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moml (highschool AU! henry creel / reader) chapter 4

chapter 4: know who you are at every age.

chapter namesake: know who you are at every age by cocteau twins.

*quick a/n: LMFAOOOO i am tired of long a$$ titles so i abbreviated it. also, thank you all so much for the reblogs, and feedback! i love to see comments, opinions, and thoughts on my work, it keeps me wondering if im doing an okay job at this.

this chapter was originally going to be muchh longer, but i decided not to. i was gonna post it after vol. 2 premiere but i was like nahh.. i pretty much have my own storyline and universe set for this fic, so there is gonna be some pretty big canon divergences in this fic, hopefully yall are okay with that lol. i might incorporate some things from vol.2 into later chapters, but we will see what happens tomorrow. omg im so excited. anyways, enjoy.

i need to make a masterlist for this fic, but here are the previous chapters.

*warnings: strong language, crying (LOL), your moms name is samantha, last name hughes, blah blah ok ok i hope you enjoy!

The next morning came with an air of opportunity and excitement. The sun rose, just as you did, shining brightly, fully rested, ready for a day full of confidence. The small rays poked through your curtains, kissing your face, as you opened your eyes, and awoke, you smiled.

You knew it was going to be a good day.

You were fully rested, studied, and you knew you were going to kick that ACT’s ass. Just as you promised your mother, you would get in that good, prestigious college, you would get that good, six-figure paying career, and move her far away from Hawkins, where she would no longer have to live the pace of the small town life, and run a family pizza parlor. You had big dreams, and you knew you were going to accomplish them.

Feeling particularly giddy, you swung your feet over to get out of bed, stretching as you went over to your nightstand drawer, and pulled out a personal mixtape filled with your favorite songs. You would only pull out this bad boy when you knew you needed to up the ante for your ego.

Loading the tape in your boombox sitting on your dresser, the first song, “Everything She Wants” by Wham! Jamming out of the speakers. Going into your closet, bobbing your head and shifting your body to the music, you picked a particular outfit, one that you wanted to reflect your mood. Finally, feeling satisfied with your choices, you jumped in the shower, all the while the music was still loudly playing in the background. You smiled at the thought of knowing your mom would come knocking at your door, complaining the music was too loud, even though she secretly enjoyed it.

However, the knock never came.

As you got out of the shower and dressed yourself, you turned the music off, noting the eerie, still, quietness of the house. You looked at Luster, still sitting idly on your bed, by now, he would’ve been following your mother around as she fixed coffee and sat on the porch.

“Ma must’ve had a late night, huh, Lusty?” You crouched down beside the bed and rubbed his head, him producing a small “mew.” You opened your door, walking out into your hallway, noting the deafening silence. Something just didn’t feel quite right. There was no TV playing the morning news, babbling on and on about small town issues, there was no smell of coffee, no chirps of birds as your mother always left the kitchen window open in the mornings. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The air was empty, devoid of any life.

“Ma..?” You croaked through the thick silence, you slowly walked to the living room. The TV was off, its black screen reflecting you walking up to it, the couch was empty, the recliner, all of it, empty. The front door was shut, your mother was not out in her rocking chair peacefully watching the innocent nature play before her. The kitchen, too, there was no smell of the particularly pungent coffee she would drink, the frying pan she cooked bacon in yesterday still sitting on the stove. It was as if time had stopped completely in your little home.

“Ma!” You called out again, feeling a drop in your stomach, you ran back to her bedroom, surely, maybe, she just slept in right? You busted through her door, your body feeling heavy, like a ton of bricks fell on you as soon as you saw her bed.

Empty. Nothing. No one was in it. The covers, still pulled back like yesterday evening before she left for work. Her pillow still having the slight indentation on it from where her head lay. She never made her bed, she was too much of a busy woman for that, you always scolded her for it. Her bedside lamp was even still on. Now, you realized,

She never made it home.

“Ma… Ma..” Your voice started to crack as tears began to well up in your eyes, dragging over to her bed, where you collapsed at the end, knees on the ground and your face in the covers, “Please… Ma..”

You began to sob like a baby who just lost their toy. You were at a loss for words, your mind rushing with the thousand possibilities of what could’ve happened to your mother last night after you hung up the phone. You felt immense guilt as you remembered hanging up on her before she could even say “I love you back,” you felt so incredibly selfish. You were worried about feeling rested for a stupid test, you felt so happy to go to bed, not even knowing what happened to your poor mother.

“Ma,” was all you could utter through sobs of continued crying. Maybe she would walk up behind you and say, “I’m here, sugar,” rub your head and say, “It’s alright. Don’t you go crying now.”

It never happened. All that you heard behind you was a soft “meow” from Luster, as he nuzzled up against your leg. Lifting your heavy head up from your breakdown, you looked down at him, with solemn eyes, “She’s gone, Luster.”

Luster just stared back, though, with those full yellow eyes of his. He didn’t comprehend. How you wished to be him right now, the only concern of your life being eating and human affection.

As you pet him tenderly, holding him in your lap, your eyes shot up at the bedside lamp that suddenly started to flick. Not flick regularly, it began to go crazy, like a wild bull at a rodeo.

“What the fuck..?” You whispered to yourself, suddenly Luster began to dart out of your arms, meowing aggressively at the lamp. Then, the ceiling light began to flick wildly too, Luster becoming increasingly more aggressive as the chaos ensued.

“Shit!” You became scared out of your wits, your mom is possibly gone, now a fucking demon is haunting your house? Running to your room to grab your keys and bag, the flickering lights followed you, now your bedroom lamp began to flicker, in a wild rhythm, just like the other lights. You then ran to the kitchen, where it stopped momentarily, but you looked up at the parlor light as it began to go wild too.

“Fuck, Lusty!” You grabbed him, hauling ass out of the door, onto the porch, “We’re getting the fuck out of here!”

Luster, however, had other plans, he jumped out of your arms and ran behind the house, disappearing off into the deep woods behind your house.

“Lusty!” You screamed, but you felt no use in running after him, your energy drained after the many turns of events that happened this morning.

You exhaled, plopping down on the porch steps, head in your hands and squeezing your temples, wondering what you are possibly going to do now.

“Focus.. (Name),” You murmured to yourself, “You can’t let your nerves get the best of you like that, it isn’t what Ma would want…” Trailing off your pep talk, you lifted your head to look out into your neighborhood scenery, hoping to find an answer in the space in front of you.

You knew out of all things, you had to go down to the police station and report your mom’s disappearance. You didn’t care if your mom had only been gone for 12 hours, it was out of character for her, you knew something had gone wrong. It was time for you to be a big, adult, independent (Name). You stood up, collecting your wits, you were going to put on a stern face, march down to the Hawkins police station, and tell Powell about your mother’s disappearance, clear and cold cut. Jiggling your keys in your hand, you walked towards your car, reading your watch: 7:55 A.M.

You completely disregarded school.

Pulling your car into the smooth concrete parking lot of the police department, you turned your car off, putting your hands on the wheel, inhaling a huge breath. You exhaled, “Okay.. (Name).. You’ve got this.” However, your hands still shook, you were still at a loss for words from this morning, and your eyes were still puffy and red from the tearshed. Once again, you took another inhale and exhale, woo-saying as you got out of your car, and headed to the door.

Before you could even open it, a familiar male figure opened the door instead, swinging to the outside.

“Ah..! Samantha’s kid..” The male stated in a snarky-toned voice, his glasses sitting haphazardly on his face, “What are you doing here? Giving your mom trouble?”

“Officer.. Callahan..” You breathed, God you couldn’t stand him, especially since you knew he sucked up to your mom just because of his huge infatuation with her, “No, actually, this is more serious.”

Your serious face and tone gave him an implication to shut up with the jokes, Good going, (Name), that’ll keep his stupid mouth quiet, you thought to yourself.

