so skipping a few pages till she got to the juicy stuff and the part where you actually did know Cordy wasn't harmful.

It was a barf fest of emotion. "Oh Cordelia is so awesome, oh I'm so lucky to work with Cordelia, oh my, I won't ever get a chance with Cordelia, she's the supreme!"

"Ew," Madison groaned, whipping out her phone.

Then she found it, the goldmine of confessions. It was all the way in the back, meaning you had wrote it recently.

"Dear, myself

Cordelia today caught me drawing a picture of herself and said something I didn't particularly enjoy listening about herself. I can't believe Fiona would send her into such a deep hatred of herself that even with her gone she's hurting. She's no mother. Cordelia is the love of my life, even if I'm not hers, she deserves all the love I can give. She's not broken, but she just needs someone to love her and I do. I promise to give her as much love as possible without her finding out what kind it really is, I'm in love, I swear.

Sincerely, Y/N."

So she snapped a picture of the page.

After school was over Cordelia was not expecting Madison to barge into her office. Let alone with something regarding YOU of all people.

"Cordy, I've got something to tell you about y/n!" Madison sang out, waving her phone in front of Cordelia's face as she sat on top her desk.

Madison was just careless with others and too carried g about herself. It was the perfect storm. The only person who could ever take it too far to just prove a point. That there was something wrong with you.

If Madison Montgomery had taken one moment to actually think about it, she was just jealous. Jealous that another person at the coven was better than her to Cordelia. She was one spoiled bitch growing up. Guess it backfired.

"What?" Cordelia questioned in concern, "Is she okay? Madison what did you do to her!?" Her thoughts raced, Madison's pranks often went a little too far. She did kill Misty.

"Now now Cordy, don't get your panties in a twist. Here read this," Madison demanded to her supreme, she shoved it into her face and Cordelia grabbed it.

Her eyes expected headlines on the news or a mugshot, but she realized it was just your writing.

"Madison," she warned.

"Come on, I know you can read!" Madison poked Cordelia's forehead, prompting a slap from the Supreme.

Ms. Goode exhaled, "Fine."

Her eyes fluttered over the words, brows furrowing with every sentence. She couldn't comprehend, could she read?? It seemed to her as if her brain was creating what she wanted to see, but no, you wrote it. Unfortunately.

Everything's silent. Then the thought flits across her head, you like her back.

"In love, I swear."

Oh she's mad. Not at you, no, she could never. Madison on the other hand better,

"Get out of my office right now," Cordelia whispered. Madison's smile faltered.

"What, didn't you want to know your feelings are reciprocated? Come on, I'm just trying to get you two to speed up the process." Madison hopped of the desk and sauntered out.

What has she done.

Cordelia was wracked with guilt for awhile, with no way to tell you either. How does one even go about telling someone they read their deepest darkest secrets. How!?

She couldn't, so she did what she could. She pulled away from you and into her work. All of those lunches spent together stopped. The nights in the green house gone. Reading together on the weekends by the fire, gone.

And it left you empty. You had no idea what you did, but you must've done something.

So you decided to confront her, you hadn't gone much sleep since, so you were literally and figuratively tired of all of this shit.

Your knock on the door startled Cordelia, but your presence startled her even more. Both of you looked like wrecks.

"Oh, Y/n! Please, come in," Cordelia gestured and you did, closing the door behind you.

It was then that you finally broke down.

"What did I do Delia!?" You sobbed, falling to your knees. Yes it was dramatic and not even you expected it but you were holding your emotions for so long.

"Oh," Cordelia briskly moved over to you, concern painted on her face. She was watching you carefully, you looked so fragile. Just like she had felt at times.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, "What did I do?" Her hand tilted your head towards her, but you still couldn't look into her brown eyes, opting for the floor. If you did, you probably wouldn't be able to look away.

"Y/n look at me sweetie," the nicknames never failed to make your heart soar. It was your weakness, your eyes met and they were glued there.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing nothing!" She took a deep breath, "I saw a page from your journal."

