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hella1975 · 2 years

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guyssssss i have gossip again *twirls hair* gather round. so i made a post not long ago complaining about work and i mentioned that i was friends with one of the agency chefs at my work, i called him M in the post, and that we always get a drink together after our shift and it's just really nice. WELL being an agency chef he only stays temporarily, and it was his last shift the other day and because it was his last shift it must have made him cocky, bc this fucker RUINS everything by starting to flirt with me. like literally what is it with men and having to butcher all platonic relationships with girls like king i genuinely really liked you and now you've made me uncomfortable. i started noticing it actually when he offered to pay for my drink like i said the other day bc the way he was doing it was quite ??? and i also just have a v good radar for these things, but then he invited me out for his last day and said i should COME BACK TO HIS HOTEL ROOM AND I WAS LIKE SIR??? he's like in his thirties as well the catering industry has got to STOP. so yeah i was just really bummed out about that but nothing actually came of it thankfully and he sent me a really nice goodbye text saying like 'honestly it was lovely meeting you' which was very sweet. ALSO last night you might have seen i went out haha <3333 and i BUMPED INTO THE COWORKER THAT I FANCY!!! STRAWBERRY GUY!!!!!!!!!! basically when i left for a week to do my resits he also left to go back to uni and he'd kinda said beforehand that he wasn't coming back for xmas so genuinely i thought id NEVER see him again which i was a bit sad about bc he's genuinely so lovely, but NO I WENT OUT INTO THE SMOKING AREA AT SPOONS AND SOMEONE SHOUTED MY NAME I TURN AROUND AND SEE HIM THERE!!!!!!! it was so nice like we got a drink together and he was really chatty and just chuffed to see me and he's said he's coming out tomorrow night (bc we're all doing like a work party thing HELP) so i'll see him again and i just!!! GAH!!! he's just so!!!! like he's just so so lovely like at one point his mate sort of implied that my mate was flirting with him even though her and him are BOTH in a relationship, and it pissed my friend off a bit and she mentioned it and instead of getting all defensive of his friend my coworker IMMEDIATELY was like 'was he being a dick? bc i'll have a word with him if he was' like he just believed her and was willing to talk to his mate if he'd been a knob and it's just he does loads of small small things that are just such green flags and im just here looking at him with heart eyes. what the fuck happened to me

#im gonna tell you EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING that happens at the work do tomorrow #im so excited #but also a lil nervous #im not letting myself get drunk bc i WILL make a tit out of myself #but im curious to see what everyone else is like when THEY are drunk #i kinda hope this coworker might say something #i literally can never tell if he's flirting with me bc he's just always so respectful and nice #UGHHHHHHHHHH #hella slaves to capitalism

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alltimefail-sims · 2 years

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Posting 4 builds this week which is why I've been a little quiet!! I promise I'm working on content that I'm really excited about, not just lurking lmao 😅.

Anyway, is it just me or do updates (though much needed) always feel like they come at the worst time?

#these will be my first big builds I'm sharing on here so I'm really excited #but also a lil nervous #update #personal

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cappydoodle · 1 year

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rereading my own fic and yeah I'm a comedic genius I think

#pokemon #ingo #emmet #akari #hisuian sneasel #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #my arts #id in alt text #aaaand know what im making a new tag #my fics #ehehe i've never promo'd my own writing here i'm a lil nervous but it's fun tho!#self care is rereading your own writing and having fun doing it <3 #if ur interested in the fic it's called tag-along and yknow it's a post-pla submas reunion fic #ingo brought akari and a sneasel with him and emmet found them in the subway tunnels and now they're trying to get akari home #it's still a wip that i am slowly chipping away at again (got sidetracked cause of college bleh)#this scene in particular takes place in chapter 5 and it legit caught me off guard cause i did Not remember writing this lmao #fr i really do love writing this fic cause i get to have big emotional goodbyes and reunions and also the Pizza Argument #tag along au #2k

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rose-stems · 3 months

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pretty- like a doll

sanji x reader that wears frilly cute dresses but is a badass

“So pretty,” Sanji thought*, “like a little doll.”*

Those were the first thought’s Sanji ever had about you.

The first thing he noticed was your pretty pink dress, matching shades of white and pink fabric. Fit to match a ribbon in your hair, holding it in a hairstyle half up.