“Oh… Come in then.” His tone became shaky upon seeing your expression, walking past him, you turned the corner to go to the front desk, when he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Is she okay?” His eyes went wild with worry, his breath down your neck, “Your mom, is she-”

You interrupted him, it was a fresh wound for you, hot tears beginning to well up in your eyes, you turned your face to him, “Callahan, she’s-”

“Callahan, let the kid go.” You heard a stern, cold, monotone voice. Powell, you recognized instantly. His presence was commanding. The grip off your shoulder lifted, and you quickly wiped the forming tears out of your eyes, facing him with as much determination as you could for the given circumstances.

“Hughes, what are you doing here? Something the matter?” He looked at you with a little concern, and you just nodded your head yes, barely able to produce syllables.

“Alright, come back to my office,” Callahan began to follow you two, when Powell pointed a finger, “You, stay out here, I don’t need you overwhelming them again.” He scoffed and stomped off, murmuring something under his breath about a “troublesome kid.”

Nervously stepping into the office, you gripped the bottom of your shirt tightly, as if you would fall into a million pieces if you let go of the fabric. Powell sat down comfortably, watching your nervous form with confusion, “You can sit down, Hughes.” He gestured to the seat across his desk, you obliged, sitting down slowly, taking a breath in.

No one spoke for a few moments, then Powell cut the silence short, “So, what’s going on?”

You looked up at him, still gripping the bottom of your shirt, when you decided to let go, you can’t be scared, (Name), you’re here for one reason only, not to play around.

“My mother,” You started, “She’s gone.”

“What?” Powell questioned, his flat expression turning into a confused one, “What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?”

“She didn’t come home last night after work.” You looked down again at the floor, “She was already late last night, so I called her, she picked up, we spoke, said goodnight, and she never came home.”

Powell’s eyebrows raised at your rather… simple explanation, however he got his notepad out of his desk and began writing.

“And, what time was this?” He asked as he began to write scribbled details down.

“I called her around 11:45 last night, she usually comes home around 10:30 after closing up shop.”

He nodded his head as he wrote down details, then asked, “Was she in contact with anyone that you know of before she disappeared?”

“Um,” You tried to remember if she mentioned anyone, “She said she talked with Mrs. Karen Wheeler for a while before closing, which is why she was going to be late in the first place.”

“Did you… call the Wheelers?” He looked at you as if that was an obligation for you to do, you just shook your head no, feeling slight defeat rise up your neck.

“Well, (Name),” Powell sighed, “It’s only been 8 hours since you last heard from your mother, we will look into it, but we won’t let it go public until she hasn’t come back for a day or so.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, blurting your thoughts out loud, “Why? Why would you not let it go public? This is my mother, for God’s sakes, this isn’t like her to be gone even for 5 hours!”

Your anger seethed through your words, and Powell just kept his stern, straight face, “(Name), please, calm down… we have other cases to look into, your mother already reported dead animals around her property, we are looking into that, as well. Maybe it has something to do with this, like I said, we will look into it.”

You shook your head, look into it, you thought, as if it’s a neighbor filing a complaint about loud teenagers having a party every weekend.

“Shouldn’t you be in school, anyways? It’s 9:15,” He looked up at the clock, your stomach dropped to the ground, school…

Fuck, you forgot.

You hurried out of his office, hearing Callahan’s retort as you walked out of the door, “Get to school kid!” You offered him a middle finger, not even bothering to turn around to see his shocked expression, as if you had killed his dog.

“I thought Samantha raised that kid better than that!” He looked at Powell, who just shook his head and walked back into his office, seemingly stressed with the situation at his hands.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You slammed your fist against the steering wheel, as you brung your forehead down on it. You were late for school, almost 2 hours, missing a test that decided your fate as a future committed member of society, or a failure wishing on a prayer for a better life.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat as you raised your head off the steering wheel, your eyes, red and extremely swollen, your hairstyle now messy, disheveled, as you had wrung your hands through it out of nervousness.

As you crank your car up, you felt nothing but pure despair in the pit of your stomach, as you stared into the brown building of the police department. They were your beacon of hope, the trust dwindling away, and now you were slowly becoming lost on what to do about your mother.

You weren’t here.

You weren’t here, and that’s when Henry knew something was wrong. He looked up, turning his attention away from the test to your empty seat, the first hour passed, maybe you overslept?

But then, the second hour came, and you still weren’t there, sitting in the seat beside him, acting like you didn’t want to talk to him, but babbling his head off. Henry put the top part of the pencil in his mouth, nibbling slowly at the eraser, dwelling on what could’ve caused you to be late. You took that ACT test too seriously just to miss an entire day of school, or even be late, and the anxiety began to build in his chest. He then turned confused, why did he care about you so much anyways? First, your expression after you saw the mauled animal, and now, you being late, something of your own consequences. Now look, you’ve got him strayed away from his test, not even focusing on what’s important.

The sound of a loud door being slammed open led him out of his thoughts, everyone in the classroom directing their attention to the source of the disturbance.

There you were.

There you were, standing, disheveled, panting, as if you ran the 100-mile marathon of your life just to get here. Henry took in your appearance, shocked, you looked… unsightly. Your hair was all over the place, your eyes red and swollen, purple bags forming under your face, almost an empty cocoon of what (Name) usually comes to school like.

However, he became slightly excited seeing you, especially when you both made brief eye contact. Seeing your grotesque appearance, he wanted to do nothing but get up and go over to you, and ask you what’s wrong. He wanted to solve your problems, he wanted to be the solution.

Wait, what? He thought, pushing the ramblings to the back of his head, directing his attention down to his test, trying to prevent eye contact with you from happening again.

“(Name)!” Mr. Brown exclaimed, “Are you insane?! Step out of the classroom, now!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, turning around and waiting out in the hall for the angry, short man, not noticing Chrissy trying to make eye contact with you to ensure if you were okay.

The next ten minutes went with you essentially begging with all your life to let Mr. Brown let you take the ACT, despite being late. You tried your best to explain your circumstances, without the grisly details, citing a “family emergency,” as your reason for tardiness. You weren’t exactly lying, you just didn’t want to cry again thinking about what happened earlier in the morning. He finally gave in, allowing you to go in and take the test, however saying he would report this incident to the counselor, fine, you didn’t care.

You sat down, beginning your test, not even paying attention to Henry looking at you with an expression one could only identify as caring. As you were going through your test, you saw a small sheet of paper make its way into your vision on your desk.

“Meet me in the courtyard at lunch.”

You turned to look at Henry, the obvious owner of the note, but he was back focusing on his test.

Lunch came, walking out into the humid air of an Indiana spring, you looked up at the sky, shielding your eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

It was a pretty day, an ironic shame of your ugly circumstances.

You wearily walked over to the table where you and Henry sat last, sitting down, and sighing. Your body felt like it held the weight of a thousand burdens, which to you, it did. You felt guilt rising again in your mind, thinking of your mother, her voice, you didn’t even allow her to speak what would’ve been the last words you heard from her: “I love you too, goodnight, sugar.”

However you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, seeing Henry’s figure come into view, you already felt like you knew what he wanted. He was going to ask why you looked so unfortunate, you knew, it was in his curious, but caring nature. You just questioned why he cared so much.

He walked up to the table, sitting down across from you, giving you that thousand yard stare again, you just looked away, not feeling up to any particularly awkward advances today.

“(Name),” He finally spoke, “Are you okay?”

It was a plain and simple question really, but you couldn’t help but feel your chest become heavy again. The question was one that broke you into a thousand pieces all over again.

“Yes, I am fine.” You lied with a shaky voice, feeling everything you’ve been through hit you like a train. That didn’t phase him to leave you alone, he saw right through those words.

“No.” Henry flatly stated, looking at you with a serious expression, “No, you are not. What is wrong?”

That did it for you. You felt tears spilling out of your eyes, like a river bursting through a weak dam, your weak facade not able to conceal the sadness you felt.

Henry got up from his adjacent seat at the table, and quickly sat beside you, awkwardly placing his arm around your shoulders. This quick embrace surprised you, you’d never felt touch like this other than from your mother, you just looked up at him with tear-ridden eyes. He just looked at you solemnly, as if he felt sorry for you, and you hated it. You hated appearing so weak, so defenseless, you needed your shell, your comfort, the facade you put on everyday to come back. However, it never came, and you allowed the embrace to happen, you melted into it. You dug your head into the slight cavity between his chest and armpit, crying harder into his shirt, and he never pulled away, he only held you closer. You pinched his shirt tight while releasing your emotions, breathing in his slight smell of fresh laundry detergent and subtle vanilla cologne, something that kept you gravitating more into his comfort.