You froze, terror crept up your spine.

"Oh my god. Um Cordelia I am so sorry, you, wow I- god I'm so creepy! It's perfectly fine if you want to not be my friend or fire me. I didn't do it to be weird, it was how I expressed myself. I was trying to hide it I promise, i dont even know what happened!?"

"I'm gonna kill Madison, faster than my mother did," Cordelia groaned.

"Wh-" your brain malfunctions. Is-Is Cordelia kissing you? Right now?

Indeed she was and just like you dreamed about, her lips were so soft and her kiss gentle.

Maybe Madison could be forgiven... but not without a harsh talk.

"In love, I swear," she repeated in a whisper against your lips.

[lagaans]

Hey Girlies <3

So I wrote (am writing?) some scenes from little nooreva university au that I concocted because...I'm in university lmao and I love to read these. Anyways context: Noora is the program director for the campus radio station/club and Eva is a second/third year who has never joined any clubs and finally decides to find a new interest and maybe some friends (other than her roommate). This is just a random short scene from the middle of this completely unwritten fic but I really liked it so it's below the cut bc now this is getting long :)

Noora radio: hi hi

Eva: hello

Noora radio: i found this cool playlist, thought it might fit the vibe of your show :)

i listened last week and it was really good! you’re definitely getting the hang of it

Eva: oh thank u so much i’ll check it out

and i’m glad u liked it tbh was not expecting anyone to listen since i didn’t advertise it at all 😅now i really have to make sure its good

Noora radio: don’t worry too much about who’s listening, plus it’s kind of cool if i’m your only listener then it’s just like we’re hanging out

Eva: Speaking of music & hanging out...are you free on thursday? I kind of want to check out this new place downtown that has live music but i don’t want to go by myself 😬

Noora: cutie that sounds fun let me just look at my calendar

completely free that day i’m all yours babe

Eva: nice! It’s a date then

Noora: hahaha

Eva: oh wait did i just make that sound like we’re going on a date?

I totally did make it sound like that didn’t I oh god

“Shit.”

Fuck. Epic fucking job she’s just done. She shouldn’t have said anything and now she’s said too much in her failed attempt at backpedaling. People say ‘it’s a date’ all the time and she shouldn’t have said anything because maybe Noora hadn’t taken it that way and now Eva looks supremely uncool. This is worse than having a naked exam day dream, worse than being called out in 10th year spanish class, she’s going to have to quit the radio club, avoid Noora on campus, drop out of school even.

Bzz. 1 New Message.

She’s going to be ill.

She clicks on the notification.

Noora: and what if I don’t mind how it sounds?

Eva let’s out a high-pitched scream as she throws her phone on the carpet floor of her bedroom before clapping her hand over her mouth in shock. She stands there motionless for 5 seconds before snapping out of it and yelling again. A half-hearted “You good?” drifts over from the other bedroom. Eva sprints over and slams open the door.

“Dude I think Noora just asked me out on a date?” — “Or I asked her on a date...it doesn’t matter either way I’m going apeshit just look at this.” Eva chucks her phone at Ana who finally looks from where she had been hanging upside down off her bed playing doodle jump.

“Oh word? Lemme see”, Ana picks up Eva’s phone off the bed, scrolling through the most recent messages, eyes getting progressively wider. Then she bursts out laughing.

“Dude this is awesome! I can’t believe you finally asked her out and it was by accident, oh my god.”

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, you cunt! I was just flipping out for like, ten whole minutes in my room.”

“Sorry,” Ana’s almost crying of laughter at this point, “This is just so classic I can’t even believe.”

She looks back down at the phone, “Wait. Eva you have to message her back, you haven’t answered her last message!” Eva groans.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I don’t even know!”

“Say something kind of flirting but like, confirming that it’s a date for real this time.” Ana launches the phone back over to her.