The next thing he noticed, was the way you walked. Feet pointed and graceful but with the excitement of a baby dear skipping around. You bounced up and down, hair and dress flowing perfectly with your movements.

He was so stunned from gazing at you that he stood completely still, hands full of the bread he was planning to drop off at that crews table.

The table you were walking to.

Oh.

“Thank God.” Sanji thought helplessly,

There was a surging need to speak with you, one that Sanji had like no other. No one ever commanded his attention like you did and you hadn’t even spoken to him. He felt a bit pathetic, to be so deeply interested in you in only a matter of seconds.

His attention was quickly grabbed again when you politely turned to the green-haired man sitting on the far left. You opened your mouth—*those pretty, pretty lips—*to speak and his ears zeroed in on your voice, picking apart its soft undertones, distinguishing it from every other sound in the restaurant.

“Zoro,”—the green-haired man, Sanji assumes—”you didn’t wake me up.” You chastise him and Sanji feels himself be ripped apart at the seams.

The man replies but Sanji can’t make out his words. His ears are tuned to you and your sound only. The next sound you make is light and airy, a tiny giggle bubbles up and you tilt your head cutely. He wants to fall to his knees.

“C’mon, Zozo, don’t be like that.” You say and then wait, staring down at the man (because in this moment, you are taller.) and rocking slowly on the balls of your feet.

The man seems to pick up on the unsaid message and moves to stand up, grabbing his swords to help the process. You give him some space as he moves out and to the side and then cutely grab your dress, fabric lifting and exposing pearly white ruffles. You’re stunning, a picturesque form blessed by Aphrodite herself.

You sit down and take a few seconds to make yourself comfortable, letting the man wait until you’re ready—as he should. You adjust the fabric so when the man sits back down he doesn’t sit on it.

You face the green-haired man and your face lights up. It shines and your cheeks are full and pink as you smile brighter than the moon and her stars. Your gorgeous, beautiful, adorable, cute, you are so many things all at once and it hits Sanji harder than anything he’s ever seen.

“Thank you.” You say.

And his knees buckle, the feeling of weightlessness snaps Sanji to his senses. He’s been doing nothing but standing in the middle of the Baratie, staring at you like a creep.

He rushes to an isolated place, dropping the plate of bread on the counter of the bathroom. He steadies himself against the counter and tries to will his lungs to work.

Thoughts long forbidden rise up in his mind.

Thoughts no gentleman should ever have about a woman as cute as yourself.

About how he’d love to see your pretty face morph into something dirty and pleasure filled. How he would love to hear the different sounds you’d make. Would you squirm? Oh, god he hopes so-

He thinks about how fucking hot you looked as you confidently gazed at the green-haired man. Demanding and silent, waiting patiently to be treated like how you deserve. Commanding in a way so opposite of how you dressed, commanding in a subtle way, a petite way. But confident, oh so confident and strong and hot.

Fuck.

A stumbled out groan reaches up his throat before he forces it down, covering his mouth in shame.

“Get. It. Together.” He thinks, “You still need to go actually serve them.”

He still needs to serve you. Serve…you.

Yeah, he can do that.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. This is a staff bathroom, one which could be locked from the inside and he takes comfort in that. At least no one can come in and see how utterly pathetic he is over just seeing you. He hadn’t even spoken to you, but oh, he wanted to.

He turns the tap on and splashes some water on his face, the coolness helps him bring feeling back into his cheeks.

Feeling better—more focused and less likely to fall apart—Sanji picks up the bread and leaves the bathroom.

The first thing he does is head into the kitchens, dumping the bread onto a platter to reheat and quickly fixing up another appetizer. He doesn’t think about how he was banned from the kitchen and only hopes Zeff doesn’t walk in. Not that he’d truly regret it, you deserve a better appetizer for waiting so long. When he’d done he has two nice hot plates, the main appetizer and the reheated bread.

Before heading out of the kitchen he stops to gather himself. He feels a creeping sense of shame for how… how he froze. Yes, how he froze up. To serve yo… your table, he needs to at least have a sense of dignity.

How could he be a good server if he kept getting distracted by your beauty?

How could he sweep you off your feet if every time he looked at you the breath knocked out of him?