When you finished your small episode, you backed away slowly, his arms releasing you carefully as if you were a piece of porcelain glass. Looking at the mess you made on his shirt: tears, snot, and possibly other things you didn’t want to think about, you just uttered, “I’m sorry..”

“No, no, you are fine,” Henry rested his hand on top of your idly seated hand, another sign of his affection that you recalled.

Embarrassment took over as you realized what just happened. You just confided in Henry Hopper’s arms. The boy that you swore annoyed you upon the day you almost ran over his sister. Even naming that stupid frog after him. Yet, here you are, weak, wavering, opening up to him, feeling your pride slowly suffocating.

Here you go again, about to make the puncture wound in your pride even deeper, “My mom, Henry, she’s …. She’s gone.”

“Gone?” Henry looked perplexed, “She didn’t come home?”

“Yeah, after closing her shop last night, she didn’t come home,” You breathed, adding, “I talked to her last, I told her I loved her, I hung up the phone, and I didn’t even give her the chance to say it back, I-”

“(Name). Breathe, again,” He squeezed your hand a little tighter, “You didn’t have any knowledge of this happening, okay?”

His voice was so comforting, like warm blankets after a cold day, he made the pain feel a bit easier, but even he knew the guilt wouldn’t go away that easily, you were too hard on yourself.

You simply nodded, looking down at the ground, searching for some of your old humanity, but none to be found.

“I told the police,” Henry looked at your face again, which was now hidden by your disheveled hair, “They didn’t seem too concerned. They aren’t going to let it go public unless she is missing for over 24 hours.” He didn’t say anything, just offering comfort physically by massaging the top of your hand with his thumb, an attempt to calm your now shaking knee.

“Then..” Damn, you were just easily unraveling yourself to him, “The lights in my house..”

Henry’s breath stopped in his throat, now looking with seriousness formed on his face.

“The lights in my house are going crazy, flickering all over the place, like a ghost is haunting me.” Before Henry could question you further, a female voice called out your name in concern.

It was Chrissy, walking quickly over to you, worry present in her endearing eyes, “Are you okay? What happened? Why were you late this morning?”

Questions, questions, too many questions, you thought, it reminded you of Callahan at the police station.

You turned to the side to say something to Henry again, but you were too caught up with answering Chrissy to notice his now empty presence.

After you confided in someone for the second time today to Chrissy, you walked to your locker to prepare for your final class of the day. You and Chrissy parted ways, promising that she wouldn’t tell a soul of your mother’s disappearance until it went public. You felt a little worried, but you trusted her, after all, you knew Chrissy was a genuine girl…

Hopefully, you thought. Your mind then skipped back to Henry, embarrassment seeping into your face as you remembered literally screaming into his arms. It made you cringe, but you tried to be easy on yourself, you were going through something that the average human being didn’t have to deal with.

Opening your locker, you huffed thinking about your boring history class, but your attention gravitated toward the ground as you noticed a piece of torn notebook paper fell out of it.

Picking it up, you wondered who was being a stalker, turning it over, you recognized the neat handwriting.

There was a phone number. Words followed under it:

“Call me later. We need to finish our discussion. -H.”

the deyassification of reader

#henry creel x you #001 stranger things #henry creel x reader #henry creel #peter ballard #peter ballard x you #001 x you #jamie campbell x reader #jamie bower #bugs fics #moml series

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devondespresso · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday!

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In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

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That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIPs

ok so im cheating a little because i don't have many written wips but i do have unfinished projects sitting on my desk! so for those i'll be spending 10 minutes on it in place of writing 3 sentences

1. Claudia Henderson Canon Character Masterlist (written wip)

2. The Steve Henderson AU i might actually finish who knows anything could happen (written wip)

3. Season 3 Dustin Custom Funko Pop Keychain (physical wip)

4. Chrissy Cunningham Custom Funko Pop (physical wip)

5. Måneskin Battle Jacket (physical wip)

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its the Steve Henderson AU babeyyyyy

i feel the need to clarify that im outlining this bad boy right now and making event timelines and highlighting reoccurring themes and shit so the prose is Not Good. This ones an elaboration of a sticky note i wrote before bed one night, reformatted for readability because its literally just a block of text in the document gdskfjadaljfha

(listed right after “Season 2’s very long demodog-fighting tunnel-scampering day”)

STICKY NOTE: “Scene with Claudia and Dustin addressing Dustin lying in season 2, Mews, and their relationship. Probably before [the] hospital [scene]. Started about him disappearing all afternoon [and] segue[s] to Steve helping him and then to helping Steve because he has no one right now.”

Wanting to make sure to add this scene because Dustin's relationship with Claudia is just as if not more important right now than Steve's relationship. This is adding a reasonable and implied scene from canon and using it to establish and expand Dustin and Claudia's relationship by having this confrontation about him lying to her and all these things he's not telling her.

This establishes Claudia's need to know what's going on and how persistent she is with it, which will end up pushing Dustin away to Steve for more than just upside down stuff because of how casual Steve is about everything (like crushes and shit as we see in the train tracks scene in season 2).

Also Dustin's lie in the show is kinda shit anyway like he says he'll stay home and then runs off the whole afternoon??

They're also gonna have to address Mew’s death and Dustin's gonna give a half-truth (maybe Steve gives it since the show can't decide if Dustin is a good liar or not. Or its a cover story decided beforehand? We’ll figure out specifics later) about some rabid dog killing Mews and Dustin hiding it because he didn't know how to explain it without hurt his mother’s feelings and how he got Steve to help track the dog down so it wouldn’t hurt anybody else.

And from here Dustin talks about how cool Steve is and how he got hurt helping him and the party and how he wants to be there for him too (cause Steve is in the hospital for the concussion right now). Maybe Claudia picks up on the wholesome admiration and that's why she gives in or maybe she just agrees to take Dustin to visit him and seeing and meeting Steve makes her decide to take him in. probably a mix of both. Might have to be Dustin's pov if Steves not there but maybe it'll work out so where Steves there for part of it and the rest is implied afterwards at the hospital and days that follow (again we’ll figure it out later)

real quick tagging @loser-jpg @nymime and @elmoshipsbyler absolutely no pressure ofc🕺🪩💃

#imma be honest this whole things kinda just a way for me to share stuff about this au #since people have actually asked about it i feel bad i don't have anything for you guys other than a vague summary and occasional commentar #devon's steve henderson au #steve henderson au rambles #i have so many fucking sticky notes with mega important plot points stuck to my monitor #also babys first wip wednesday!!! woohoo!!#the tags are All Over The Place today #stranger things

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cha-eunwoow · 6 years

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#everybody who makes the schedule at my job is a dumbass #EVERYBODY #we just hired this new girl right she had one opening training shift so far #she doesn’t know how to make drinks yet she doesn’t really know how to cut mark which is another opening training shift this coming Tuesday #and today she is a closing training shift with me #on the day of the week because it is so busy and hardly anything is going to get done #worst day*#and because the people make the schedule are such dumbasses they put somebody on the schdule who quit 2 months ago #so what did these dumb asses decide to do??#put the new girl who hasnt even had the training time or the certification to close where they scheduled the person who quit #and im already mad im just closing for the mext two weeks now i have ti worry about this mew girl quitting smh #liv talks #dont reblog

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greedentstripes · 2 years

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My Top Posts in 2021

Deidra@Shelly: So, what's it been like raising Nick? It's hard being a mother, I tell you that! But I love every single day of it. Us moms got to stick together, hm?

(Shelly looks down) At the start, it was really hard. He was different from a lot of children his age, and i’m not talking about the stripes going down his back either.

(Shelly twiddled her paws together) It took about 6 or 7 years for us to figure out our child was autistic, and then from there, it got easier. Knowing that much, we were able to work around his condition and get him some help.

