#thinking bout selling my cat for this

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Pass the Star

Azalea Fell meets Antoinette Crowley at her first roller derby bout with a new league. After an incident leads to a trip to A&E, the two are drawn to one another but Crowley is reluctant to potentially ruin a great friendship for something more.

Length: 57,618 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by mageofthepeople

*Minor Spoilers* I'm super totally normal about this one. I've been on an ineffable wives obsession this week and that was largely due to this fic. This is everything I want in a wives story! It's fun, engaging, creative, and a total win for lesbians.

Azalea and Crowley are derby girls on rival teams. I love the derby use here because, well it's hot, but also it's a fun sport that I can totally understand these two enjoying. Crowley is obvious to understand, it's physical and aggressive, outside the norm, and again hot. But the hard work here was to make Azalea fit in this space. The author does this by giving us a character that has already done some of the work of leaving her repressive past behind. She's uniquely herself, has a strong moral code, still hates customers and selling books, and has a sense of fashion and style that doesn't give a damn what other people think. She's still our sexy bookseller, but with tattoos and skates! Ugh tattooed omens is like catnip to me!

But the setting also works because it's well crafted! If you didn't have an obsession with the Elliot Page movie Whip It like I did, and don't know anything about roller derby, there's no worry here. You'll be able to follow right along. And the side characters fit into this word great! Ana was a surprise use, and one that I enjoyed! I feel like we usually see a Gabriel type character in the role that Ana fills here, so I loved the shake up. Plus, CAT. It's an instant win for me when there's a cat.

And did I mention it's hot?? The sex scenes in here are a little shorter, but excellent, and something to keep thinking about afterwards for sure. It's mostly safe in public overall, but for me I devoured it in one sitting at home. It's set up well for something to read in smaller bits but I cannot resist a good binge read. It's also clearly setting up for a sequel and honey, I'm seated. I'm subscribed and ready to go the moment more of this series drops. Already after my first draft of this post we got one! So I will end with a reminder to always subscribe to your favorite authors, because if I hadn't been I may have missed another entry to this universe and I'm an addict to these girls.

Read it here, fic by mageofthepeople

[storms-path]

So, How 'bout That Arcadion?

So I had (and still have) plans to do a write-up on Dawntrail's final dungeon and how it contrasts so interestingly with Amaurot and The Dead Ends after my analysis of Dawntrail and Conquerors, but then Arcadion decided to spring out of nowhere, grab me in a headlock and demand I talk about the music and how it reflects our new darling challengers.

So I'm gonna. As always, spoilers below, read at your own risk, etc. etc. Also I know very little about actual music theory so a lot of this is based on vibes and how things relate to themes and characters and all that. I'll leave the proper music analysis to the musicians. I'm here for the fighters!

So, let's start at the beginning with the cunning, cutting Black Cat. You might be surprised to know that Yaana and her theme were what inspired me to write about this in the first place! While her battle theme might not blow away anyone, that's kind of the point. She's a rookie, unestablished in Arcadion and just as hungry as you are, if not moreso, to prove herself a rising fighter.

The lack of any real lyrics aside from the crowd chants are very effective at displaying how the Black Cat lacks a proper identity at this point. That and the shared leitmotif with her sister (we'll get to her later) foreshadow that she is trying and failing to escape Eutrope's shadow. It's clear that even now Yaana's older sister's disappearance haunts her, to the point that she's following in Eutrope's footsteps to find the missing fighter, or failing that, answers.

Honey B. Lovely, on the other hand, is about as in-your-face as she can get. There's very little subtlety to this one, she wants your love and adoration forever and ever. And she wants so much more than only you can give. I do love the contrast between her song's incredibly chipper, saccharine sweet melodies and singing voice... as she's singing about essentially turning you into a mindless drone who will wait on her hand and foot, right down to threatening terrible violence if you manage to break free of it.

Charming lady, this one. Just look at all her new fans. Someone please get her song out of my head I can't stop hearing it while I try to work I just want to be a good little drone please stop

Speaking of contrasts, Brute Bomber is about as far from Honey B. Lovely's chipper little ditty as you can get. Another song without any vocals, unless you count guttural growling and roaring as vocals (though sidenote, I adore how they degrade into chiptune towards the end of it, that's so good). But unlike Black Cat, Brute Bomber very much has his own identity and purpose. In his case, the lack of lyrics are because he simply doesn't need them.

Where Honey B. Lovely is desperately trying to win you over and failing to hide the venom beneath, Brute Bomber is just here to beat you up until you stop moving. He's the champion! What does he need with some stupid lyrics? You don't need to understand him, you just need to understand that he's better than you and he's going to prove it by beating you bloody. His is a refreshingly simple track. Hard, heavy, no frills. Just like him.

And then there's our surprise final challenger, Wicked Thunder. She's in a whole other league compared to the others and she knows it. Really, there's not much to say about her that her song doesn't spell out. She's desperate, driven to try the unthinkable thanks to her slowly eroding soul. She's tasted glory but the aftertaste has her choking, and only claiming our soul for her own will cleanse the palate.

That being said, the sheer confidence in her vocals are what really sells her as a serious threat. While most of the song focuses on what she's lost, the chorus is a battle cry, a ringing roar of protest against anyone who thinks she's beaten. The repetition is used excellently throughout, hammering home both her desperation and her conviction. She will win, even if it costs her everything she once held dear.

Anyway, all of this is really to say that I completely adore Arcadion so far and I can't wait to see how the new tiers fold me over a table and shatter my spine from the top rope. They absolutely nailed the wrestling vibes with this tier, right down to the electric theme songs. And to think, this is only the beginning!

[moonstruckdraws]

Okay so..-

Was using my pocket book one day when I got the urge to make a character with big curly hair and- and made her (one the first draft I took one look at her and saw Rose Quartz- and loudly groooaned! IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL I SWEAR OAGIEIFASOFISN)

So now I have a new oc (which I have little of in the first place lol); her name is Titilayo, she mainly goes by Titi.

Here, have a long spiel and random facts bout her I had while making her (as I rambled them to @tamblerdraws lol):

She has a bigger than life personality, loving life and everything in it; from people, to animals, to plants. She's massive big sister energy and loves her friends and family more than anything. She loves every day and month and year, enjoying the fun things in life while also feeling content.

However, she has a deep struggle with change (have decided the cause of it yet), and dreads every second when the topic of age or elderly futures come up. She fears losing the people she loves in any shape or form whether it'd be losing touch, arguments, or their passing; so she ends up being extremely clingy and slightly overprotective of those she holds dear (which is a lot of people). Any change that causes long-lasting effects she's paranoid by (like going skydiving vs moving somewhere else, she'd rather go skydiving).

This stems over to plants too, as Titi runs a succulent shop, and only succulents. She never sells just flowers because they don't last as long in comparison. But she loves her job and tending to her plants.

She does have pets though! She's against owning a cat or dog for herself since they don't live for that long (in her mind). Credit for the names goes to Tambler (ty Tambler you genius): Ouroboros is a Rosy Boa snake, based on the type of snake the ouroboros is (but the other species of snake is really big and didn't want to draw all that lol). The name representing the eternal cycle of death & rebirth, which is Titi's brand of eternity, or never-changing. They live for about 30 years, so I think she saw it as a long enough time to own one. Her second pet is a Greek tortoise named Mikey (because Mikey would be her favorite tmnt turtle). They live for about 50 years but can live for 150-200 years. She gets Mikey when she is really young, so he's her life-long pet. Greek tortoise are also so itty bitty; it's adorable.