With a push of the door he went out into the floor. Eyes sweeping the room once before falling onto you, you were chatting animatedly with the green-haired man and a beautiful woman next to you. He almost felt bad about interrupting you. Almost.

“Hi, welcome to Baratie. My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?” He spoke slowly, casting a passing glance at those who sat at your table.

There was the green-haired man with three swords, Zoro, you called him, and a beautiful red-haired woman next to you. On the other side of the table, a little man with a straw hat in overalls and a young man wearing an open shirt.

The straw hat man was currently stuffing his face with bread.

#black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanji one piece #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #one piece x reader #op sanji #one piece sanji #i!! am nervous to post this!#I do have a lil bit of a continuation after this #i also have a smut between these two #maybe ill post that #if yall want it <3 #gomez.writing

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raiiny-bay · 11 months

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but I can't wait until I see your face and my brain thinks that it's looking at a stranger

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 edit #ts4 render #sims 4 #burns tw #vellichor #myedits #arthur #harley #for pride month i offer you my absolute worst 2 lgbtq reps:#a dead man & the biggest asshole to ever walk the fictional earth #ngl i always get a lil nervous posting my ocs that aren't kel or dhes #but these two are very special & personal to me so #hopefully you guys don't mind me posting them #i was going for like. a sense of intimacy or closeness but also distance & guilt at the same time #bc these two were at one point very close. very heavily dependent on one another #but things took a bad turn & eventually they stopped speaking altogether #(death mention in the following tags just btw in case anyone actually reads these lmao)#& harley feels responsible for arthur's death WHICH he kind of is? but also not #bc even if harley had acted differently towards artie and/or tried to mend their friendship nothing would have changed #arthur was going to do what he did regardless bc he felt he deserved it #it's just all around really tragic & unfortunate #& so that's kind of what i was trying to convey in these...? like the emotions of all that yk?#idk if i really hit the mark or not but i tried idk #n e way :-)#:-)))))

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didderd · 7 months

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Fell Week day 5!

When ur skele boyfriend who also happens to be a prince bestows u a rly pretty choker. uvu)

This is the other piece I mentioned in th post for day 2. It's still not quite finished. I wanna render it some more, but I still wanted to show it. :3 (Besides, I don't have anything else to show for today lmao.)

#(ignor th fact that this was posted hours past midnight. no it wasn't. u saw nothing)#this was meant for the jewelry prompt that was suggested by @skelekins. but i also rly wanted to draw th idea i did for day 4 #so i did bof :3 #red would be teasing tf outta it for being so flustered n nervous #but he's a lil distracted with it's neck.. lace #(and back.. bc th back of this dress is open lmao)#fell week #fell sans #monstersona #prince red #monarchy au #fell sans x sona #underfell #undertale #undertale au #didderd art #(also. think i'm gonna start drawing my sona's eyes like this. less bright. bc i felt like it was a lil too hard to see their pupils :'>)

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willowser · 8 months

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aww you know, i actually really do like the idea of double boy dad bakugou 🥺

your first son being a little angel and you and katsuki are both perfectly satisfied, and then maybe another bug comes as a surprise a few years later and he turns out to be a heinous little menace — and katsuki didn't think he'd love having a brat of a child so much 🥺

#bc he's so nervous to be a dad the first time right #and his first boy comes out and he's a little doll doesn’t cry so much teaches katsuki some patience and how to be soft and gentle #for a lil babey #and it's the perfect scenario for him to grow being into a father #and he's happy !! doesn't think it could get better !! feels like yall really lucked out !!#and then you find out you're having another and then he gets worried bc he's not sure how it could get better than it is #and he has a goddamn BRAT of a son #screams his head off and cries and fights and doesn't listen to a THING #and he had the first few years to grasp fatherhood #to get a handle on it #and he thought it would be harder with a feisty second son — and it *is*#but he also loves it LOL #it adds like. just the right amount of chaos and drama he grew up with ?? if that makes sense ???#bc he had to calm down a lot for his first boy #and maybe even you #but he and his little hellion are too much alike and it's almost like a breath of fresh air #cw children #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou

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bl00doodle · 1 year

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My sonknux fanchild..... her name is apple !!