(Shelly looked down again) But the adjustments could only help so much... by the end of eighth grade, i could tell he was looking more and more disheveled. Eventually, given a recent...excuse, I decided to stop putting him through school. I don’t even want to homeschool him, I just... want him to feel comfortable.

(Shelly sighed submissively) He’s learned enough, so i’m not going to bother putting our child through secondary if it means making him depressed. He’ll mature eventually. Maybe he’ll mature slower than most kids. That’s a certainty i’ve grown to accept. By the time we’re dead he’ll be more than ready to fend for himself.

(Shelly perked up, looking at the Deoxys before her) But you’re right. Mothers need to stick together, to share their struggles, and their accomplishments. And on the days where Nick is at his happiest? I'm happy. And so is John. And we therefore live our lives a day at a time, looking forward to the days where Nick is at his happiest. It's a rollercoaster, but raising Nick was well worth it.

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The zorua smiled approaching very quickly Shelly with a cheery smile "Hello there love !" she greeted before reaching over to her side taking out a bag "I brought some pokepuffs for you and you're family here !" she now looked over the place "Say love, I would love to hear about you're younger years with you're husband do you have any fun stories"

(Shelly giggled graciously) Aww, thank you dear! You shoul--

(Nick bolted in with a look of excitement) POKEPUFFS!!! YAAASSS!!!!--OUCH!

(Shelly is quick to grab Nick by the scruff of his neck just before he can do any damage.) --dn't have...Nick, hun, i know you're excited about these things, but can you PLEASE NOT tackle our guests in excitement?! For Zamazenta's sake, show some control!

(Nick sniffles, breaking into a sob realizing what just happened) S-sorry mom...sob...

(Shelly releases Nick's scruff and then turns him around to hug him tightly and consolingly) Ni--Nick, don't cry...I'm sorry I had to discipline you then and there. I know you know better, you know you know better, you just need to learn to curb impulses like these. I know you love these things as much as a sweet Malasada, but you're a grown Greedent now. You're bigger than me and Dad even. You can't go doing that anymore! It was cute as a Skwovet, but...you're not a Skwovet anymore.

(Nick sighs longingly as he calmed down) I-I know. Ma'am? I'm sorry I almost tackled you, Miss Zorua. I meant well, but I got excited...

(Shelly giggled) What are we supposed to do when someone gives us treats like these, dear?

(Nick) Sit patiently on my haunch and say "Please" and "Thank you!"?

(Shelly) Good boy! Now go play your video games dear, I'll bring you in a few pokepuffs in a minute. Lemme finish up my conversation first though, okay?

(Nick) Yes mom! I love you mom!

(Shelly) I love you too Nicky.

* As soon as Shelly lets go of Nick, and hears the door to Nick's room click, she continues with her conversation with Darling.

(Shelly lets out a sheepish and embarrassed chuckle looking downward apologetically) I'm sorry about my son there. Normally, he's kind of shy and curious, but when you mention things he likes, *Shelly snaps her paw* just like that. Super excited like a young Yamper. And then he gets embarrassed when he realizes what he's been doing, and well, ehe, neurodivergent children, what can you do? Just gotta push them away from the wrong direction every now and then. But usually, my son is well behaved.

(Shelly clears her throat trying to brush aside the distraction from her mind) Anyways, that aside, you know who was spry like a Yamper? John, when we first met. Bounciest little Yungoos I ever met. Would have never believed he was three quarters of a year older than me had I never asked! He had a real fighting spirit in him, but I was so much stronger than him that I didn't want to outshadow him, so I held myself back as I watch him topple rattatas and the like, complimenting him all the while.

(Shelly showed a tiny blush on her cheeks and ears, as her tail suddenly poked in front of her face) I guess all that complimenting and such ended up being the fuel for our future relationship, because I suppose as it went on, it didn't take long before most of those compliments became not only encouraging, they were also starting to become genuine as well, most especially after he evolved. Then they started getting heartfelt and lovey-mushy...

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Livingston @Cody: "Fascinating! You're a real live Mew!" He adjusts his glasses, looking with awe. He straightens slightly, and he smiles. "My name is Livingston, I work as a professor. If it's alright with you, I'd like to ask a few questions about your life. Where I come from, it's pretty rare to still see purebreeds, let alone Mew."

(Cody turns around) Yea, sure, I wou--

* Cody's pupils scaled immensely, seeing the shape from which the question came from. His fur went pale, and without saying a word, he surrounded himself in an entirely opaque green psychic bubble, of which no one can could see inside nor outside of it. He cowered in the middle whilst in a nonverbal episode, inhaling and exhaling rapidly until such time in which he can muster enough strength to teleport to safety.

* Long story short, Cody is going through an episode; it had been years since his last bout with PTSD, but it would appear as if the sight of a Flygon, or a Flygon hybrid as it were, was enough to set it off. Why though?

* The clues seem to be coming together...

15 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 16:01:20 GMT @ask-team-misfit

(askingstickypaws) Rue@ Nick: "Your tail is good for hiding things, yes?" The Paleon signed with a piercingly curious look, "Do you hide trinkets or treasures there? Just food? A walking treasure chest, huh?"

* Nick watched Rue make intricate movements with their paws and arms, and tilted his head in confusion. He pulled his phone up and opened a text-to-speech app.

(Nick) I'm uh, terribly sorry, I understand you want to tell me something, but I don't know Sign Language. No one in my family has had need to learn it so I've never been taught.

(Nick handed Rue his phone) Would you mind transcribing your words to this phone? I hope it isn't too much trouble. And hey, i'm open to new experiences, maybe you could teach me sometime though?

15 notes • Posted 2021-11-04 01:00:44 GMT @askingstickypaws

(tempest-waves) Chase @ Nick: "Oh hey, you're a... Greedent, right?" Chase smiled. "There aren't very many other species where I live, so seeing so many has been really cool!" He paused, then sheepishly rubbed a paw against the back of his head, hoping that hadn't come across wrong. "Anyway, uh... what do you think are some fun activities at an event like this?"

(Nick) Yeah! I'm a Greedent. A little bit of Gumshoos in there, but I look entirely like a Greedent shape wise. You can call me Nick by the way.

(Nick) Well, er, there are some tents on the roof, you can do some stargazing, maybe try to make up some constellations or find ones you recognize or have learned about. And then out front, there's a campfire and some logs where you can tell stories and eat s'mores. We might be running low on chocolate though unless Willow planned ahead that much? I don't know just how much Atzin and I ate the other day, we lost count at some point. Just don't eat twice your weight in s'mores or you'll be sorry. We knew we were.

(Nick) And er, Willow just recently opened up a concert by the gazebo. If you want to rock out, offer some songs to the Toxtricity up front and they'll get your back.

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nemirutami · 4 years

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How to grow an audience as an artist (by your own means)!

There’s been a lot of discourse lately in the art community and I’ve seen a lot of small artists bicker with big artists regarding followers and commission prices. Well, I’m not having any of it. I made a nifty tip-list on twitter on how to grow an audience and I think it needs to be said here too for those who need to hear it.

This thread is for you, me, and everyone who wants to grow an audience & find business opportunities. I've compiled a list of helpful ways to have your art seen (from my own experience) and i'll be breaking them down step by step in this thread. Let's start with 1.

1) You should not only be posting on twitter (the search engine is very poor here). You should post your art to instagram, tumblr, deviantart, Youtube, ANY media platform where images and videos are easy to digest. It's a chore, but also a worthy sacrifice to get more eyes on you

2) If you post in a EU timezone but your audience is mostly american, well, then you missed your optimal posting window. Know where most of your audience is located (you can put up a poll!) And schedule posting during/around a time where people are likely to be free + awake.

3) Supporting other creators isn't annoying! Your engagement doesn't only help boost the artist you love in the algorithm, but it also makes you easier to find if someone clicks on their art to read the comments! It's a win-win for both of you!

4) If you want to make sure your work is seen, use tags on all the art you post! On twitter it looks ugly (that's why i don't do it often if at all) but on sites like instagram and tumblr it's easy to hide tags for aesthetic. Know what tags are most active and tag accordingly.