Last fact, and funfact, of her is that she's cupioromantic. She is naturally an affectionate person to people and loves displaying her love for them. However, the romantic attraction she think she desires is lost when put into practice, so she's living her single life. The joke me and my friend both cackled at was when I said, "yeah, no, she has +10 exes." What can I say, she's a pretty lady. Okay that's enough rambling from me-

[aimportantdragoncollector]

How bout a Hybrid AU where Second is a wolf hybrid and Yoichi is a Cat hybrid.

Oh, and Second is still terrified of cats.

Poor Second, LOL.

1. We're going full Romeo and Juliet with this one! Second comes from a powerful wolf family and Yoichi comes from a powerful cat family. They've been feuding for centuries. Second is scared of cats because All for One nearly murdered him as a child and left a long scar across his face.

2. Second and Yoichi both want to end this bitter and pointless feud. So, they decide to pretend to be in love and elope. The two of them barely know each other, they just are both united in wanting the violence to end. They bind themselves to each other in marriage using a magic that means if one of them dies, the other dies. This is their gambit to force their families to end the feud.

3. It works. All for One isn't happy, but he's not family head. In this AU, the Shigaraki parents are both loving and dote on their youngest son so they have no choice but to strike a truce with their mortal enemies. Second is the sole heir to his family, so he has even more leverage. Even All for One can't do anything with his precious little brother's life at stake. Though of course he's researching divorce magic.

4. Second and Yoichi know that if they want to make this truce last in the long run even after their deaths, they have to sell the lovey-dovey act and convince their parents how happy they are. This means a lot of PDA and glomping each other in public. Unfortunately, Second is terrified of cats. He's doing his absolute best to pass off his fear as shyness and lovesickness. He's already "fainted from Yoichi's beauty" half a dozen times. Yoichi is understanding and feels guilty his older brother tried to murder a kid. Second finds Yoichi devastatingly attractive and feels guilty about pushing away such a nice person.

5. Inevitably, Yoichi falls in love with Second but thinks his feelings can never be requitted because of Second's phobia. Second was already head over heels for Yoichi a long time ago and has been working in secret to overcome his fear using exposure therapy with cat pictures, cat plushies, cat blankets, etc. Yoichi thinks Second is sneaking off to have an affair, but doesn't feel like he can complain since it's a fake relationship.

6. All for One also thinks that Second is having an affair and decides to expose him--but instead exposes Second's room full of cat memorabilia. People just think Second really loves cats. That would explain why he married one. Second admits to Yoichi what he's been doing and confesses his love. Silly All for One, accidentally playing matchmaker for his little brother again!

(All of these are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

[asmrbrainrot]

The Gator boys & the Moon Witch~ Ch 1

It had been a fairly quiet week for Esther, or Sybil now. How long had she been going by that name? A few years at least, since she had gotten away from that awful Rexite priest… but she’d rather not remember. The whole traveling cabaret act treated her well. As well as it could at least, considering the nature of showbiz. Common sense told her she should probably be finding a place to settle down by now but she enjoyed floating from place to place. (Even when she didn’t need to) It’s not like this was her only source of income though. She was a witch after all, so it wasn’t difficult to make money on the side selling glamor potions or ready-made spell scrolls.

She slowed her broom as she took in the scenery around her. Cypress trees, cat tails, the smell of autumn in the air, it had been a while since she had traveled along the countryside. She halted her broom to read the wooden sign that marked her destination. “Welcome to Lilloway, Home of the Silverben Swamps” “Huh Quaint little place..” she muttered to herself. She decided to finish her journey on foot. Bella had woken from her nap and was getting ancy in her basket, besides after flying all day a walk would do Esther some good. It was surprising that such a small town like this would even have a nightclub, even more so that they invited her to perform. “Must be pretty short on entertainment if they invited a few old washups like us huh Belle?” The small dog gave an enthusiastic yip in response.

Not that she was complaining, a town like Lilloway was a pleasant change of pace from Akahn, with all its hustle and bustle. Something her college self would’ve loved, with all its trade and new-fangled gadgets. Oh goodness it had to be fifteen years now she was out of school. The woman leashed up her little friend and the two set into town. The once peaceful countryside soon melted into the stirrings of a village. As they approached the village square a corkboard with a plethora of fliers caught her eye. Thinking there might be a map among them Esther approached, Bella in tow. Hmmm Fall festival, Gabby’s Glamour spells, (Got enough of those as is) Oh! A freshly posted flier caught her eye. “Madam Sybil Dupree The Songbird of the South Performing at the Silverben Saloon!”. “Hmmm Guess we ain’t so washed up after all ey Belle?” Esther smiled leaning down to pet the black cavalier as it yipped excitedly. When suddenly Esther's attention was drawn to a set of large black boots that were approaching her.

“Howdy Ma’am.” Spoke the owner of the boots, in a deep husky voice. Esther stood up taking Bella with her as she faced the man. He was a tall muscular fellow with copper hair & beard. His arms marred with scars from what had to be his previous tussles. That and his serious demeanor told Esther this man wasn’t to be trifled with, nevertheless she had been brought up to give everyone a fair chance regardless. It’s what Earl would’ve done. “Well Hello there.” Esther responded warmly, Bella snugly in her arms. “Names Warren.” The burly man introduced, offering his hand as a sign of good will. Esther returned the gesture noting the rugged texture of his hand. A working man. “And you must be the famous Madam Dupree, if my eyes don’t deceive me.” Warren remarked, offering a kind smile while giving Bella a gentle pat on the head. “I don’t know if I’d call it that exactly!” Esther laughed, setting Bella down once more. “No need to be so humble! You’re all the town’s been talking about lately, well’sides them swap freaks runnin amuck.” The man remarked, ripping a bounty flier off the board.

Esther’s eyes were drawn to the flier, it depicted a terrible alligator-like beast with a hefty bounty listed at the bottom. Her chestnut eyes flicked from the flier to Warren, who had picked up on her curiosity. “Them beasts nothin ta worry bout Ma’am. Just a couple a wild half bloods runnin down the property value. Me an my men will have ‘em taken care of soon enough.” The man added in a vague attempt to “comfort” the women next to him. In truth Esther felt bad for those poor souls. Sure they looked a little different, acted a little different, but they didn’t ask to be that way. In the end they were just people trying to live their lives. Why should they be treated so horribly? “ So you’re a bounty hunter then?” Esther added dryly. If Warren was the kind of man to hunt down innocent people for sport then she wanted no part of him, but she had to be subtle about it. If word got around that she was some halfblood-sympathizing radical, she’d be run outta town faster than the half bloods themselves. “Looks like Warren caught a live one!” Shouted a woman from across the way.

She and another young fellow approached. Friends of Warren couldn’t be good company. Best to keep subtle for now though. “Aw hush up Andy. I was just greeting this lovely young lady to our town. It ain’t too often we get celebrities down here.” At this the younger blonde headed man perched up. “You’re Madam Dupree then! The one that’s ’s singing at the saloon?” The lad piped up. “Of course you would know Vernon! There’s hardly an’evenin you don’t spend at the saloon!” At this the two began to bicker before a calm yet stern hand gesture from Warren signaled the two to stop. “If you children are done I do believe Madam Dupree here needs some direction to the Inn.” Warren implored looking at Esther with a knowing glint in his emerald eyes. “Oh! Yes actually.” She responded “Then I reckon we should show you the way so you can get all settled an’ready for the show tonight!” Warren offered, the warm smile returning. “I’d like that.” And with that they were off to the Inn, little Bella in tow wagging her tail all the way.