“Shit, ok, ok, so ….” she starts typing and muttering, “‘don’t mind’?....sad emoji…..you..really...know...the...way...to a girl’s...heart...how does that sound?”

Ana looks up again from her own phone, “flirty, provocative…” she pauses, “I like it, full send.”

“Ok, fuck fuck fuck, ok I sent it.”

“Yes bitch!”

Eva: “don’t mind” 😔 you really know the way to a girl’s heart

Noora: Hahaha ok I retract my statement, eva i would very much like it to be a date on friday

Eva: well i’m powerless to deny that so i guess it’s a date for real this time

Meet at 17:30 by the art building?

Noora: i’ll see u there :)

[lonedailydoodle]

Daily Doodle 137 – August 31, 2018

Is it bad we love DiGiorno in particular now?

I mean, it has veggies! .. I’m a broke foodie, what is this?

 Today I still woke up cold, there hadn’t been sunlight and my fan wasn’t making things better.. I was comfortable though, way better than being hot. I got up but didn’t have to doodle cuz that was already done for once!

Anyways, I had some cereal and then cleaned my room’s floor for a while. After that was done, I got ready to go to Pixie’s school and left. Once there, I parked and relaxed to wait for him. He later got in with some friends and I drove them to the transit wagon station, then heading to Pixie’s house

We didn’t spend much time at Pixie’s, we did put a Miata bumper and a spare wheel in my car, then we left to his dad’s house to start the day. While driving there we were both feeling dizzy cuz we were starving. Pixie was extra dizzy and needed fresh air, but we safely made it. Pixie got to see Wilson (His Miata) again and I waited for his dad and him to be ready

Once ready, we all headed out to his dad’s workshop. I saw the Miata bounce around like crazy while making their way there, but we made it. Pixie’s dad could now spend the months working on the car.  We dropped off the bumper and spare wheel, Pixie and I then got in my car again and we left to our city

We originally planned on getting pizza at Chuck E. Cheese, but they would take too long, so we stopped at a Wendy’s and got Pixie some quicker food. After so, we left to do this chore mom asked me to do at a bank, then get myself some DELICIOUS chicken noodle soup from Subway

We then made it home where we spent a couple of hours just getting frustrated with Spyro and hanging out together in his room

A while after this, we left to a supermarket to get some ice cream, then another supermarket to get this DiGiorno supreme pizza for baking. I guess this could be an okay replacement for the pizza we wanted to get earlier.. And oh man, was it a replacement! After baking it (And me saying a bunch of dumb stuff regarding baking pizza) it was done and we tasted it.. It was so so so good! We LOVED it!! Totally didn’t taste like other frozen pizzas at all!

Anyways, after eating, we played a bit more Spyro, enduring some more frustration and constantly switching between Pixie playing and me playing cuz of his annoyingly hard it was.. Most of the time it being our fault for not using the game’s Slow Mo ability.. The game doesn’t tell us!!

After it was getting dark, we left outside to take some pretty night sky pictures and then left to refuel real quick for tomorrow.. Hopefully it lasts something.. Anyways, we then made it home where I watched Pixie play some Rayman 3 but I was tired.. My eyes were droopy, and Pixie stopped so I could go. We then spent some time being silly outside and saying goodbye

I made it home safe and settled down on my PC. I then paid my phone and put Sims 4 on an USB drive for Pixie, but he later went to sleep, so I wrote this doodle. I was tired but needed to draw it tonight, I have to..

I did so and it looked a bit different to how I normally draw, but I guess me being tired is to blame, not sure.. Either way, it was done and I could sleep!