5) If you draw something really popular, keep in mind that the content pool for said popular thing/ship is INFLATED. Try to bring something new to the conversation. Something that makes people go "i NEED to follow this person bc they're the only one that GETS IT".

6) Twitter and tumblr (with the right extension) has a function that can "turn off retweets/reblogs" To make sure others are guaranteed to see your art, you can post it again as a new post to make sure it doesn't get blocked by the RT/RB feature. Repost old art for new followers!

7) Collaborating with others helps build both your audience and your friends/mutual's audience! If your interests align (like fandom or even ships) people from both your sides are more likely to go follow you/your friend based on what they see! Give your best in collabs!

8) Not everyone can host streams because of cpu limitations, but what you CAN do is make step-by-step gifs/imgs with online tools to then post it online. Make sure you host streams when people are free and not at work! It's a good chance to engage in chat live, too.

9) If you have commitment and time, join zines, fan projects, weeks, and events hosted by your fandom. This way, you're making content of something you love and you have an audience already willing to watch what you make!

10) You can host your own digital zine to avoid merch/shipping cost and put it up in an online store for download! You can also host weeks/events yourself to get others on board. Only make physical zines/prints if you know what you're doing and have resources to spend!

11) character bdays, game updates, and game release dates happen once a year, but they happen once a year for PLENTY of things. This way, if you draw for things you love and post on the day it's most relevant, more people will be likely to search/share and see it!

12) We all know when the next nintendo direct drops, we see artists RUN with excitement to draw for it RIGHT AWAY. This is both bc we're excited and because we know we have a small window of oppertunity to hit the PEAK of online activity. Your art is more likely to be seen NOW.

13) You have to make content to be seen. Sometimes, being seen doesn't mean your art is good as much as it means you're posting consistently and giving people reason to come back to you/enjoy having you on their feed. The more you post, the more likely you can be seen/rtd.

14) Sketches, doodles, wips, unfinished things! None of these things matter as much to your followers as it does to you! Most of them enjoy seeing you post art, no matter what kind. Post sketches, doodles, comparisons, etc! Let them see/share more of your work!

15) Don't be afraid to interact with your followers or even people who approach you with questions! Being social is difficult, but know that followers love when you reply to them (speaking for myself bc i love when other artists or reply to my comments )! Engage!

16) You'll learn this from personal experience. There are (with attitude) definitely bad clients and bad artists. But all you need to consider is being respetful and mindful and take your clients consideration to heart. If you can't offer something, be honest! They'll understand.

17) You can grow a lot in a year, but you know what will impress people? If you take that 1 drawing you did when you were 14 of tokyo mew mew and redrew it in your new style! Success stories are worth following. Hard work is always valued and appreciated- flaunt it!

18) Tutorials or step-by-steps are easy ways to get more artists to notice you because we're all trying to do our best to learn and grow. By posting studies or tutorials, you're not only inviting others to share your experience, but you're inspiring them to try new things!

19) Have your art/business email EVERYWHERE. In your twitter bio, on your instagram, tumblr, youtube, etc. Anywhere where you might need it. This way, no matter WHAT platform people find you on, they can ALWAYS count on reaching you via email if your dms are closed!

20) There are several free websites (weebly for one) that offer a lot of freedom and customization. My best tip for making a site is: make it organized, easily readable, un-cluttered, to-the-point, and aesthetically pleasing. No complicated navigation; focus on accessability.

21) Sometimes, drawing 1 popular thing ONCE is not enough. This is bc unless you have something unique or mainstream, people will go where they can get more of said popular content. If you've already been drawing for a fandom, yr more likely to get followers from that fandom.

22) The most important point. Never equate your audience to your worth, and never equate your followers to a progress bar. It's insulting to both you and your followers who are rooting for you. You're worth much more than you get, but it's your job to make others see it. BE LOUD!

Addendum: I didn't put "luck" here bc it isn't something you yourself can control outside of what I've already shared. But keep in mind a lot of the time, it really is about A LOT of luck. Keep your head up, and do your best. 10 followers or 10k followers idc, IM rooting for you.

#tnt txt #rant #idk im tagging rant in case sm1 doesnt wanna see my yell

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crypticpaws · 3 years

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ive questioned if i was a cryptid for a while now, at least a year...

im attracted to cryptidcore, weird shit, "goblincore" if you will, and the dark side of fae entities

i often feel like im supposed to be some sort of unknowable creature with big teeth and long claws and sometimes, if you catch me at the right time, way too many eyes

but every time ive tried to dive deeper into a cryptid otherkin identity, two things happen:

nothing feels right, no cryptid recorded feels like me

it triggers my paranoia and scares me

im interested in cryptid stuff but i cant explore it like i want because it scares me and keeps me awake at night...

i don't feel human (or Mew, or jackal) sometimes, i truly feel like a cryptid and i don't know what to do about it

im the kind of being that needs labels, i need to know what things are

i also read that "cryptidgender" is supposed to be exclusive to people with psychosis?? not sure about that either...

idk. if anyone has any advice, please message me or drop a comment. no reblogs please. also any anti-kin/anti-neogender people will be blocked, im not here to tolerate hate.

#advice needed #otherkin #fictionkin #cryptidkin #cryptidgender #tw: psychosis #tw: paranoia #NO REBLOGS #nonbinary

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willow-trees-are-beautiful · 2 years

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I posted 1,722 times in 2021

191 posts created (11%)

1531 posts reblogged (89%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 8.0 posts.

I added 37 tags in 2021

#rb bait - 8 posts

#vampie vibes!! - 8 posts

#reblog bait - 5 posts

#im not gonna do whatever you tag me in if its a game - 3 posts

#also i am in pain because a laundry iron fell on my head - 3 posts

#/p - 2 posts

#he wants to date me so bad he used his spending money on making me more acceptable for his mom - 2 posts

#just that i feel like im gonna need it - 2 posts

#void but also light but also girl but also no but also void and then the light is there. consuming everything.you cannot espcape it. - 2 posts

#hmmmm - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#however i do have about twice the trauma of a normal teen so i must make up for it with really good communicationskills which i dont have

My Top Posts in 2021

sometimes, being an outsider is harder than knowing all the gossip and thats ok

11 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 19:32:38 GMT

give me the weirdest book explanation and i'll try to guess wich book from these options,

harry potter

all percy jackson

six of crows

chaos waling

mortal instruments

pages and co

a place called perfect

cinder

cress

scarlet

winter

fairest

narrator has no dad but does and walks around killing things bc theyre afraid the things will kill them (they will) and meets beings beyond fheir comprehension compiled into human form and one being can see 8 miles into solid rock and another being is so tall that their shoelace could have been mistaken as a tree branch and theres also an inflatable godzilla and memory reading.

did i do it right?

12 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 16:46:29 GMT

talking with old friends is so chaotic sometimes. you know, you have to catch them up with your identity crises, your new mental disorders, and your gossip, and then you can comment about current topics.

16 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 22:47:26 GMT

This is my introduction post!

Im Whisper, Willow, Artemis, Mist or Sky.

Pronouns: she/her, they/them, Pump/Pumpkin/Pumpkin spices/Pumpkin spice’s/Pumpkin spiceself, Kit/Kitty/Kittys/Kitty’s/Kittyself, Mew/Mew/Mews/Mew’s/Meowself, Pa/Paw/Paws/Paw’s/Pawself, Li/Lion/Lioness’/Lioness’s/Lionessself, Pet/Pet/Pets/Pet’s/Petself, courtesy of @pronounsrus!! Please dont disrespect them.

Please send asks. Im not available anytime but I will try to get to your ask as soon as possible.

Submissions are open. Anything you would want me to share is free but I am a minor so no nsfw stuff please.

Im demisexual (i think) (or maybe just ace??) so please try to be aware of that!

I do have a bf so no weird anons

Just went through a gender crisis so gender = questioning rn. I may be bigender?? Idk.

I may ask for pronoun checks from friends cause emotions go brrrr.

I should probably mention that i am not going to respond to posts if im tagged. sorry to those who've already tagged me in posts.

Queerphobes will not be tolerated on this blog.