[deritosmi]

I don't know much bout Sanrio, but I'd love to hear about it!

I smile and stare into your soul.

ANYWAYS

Sanrio is a company that sells products that are mostly based off of their characters, like the very well-known Hello Kitty :)

They originally were called the Yamanashi Silk Company. Their transition from regular products to cute stuff started with their strawberry collection, where they sold some items (I believe umbrellas and the like) that were pink and had strawberry patterns on them. This collection was a success, so they decided to pursue cute designs, which eventually lead to Hello Kitty.

Hello Kitty’s first appearance was on a coin purse!

Hello Kitty’s real name is Kitty White.

Her first show ever was Hello Kitty’s Furry Tale Theater. I would watch bits of the episodes on YouTube using a Wii U when I was little :)

I think my favorite hello kitty show is definitely Growing Up With Hello Kitty.

I haven’t watched Hello Kitty and Friends Supercute Adventures yet, but I’m looking to it.

Fun Facts!

Hello Kitty has a pet cat named Charmmy Kitty

Badtz Maru is a penguin, and he was born on April Fools

My Melody and Hello Kitty both made an appearance in Nintendo Wii U Super Mario Maker

Hello Kitty used to have a best friend named Cathy who was a bunny, but she is no longer used by Sanrio due to copyright by SanX

I love you

Hello Kitty has a twin sister named Mimmy White

[saintfrancis-ofassisi]

okk just gonna spill my dd fic plot bcs its boring to keep it in my head LOL

cannibalism + murder + heavy themes ig idk warning

phoenix is a messenger sent from god to lead the people out of the city and when shes called shes pregnant (also shes like 20, pretty young) so she has the baby removed (freezer babies yk like in na) and anyways the baby is jet star and hes adopted or whatever & meanwhile phoenix leads out tons of people before she becomes a spirit in limbo to guide people to their destinations ig and thats where she stays forever. back to jet. hes called to lead people out like his mom was BUT he also has healing powers (kinda) and a LITTLE bit of foreknowledge (hes like 16/17 at the time when he + the rest of the fab four escape) (yeah im doin my own thing with this part) anywayssss they escape and join an already existing group of killjoys and learn the important stuff that will help them for the rest of their lives. so they stay there for like 4 months before getting a bit antsy n moving out becoming nomads of sorts jet is just starting to find out about his gifts or whatever (he dosent know anything about pheonix other than the basic legend) and party is a bit jealous bcs like um idk he is and hes SUPER talkitive so he yaps to other people about it and they hear it as HE has those things so like when he tells em that its not him they think hes lying and they persecute him for it and all of the fab four get their reputations tarnished. jet isnt angry, just worried but party distances himself from the rest of them and they are all super worried about him. around this time the girl comes in, (shes like 12 in this) and she kinda brings them together. OH yeah also jet knows a lot about herbs n plants n stuff so when he gets his hands on any of those things he makes medicinal things and sells/trades them with other people. cherri helps him with that i THINK idk yet. anywayssss a few months later things are kinda ok, but the girl finds out about destoya or whatever and no the fab four arnt dead yet and the cat dosent exist lol. anyways she wants to start a crusade so she plans a ton of stuff before telling jet and seeing if he can tell the future and ofc jet says no without even seeing anything but then he has visons of just SO much death and destruction and he tells her bout it and they kinda keep it secret from party (ghoul + kobra know most of it) and yea there might MIGHT be some funpoison in this idk yet bcs thats not really important in this lol. anyways the girl is like party, she cant keep quiet about things and her idea for a crusade spreads like wildfire. shes got whole armies without even knowing it. and the fab four are kinda in the middle of this bcs they get the idea but they know it will end badly but everyone else sees a chance to change things and they wanna take it. so they do. and the girl runs away in the middle of the night to join them and when the fab four wake up the next morning they like go into shock and jet is crying and already devastated even though nothing had happend yet anyways they look for the girl in the thousands of people there but cant find her so jet and the rest of em (mostly jet and party) try to convince people to stop and turn back but they ignore them UNTIL someone remembers party and starts a riot and they kill him for being a 'spy' (the rest of em get away) and all of them are in shock (especially kobra) and they just drive the car till it runs out of gas and just sit there. late into the night they can hear screams of pain and booms and utter destruction and terror. the next morning kobra is gone and everything is silent. jet and ghoul know where they are but have lost all will to live basically. so they sit there for days, until theyre hallucinating and on the brink of death when they find what seems to be a dead animal and in their insane out of their mind state they eat it raw and it makes them snap back for a bit and they see that its kobra. and they cant stand the thought that they ATE their friend (he was half dead and passed out) so they just sit there by his body until they die. anyways phoenix sees her son in limbo and cries. hes failed everything.

[captainkranos]

Dreaming of Metal- Part One A story for those wishing they were robots

This is my first major foray into writing, so id love constructive criticism! This is part one, and it doesn't contain any smut, but I am planning for future parts to have it. Hope you enjoy!!!

It was a cold evening. February was always cold. The local coffee shop was closed, so you had to go a lot further than usual. It was the nearest one that wasn't a chain. Starbucks was definitely worse now after the Apple buyout, and you're gonna need quite a bit of coffee if you plan to finish the coding project tonight. "602nd and 28th..." You mutter under your breath. Just a few more freezing blocks. Neo York City was big. After the Monopolization of 2350, corporations started buying out whole cities. The extra 300 streets added seemed like a good idea to most, but it really just makes the good parts of the city further away from each other.

Power walking down the sidewalk in an attempt to stay warm, a pink, blinking, neon sign catches your eyes. "Order a Robotic Companion Today! Keep you company! Great at coding!" That last tagline stuck in your mind as you remember the 457 bugs last time you tried to compile the latest project. And your last romantic partner walked out on you last week after suggesting those cybernetic enhancements... How were you supposed to know a cyborg killed their grandma? You only suggested them because you weren’t brave enough to get them installed in yourself anyways. "Dial 1-800-ROBOT today!" The number was easy to remember at least. You look down the street again, and spot the coffee shop your personal navigator directed you to. You make a mental note of the phone number, and head off to get fuel for the long night ahead of you…

“ITS DONE!” You exclaim as the compiler notes zero bugs found. It's a tool to help organize blog posts for your favorite website. The site creators should have added this years ago, but you're glad to have it done now at least. You sit in silence, appreciating your handiwork… but it's a sad silence. Your old partner helped write the start of this, and now they'll never see it completed. Your thoughts flashback to that sign you saw today. A robotic companion sounds so nice. Someone to confide in, to understand you, who would understand how you feel about robots. In a bout of weakness, you pick up your holophone, and mash in the phone number that's been spinning in your head all day. 