[mental-itch]

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I hav sharp theeths and I don't hav an ayg. I hayt skool and I HAYT MATH SOOOO MUCH DONT TALK ABOWT IT WITH ME EVR.  I get upset eesy two soooo um hi Note from the others: also don't ever say anything about sex around them they are sex repulsed to an extreme, they couldn't even mention it it's so bad Room 🏠: I am an actual sentient room named Room. Many may consider me a strict caregiver/protector. I feel myself to be responsible when it comes to working because I am a business man. Yes, I am a man and use he pronouns. I am pansexual and panromantic. I try my best to be courteous, generous, and polite; if you ever need an ear to listen, I am here. I enjoy writing essays, reading, wearing suits and ties, spending time with my partners, cleaning, listening to and making puns, parenting, and the simple things in life, such as eating cookies. I project a human version of myself to better fit the body and convey myself more clearly to the others, but I am truly a room. I have several relationships and a few children (adopted and from giving birth myself; all are equal in my fatherly love). I have a facet system of my own that I try not to talk about it or split apart onto it. Logic is a kind sir, kindle his fire. Hugo 🔪: We decided to write this for him because we don't want to get hurt. But we are going to write what he says word for word."Hugo is the name, pain is the game. Cheesy I'm sure it sounds, but look how it rolls off of the tongue like a switchblade. Ahaha, formally, I am known as Hugo, Demon of Pain. But humble as I am, a simple 'Hugo' will often suffice. My story is a long one, for I was not always a demon, I was turned into one a long time ago... At one time I was a human, I had a spouse and two children. I worked in a graphic design business. Long had I suffered from schizophrenia as a child, but as I got older it seemed to be less of a deal, small things, small psychotic breakdowns. Easy. I had medication that helped, too. But then, it turned on me, my mind, the things. These horrid figures with eyes, They touched me and spoke to me. They threatened to take away my family unless I did what they said. First, it was simple things like harming myself. At one point I had cut open my cheeks, wrapped it in a scarf and headed to work. I was told to stab my boss, and I did, in his leg. He didn't press charges since he knew me well. I was sent to a mental hospital, however. Horrible. Horrible. Eventually I was let out, with a different medication. My spouse and children were scared of me. I couldn't tuck them in at night. I misplaced the medicine. I was so far gone, they convinced me to do it myself. I murdered my family. As I stood in the bathroom of the empty house (in which I had set fire to), I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling the heat of the flames. I tried to kill myself, cutting my neck open, but I didn't die. Demons don't die. Thus I was sent back in time to live through the history of my dimension and never to be the same again. I was reborn, and I take supreme joy in the fear and suffering of others. I would be happy to share my many stories from that time, if you ask nicely. I have now ended up here in this human's mind. Disgusting. I'll ruin them. It shall be fun. Entertaining, even." So um yeah that's Hugo. They are genderfluid between a man a woman and Agender. They consider themself divine. They love to entertain people, they are like a scary clown. DO NOT ANTAGONIZE THEM. PERIOD. This is for your own safety and ours (mostly ours). M1nu5 (Minus) ➖: M1nu5 types in numbers and has difficulty typing so we will write his for him too. M1nu5 is an unfinished android who, in human terms, would be considered autistic. He loves math, trains, Pikachu, machines, metal, and lemon and mint flavored things. He goes mute a lot. He has a fear of loud noises, water, spiders and salty and sweet things (unless it's lemon or mint). He is very socially awkward. His creator was abusive to him and threatened to take him apart, so M1nu5 killed him (he's not very violent though really unless Hugo makes him do something). He can't feel pain and has a close relationship with Hugo. He lives in the Room's basement and tinkers with machines and stuff. Wybe X 🐾: so um this headmate is blind and so was will type their's too. So we just call them Wybe and they talk to us through speech bubbles. They are an upright standing alien dog from another world (they look like a furry lol) and their eyes were gouged out. When they front they lick people haha. They can take off their head because in their culture they could do that as a greeting, kind of like tipping your hat I guess. ~Doodle~ 🎨 and (Echo) 🎶: ~Hi my name is Doodle I'm 12 years old and I'm the god of art!!! Ps dicks:P~ (ugh I'm Echo and I am the God of Music and Literature.) ~I mean technically I'm hundred of years old but I promise I'm 12~ (...he's twelve) So those two are counterparts if you can't tell. Doodle is severely ADHD and very impulsive and loud and offensive and loves memes and bothering people, but he just wants attention. These two inhabit the minds of great artists, always together, because the one time they spilt up, Echo came back afterwards so depressed he died, but he came back as a ghost. So yes, Echo is dead, a ghost god. He's still very depressed and grumpy and mean. Doodle was raped a lot and is hypersexual. So these two fight a lot and stuff, but they have their good moments. Echo is a trans boy and Doodle is genderfluid between a boy and a girl. Mallow 😇: A small sweet blob of white, the true infant child cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. They talk funny. They try their best to help us when they aren't dissociating far away from us. They are actually the bastard child of the angels (where they are from angels were not allowed to be born, only made). Their parents were killed and they were stripped of their wings and halo. They still have an obsession with angels. Even with this past, they are still very innocent and sweet. Oddly enough, Aster can not see or hear them. They love animals very very much and claim they are all their friends. Say hello Mallow!: "The very much hello to the people in the phone!! Nice to do the meeting!!" Rags ✌: Rags is mostly a rag doll being who sits in the headspace. They were created to stop a war in another dimension, and freaked out when they got here. They rarely ever have consciousness, but are generally very soft and nice when they are (unless they are having flashbacks and then they're just scared). We don't know too much about them. They are a demigirl and use she/they pronouns Doomsday 🌋: this little kid is the child of Hugo and Room, very cute, but they have strange breakdowns. They are a funny toddler, being part demon and part room. They like to bite things (including people) and know only a few words. They like to draw and they like circles and the colors yellow and blue. They like to be called a crocodile and like crocodiles. They worship this being called 'W' that looks like a 'w' and we aren't sure why but I think it helps keep the bad things away or something. They spend a lot of time with their parents. They won't really be fronting because they can't type let alone spell, but you might hear about them!