21 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 00:11:19 GMT

today, my mom made me call to get a hair appointment and it was exponentially easier than my brain made me think it would be so if anyone’s procrastinating calling someone or someplace, i promise, it’ll be much easier to get it over with.

36 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 19:26:30 GMT

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*sigh* noooo

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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h0neywheat · 5 years

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#squad and lovenote! (i was actually meaning to ask you about a rundown on their dynamics for a while so im glad you reblogged that lmao)

#squad:who's friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?

Since I only ever talk about the the main four, I’ll kinda break down the kids’ dynamics since they all sort of come to see Ramona from the point of view (a mentor/older sister figure), just a different points throughout the story.

So, Wheatley, Micah, and Esther, or as I like to call them, the MEW crew are all high schoolers who somehow all ended up landing a part-time gigs as a magical kids because some weird mystical agency thought they were outstanding enough in various leadership skills to be gifted various powers and the ability to transform and travel between the human realm and the realm of the Echoes. Echoes are essentially physical manifestations of fears people have and are currently polluting the world by trying to corrupt the human race to fall into an everlasting state of anxiety. Only magical kids are able to see Echoes, so it is up to them to essentially conquer the world’s fears.

Lore aside, these three are a pretty goofy group.

(Jeez, I ended up typing way more than I thought I would so I’m just going to put this all under a read more ah)

Wheatley is the president of his school’s culinary arts club. He’s fairly shy, but has enough drive (and a intense enough special interest in baking) to reboot a club that was long dead. It’s an awkward start since he doesn’t have a lot authority in him, but it doesn’t take long to learn who’s in the club just to dick around and who’s really in there learn and have a good time.

Micah has recently transferred to the same high school as Wheats and impulsively took up the role as robotics team captain as a way too meet new people, He did robotics at his previous school but it’s not a big enough interest of his to further pursue it. He just thinks it’s neat. Too bad, being the associated with robotics also pretty much makes you the go-to tech support/appliance repair guy when the school can’t afford an actual IT team.

Wheatley and Micah end up meeting after a blender breaks down in the home ec room and it don’t know how else to put it other than, the immediately find each other charming and start pining immediately for each other because teen love is just like that. It doesn’t help that they’re both magical kids end up crossing paths while both transformed and they do the whole “you’re just like me” ala Spiderverse and Wheats is like “doesn’t this suck?!” and Micah is like “no this is actually really cool, what are you talking about? we’re literally superheroes” and Wheats is like “ugh fine, tell me what you know” while secretly being jealous but the type of jealous that’s really like “god, how dare he know what he’s doing, be kind, and know how to talk to other people, I hate him and his stupid glasses on his stupid cute face.” Whereas Micah is kinda like, “oh sweet that cute baker kid is also a magic kid too.” Except they are both in denial and won’t admit they have a crush on each other while also being super obvious.

An thus begins a duo that’s full of friendly banter and teasing (because they are gay) and trying to learn how the hell to deal with they’re newfound powers and the Echoes they are up against. The both approach their powers differently so a lot of antics seem to ensue between the two of them.

Esther is the president of the art club and Wheatley and Micah’s rival school. She is also the head photographer for the school’s newspaper so she ends up getting an assignment to photograph the football game between the two schools. Wheatley is only there because a huge game like this equals a big crowd and a big crowd means lots of funding for a club centered around food. It wasn’t his idea, but the club advisor’s so he’s stuck running a bake sale in an environment he hates. Micah is there due to a robotics club meeting ending right before the game and he decided to stick around.

Turns out big social events are a good place for Echoes to gather. Man it sure is a good thing both Wheatley and Micah are here, oh wait, who’s that? It’s Esther! The boys are surprised to discover there's another kid just like them...way more agile too, like she was doing like back flips and shit and kicking major ass while they just sort stood their and beat up the smaller Echoes because wow, she really looked like she knew what she's doing.

Micah is the one to introduce himself and Wheatley, but Esther is the one that pesters and pries because she thought she was alone in all of this mess and it's really amazing that they are all close to each other in terms of location. Like neighboring towns and whatnot.

Esther’s the one to suggest they all team up since there's more power in numbers. Micah thinks it’s a great idea while Wheatley is a little apprehensive since they literally just met her, but she assures she knows what she’s doing and promises that together they’ll be a great team.

Except Esther pretty much self-appoints herself as leader and thinks she is best suited to manage the three of them as a team. Wheats doesn’t really mind since he believes he has a lot to still learn and actually enjoys the perfectionism Esther has because he himself is a perfectionist in his own ways, but the whole “in charge” thing doesn’t sit well with Micah. He would rather they all work together on the same level. Micah and Esther butt heads a lot at first because their ways of approaching responsibility, although they are both hard working and social kids, differ intensely. Esther’s frustrated at Micah’s lack of having a set plan or being indecisive and Micah is bothered by Esther’s constant need to insist her ideas are the best ideas out of all three of them.

They don’t actually fight each other, but there’s a lot of bickering that eventually gets on Wheatley’s nerves to the point he has to remind them they are all a team and it was those two that wanted to work together in the first place. But since the three of them end up around each other so much, they eventually learn what works between everyone and have really great synergy.

Micah and Esther now know how to poke fun at each other without actually crossing any lines because it turns out they have a lot more in common then they would like to think and come to behave more like close and caring siblings as time goes on.

They are all really good kids that form their own close knit friend group and I love them so much.

love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?

Well, I already talked about Wheatley and Micah. And I really can’t give the details on Rome’s love life because that involves [redacted] and there’s a whole bunch of spoilers that I don’t want to reveal just yet. Also Esther is gay and doesn’t know it yet, let her figure it out.

#oh my god i really just dumped all this info didn't i whoops #thank you for the question though it was really fun to write all that backstory #also 'meaning to ask' anon you flatter me #my ocs #wheatley baxter #micah maizel #esther anand #Anonymous

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booabug · 6 years

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a cowboy-yee, swoleperstitious lot

heyyy rn wheere im at is whenever i stesp back and look at my life im like “uhhhhhhhh theres a lot goign on here” you knpow like when you foirst see a mewme (lmao typo but mew like cat hahahah chat noir memes are called mewmes this is canon i personally flew to france and individually asked every member of the writing team by invadiung their home precisely at the time tjhey’re in the middle of dinmer and they cinfirmed this mid-knife fight)

or liwke (lol uwu) how you probably just reacyted to that giant run on sentencew (uwu) in parentheses.

I AM LACKING MENTA:L ACUITY RIGHT NOW BEAR WITH ME ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

okay right anyway id like to respond to asks and replies and reblogs becaiuse ive gotten truly beautiful ones lately and i am very very blessed so bless like incredibly super a lot blessed thanks 2 u BUT im having trouble finding balances rn so? i might ghost on this blog? i might binge spam you? I do not know.

I do know some ppl get anxious when they put thsmelves out there with someone biut donmt get a response cause ive been there so the original point of this post was to let tjem know im not ignoringf you... im just not at “ive been therE” about bwing a perfectionist but also all over the place. i realize thats whats happening here, and when that happens w other stuff ill go ITS ALRIGHT JUST FINISH IT AND MOVE ON buuut i cant do that w u guys ur 3precious5me

cause the other stuff im working on just going ‘hey it’s whatever’ at but not you. i cant do that!!! being absolutely compelled to whole-ass the other stuff is unhealthy, but getting to have you share your enthusiasm and curiosity with me? dude! those are two things i really love a wole bunch! (haha i meant whole but... a swole bunch. my love for those is swole. just absolute buff as hell)

i can hardly think of anything healthier for me than responding with the same energy. so even if i dont like putting it off, i will wait until i can respond not half-assed. you get the whole ass. the entire thing.

cause you’re worth it. ur worth the (S)WHOOOOOLE booty

tl;dr— I wrestle-hug you to the ground. you are pinned by the sheer weight of my tiredness but also magnitude of emotions. its a strange feeling. and i might disappear like swoosh swoosh a ghost who knows when. but i mean well. pls remember that as u blink in confusion under my vague affectionate mumbling. things like “you mewme a lot to me”

#cuack #not ml #boo speaks #long post #id shorten it but parts keep making me laugh so BEAR with me #ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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gglitchshit · 6 years

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this was an artist ask thingy i should have reblogged but i felt like just filling it instead lmao

pretty much stolen from @claraknight dfgfgs

im very bored and i dont wanna sleep yet lets go

1. Are you self taught or are you taking classes?

I’ve been attending art classes/schools all my life sooo. But TBH I worked for this with practice and many, many tears.