“Q.P.R.A.U. Robotics! Where we match you with the moving metal of your dreams! How can we meet your emotional needs today?” The voice on the other end sounds synthesized, but not automated. “Uhhh Hi? I think I'm looking for a companion bot?” “Sure! How would you rate your emotional starvation from one to ten?” Even though it's only been a week, the rate at which your apartment deteriorated into disrepair would put a bull in a china shop to shame. “...Ten” “And would you like to sign up for our alternate payment services?” Oh thank goodness. You really didn’t want to shell out too much for this. Most companies use these alternate options as a way to obtain and sell your data. A body scan or a blood donation will usually make rent much easier to pay each month if you want to buy something nice. “Yes I would.” “Great! We will have your order shipped out to you within 3-6 weeks! Have a great day!” The call ends. You never gave them a name or a shipping address? Maybe they scraped it from your IP address? You really didn't care. As long as a friend gets shipped in the mail, you would put up with anything.

March. It's been a tough few weeks. The coding commissions have been few and far between. At least the apartment complex therapist is back on call. He has really been helping you get through the emotional weeds of life. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK You peel yourself up from the chair in your office and over to the door. It's probably the neighbors again, their cat is quite the escape artist. Opening the door, standing in the hallway is a synth, with a metal box the size of a large person. If they were not a robot, you would ask to help with it, but you know that their electronic muscles are at least 100 times stronger than yours. You wish you could lift that much… “Is this the residency of anon?” “Yeah… what's this?” “Your package! Courtesy of Q.P.R.A.U. Robotics!” You had forgotten everything about that night. Getting hammered off of French nano-wine tends to do that to you. “Do I need to sign anything?” “Nope! Heres your package!” The synth walked into your apartment and placed the box right in the center of the entryway. It came down with a rather hefty thud. You already knew the downstairs neighbors would be filing a complaint. “Have a nice day! And good luck with the alternative payment services!” The synth walks out with a jolly expression. They always seem happy, probably because they are made of metal… Glancing back at the metal box in your entryway snaps your thoughts back to reality. How the hell are you going to move this anywhere? Your eyes are drawn to a blinking red button on the side you hadn't noticed before. Hopefully it’s the “Open” button and not “Self-Destruct”. With all the confidence you can muster, you press the button and wait for something to happen. An agonizing silence follows, until distinct gear turning and motor wrrring noises begin to emanate from the box. Like a birthday present made of tinfoil, the metal begins to unwrap itself and pour an unknown smoke out into your apartment. Your first thoughts are of the fire dampening systems firing off, but knowing your landlord, they probably haven't worked for years.

The smoke clears, the metal lies in a pile at your feet, and a shiny silver figure stands before you. Its form is definitely feminine in origin, but the steel plates that make up the body are all that fill your mind. They have to be at least a foot taller than you, as you stare up into its blank but imposing expression. “Uhh… Hello?” A rather cute set of chimes ring out from a circular design in the machine’s chest as pink lights spread outward from the center out to the limbs. The last line of lights to reach its goal is the one moving towards the head, as the eyes fill with light and the body hums with the moving of cogs and belts It’s head slowly turns towards you and a smile creeps up its face as a mixture of fear and excitement fills your heart.

“Hello! I'm Daniella and I'll be your new mistress!”

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Two: Run-in with a Stranger (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

(Warning: a bit of swearing)

Alright, time to get to work.

“Extra! Extra! Get ya papers here! Triplets born in Harlem! Drunken man plummets from Brooklyn Bridge! New racehorse said to be unbeatable! Extra! Extra! Get yer juicy news right here, folks!”

Some stop to buy papes, while oddas sneak odd looks at me- ‘cause I’s a goil. I don’t mind, but it’s still annoy’n.

“How’s the news today?” A kind old lady, Lucillia, wanders ova.

I beam. “A few good things, not so many bad things. And just ‘cause you’s my best customer, I’ll sell it to ya fer half price!”

Lucillia takes her pape and smiles caren’ly. “Oh no, dear. You need the money more than I do. Here’s a nickel, and spend it wisely.”

Before I can protest, she walks off. “Thank you, ma’am!”

I continue ta wander down tha street, not hav’n many more patrons, when I hear Jack call’n my name. He has tha two new boys with him- broddas by tha looks of it. Tha olda one’s cute, but I can tell tha younga one’s gonna sell a lodda papes!

“Becs! Come with me and show these new guys how it’s done!”

“Fine. This place is a bust anyways.” I look tha boys up and down. “Who are yous?”

Tha oldest gives me a questioning look. “Jack, who is-?”

“You’re a goil newsie?” Tha youngest asks outta tha blue.

“Les!” Tha olda one scolds. But I just smile at his blunt honesty.

“Yeah, I’s a goil newsie. Name’s Becs. I’m basically Jack’s little sista. Now I asks again: who are yous?” 

“I’m David, and this is my brother Les.”

Tha kid gives me a shy smile. Just like I thought: cute kid, good for sell’n papes.

“Becs here, she’s a natural at sell’n,” Jack compliments. “Ya learn from me, ya learn from tha best, as she’ll tell ya. Right, Becca?”

I grin. “You know it, Cowboy!”

Jack chuckles. “Yeah. But you learn from Becca- and you’s learn’n from a true performer! Becs can get a customer's attention from ten blocks away!”

“Well thank you Jack, for that wonderful encouragement! Alright, guys. Here’s how ya hook ‘em.” I begin to wave my paper again. “Extra! Extra! Get ya papers here! Drunken man plummets from Brooklyn Bridge! Mutilated corpse found in street!” I motion ta tha kid. “Les, can ya act?” I ask.

He nods.

“Good. Then imitate this:” I give a convinc’n cough. “Please, m’am! Buy me pape!”

He grabs a handful and takes off.

David looks at me in terror. “Those stories seem a bit far from true. What headline says that?” He begins to flip through tha pages.

“Page 8.”

He scoffs. “Dead cats? That’s lying!”

I shrug. “I ain’t ly’n, I’s just mak’n tha story sound more interest’n. Who’d eva wanna read ‘bout dead cats? If I don’t like a headline, I make one up! Right Jack?”

He nods. “That’s tha golden rule. Headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes!”

Les comes back with a big smile on his face. I leave Jack ta deal with tha broddas while I continues ta sell papes. 

Howeva it ain’t been long when I see an old rival: Slick Benny. Him and his gang is always try’n ta steal my papes and take my customers, not ta mention soak me once in a while.

“Hello, Kelly,” Benny struts over, a good foot and a half taller than me, but I don’t budge. “Me thinks ya got some papes fer us,” he motions at his gang, who surround me. 

“Take a hike, little bo Ben, I ain’t giv’n you’s noth’n,” I growl.

“Aw, not even a kiss-?” He leans in, only ta get his foot stepped on by yours truly.

“Yow!��

I take my cue and split, duck’n unda Benny’s arm and tak’n off towards tha docks.

“Get that little bitch!”

I duck, dodge, twist’n turn- until I realize that I don’t know where I’s go’n! I can still hear Benny’s gang behind me, but I’s made some distance between us. I go ta turn a corner down an alley lead’n ta tha wadda when-

Smack!

I literally run into and fall down onto somebody. I look up and I’m suddenly staring inta pierc’n blue eyes. It’s a guy, anodda newsie. He’s wearing a checkered shirt, faded red suspenders, and a gray cap. Unfortunately, his shirt ain’t buttoned up all tha way, and my hand fell onta his bare chest. He looks both shocked and annoyed.

