#plsplsplspls its so cool

[kirrafoster]

calling the desert a "barren wasteland" or "devoid of life" does suuuuch a disservice to the rich ecosystems that exist in the desert

[the-s1lly-corner]

Every now and then I remember that Palontras had seen horrors because of that one line he says to Fran when shes in his water. "I just cant see it happen again," or however the quote went.. it's been a while since I've played the game so bare with me. LIKE

You're telling me THIS guy has seen horrors, the same dude who canonically smells like.. was is cotton candy or bubble gum? Again it's been a while

LIKE WHAT

Then theres KMGs Twitter confirming that Palontras dark feathered form wasnt just some secondary harmless form like some old fans thought (myself included), its confirmed that the Kamalas were trying to corrupt and convert him into darkness- bro could have gotten his shit seriously rocked

But also.. that means Kamalas are capable of corrupting pure creatures- does that mean hypothetically they could convert a young valoka that hasnt received their shield yet? Or is it impossible no matter how weak or young, since unlike Palontras, Valokas are made purely of light

Getting grossly off topic from the original idea of this post but there are sub species of Kamalas so like.. are there sub species of Valokas? When a Kamala that isnt the standard is purified, do they become a standard Valoka or do they retain some traits? Ex. Theres a species of Kamala that represents a rabbit, should one be turned into a Valoka would they keep the bunny motif? Kamalas are born from darkness, are there any conditions that need to be at play in order for them to turn out a certain way or is it all up to chance?

Flops down

I'm obsessed with the Fran Bow universe theres just. So much cool stuff going on that Fran Bow as a game hardly scratches the surface of

Edit I'mma tag this because I wish to possibly hear other FB fans takes on stuff plsplsplspls

[lucajayms]

i sincerely apologize for the rant

pre bullets gerard plsplsplspls!!!! they have an office crush at cartoon network then she moves away without telling anyone and they replace her (CUBICLES BEST SONG EVER) so then he just keeps wondering what may have happened, until mcr are playing like in another city during revenge era then mikey sees her in the crowd before a show and he goes to gerard right before going onstage and its like hey gerard remember that girl you talked about 24/7 in 2001, shes here tonight. and gee just freaks out while trying to play down the whole performance becase hes scared she wont like the whole fake blood/gay/screaming thing. then they finish the performance and he goes to find her and shes like all happy bc she knew he was gonna do much better things than to work at a shitty office. and shes a big comic book artist and does really weid like blood and vampire stuff so shes so happy that gerard also does weird blood vampire stuff. and then theyre happy and then the umbrella academy happens and yea

yea youre free to ignore this, i just have too much free time to imagine shit like this 👍

HELP I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH!

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CUBICLES

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gerard way x reader she/her used use of y/n

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masterlist

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warnings: swearing!

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"Maybe you could draw her more like this to bring out the background more so she's not just stiff," I instructed him. Gerard is a very talented artist, he just has a little bit of trouble deciding what to put where.

"But I feel like if she was a little different, due to her design, she'd go flat," Gerard argues, putting his pencil where he was describing.

I sigh as I place my hand delicately to my chin, trying to see what he's talking about. The deadline is soon and he's not done pitching these characters. "Honestly, Gerard? Whatever feels right. You'll get her."

"You sure?" He asks, seeking confirmation in my words.

I smile, nodding my head, "Yeah. Deadline is tomorrow, just do whatever feels right!" I say before I'm off to my cubicle to continue my project.

I knew he was looking at me. For weeks now, it had become a pattern—one I could almost draw if I could figure out how to capture that lingering gaze in ink. He thought he was subtle, keeping his distance and asking me barely relevant questions about some “project” or “character design” he’d been working on. Gerard was charming, though; there was no denying that. Quiet, a little too good at staring at his desk, and adorably oblivious to how easy it was to read him.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” I looked up from my sketchbook, where I’d been mindlessly drawing a graveyard scene—something I had an odd fascination with lately. Gerard was standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, wearing that awkward half-smile that looked better on him than it should.

“Gerard,” I said, glancing up with a smirk. “To what do I owe the honor?”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I…uh…just wanted to see what you were working on.”

I flipped my sketchbook shut, even though I knew he was dying to see what I’d been drawing. “Just some stuff. You’d probably think it’s too creepy.”

“Try me.”

Maybe it was because I wanted to test him, see how he’d react to what was under the surface, but I opened the book back up and turned it to face him. His eyes widened as he took in the vampires, blood, and dark cemeteries I’d sprawled across the pages.

