#thanks punky!

[freakontour]

12 and 30 :)

12. What was your last dream about?

Coincidentally, sns. Because this new project (I say new, @lilypheria and I have been working on this for two and a half months now) has been consuming me, even in my dreams. Love Lessons is…very addicting.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

One. Well, I also have two smaller ones on the side but they’re decoration.

[candyheartedchy]

Hello I follow ur blog and is really cute and a blessing to my eyes 💖💖

Also I see that you love SpongeBob so much and so do I!!! I did made a SpongeBob Sona when I was 14, it's from 2019 so it's means that my art style from 2019 is horrible XP

Also I do wonder that what does emo coral looks like, you know that emo SpongeBob meme cuz it's my favorite SpongeBob meme cuz I'm emo lmao XP

(also I'm nervous cuz I don't usually ask someone, hope I'm not bothering you ><")

You’re not bothering me at all, so don’t feel nervous!! And it’s nice to meet another SB enjoyer!

As for an emo Coraline, she ironically enough did have a phase (like me irl lol) when she was a teen, so here’s her wearing something based on an actual outfit I wore during those younger years!

[freakontour]

Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @punk-pandame!

Are you named after anyone ?

Not as far as I'm aware. My online name is just a 16-year-olds brain fart that stayed.

What sports have you played ?

Sports and I have never been friends, honestly. So no.

Do you use sarcasm ?

No I'd never 🙄 What even is sarcasm...?

What is the first thing you notice about people ?

Their eyes. And their body language in general.

What’s your eye color ?

Depends on the day and lighting situation. Green/brown mostly.

Scary movies or happy endings ?

Depends on who I'm with. Usually happy endings.

Any talent ?

Being safe? Is that a talent? I'm a good listener and people like to talk to me. Also maybe possibly writing. I've been told so even though that's more of a skill, me thinks.

What are your hobbies ?

Writing, reading and playing games mostly. I also knit a bit but finishing anything takes me forever.

Do you have any pets ?

Nope, not at the moment. I'm living vicariously through others on that one <3

How tall are you ?

Uhm. 156cm. Something like 5.1?

Dream job ?

I do not dream of labour - same here. If I could write all day and get money for it, that'd be my thing. Or maybe editing works. But well. I'm currently without a job, trying to find something that doesn't fry my brain.

Not tagging anyone but whoever sees this and wants to do it, feel free to <3

Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @bruitdevague ❣️

Are you named after anyone ?

My middle name is after my moms dead brother

What sports have you played ?

I did gymnastics for like 10 years and destroyed my body/mental health doing it 💀

I also did volleyball, track, and kumdo in highschool

Do you use sarcasm ?

No I'd never 🙄

What is the first thing you notice about people ?

I have no idea..their vibe maybe?

What’s your eye color ?

Hazel

Scary movies or happy endings ?

Scary movies

Any talent ?

I'm really good at doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result

What are your hobbies ?

My all time favorite hobby is listening to music while pacing around. 11/10 really does the job every time. I also enjoy reading.

Do you have any pets ?

I have (had) my dog peanut but I didn't take him with me when I moved out. He lives with my parents 😫

How tall are you ?

5'3 on a good day

Dream job ?

I do not dream of labor

Literally one (1) minor inconvenience from quitting my current job

Tagging:

@yormuthur @crypticpuffin @punk-pandame @shisuis-left-nipple @alphadogandomega @dykekakashi and anyone else who wants to do this <3

[byanyan]

fighting off my existential dread today by making some gifs don't mind me

bonus just because:

[emjoy398]

I live near a marsh, and consequently, a very healthy no-see-um population has found a way to enter my bedroom at will. I don’t believe they intend on finding an exit. They’re swarming on the ceiling in a manner where I can very much see-um, and then hear-um, and then feel-um and hate-um.

And I’m thinking about the food chain and how I can find myself a little guy to eat all these flies. I’m talkin’ spiders. I’m having a Renfield Moment.

[jeffament]

i made one :•)

[plushiepup-princess]

17?

Top ten of my biggest turn ons :3

Being manhandled/ dominated

Hickeys!!