I blush. “Sorry.” I hurriedly get up and continue sprint’n down tha alley, with Benny’s boys still look’n fer me. Behind me I hear:

“Hey, you! Ya seen a goil newsie run by here?”

Oh God! Please don’t let them find me…

“Nah, can’t say I have,” comes a heavy-accented voice.

I frown. Was that the guy I ran over? Why would he vogue fer me? I owe him one, I put in tha back of my head.

Spot’s POV

I’s didn’t plan on com’n ta 'Hattan today, I just woke up and felt like go’n someplace different odda than Brooklyn, if I can believe it. I’s was just com’n from tha docks when-

Smack!

Someone stiff and small plows into me, send’n both of us onto tha ground. Tha foist thing I realise is: it’s a goil. And not just any goil, a newsie! She’s wear’n a faded blue shirt, black suspenders and vest, and a gray cap like mine. The next thing I notice is that her hand landed on my chest. But for whateva reason, I don’t get upset ‘bout it. Unsure what ta do or say, I just stare at her inta her big, brown eyes. 

She blushes, and it’s kinda cute. “Sorry,” she muddas. She quickly gets up and sprints down tha alley. As I get to my feet, I hear:

“Hey, you! Ya seen a goil newsie run by here?”

It’s Ben, Slick Benny and his gang. It ain’t no surprise ta me that he’d be try’n ta scam a goil. Well, I’s can’t just nark on her.

“Nah, can’t say I have,” I says smugly.

Benny frowns. “Careful who you’s ally with, Colon. That goil’s trouble- ya see her and ya report ta me, got it?”

I step forward intimidate’nly, gett’n in his face. “I don’t report ta nobody.” 

I then start walk’n back ta Brooklyn, certain that there’s noth’n more fer me here. Still, I can’t help wonder’n if the goil was ok. I’d seen plenty goils, but she seemed… different? Normally my spies woulda told me if there was a goil newsie in Manhattan. Who is she? 

Rebecca’s POV

Afta wait’n ‘bout ten minutes behind a barrel, I decide ta head back ta tha square. And yet, as soon as I get there Jack grabs my shoit and shoves me forward, and I’m run’n again.

“Beat it! It’s tha bulls!”

“All this for once sip of beer?” Les asks.

I don’t question it, I just run. We keep run’n ‘til we get ta tha lodg’n house. On tha way up, I see Skippy sleep’n on tha stairs.

“Keep runnin!” Jack yells

“There’s a guy sleep’n!” David shouts back.

“Jump!” I use tha railing ta hop ova poor Skippy, then grab David’s arm ta drag him along. I see Les fall behind, so I pull him onta my back. 

David looks at me in shock. “You’re a tough girl!”

“I’s gotta be when I’s tha only goil here!”

“He’s right behind us! He’s right behind us!”

Once we get onta tha roof and behind a wall, we hear:

“Sullivan, you wait ‘til I get you back to the Refuge!” 

We scurry ta tha fire escape and keep run’n ‘til we get ta tha Irving Theatre. I stop ta catch my breath, certain that we lost ‘em. 

“Snyder, eh?” 

Jack nods, breath’n heavily. Snyder knows just how ta ruin everyone’s day…

“I’m not running any further, I want answers!” David demands. “Who was that guy and why was he chasing us? And what is the Refuge?”

Jack catches his breath. “That guy is Snyder- he runs tha Refuge. It’s basically a slammer fer kids. He’s try’n ta get me back,” Jack explains.

“But he called you Sullivan.”

“The name’s Kelly- you think we’s ly’n? Jack and Becca Kelly,” I back up Jack.

“Well you do have a way of improving the truth,” David remarks harshly.

I give him a warn’n glare.

“How’d you escape?” Les asks.

“Some big shot gave me a ride in his carriage.”

David ain’t convinced. “I bet it was the mayor, right?”

“No, Teddy Roosevelt. Eva hoid of him?” Jack bites back.

Then I hear: “What’s going on here? Out! Out!” A beautiful lady in a purple dress comes down tha theatre stairs, shoo’n us away with a feather fan.

Jack grins. “Aw, you wouldn’t send me away without a kiss goodbye, wouldya Medda?” 

I smile widely. “Business been good, Medda?”

Tha energetic woman gives me a kind smile. “Becca! Jack Kelly! Where ya been, kids? I’ve missed seeing you up in the balcony.”

“And hang’n on your every word.” Jack kisses her hand.

I turn to David and Les. “This, friends, is Ms. Medda Larkson, tha Swedish Meadowlark and tha most talented singa in all of Manhattan.”

Medda curtsies, then notices Les.

“Oh, aren't you sweet!” She playfully tickles his nose with her fan. Les then does a fake cough.

“Buy me last pape, lady?” he begs.

Medda smiles wida. “Oh, you are good! Speaking from one professional to another, I’d say you got a great future! Just like Becca!” She gives me a wink. In return I give her a warn’n glance. Not now, Medda, not today! She gets tha hint.

“Do ya mind if we crash here for a while?” Jack asks, oblivious. “Just ‘til a little problem outside goes away.”

“Oh, yes! Stay as long as you like.” Medda leads us backstage. 

A voice announces: “And now gents, the moment you've all been waiting for. The sensational songbird. The Swedish Meadowlark, Miss Medda Larkson!”

Medda spreads her arms with a wide smile, then begins ta sing:

“My lovey dovey baby

I boo-hoo-hoo for you.

I used to be your tootsie-wootsie.

Then you said 'tooldle-dedoo'...”

Throughout her performance I can tell David’s transfixed, and Les is enjoy’n tha free candy. I have ta smile, see’n how people can be so happy. After a while we recon our troubles are gone.

“Bye, Medda!” I call as we head out.

“See you soon,” she answas, partially directed at me.

I frown. Too soon.

What Jack don’t know about me is that I’s got anodda job: sing’n in Medda’s show. About a month ago I realised that I weren’t do’n as good a job as the oddas at sell’n papes, be’n that I’s a goil and everyth’n. So Medda gave me an offer as a singa. She says I’m good, but I’s still ashamed. Because I’s a goil, I get wolf-whistled and catcalled almost every week. I make decent money, but I’s still ain’t proud of it.

“So ya like that?” Jacks asks David. “Oh yeah, I liked that.” No kidd’n!

“Hey Les, why don’t ya shine my shoes fer me?” Jack asks casually as he sits down.

I frown. Great, Jack. Make tha kid werk even more afta today!

“So how do you know her?” David questions.

“She was a friend of our fadda’s.” Jack says.

“Well, we better go. Our parents are probably getting worried. How ‘bout yours?”

“Nah. They’re out west look’n fer somewhere ta live.” He pulls out a pamplet. “See that’s Santa Fe, New Mexico. When they find tha right ranch they’ll send fer us.” Jack tells tha same story he tells everybody.

“And you’ll be a real cowboy!” Les exclaims. I have ta laugh at that!

“Yeah, he will be Les!” I give him a quick, tight hug. He gives a yawn and goes ta sit on a bench.

Just then, I hear a commotion go’n on down tha block. We turn tha corner and see a trolly engulfed in flames.

“It’s tha trolly strikers! These couple-a dumbasses must be-!”

The yell’n gets louda and drowns him out, but I try not to stray too far.

“Looks like we might get a good headline tomorrow!” Jack excitedly yells ova tha noise.

I look ova at Les and see that through all tha chaos he’s fallen asleep. I pick him up and walk ova ta David.