“You…actually drew all of this?”

I shrugged, trying to keep my cool. “It’s not much. Just whatever’s in my head.”

He laughed, this soft, surprised sound. “Whatever’s in your head is amazing.” He paused, his eyes lingering a second too long.

I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “Well maybe not everything, Way.” I tossed my pen onto my desk, feigning nonchalance. “Can’t have too many weirdos like me around. Bad for the office’s reputation.”

And that's why I left.

Maybe I should’ve told him I was leaving. I hated the idea of going without a goodbye, but part of me figured I’d see him again. He’d get over it. Life had a way of carrying people in different directions, and honestly? I couldn’t stand the thought of another month behind that desk. I needed to be somewhere I could let these ideas out, somewhere that didn’t expect me to keep my weirdness behind a closed sketchbook.

The day I left, I watched the office fade from my rearview mirror, fingers tapping the steering wheel as a familiar guilt crept in. I didn’t leave him my number or my address or even a hint of where I’d gone. Some part of me hoped he’d figure it out. But after that, there was just silence.

Gerard

She left without a word. Just…gone. I tried to keep going like I didn’t notice, told myself it wasn’t a big deal. But the absence gnawed at me, creeping into every sketch and unfinished character. (Y/N) was gone, and I had no clue where she’d gone or why. I stopped asking questions after a while, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The thought became like an echo in my mind, constant and inescapable, pushing me to drown it out with anything I could find.

And I did.

One show after another, one drink, one line, whatever I could find to keep the silence at bay. The stage helped a little—at least there, I had the lights in my eyes and the noise blocking out the mess in my head. I’d stand in front of the crowd, hands dripping with fake blood, trying to exorcise whatever pieces of myself felt missing. But then the high would fade, and I’d be left in a dark room, trying to ignore the question that refused to die.

Where did she go?

I kept the band going, kept pretending it didn’t matter, kept letting the weight build. It wasn’t like I had any choice. The shows were packed, and the screams of the crowd felt like both a relief and a punishment. They had no idea. No idea that some days, it felt like I’d never get off this damn ride, that maybe I’d crash and burn right here. But something shifted in 2004. I couldn’t explain it—maybe it was seeing my friends’ faces or feeling the burn of another empty night. But I knew that if I kept going like this, I’d lose everything. I’d lose myself.

I finally made the decision to clean up, and in August 2004, I was clean. Free. My body hated me for it, and my brain wasn’t much friendlier, but I had to get clean. I couldn’t keep living on the edge of destruction. Every day after that, it felt like I was shedding pieces of the person I’d become just to survive. By the time I left, I was…well, I was alive. And that had to be enough.

It had been nearly a year since I’d gotten clean, and for the first time, it felt like I could really breathe on stage again. I could look out at the faces in the crowd and see them. Really see them, not just the blur of movement and lights I’d been numbing myself to. This was what I’d always wanted. This was where I wanted to be.

"MANHATTAN!" I scream into the mic and the crowd before more goes wild. "We are going to FUCK SOME SHIT UP TONIGH!"

And as I say that, Mikey plays the beginning of Give Em' Hell Kid. The set goes without hiccups, the crowd is perfect, and the most I've seen in a few weeks. Right as we leave the stage before the encore, Frank grabs me by my collar.

"Holy shit, Gee," He starts, and concern bubbles in my stomach. Did I do something wrong?

"What? What is it?"

He shakes his head vigorously, "I don't know if I'm tripping, but I swear to God I saw the girl you keep drawing in the crowd."

Fuck.

"What?!" I exclaim.

"Thirty seconds to encore!" One of the stagehands yells.

"Frank, where did you see her?" I ask, frantic. There's no possible way she could be here tonight. Why would she be here tonight.

"Our left, by the barricade. I think?" He explains, looking up to recount exactly where he saw her. My heart thuds against my ribcage as Frank’s words sink in, and I feel my throat tighten. (Y/N)? Here? After all these years?

"Ten seconds!" the stagehand yells, clapping his hands. Mikey shoots me a quick look, and Frank gives me a small, reassuring nod. There’s no time to think or even process—I’m barely holding onto the last traces of composure as we rush back on stage. I grab the mic, trying to get my focus back on the crowd, but every nerve in me is lit up, wondering if (Y/N) is really here tonight.