2. How long have you been drawing?

19 years if we consider kindergarten

I have been pretty much drawing all my life lmao. +Digitally for 8 years. Started to take art a little more seriously during high school. That’s almost 10 years ago.

3. Do you consider yourself as a good artist?

HGSFDKDJjhlks you’re asking a person with low self esteem orz.

4. What annoys you the most about being an artist?

I’m honestly bothered I can’t draw 24/7. That’s all I ever wanna do in life. Be an art machine. But art block and depression and life happens. :(

5. What do you draw the most?

My garbage gay OCs.

6. How old are you?

23 yo.

7. Has someone said you were bad?

Well......not exactly “bad” but yeah... By an internet friend. It’s okay I am better now *muscle emoji* (and tbh he was right dfjkhgdf).

8. Who inspired you?

My artist inspirations literally change every day, help.....

All I can say is that a close friend from high school inspired me to start digital art with a tablet+SAI (because before I was using mouse and MSpaint) and I’m very thankful...

9. What do you feel about ____’s work?

10. How did you came up with such a pen name like yours?

Oh god I had a few...

-AnnaZoey was my first one. Mew Mew Power, you know, the 4Kids version of Tokyo Mew Mew was my first ever anime, and I really liked the protagonist, Zoey. And I combined my real name and hers (first as Anna/Zoey) so I could fool an online chat that I’m IRL Zoey Hanson...don’t ask I was 12. And then it sticked with me for nearly 10 years, dear god...

-The next one was ANZU, which....I honestly don’t know. This “Anzu” name just strucked me at one moment when I was looking for a new name and I was like hey... that IS me. I like it. But let’s write it with capital letters so it’s more original lol.

-GlitchPirate is not even half year old and I already wanna change it. Well...I like glitches...and pirates... and I am a glitch...and a pirate... ỳ̺̙a̳͠rr ̧h̵̲ḁ̼̝̗͉̬͕ŗ̩͔r̨̹̻

#about me #tagged #ok not exactly but yeh

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blastingxff · 7 years

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Jessie’s Plotting guide

Tagged by: @deadworlddenizens

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun Name: Paige

OOC Contact: IMs are the best way of getting to me. I do have Skype and Discord, however I don’t really use them very much. Asks are a tricky thing for me with OOC so if you want me to be sure you want to talk OOC send me an IM.

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Jessie is a young woman in her early twenties who is a member of Team Rocket and the leader of her squad. A rough life has rendered her fierce and defensive over those she views as hers. She is not one to handle lightly, and despite her tough exterior, she is very fragile.

Points of interest:

*Jessie’s true personality - Many see her as the loud, overbearing member of Team Rocket. She is rude, offensive, selfish, and holds no care for anyone else’s feelings. However, these are all defense mechanisms she put in place specifically because if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have survived her life. If someone can get around her wall of defenses she’s created, they might be quite surprised. *Jessie’s past - Jessie’s past has been littered with heartbreak and abuse. She has spent most of her days homeless, and nearly all of them without family or anyone close to her. She won’t talk about this often, she loathes pity and refuses it. However, perhaps some empathy would go a long way. *Jessie’s Mother - When she was five years old, her mother left for a mission to find Mew and never returned. What she remembers of her mother, she loves and cherishes. Her mother is her only evidence she ever had a family, or ever had anyone who cared about her. She constantly goes back in thought to her mother, and it is a huge factor for why she’s in Team Rocket now. *Jessie’s dreams - Jessie had many dreams growing up. She’s wanted to be a pokemon trainer, a pokemon nurse, a performer. She went to school to become a pokemon nurse only to have the entire system screw her over. She auditioned for a performance school, but her friends made it in. She didn’t. Now her dreams are more realistic (well, for the normal person, to her they’re impossible). She wants to get married and have a quiet life. She longs for stability. *Jessie’s mental health - Her life has continued to beat her down with a stick until she can’t move anymore. She’s been abused, neglected, forgotten, rejected, and ignored. A slew of traumatic experiences have rendered her with anxious tendencies, panic attacks, ptsd, and depression. Though she doesn’t realize it. She has never been in a safe place to make sense of these feelings. She just knows she gets angry and she gets panicked and she gets afraid and more, but no one has ever spoken to her or cared about her enough to help. She doesn’t realize there’s anything wrong except for just her. She is on the verge of breaking.

What they’ve been up to recently:

*Main Verse - Jessie has recently gotten news back from Headquarters about her mother. Her mother is alive, and has been communicating with Team Rocket over the years. Jessie is immediately heartbroken, but she has no idea how to voice these feelings- her mother, the woman she loved so dearly didn’t want her. Would rather have been dead than be her mother. Of course, the actual situation is a lot more complicated, but Jessie doesn’t know that. *AU- New Beginnings - After a plan gone terribly awry, Jessie finds herself grieving her two best friends and alone in the world again. Out of mercy, she has been allowed to pursue her old childhood dream of being a Pokemon Nurse. A month has passed since the events, and she’s focusing on studying- if she allows herself much time to rest her mind will focus on her lost friends. *Older Verse - In her mid-forties, Jessie has married her longtime sweetheart James (based off of the epilogue of the manga). Years of starvation and intense physical work left her almost completely infertile. However, by some miracle- she was able to conceive. In this verse, she has an eight-year-old girl named Miya, after her mother. She and James have a fashion salon where they do everything from hair to make-up to costume design.

Where to find them:

*Main Verse - She can be often found wandering towns alone, or pulling a scheme with James and Meowth. I often don’t feel comfortable writing fight scenes without prior planning, so I prefer having more emotional encounters. *AU- New Beginnings - At Professor Oak’s place, mostly in the study room she uses. She usually has to be caught when out making tea. Sometimes she gets to a cafe to study. *Older Verse - At her salon or her house. She spends most of her time caring for Miya and booking clients, but she can be convinced to leave the house.

Current plans:

Currently, I would just like to expand on the three verses here. I want to add more depth to her, I want her to be able to open up and I want her to be able to gain some friends she feels she can talk to. Or even some mentors and motherly figures. I love plotting things out, so if you have any ideas please come to me!

Desired interactions:

*Open book - I would love someone, canon or OC, to gain her trust enough for her to really start talking about her life. Or at least her mother. It might be easier said than done though, she’s locked away these tears as best as she can - and if she starts talking about them it’s guaranteed to be a flood. But she’ll feel so much better afterwards. *“Hey, you’re not so bad” - Especially with canon characters who know her when she’s putting on her Team Rocket show. Put them in a situation where Jessie can be more herself instead of the villain she’s had to be. Just resulting in realizing that perhaps they don’t always have to all be enemies. *Thelma and Louise without a tragic end - I want Jessie to have friends. Especially female friends. A badass girl squad, really. She’s tough. There’s been a lot of talk in this post about her vulnerability, and while she is, she’s also incredibly strong. I’d love to be able to play with this. *Jessie to the rescue! - Going off of the previous, I think there are definitely times Jessie will step in to save someone. If she saw a girl being harassed, or one of the twerps in serious danger, she’d step in. I always have a scenario in my mind of one of Ash’s female companions finding herself in a spot of trouble with pushy or predatory guys, and her stepping in because she’s been in the twerpette’s position and she wouldn’t wish it on anyone. And now, Jessie’s got the physical fighting skills to fully defend. *Friends and Teammates - This is a little harder to fulfill, but I do always welcome squad interactions. I think the TR friendship is incredibly important and I love playing with it.

Offered interactions:

Of course, I’ll do any of the desired interactions. I will do more villainous encounters with Jessie, but I really need these plotted out first. I don’t think Jessie is inherently evil, despite what people say or think, so it’s harder for me to push that side of her. I need you to talk to me if you want her to be a pure villain.