“I think he’s tired,” I state like it’s obvious.

“Yeah, we should get home. Come back to our place- you can meet our folks,” David offas.

I pass Les ta Jack. “Go ahead, Jack. I’s go’n back ta tha lodging house,” I call as I walk tha odda way. On tha way back, I see Race sitt’n on a barrel.

“Hey! How’d yer day at the track go?”

He gives me a stern glare. “Rememba that hot tip I told ya ‘bout?”

“Yeah?”

“Nobody told tha horse,” he scoffs.

“Sorry ta hear that. But, just shows that you’s shouldn’t be gambl’n your life away.” I shrug.

“Yeah, yeah, whateva preacher! Get ta bed!” Race waves me off.

“G’night!”

In tha log’n house, Mush, Crutchy, Skittery, Boots, Specs, and Blink are tha only ones still up.

“Hey guys. How was sell’n taday?”

“Even’n, Becs. It was ok, I guess.” Boots answas.

I nod. “Crutchy, how’s tha leg?”

He sighs. “Still no good.”

I sit down and put a arm on his shoulda. “Don’t worry, it’ll be bedda soon. Now, I knows Race ain’t com’n back for a while, so who’s in for a game-a cards?”

Mush looks up hopefully. “No bett’n?”

I grin. “No bett’n!”

“Good,” Blink sighs, relieved. “I can’t afford to lose anodda cent to that maniac!”

That night before I fall asleep, I can’t help remember’n the guy I ran into. Who is he? Someth’n ‘bout him just puzzles me- and will I ever see him again?

I’ll get chapter 3 ready as soon as I can! Thanks for reading! :)

[shaebertooth]

I want to go ahead and apologize now to anyone who is still waiting on a commission from me. I know of like two off the top of my head, but please keep in mind I do suffer from memory loss problems so I may need a reminder if you're unsure if I recall you or not.

My life this year had started off in a not-so-great way, and while it's no excuse, it has greatly affected my mental and physical health in ways I'm actually pretty afraid of, given my recent bout with a hospital stay and surgery.

My current home is owned by someone I thought was a friend of mine. He bought the house back in 2019 with the full intention of us moving in together: his sister, Cori, myself, and him of course. This was all great until his sister turned into an absolute nightmare of a roommate, moved out (and ran off to florida with some online friend) and left us high and dry.

So we found another roommate, and things were decent from there.. until towards the end of last year.

Main roommate in question took a trip to chicago to be with some friends, and ended up falling in love with the place, and planned to move there eventually - okay, not so bad, we were all okay with this, we knew it was happening.

Then my surgery happened. Along with being unable to work until January 1st when I was finally cleared, and now trying to scramble to find a job, and throwing out anywhere between 5-10 applications a day. In the meantime it's fallen on my poor girlfriend to pay my portion of the bills, which I am eternally grateful for, but also dreading and ashamed of. I owe her the fucking world.

All of a sudden, my roommate has put his foot down saying he's selling the house by the end of March. April is as long as he's giving us to figure out things out and find a place to go. girlfriend's mom's apartment is way too small, and doesn't allow for the 3 cats we have, and my mom sold her house shortly after we moved into the new house, and lives in a senior apartment complex. Neither places are places we can go to.

When we tried to plead our case, stating to him that my bank needs *60 days* of work history to help me with a house loan.. he simply shrugged his shoulders and walked out. In his exact words on discord, he stated "As the owner of the property this is my decision and it is non-negotiable." AKA he doesn't care what happens to us, he's dead-set on going to chicago, with those rose-tinted glasses glued to his face. This was what he sent to us yesterday. Saturday the 14th.

Needless to say.. my emotional state is a wreck. I'm worried I won't find a job in time, worried we'll have to move way far away from where we've settled, flip everything around to start somewhere else.. and before anyone tries to suggest apartment hunting: we can't. My girlfriend is self-employed making iron-on patches, which involves a LOT of noise running constantly. Embroidery machines and sewing machines all times of the night/day.

We would either need to specifically be placed in a corner lot where we can't disturb anyone, or luck out and have some deaf neighbors. It would also need to accept 3 cats, as these cats are *not* going anywhere else but with us.

I'm so fucking stressed to the point of headaches, and my body thinking it's time for my monthly flow.. all month long. It's scaring me that all of this is happening, and I'm dreading another hospital stay, especially because my surgery site still bleeds from time to time.

So, I apologize if I've been slow with activity or you're waiting on something from me. My life is being quite literally ripped out from under my feet, and there's not much I can really do about it except to pray for a job and grind myself into dust trying to make a living. In this fuckin american economy.

I wish I could get a fucking break.

[keikuri]

*throws away all my other drs and holds up minecraft* block game, love and light of my life

random thoughts about my mc dr under the cut

okay but lowkey i want to be put in the situation of the whole world being trapped in minecraft because a,

my analytical mind wants to take records and make charts about how well certain groups of people are doing and watch society progress in real time.

b

I don't think I could stand being alone for that long. I get really bad bouts of self doubt and self hatred and talking to people and using tv is how i distract myself from it. I also like minecraft a lot, or at least the idea of it. the only pet peeve i have is that people keep trying to kill me in multiplayer worlds and I get bored in singleplayer.

c,

I want to test how well I could survive in the world without being in this world. i think I might just be a researcher/explorer in my dr so i can have the solitude I need and also interact with people and travel. because I want to be a part of a society, but i feel to anxious to do anything about it in this reality.

and also bees. i love bees. they're so cute. i'll just have a lil beehive house and sell honey based things out of my beeehive house with my cat. its such a silly lil idea

[paleparearchive]

SummerTime Melancholy ~ The Night Flowers I Look Up At With You

Giotto's Scenario

Chapter 3 ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

(1/5)

Giotto: We're gonna do some live paintin’ in this park today.

Raffaello: … Seriously here? Because parents and their children often come here.

Giotto: It'll be fine. We're far away from the event venue. Plus c’mon, take a good look ‘round us. As ya can see, there’s not a soul in sight, even if it’s noon. It’s so quiet that even cats can comfortably sleep.

Have ya ever done live paintin’ in the middle of nowhere? I haven't!

Raffaello: Fufu, neither have I. There was always someone watching me.

Giotto: Compared to the usual, today feels pretty easy-going, ain’t it right?

Raffaello: This is my first time doing anything like this.

Giotto: Hahaha, I know, right!

Raffaello: Okay, I think I am starting to enjoy it a little.

Giotto: Oh, you’re lookin’ good! I'm lookin' forward to it too!

–Okay, you've made up your mind, right?

Raffaello: Yes, let's just do it.

Giotto: Aight, let's get started!

Raffaello: Right!

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(2/5)

Raffaello: –Hey you, the cat over there! Go back to sleep! Don't move at all!

Cat: Unya!?

Giotto: Oh!?

Raffaello: The shading of your fur, the marbling of your paw pads. Until I’ve carved them perfectly on this canvas!

Giotto: (The force Raffaello has when using his brush is truly terrific… It took me by surprise.)

Cat: Meoow~

Giotto: He must be a very experienced model if he can go back to sleep again~

Raffaello: Giotto!

Giotto: Yeah!?

Raffaello: You're off to a slow start! This is our live painting, right!?

I’ll end up finishing the painting all by myself! Does that satisfy you!?