“MANHATTAN!” I shout again, forcing energy into my voice, hoping it’s enough to cover the wild surge of emotions that’s slamming through me. “YOU READY FOR ONE LAST ROUND?”

The crowd screams, and the band jumps into Helena, the encore I should be ready to pour my soul into. But all I can think about is her—her face, the way she used to sketch, her laugh. The lights are blinding, and I try to keep my focus on the crowd, but my eyes keep searching, desperate to find a glimpse of her. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but by the end of the song, I swear I see her—a flash of her hair, bright eyes, her face half-turned away in the crush of people, but unmistakably her.

The song ends, and we give a final shout before exiting the stage. As soon as we’re out of sight of the crowd, I turn to Frank, breathless.

“You’re absolutely sure it was her?” I ask, gripping his shoulder.

“Fuck, I don't know how accurate your drawings are,” he says, his voice serious. “Bit it was her, Gee. I’m sure of it.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe, running a hand through my hair as the adrenaline surges through me again. "Where do I even start looking?"

Frank raises an eyebrow. “I’d start by getting your ass back out there before she disappears again. You just finished the show. You’ve got maybe five minutes before the crowd starts spilling out.”

I don’t waste another second. I dart down the steps, half-running, half-pushing past crew members as I head toward the audience exit. It feels like the longest, most insane few minutes of my life, weaving through the backstage area until finally, I’m in the thick of the crowd, scanning every face I can. And then—I see her.

She’s lingering by the side of the barricade, glancing around, half-smiling to herself like she might leave at any moment. She’s a little older, a little different, but I’d know her anywhere. I take a deep breath, feeling my hands start to shake, and then I call out, loud enough to cut through the noise.

“(Y/N)!”

She turns, her eyes finding mine, and for a moment, it’s like everything around us goes still. Her face lights up, and I swear I feel that same electricity that ran between us in the office all those years ago.

"Oh my god, you guys did so good!" She laughed, too, shaking her head. “Gee, look at you! Rockstar Gerard. I always knew you’d end up doing something wild, but I never expected…” She gestured at my blood-stained shirt and smeared makeup. “This.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, heat creeping up my face. “Yeah, well, it’s, uh, a little different from Cartoon Network, that’s for sure. But I never thought I’d see you at a show.”

“Oh, please,” she grinned, giving me a playful nudge. “I knew you’d be doing something big. You were always too talented to be stuck behind a desk, remember?”

I laughed, surprised by the surge of relief that came with her words. “Guess it’s been a while since anyone told me that.”

She softened, and something flickered across her face. “I'm sorry I disappeared. I had to move, and things got in the way, and…” Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged, a little awkwardly. “I never thought we’d run into each other again.”

“Same here,” I admitted, looking down. “But I’m glad we did. Even if it’s, uh…” I glanced at my blood-streaked hands, shaking my head. “Like this.”

She laughed, a bright, genuine sound, and I felt my nerves ease a little. “Honestly, I kind of love it. I’m doing comics, Gee. Lots of, you know…gory, bloody, vampire stuff. Seems like we’re both into weird stuff now.”

“Every time I go into a comicbook store, I look for your name.” I say, feeling a familiar spark of admiration light up in my chest.

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, but her smile told me she was proud. “I kept drawing, kept pushing for it, and here we are. I got some stuff out that's been somewhat successful, but you—you’re the one really living the dream.”

It felt surreal, standing there with her, years and miles from where we’d left off. She was still (Y/N)—the girl who got me, who somehow saw through everything. But she was different, too. Confident, sharp, like she’d grown in ways I never got to see. And she was right here.

We fell into silence, the crowd thinning around us. Finally, I took a deep breath. “You know, after you left…I wasn’t great, to be honest.”

Her brow furrowed, and she gave me a sympathetic look. “I figured,” she said quietly. “It was a pretty messed-up time for both of us.”

I nodded, knowing she got it. “Yeah, I got pretty lost for a while. It took me…a lot to get back on track, but I’m good now. Clean, you know? And I’m just trying to keep my head on straight, one show at a time.”

She smiled, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. “Good,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “That’s what you deserve, Gerard. You don’t need anything dragging you down.”

I felt something click into place then—a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in years. “Thanks, (Y/N). Really.”

She grinned, glancing around like she was taking in the whole scene again. “Hey, I think we’re due for a major coffee catch-up. I want to hear everything.”