I do also multiship, but I do need communication too. I want to know what you want and what you’re thinking so I know how to play my character.

Current open post/s:

The best way is to start through a meme or to start an IM conversation with me for plotting. I have a growing page of starters that are always open. Multiple people can respond to the same starter. I don’t do well at flying by the seat of my pants, i get too anxious, but I love plotting.

Anything else?:

I love plotting. If you get me a character relationship that I adore, I will tell you all my headcanons as they form. I can easily talk and plot out a whole arc that gets me super excited if the situation is right. I love plotting. It gives me motivation. The story itself doesn’t have to be solidified, heavens no, but like- preplotting relationships so I’m excited to get to the end.

Tagging: anyone who hasn’t and wants to tbh. Still bad with tagging people XD Sorry!

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1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I love being tall but short girls are cute so really idk  2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) dragon  3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Uhhh, i wear like a bunch of different styles, so idk alternative maybe.  4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Barbie as a little girl, there was this cool computer one, n then grand theft auto san Andrés lmao 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: I hate this question, smoking, J, and what I'm gonna do with my life 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning, always honey and like things to be very specific /always asks questions 7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? ----- 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic].... i don't mean to be bland but, what?  9: Are you ticklish? No, and yes, sometimes ?  10: Are you allergic to anything? Lol jalapeños, codeine and bees  11: What’s your sexuality? Straight, a little bi curious also intimidated by females 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Coffee or cocoa 13: Are you a cat or dog person? Both theres no in between  14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Im already an elf, so there.  15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? I guess Jenna marbles i don't really you tube much  16: How tall are you? 5'8 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I honestly don't even know  18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]. 125 lb 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? 👻👻👻👻👻 20: Do you like space or the ocean more? The ocean  21: Are you religious? Not really 22: Pet peeves? Silverware scratching together, inconsiderate people, people with no manners, bad drivers, dramatic people, preppy attitudes,  23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Diurnal i love summer  24: Favorite constellation? Gemini  25: Favorite star? North star idk actually  26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? Yes and no  27: Any phobias or fears? I fucking hate moths not so good with heights  28: Do you think global warming is real? YES HOW IS THIS A QUESTION  29: Do you believe in reincarnation? I have no idea  30: Favorite movie? Oh god, the sound of music is what first comes to mind, I'm sure here many more.  31: Do you get scared easily? Depends??  32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 9  33: Blog rate? ------------ 34: What is a color that calms you? Bluueee 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Canada, Germany.  36: Where were you born? Vancouver Washington, usa  37: What is your eye color? Hazel, brown  38: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert that tries extroverting  39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yes lol 40: Hugs or kisses? Hugsss but lovee kisses 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? Too many to list  42: Who is someone you love deeply? Alexander  43: Any piercings you want? I want my septum back, wish i had to tits to pierce my toung n nipples.  44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Duuh  45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? Ive smoked cigs but quit and i smoke hella kron 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!  47: What is a sound you really hate? Metal on metal metal on glass the sound of people yelling  48: A sound you really love? Moans, rain, kitten mews  49: Can you do a backflip? No :(  50: Can you do the splits? No 👺 51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Ugh whats her face  52: Favorite movie?.... really  53: How are you feeling right now? Kinda dumb lol  54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Purple or blue  55: When did you feel happiest? Omg i don't know uhhh  56: Something that calms you down?food, bongs, sex, animals, hugs,  57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] no ? Not real ones lol  58: What does your URL mean? Anchorite is someone who secludes themselves away due to religious reasoning and ailurophile is someone who loves cats so basically i seclude myself away for cats. Idk i was young when i made this.  59: What three words describe you the most? Sweet, goofy, homebody  60: Do you believe in evolution?  61: What makes you unfollow a blog? User is extremely fake, out for the fame mostly  62: What makes you follow a blog? Cute, energetic, stoners, artistic, relative content to what i post etc 63: Favorite kind of person: happy kind funny energetic out going but not too popular  64: Favorite animal(s): turtles cats dogs  65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @northernmanhood is the only dirty blog i like lmao then @brianna-n-s and @littlewriterman But honestly i have loads of favorite blogs 66: Favorite emoticon:❤️😘🌷😊 67: Favorite meme:i don't have one 😋 68: What is your MBTI personality type?what ????  69: What is your star sign? Gemini  70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? Yes but shes getting old 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?leggings and a t shirt for comfort and in the summer shorts and belly shirts  72: Post a selfie or two? I have posted many selfies 73: Do you have platform shoes? No I'm tall enough don't wear heels  74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I was born missing half my ear and a bine, causing me too be deaf until i was 7 and had a procedure done :)  75: Can you do a front flip? Yes on a trampoline but i cant land it lol  76: Do you like birds? If there far away and i cant hear them lol  77: Do you like to swim? I love to swim  78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming for sure 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: depression  80: Some thing you wish did exist: fair healthcare in the usa  81: Piercings you have? None rn 82: Something you really enjoy doing: hiking, smoking, playing video games.  83: Favorite person to talk to: my best friend mariah  84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Must have lol 85: How many followers do you have? Like 350 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I doubt i could run a mile  87: Do your socks always match? No lol  88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? I mean you're not supposed to lock you knees but yes  89: What are your birthstones? Pearl and alexandrite  90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A black cougar  91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A tulip  92: A store you hate? Walmart  93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? Uh idk ive never tested it but usually one or two  94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly, reading minds would be destructive  95: Do you like to wear camo? Not a hunter so no  96: Winter or summer? Summmmmeeerrrrr 97: How long can you hold your breath for?1 minute lol baby lungs  98: Least favorite person? Lets not go there  99: Someone you look up to: i cNt think of anyone 100: A store you love? H&m lol 101: Favorite type of shoes boots 102: Where do you live? Oregon 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nope  104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Amethyst or blue sapphire  105: Do you drink milk? I loove milk  106: Do you like bugs? No what who likes bugs lol  107: Do you like spiders? Really no lol 108: Something you get paranoid about? Police! Not being attractive to my partner  109: Can you draw: yeah i can  110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? This question  111: A question you hate being asked? Do you have a job  112: Ever been bitten by a spider? If you haven't you're one lucky bitch  113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Absolutely love 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny. I love clouds.  115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: j. Alex 116: Favorite cloud type: rain cloud ☁️ in the sunset  117: What color do you wish the sky was? The color it is  118: Do you have freckles? No 119: Favorite thing about a person: personality  120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits 121: Something you want to do right now: go to the beach  122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Damn good question. The sky  123: Sweet or sour foods? Sweet  124: Bright or dim lights? In between  125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?unicorns!!! Lol jk 126: Something you hate about Tumblr: blogs that reblog your pictures with nasty captions, and you cant report posts  127: Something you love about Tumblr: the posts  128: What do you think about the least? Lol  129: What would you want written on your tombstone? Lazybonez 130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? No one atm 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My face  132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Sometimes 133: Computer or TV? Computer 134: Do you like roller coasters? Yesss 135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Nopeers 136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed???  137: Do you believe in karma? Sometimes 138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 6 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? Sunny. Bug, kyrie, ky ky. Ky kyie  140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Lol I used to  141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Therapist in HS 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Both just depends on my mood lol  143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving  144: What makes you angry RUDE PEOPLE  145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1  146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?booysss 147: Are you androgynous?what  148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: my stomach  149: Favorite thing about your personality: im a nice person 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. J. Gentry, rachel 151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Does skyrim time count ??? Medieval lol  152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Sometimes  153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] meet me online lmao 154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Yes of corse  155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? I like to play with his but he doesn't like it lol 156: What embarrasses you? Not really gonna put that here..  157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: being unwanted, money, family sickness  158: Biggest lie you have ever told: :(  159: How many people are you following? 1,500 or something i think  160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 4k prob  161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 4 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?uhh i haven't looked  163: Last time you cried and why: yesterday because my bf snapped at me lmao  164: Do you have long or short hair? Medium  165: Longest your hair has ever been: too my butt  166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? Dislike, controls the mind  167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Yes and no  168: Do you like to wear makeup? Yes and no lol haha  169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? No :(  170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? Yes

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