Giotto: ! No way! I'm not gonna let ya have all the fun! Count me in as well!

Raffaello: That's better!

… … …

Raffaello: –Ugh, with this result, it would score about 60 points…!

Giotto: Hey hey, no one's watchin' today. There's no need to bring somethin’ ya can call "perfect" to the end.

For us, this live painting’s… a distraction, so to speak. It's not our goal to be evaluated.

Raffaello: ! … Aaah, that’s right!

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(3/5)

Giotto: Haah, haah…

Raffaello: The picture, the picture's done…

Giotto: Now, let's take our time to look at the paintings. Though it might be hard to see in this darkness…

Raffaello, I’ll take care of your brush now.

Raffaello: Ah. … Sorry, I must have done it again.

Giotto: Don't worry 'bout it. So, how ya feelin' now?

Raffaello: –Recently, I have been putting down the brush halfway through a painting, but I was able to finish it for the first time in a long time. I owe it to you, Giotto-san. Thank you.

Giotto: Not at all, we’re in the same boat. Thanks to ya keepin’ me company me, I was also able to paint a picture for the first time in a while.

Aaah, but time flies when you're paintin’, doesn't it?

Raffaello: I was surprised to see that the sun had completely set.

Giotto: Aaaah, I'm tireeeed~ It's a nice feelin’ of satisfaction.

Raffaello: Ah. If you lay on the ground as it is, your clothes will get dirty.

Giotto: I’ve been paintin’ like crazy that I’m already covered in paint. We both are.

Raffaello: That, too, is right. … I will sit next to you.

Giotto: Okay.

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(4/5)

Raffaello: … You said that "painters needs to paint to face themselves". Perhaps it is like you said, Giotto-san… Today's live painting was a lot of fun. To be honest, when I look at the finished product, I have many thoughts about it, but... I think this is who I am now.

Giotto: Haha. No way, I was thinkin' the same thing.

(It was nice to sell well as a painter and get the public’s attention, but that increased the amount of work that came in. Gradually, I could no longer find the time to face my paintings.)

(Both Raffaello and I were finally able to do that today. It was a nice distraction.)

Raffaello: Did something similar bother you too, Giotto-san?

Giotto: No, it's nothin’. I just thought we might be a lot alike.

Raffaello: You and I?

Giotto: Hahaha.

–Oh? Ya heard any noise, Raffaello?

Raffaello: A noise? … Ah, you are right. It is like something popping…

Giotto: Ah. Again.

Raffaello: Could this be the sound of fireworks?

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(5/5)

Giotto: I see. So the evening part of the event has begun.

Raffaello: Yes, it was a fireworks display.

Giotto: Hmmm, unfortunately, the building’s in the way, so I can't see the fireworks. I can only hear their sound.

It’s ‘cause I avoided the area near the venue. I'll hear about it later from those who went.

Raffaello: Fufu, is everyone having fun, I wonder?

Giotto: –Hey, Raffaello. I'm sure Ingres is also watchin' the fireworks somewhere.

Raffaello: …

Giotto: Just like ya, he hasn't stopped paintin'.

Raffaello: You… think so?

Giotto: Yeah. So ya keep goin’, keep shinin’ like those fireworks, and Ingres will look at you. You, who’s an artist.

Well, it might be a lil’ less convincing ‘cause I can't see the fireworks from here…

Raffaello: Fufu, well, you are right. You cannot see them from here. But even if you cannot see them, you know they are fireworks just from the sound. Like that, I will be myself. I will continue to paint for me.

Giotto: Yeah, that's right!

~ End. ~

[pawblematic-moved]

︶꒦꒷ . Girl intruder with no future, a computer claims my soul—burdened with a nasty burning, obscene yearning for control . ꒷꒦︶

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at times, i get a little cruel.

I believe in love above allllll, so don’t be a fucking meanie about people having fun n’ being silly and happy and we won’t have any problems ⁠☆ Also no we don’t sell any grapes here this is a lemonade stand fuck you.

Please talk to me about my husbands, especiallyyy Randal.... Nyeheheheh.... ^^

On a somewhaaatt more serious note thoughhhh.... I’m VERY possessive about Randal and I’ll never be normal about him ever, so please don’t say you love him more than I do. I don’t share him either and I don’t want to see or hear about any other shipps involving him that don’t also involve me. Thank you in advance ^3^

I love all things vintage and/or cute, so if you ever see anything among the likes of it, don’t hesitate to show me! If you want to, of course. If you don’t then that’s fine too.

I don’t have an all-set DNI as I prefer to just block anyone I don’t like, but: I do NOT want proshippers (inc. shotacons/lolicons), misogynists/racists, zionazis or terfs interacting with me in any ways possible. Thank you.

Something I also think is important is, do not in any way shape or form make fun of/talk bad about my interests to me directly or when I’m around, especially Ranfren, as I am heavily hyperfixated on it. I am extremely attached to my interests and will get very upset if you tease me about them or insult them in any way.

I support all good faith identities - including “contradictory” labels such as lesboys and bi lesbians.

I don't consider myself a N/SFW account by any means, but I do hornypost quite often, so block the tag #kitty's perving out if you don't want to see that.

ฅ≽^˶> ﻌ<˶^≼ฅ★*☆♪ Thinkin' bout them freeeaakssss〜

I do not condone, support, glorify or incentivate.

I have BPD, NPD, OCD, GAD, AVPD, DPD, level 1 ASD, delusional disorder (erotomania), persistent depressive disorder, chronic hallucinatory psychosis, dyscalculia and suspected ASPD. These all greatly affect how I live and act, so please be patient and bear with me if you will.

I take especially long to answer to DMs, so if you’d want faster replies, then sending asks instead will be better.

Please be aware that I may not always answer to asks or DMs.

This is not intentional or selective, so please don’t think I’m ignoring you or anything like that! Most times, it’s simply fault of my terrible memory, or I might not know how to answer to what you might have sent me...

This also applies to post replies or me being mentioned in posts.

In a somewhaaatt similar note, I block people for several and endless reasons, sometimes for no reason at all even. So, if you ever wanna know why I blocked you/want me to unblock, then feel free to send me an ask about it! I can’t assure you that I’ll actually unblock you or follow you, though〜...

(๑･ω･) (๑･ω･) I do have a few amount of OCs that I may not post about very often, but you may feel free to ask about them—and their universe—if you so wish. I also have an art tag, but do beware the cringe nyeheheh....

Taken anons: ⚠️, 💢, 🫶, 💫, 🪡

Let's be friends!