Being forced into submission

Choking/ getting choked

Being talked to in a fake sweet tone

Being called "mommy" (it surprised me too)

Dirty talk!!

Distractedly being touched/ casually being made to do sexual things

Being called a "good girl"

Teasing/ being teased

There's way more! I just like these best right now! ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

[cowplant-pizza]

i AM one of those bitches that is already excited for christmas im SORRY OK (no but seriously im kinda not???? let me enjoy my warm fuzzy feelings in peace ok ty)

[pupuseriazag]

13, 30, 42?

hiiiiiii :D

13. lanyard or key ring?

I legit had to google them both because I was not sure if I understood correctly 💀 but KEY RING ALL THE WAY, in fact lemme see if I can show you my keychains AKJSFHASKF

(the top thingy blinks my irl name)

30. places that you find sacred?

without a doubt, my older house. I adore that house a lot and I had a hard time saying bye to it. Also I have several... hmmm... dream places I used to dream a lot when I was younger and I also find them sacred to me. Churches rarely made me feel what I feel thinking about those places... OH and the beach when its empty, the roads in usulutan too somehow feel somewhat sacred to me, idk.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

PANTS. POCKETS. GIVE ME FUCKING DEEP POCKETS I AM TIRED I AM ENRAGED EVERYTIME I TRY TO PUT MY EARBUD CASE IN MY FRONT POCKETS ONLY FOR THEM TO BE LAUNCHED AWAY WHEN I FUCKING SIT

I HAVE TO PUT MY PHONE IN THE BACK POCKET BECAUSE NOTHING FUCKING FITS MY FRONT POCKETS AND IT MAKES ME MAD BECAUSE THEN I CANT SIT I'LL CRUSH MY PHONE I ALREADY ACCIDENTALLY CRUSHED A COCKROACH ONE TIME WHEN I SAT ON IT 😭😭😭😭

[freakontour]

you also get 🍊 for ask game plss?

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

That answer is probably super obvious but. Gaara. I love my baby but writing him is some kind of pain I subconsciously avoid. It keeps entering my brain and I am convicted to write him more. We’ll see how that’s gonna work out xD

[chanrizard]

tagged by @thnx4thefish to go here and find my pantone palette, thank you 💕💕

tagging @yonglixx @agibbangs @lixence @snug-gyu @lee-minhoe @strayklds @woodziecup @decembermoonskz @chewysan @jinniebit no pressure ofc <3

[mulletlix]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

[byanyan]

punkass lookin tattoo artist who's best known for their cute, vibrantly colourful tattoos... yeah...

[girlcockholmes]

chloe finemans mom. Well youre pretty fine man.

[plushiepup-princess]

Why is your blog, the BEST, bar none, for play ideas for me to experiment with a new partner? Like, what the flippity fuck, girl? Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Have a great weekend, I hope you get to see your man, see stars and entirely new dimensions of pleasure. Thank you so much :3

You are SO welcome!!

It's nice to hear that my blog inspires new play ideas for people, thank you sm for the kind words.

Giggling and screaming at this rn!! :3

[dissapointu]

Hi! Thanks for sharing your writing!

Can you do something with Sevika's lover losing their arm? Instead of her for once. Wlw of course if you please.

Thank you 😊

Oh my god. OKAY. So picture this: Sevika’s gf, who is like this totally badass mechanic/inventor type (think Piltover vibes, but she defected to Zaun because screw the system), loses her arm in this crazy accident while working on some sketchy tech for Silco. Like one second she’s welding, and the next, there’s this explosion of smoke and sparks, and BAM, she’s down. Sevika rushes in, her heart like pounding out of her chest, and finds her girlfriend all bloody and barely conscious, clutching what’s left of her arm. (Cue Sevika screaming “NOOOO!” like she’s in some tragic romance novel.)

Fast forward to a dark and moody Zaun clinic, where Sevika’s pacing the room while her gf is passed out on some rickety table, and oh my GOD, the angst is real. Sevika blames herself because, duh, she’s the one who got her mixed up with Silco and his dangerous shenanigans. When her gf finally wakes up, Sevika’s sitting at her bedside, looking like she hasn’t slept in DAYS, and she’s like:

“I told you to leave that damn tech alone.”