I chuckled, feeling that old sense of ease wash over me. “Deal,” I said, grinning back. “But only if you show me your sketchbooks. I wanna see all the vampire blood and gore.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “You got it. Only fair, since I’ve got a feeling you’ve been drawing me for years anyway.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and together, we walked out into the night, talking like no time had passed at all. And this time, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

(Y/N)

What a fucking life. Leaving Gerard like that in 2001 did something to me, you know? Fucked me up. I felt really fucking bad.

But it's okay. We're good. And by good? I mean my boyfriend is the fucking lead singer of My Chemical Romance. Like, who gets to say that?!

After their final tour ended, Gerard was bugging me more and more about his comic that he was writing and that he desperately wanted me to illustrate for it. Apparently, he had been working on it for around three years, and he wasn't getting anywhere by himself.

"I don't know, baby. I got deadlines," I always say, but God, who could say know to that pretty face of his.

And so I finally agreed to illustrate The Umbrella Academy.

And boy, did that change my life.

[shinydrawzsys]

Intro post!!! :3

-☆- Hello there! We are the Shiny Drawz System!-☆-

|~Basic info about us!!~|

|-✦- Collective name(s): Boba, Evie, Or our sys name!

|-✦- Collective Prns: They/Them

|-✦- Origin: Quoigenic

|-✦- Bodily age: Minor. All we're saying about that.

|-✦- Timezone: CDT

|-✦- Sys tag: ✨🎨

|-✦- Headmate count: Unknown

|-✦- Birthday: July 22nd!

|-✦- Also, We do have fictives.

|~DNI~|

~Overall rude to everything people

~Basic other DNI stuff

|~!Intrests/Hyperfixations!~|

:✿: Minecraft

:✿: Favremysabre

:✿: Steve stories (Or whatever its called, Idk)

:✿: Ruined Reality.

:✿: Legends of the Balancers.

:✿: Gacha

:✿: Roblox

:✿: Sims 4

:✿: (Kinda) Hermitcraft(?)

|~What we'll probably do here~|

•'♪'• Post stuff about us

•'♪'• Post stuff about our interests

•'♪'• Reblog stuff

•'♪'• Answer asks!

•'♪'•Art :D

|~Extra/Notes~|

-We might make side-blogs for some of us!! Not guaranteed though (Edit on 8/11/24 we now have a side blog: @justsome-sillies-thatshareabody ) (Oh and a side blog with J :3 @two-silly-friends)

-We may not be that active, But we'll try! Posting stuff kinda makes us anxious, But we'll try!!

-Friend. @marble-mp4 , they are so silly :3

-We follow practically everyone we find cool :>

-Also Yt :3

-And plsplsplspls intreact unless you're apart of the DNI list.. :D

-#✨🎨SD Sys , Is gonna just be a tag we use :D

-#Friend <3 /p , for uh silly stuff with marbles :3

-getting notifications about activity, Just makes us so happy. (like asks, Likes, reblogs, Idk etc-)

-Oh and sometimes we scroll through people's blogs and mass like them, Like J for example! Whenever i see any of their posts or reblogs, i like :3

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Userbox section: (Will get updated a lot-) (Also sorry if i used these without credit, I have been mostly updating these at like around midnight-)

[verm1c1de]

ramble about one of ur aus?

raaagh sadly i dont really have that many let alone fleshed out ones but i will try,,,,

actually i lied i tried to think of some and all i could come up with was my stupid assassin au and yes it is homosexuals all the way down

but furst i gotta explain some background

dib: in the resisty

resisty: cool

empire: fallen

zim: ?????

so now that thats been established we can continue. so now that the empire has fallen the fuck to pieces we still have the tallest left alive. this is a bad spot fur them and theyre fureaking the fuck out and theyre purrobably about to die beclaws thats what mew do with regimes. yaaaay regicide!!!

the only reason they dont is beclaws dipstick goes "hey actually can i keep them. i prommy to feed them and take them on walks and stop them furom killing people plsplsplspls"

and the resisty is like "ugh fine theyre pawerless now anyways. but they have to get pak surgeried to remove all their deadly weapons" and dibs like "yessss"

so now we have the tallest stuck with this idiot in this tiny flying garbage bin that dib calls a "ship." theres literally one bedroom. its crammed. about the size of an apartment at best and it Feels like it. its Hell.