[bluddymonster]

#FLOWKAGE

https://on.soundcloud.com/WCA4GhLTtfLd6UWM9

im here to colonize the minds of the youth that you've misled

the hat read put together am i right or am i left?

this visual demonstration

point fingers at your presentation

in a pedophilic nation

conquered by vile rapist

its a waste of back & forth

but if your hurt stay the course

you gon pay for that though

like your kids in that divorce

yes im fuckin ruthless

i'll leave this black dragon toothless

have his jaw wired shut

& unable to drink juices

go ahead call it boring and say that your snoring

them 3rd grade raps more corny than im horny

even with the one flow cant deny that im scoring

im the black cat when it come to writing stories

and these expository

stop them narratives

you got a shout from rory

that's funny not discouragin

i appreciate your courage

but you speaking about surface shit

god bless the child who has to learn shit the hardway

if u thought i would quit your in for some long days

i illicit these responses cause i spew truth like kanye

rough around the edges but never acting in a broadway

hoppin on a live speakin in such a broad sense

my heart been set since before your lil brother got hit

destiny's amusing my favorite type of entertainment

and at my GOAT arraignment we will laugh at your hatred

they dont like us

specially when you might just

mic up

& blasphemize their life till they lifeless

i'll keep it honest wit ya boy

i hate you fuckin oldheads

complaining bout the truth

though it was asked by muhammad

& i know it aint my fault

we can open the vault

go line for line

you'll get your legacy disolved

when the best of me's involved

the lesser me gets lost

that veteran minimum

just aint cutting it lil dawwww

you must be injury prone

cause the history shows

them epiphanies u had

aint changed shit at all

yall told us that this rap shit was established for the sellouts

now i echoed that statement and you wanna let a yellout ?

fuck that shit ima lay you to bed now

tuck you in nice with a pamper and some meds now

your 50 right?

how was that rectal examination?

i hope your health is amazing

but after this ass whooping

they gon have to double check ya anus

fix ya lips to diss me

yo bitch ass gon need dentures

i'll go ten for ten

you'll be the end of my adventure

the fans soul's famished

they miss when rappers were clever

you spit a fat joke

and now you falling flat forever

whats your opinion on that diddy shit?

rather hear that than these opinions bitch

put the game on me boy you know that i been killin shit

the weight on my shoulders makes me perform better bitch

call me what you want

but you cant call me a phony

thru all my worst days

i wouldn't ever look below me

to beef with anyone i dont feel is worthy

on an ig live or an ig story

the truth hurt dont it

the shoe fits dont it

i make ya mood switch

then leave you feeling broken

5 types of rappers

that we see in the game

a few worth the listens

some aint worth the plays

some tryna be lyrical

confusing syllables for message

others spit spiritual

miracles in their sentences

some sell their soul

then be rappin with a vengeance

rape the culture

then get supported by the veterans

music isnt owned

by the artist thats a fact

cant even get paid

more than a cent for your rap

but you screamin out cap

lemme spit more facts

the fact is you well respected at your craft

u respect the truth

and u appreciate the math

if they give you a percentage of a cent for a stream

that smells really similar to slavery to me

ill say this gently

since you misinterpreting heavily

if the shoe fits wear it

your medley speaks to the spirit

and you say the same thing

you gahdamn midget

what the fuck is music worth?

if we dont make no money?

that is the approach

of all these rappers who be dummies

if that shit was for you

i woulda left you a clue

you a black starr baby

i heard all your tunes

them shits inspiring

and i think the worlds spiraling

are you in a bind ?

is that why your viraling?

chasing clips consciously

i think its comedy

i'll destroy your whole colony

with my lyrical sodomy

im stomping on your playground

pushing the bullies to the ground

fuck your gatekeeping

this is my slide now

cause yall didnt back joey and he was badass

yall didnt back bishy even doom saw his talent

yall didnt back the zombies you treated em like trash bags

whole city of underachievers where the raps at?

pass the baton

or get stomped in front of your mom

and yes im spittin it calm

cause the truth in these psalms

it seem that beast coast flame

is really dying out

ice spice the hottest out

& everyline that leaves her mouth

is poop fart shit,

dont pout

their was also 6 9

and yall let that one rock

everybody on the block

was screaming the lyrics of a cop

you from a clown ass city

with rats big as birds

you can say that its gritty

its just dirty you heard

fix ya mouth to diss me

you gon end up with some dentures

on this lil adventure

ill probe you on whatever

fantastic souls famished

fishing for sumn clever

he spat a fat joke

then end up fallin flat forever

flat like the monitor

when somebody passes

the old game

was sold for the bettering of masses

anger seeping thru your pores

anytime you grab pen

tryna fix your head

to discuss everything i've said

the messenger may die

but the truth has been said

rather that then the lie's told

like rap hasn't been sold to its end

if you take the truth to heart

maybe its cause the shoe fits

but i'd never defend something

that i thought wasn't legit

rather bite my tongue

& keep the air in my lungs

then waste my time on lines of lie's

from someone white as a dove

i try to stay congruent

to the part of me that loves you

all the portions of my hate

have been healed by these tussle's

im not no russel simmons

but my meditation is in rhythm's

singing lavish hymms

about tryna change the system

polution of the mind

they want the tea like lipton

but i make the world tremble

with the truth when im spitting

anytime i utter words

their on the edge of their chairs

[dendrilart]

What's your personal art history?

That's a lot to unpack. lol I feel like talking about myself is boring to people so I'll include a TLDR at the bottom.

I was always very interested in art. I started creating characters in kindergarten and kept drawing and writing stories about them throughout grade school. I have a folder full of stories I wrote and illustrated, stapled together on notebook paper. The main characters were anthro reptiles and amphibians, living in a Florida community called Swampy Side. There was a whole cast of other animal characters. A gang of cats that bullied Lizzard and friends. (I know sp is wrong. I can't bear to change his name, lol) I was drawing them regularly until about 7th grade when I got hit with the Jhonen Vasquez influence. Started drawing monsters a lot more then.

Horror/spookiness was always an influence. I explored that more as I got older and nearly dropped the cartoons completely, but even in my old comics I gravitated to spooky themes. I think I was influenced by high school and early college education making me think I had to do fine art and not even considering illustration. I just painted and drew a lot of monsters. Explored styles - Stephen Gammell and Manglo Yukaman were big influences through that. Horror movies of course.

Eventually I came back around to doing more illustration and narrative work and started working on a webcomic called Estranged. I wanted to combine my interest of the paranormal and art. I burned through the first chapter and never really picked it up again for a long time. I have since started re-writing it. Like completely. Actually, I've re-written it several times. There's always a big enough gap between bouts of enthusiasm for it that I want to make significant changes.

I got a job doing t-shirt design and pre-press work for a local screen printer and did that for 8 years. I became the art dept. manager part way through and it eventually burned me out. I saved up and quit to pursue art and freelance full time. I've been selling various products and going to conventions here and there. Working on my portfolio and submitting to agencies sometimes.

TLDR; Drew cartoon animals as a kid. Got more interested in creepy art and comics as I got older. Painted monsters while confused about direction of my work. Then a "Real Job" as a screen print artist. Now I'm selling my own products and art and freelancing.

[nsfwhiphop]

Lauryn Hill - Doo-Wop (That Thing) - Lyrics - Karaoké night

"Doo Wop (That Thing)"

Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize like, you know? Yo, my men and my women don't forget about the deen Sirat Al-Mustaqim Yo, it's about a thing If you feel real good, wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down and you called him again Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even fooling him If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim sleeping with the gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem Baby girl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending them Now Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn. It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again, come again, come again, come again, come again Guys you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women Him and his men come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend popping yang like you got yen Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement The pretty face, men claiming that they did a bid men Need to take care of their three or four kids And they face a court case when the child support late Money taking, heart breaking now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky silent men the punk domestic violence men The quick to shoot the semen stop acting like boys and be men How you gon' win when you ain't right within? How you gon' win when you ain't right within? How you gon' win when you ain't right within? Come again, come again, come again, come again, come again Watch out watch out, look out look out [4x] Girls you know you better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing [2x] Guys you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only all about That thing, that thing,that thing [2x]