And her gf, because she’s a literal queen who takes no nonsense, just smirks (even though she’s in literal PAIN) and goes, “What? And miss the chance to impress you?”

LIKE PLEASE. Sevika does the whole clenching her jaw to hold back tears thing because she’s in love and terrified all at once. She doesn’t know how to be soft, but this is her person. So, naturally, she offers her own tech contacts to build her girlfriend a prosthetic. (Her whole “I’ll kill anyone who hurts you” vibe is now directed at literally anyone who so much as looks at her gf wrong.)

The best part? When her gf gets the prosthetic arm, it’s all sleek and Zaun-punky, but she adds a little twist—she incorporates Sevika’s iconic mechanical arm design. Now they’re matching, and everyone in Zaun knows not to mess with them because they’re THE power couple, like the ultimate ride-or-dies.

Bonus: Silco sees them together and just shakes his head because Sevika is soft for one (1) woman in this entire grimy city, and it’s absolutely hilarious to him.

Drabble:

You’re in the workshop, grease smeared on your cheek and fingers blackened from hours of work. The humming of machinery fills the space as you tweak the last bolt on your latest invention, a device you convinced Silco would “revolutionize Zaun.” (You might have exaggerated. Just a little.)

Sevika’s in her usual spot, leaned back in a rickety chair with her boots up on the table, sharpening her stupid blade like it’s some ritual. She’s watching you out of the corner of her eye—she always watches you like that, half-annoyed, half-amused, and completely impossible to read.

“Careful with that thing,” she mutters, her voice low and gravelly, like she already knows something’s going to go wrong.

“You’re always so dramatic,” you shoot back, smirking. You’re trying to act casual, but the truth is, you love when she gets protective like this. It makes you feel…seen. Loved. Even if she sucks at saying it.

But then—BOOM.

The world tips sideways. There’s a flash of light, deafening noise, and pain that hits you like a train. You’re thrown backward, slamming into the wall, and everything goes dark.

When you come to, your whole body is screaming, but it’s your arm—your missing arm—that sends the panic crashing down. You try to move it, try to feel it, but there’s nothing there. Just a horrifying emptiness.

“Stay still,” Sevika’s voice cuts through the haze. She’s crouched beside you, her usually calm expression twisted into something raw and panicked. Her hands are covered in your blood—your blood—and for a second, you think you’re hallucinating because Sevika doesn’t panic. She doesn’t let her guard down like this.

“I told you,” she growls, her voice shaking, “I told you to stop messing with that damn tech.”

But there’s no bite in her words, no anger. Just fear.

You try to smile, to make some joke about how she was right (again), but it comes out as more of a pained gasp. Her hand—her good one—clutches yours, holding on like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

The recovery is hell. Sevika doesn’t leave your side for days, barely sleeping, barely eating. You don’t talk about it, but you know she blames herself. She keeps muttering things like, “Should’ve stopped you,” and, “Never should’ve let you work for him.”

One night, after hours of silence, you finally snap.

“Stop looking at me like I’m broken,” you say, your voice sharper than you intend.

Sevika freezes, her jaw clenching. “I don’t—”

“You do.” You sit up, wincing, and glare at her. “I’m still me, Sev. I’m not some…half-person because of this.” You gesture toward the stump where your arm used to be.

For a long moment, she just stares at you, her face unreadable. Then, quietly, she says, “You scared the hell out of me.”

Her voice cracks on the last word, and it breaks something inside you. She’s not Sevika, the enforcer, the muscle, the unshakable badass everyone’s terrified of. Right now, she’s just…Sevika. The woman who loves you so much it hurts.

Weeks later, when you’re fitted with a prosthetic (one Sevika personally made sure was perfect), you can’t help but laugh when you notice the design.

“It matches your arm,” you tease, wiggling your new fingers.

“Figured we’d make a good pair,” she says with a smirk, but there’s something soft in her eyes. Something she won’t say, but you can feel it all the same.