theyve got no pawer, no weapons, tracking chips, efurryone is legally allowed to kill them, theyre stuck with this MANIAC who keeps trying to STUDY THEM and they HATE HIM and HE HATES THEM, he wont even let them TOUCH the ship controls, and WORST OF ALL they dont have constant fancy snacks on hand since theyre on a budget!!!!! life is hell!!!!!!!!!!

but after many many stabbings and fistfights on the floor and biting at eachofur they Eventually get adjusted to eachofur. and they kinda need a better job than whatefur dibs doing to support three people

in comes assassinating. the tallest are still elites and havent furgotten any of their training, and dib at this point is not too shabby himself. its way better than backwater "bounty hunting." this is killing fur Rich People!! and purrobably killing ofur rich people,,,,

the tallest get Some pak weapons back ((mainly the pak legs. very mewseful things)) and get to dress as fancy shmancy as they want ((they steal. they steal furom the rich ppl they kill)) and only try to stab dib a liiiittle biitttttt <33 ok maybe a lot bit but its FINEEEE efurry time they try they get shock collared. so. its even

[seokmatthewz]

u ever think abt sicko mode jongho....

[ablogtoolatetotheparty]

So I’m 22 now and for the longest while one thing that’s constantly made its way to my mind was the question “What if I started a channel on YouTube?”, and over time one thing I’ve noticed is that my reasons to create one change, apart from that reason that I want fame to my name too, and I hate that I want it too like- “ooh sir, please save some for me, I have to have some of that famous juice pleeease plsplsplspls” -like FUCK, it’s embarrassing at least.

Some of those ideas were well expressed as a small-time project for my friends involved in theatre because I’m sure we’d be able to make some quality stuff together, but like I mentioned at the beginning- I’m 22, and I’m sure we won’t get any younger. Although, I’m trying to get them to come in for a discussion regarding this so we can find relief in the fact that we talked a bit about it.

But yeah, back to the topic, I’ve always wondered about it and now I really have to ask- what if I started a channel on YouTube? I mean, fuck if I know, I really don’t know what it would be like and how I would make it, but I’m always up for the idea. It’s obvious from my perspective that doing things like reaction videos, or Q&A’s don’t make sense if you’re starting off, aside from the fact that I don’t want to? I’d probably make skits and shit, as short as TikToks for sure I mean fuck I can’t do shit for waaaaay longer than that. Probably post some cute videos of my cats too, that’s cool by me.

Thinking about all this, kinda made me imagine myself in a position where I WAS a creator, and honestly it makes me feel the stress I feel when I worked retail on a festival weekend, and that’s in my imagination. I really find it amazing how people find time, creativity, effort and basically the fucking energy to put in the effort for these videos, and this isn’t about 2020 so don’t @ me with the it’s quarantine time what else would you do bs because this stretches back to people who make consistent, enjoyable content since they started, maybe not even consistent let’s say enjoyable cuz there are some who killed the YT game and switched to another field and are killing it there. For one, it’s great how the people you started watching YouTube for are maybe still making content on it and some have a much wider horizon, and I say some because it’s like one person did it and the rest just followed them out, and they didn’t get really far with that. But again, I can only imagine the shit they’ve to face just to put out their own idea let alone with a managing entity involved.

You can say that it’s different for different people, that it’s variable, maybe you get better exposure at one place and not the others, sure but the good/best videos we’ve seen, the ones that catch everyone’s attention for a catch or punchline that’s worth paying attention for however silly or useless it is, the effort it takes to make those is admirable in any case tbh. I have friends who put up compilation videos, dancing videos and the common categories of ideas for videos basically, and having them show me what they do for the production of these videos to make them as close to perfect as they can makes it hard not appreciate the work put in, maybe not the idea but hell the work is hectic.

I am lazy, maybe that’s why the basic work you’re supposed to put in seems astonishing to me, or maybe it’s hard because the idea isn’t one you believe in, and that’s why I want to know what it’s like and I’m pretty sure at some point this year we’d make a video and put it up, seems inevitable because everyone’s excited to make one, drunk or sober. Given that, I’m sure I’ll be happy to contribute because of the idea being the one I signed up for out of my excitement for it and not for another person’s pleasure. If that was the case, I’d probably sit it out after a few hours.

I write all this to basically show respect to all/everyone who took that first step to making a video and keep making videos cuz I’m sure it’s something that takes a lot of your time and it’s great watching content from my favourite creators knowing the amount of work they put in with the responsibility to balance it out. I hope the stress and work is finally worth it.

#youtube #creators