[marauder-girl]

The last: 1. drink: lemonade 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: August 4. song you listened to: Satisfied (Hamilton) 5. time you cried: Saturday? 6.Have you ever dated someone twice: Define dating? If FWB counts than yes. If not then no.  7. kissed someone and regretted it: yes 8. been cheated on: yES  9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes (going on 7 years in a row) 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: once 12. 3 favorite colors: yellow, blue, green

In the last year have you: 13: made new friends: yes 14: fallen out of love: yes 15. laughed until you cried: yes 16. found out someone was talking about you: yes 17. met someone who changed you: yes 18: found out who your friends are: yes 19: kissed someone on your Facebook list: yes

General: 20. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them I’v met once 21. do you have any pets: yes 3 cats (mine is the best her name is Pumpkin) 22. do you want to change your name: kind of?  23. what did you do for your last birthday: watched my sister graduate from college and took pictures 24. what time did you wake up: 6:32 (and then 8:45)  25. what were you doing at midnight last night: doing @buzzfeed quizzes 26. name something you can’t wait for: classes tomorrow 27. what are you listening to right now: my roommate talking 28. have you ever talked to a person named tom: nope 29. Something that’s annoying you: my college stopped serving Coke products i’m livid 30. most visited website: tumblr/pinterest/AO3 31. hair colour: blonde 32. long or short hair: i just chopped it off so short 33. piercings: yes ears 34. blood type: o negative 35. nicknames: 'Brina, Joy, Gred,  36. relationship status: single lololol 37. zodiac: taurus/gemini (born on a cusp) 38. pronouns: she/her 39. favourite tv show: Criminal Minds but before Morgan left, or Blue Bloods, or Parks and Rec or Doctor Who but not the 12th Doctor 40. tattoos: no but i want so many and I’m getting one soon? 41. right or left handed: right 42. surgery: YES -- ears (tubes x4), tonsils, knee surgery, biopsies  43. piercing: already answered 44. sport: basketball I guess? ice skating is cool though 45. vacation: take me somewhere cool (California is my place) 46. pair of trainers: i bought captain america sneakers?

More general: 47. eating: an apple  48. drinking: water 49. i’m about to: apply for some jobs 50. waiting for: bedtime 51. want: a SO 52. get married: sure 53. career: human rights lawyer to PRESIDENT of the US to Supreme Court Justice

Which is better: 54. hugs or kisses: hugs 55. lips or eyes: eyes 56. shorter or taller: taller 57. older or younger: older 58. nice arms or nice stomach: arms?  59. hook up or relationship: relationship 60. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

Have you ever: 61. kissed a stranger: yes 62. Drank hard liquor: yes 63. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 64. turned someone down: yes 65. sex on the first date: nope not yet 66. broken someone’s heart: yes 67. had your heart broken: yes 68. been arrested: ...yes... 69. Cried when someone died: yes 70. fallen for a friend: yes it ended badly

Do you believe in: 71. yourself: hahahah no.  72. miracles: sometimes 73. love at first sight: yes 74. santa claus: *insert Phoebe gif* 75. kiss on the first date: yes 76. angels: no

Other: 77. current best friend’s name: August...? or Brittany 78. eye colour: blue 79. favourite movie: the Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, 

I’m tagging: @harrymerwholock @casper-doodle 

[lonedailydoodle]

Daily Doodle 140 – September 3, 2018

I got Pixie into The Sims, and it’s true that the game is really addicting

But holy heck does the frustration not stop!

 Today I got up and stayed on my phone for a bit browsing art, later getting up to get on my PC. I caught up real quick on storms happening just to reassure myself nothing was heading towards here yet

I then got ready to head to Pixie’s, making my way down without problems and then spending an hour just hanging out in the room. He started playing Spyro Dawn of the Dragon and I finally got to see the game in person too! I love Spyro’s big wings aaa!

An hour later, we left to a Subway to get sandwiches for both. Pixie also told me to get him a sub with everything, so they filled it with veggies and it’s a type of sandwich I always wanted to try. We then left home but had to drive by Pixie’s house multiple times as there was some “witnesses” outside and we tend to avoid them all the time. After driving by a few times, they moved on and we quickly parked to go inside and eat

I ate my sandwich and tasted Pixie’s, it was delicious but if I were to get it for myself, I’ll skip on the pickle and jalapeños but also get extra meat! It was pretty interesting, I gotta say

Anyways, we spent the rest of the noon with games. Now watching Pixie play Sims 4 since I gave it to him and he really liked the game! He made a sim based of one of his sonas and I made one based of my sona. He played for a while and I watched him the whole time until we left to get some groceries real quick

At the supermarket, we got another frozen pizza from DiGiorno but this time just being cheese cuz they didn’t have any supreme pizza. We got a few more things and headed home where Pixie played some more Sims 4.. That game is addicting for sure!

A while later, we made the pizza but didn’t really like it.. at least compared to the supreme one. This cheese pizza WAS a bit of an improvement over microwave one, but still not enough to justify the price..

Anyways, we were back at the room where we switched back to Spyro, Pixie getting VERY frustrated now with some extremely hard enemies as well as weird controls. Guess these games are naturally hard that way.. I did help guide Pixie though!

Some hours later, we cuddled for a while, having a tickle fight and almost hurting ourselves multiple times, aaa

We then got back to Sims 4 as it’s just so addicting, even just the base game. Pixie played all the way until late at night, I watched and it was so entertaining. I helped Pixie with a bunch of stuff but he was getting the hang of it!

It was now late and he quit the game, so we went out and kissed goodbye. I then left home and made it safely. I did had a tiny incident at home where I tried using my car’s e-brake instead of my front brakes cuz they’re noisy and I don’t like them squeaking all over the place at night.. But then I accidentally honked the horn while turning the wheel.. It’s always something.. Luckily nobody looked out to check, guess everyone was sleeping

Anyways, I then settled down at my PC and quickly got to writing the whole doodle. Then chatting with Pixie until he went to bed as per usual