#my art #sonknux #sonic the hedgehog #knuckled the echidna #the irony of me making a sonknux fanchild first instead of a sonadow fanchild jssjskej #i luvvv sonknux sm tho....#KNUCKLES WOULD BE A WORRIER ANXIOUS DAD... sonic would also be nervous but hes being more chill abt it #knuckles would definitely want his kid to think hes the coolest aSKDJSKSKAK TRIES TO IMPRESS AN INFANT #they have lil competitions to make their baby laugh pr smthn ehehe #theyd be such cute n silly parents...#w sonadow i think they rly wouldnt have kids tbh maybe theyd have liek 5 chao as children SHSBWHWHSHHW #or like 4 cats and 1 dog . thats the vide i have in my brain #*vibe #soandow would def be vague parent figures 2 sum ppl when theyre mucchhh much older imo #sonknux would b more llikely to have a kid #how is their kid borm? idk. magic? emerald magic!??..#anywayz sry for the little word vomit eheheh #i just cant mcfreakin decide what she would wear OTL #she has a pink nose... hehe...

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strawbubbysugar · 18 days

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Man I’m having such a hard time writing. When I was writing fanfic all the comments I’d get really kept me going (and the comments I get on my original work send me into orbit with how much I love them!!) but without that same influx of people showing interest I’m all in my head like is this not good enough? What if my ideas suck actually? And I keep gettin roadblocked by my own brain telling me that what I’m writing isn’t worth it q-p

#rant #I also get nervous about voicing my negative thoughts anywhere l #I’m so worried about someone thinking I’m ungrateful #how lucky am I to have even one person who enjoys my stuff and I’ve got dozens!!#but here I am complaining #:(#makes me feel ungrateful #even though every single person that sends an ask or writes a comment lives in my brain forwver and I am SO grateful #just wanted to vent a lil #bc I’m feeling a little wrung out rn

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kangaracha · 1 month

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daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

read it on ao3

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma.

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands.

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

#sorry about the images everyone but tumblr wouldn't let me keep my aesthetic #and i refuse to bow to any shitty website #how tf do you align text on here #anyway #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x you #y/n without the y/n #lee felix #is mentioned #lee know is also in here if you can spot him #roo writes #the fight i had to a) finish this and b) post it #anyway 7k written for the last three days #a lil treat for #well for me because keeps refused to write me a fic and i got desperate #but for the love of god please someone read this please someone talk to me #i feel like i really cooked with this #one hour of my life spent going down a rabbithole #oh what else was i going to say #vaguely inspired by labyrinth #we went way off the labyrinth rails but #it's there #alright shit alright i'm gonna post it lets go i'm nervous

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aseuki · 10 days

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Hi all! To celebrate 1k followers (fun number!! Woo!!), I decided to put together a fun little dtciys/raffle! Draw either of my little guys, and who knows, I might end up drawing one of yours!

Rules, details, and more under the cut! 👇

Both Stell and Phemus have references, gijinka references, and their own dedicated tag. Feel free to draw what your heart tells you! Stell: Ref / Gijinka / Tag Phemus: Ref / Gijinka / Tag

There is no floor or cap for skill. If you need to know anything about me, it's that I love promoting the arts! If you were thinking about trying but felt intimidated, consider this your encouragement to give it a shot, I would love to see what you make!

Please keep the content PG-13 at maximum.

You are welcome to draw one or both of the characters, but raffle entries will be limited to 1 per person.

The raffle winner will be able to request either a halfbody or chibi of their character of choice. (Most Kirby OCs/characters will be eligible as well!)

The deadline to enter for the raffle is May 31. I will draw and contact the winner on June 1st. This gives a whole month!

Thank you again for all the follows! And I hope you have fun if you decide to give this a shot! ✌

#numbers milestone #dtiys #aseukitalks #ngl am a bit nervous about posting this but hello! I hope this sounds interesting to you all!#(<--has never coordinated anything like this before)#Also thank you all sm for deciding to hit that funny lil button and stick around it means a lot!! Ah! 😭#idk what other tags there are to put this in #so I'll leave it at this for now!#(<-does not really remember what tags are useful for helping things show up the tumblr algorithm is fake word of mouth Only)

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 month

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Ok, hear me out. This is a kinda self indulgent request. How would Foul Legacy react to reader with bad circulation? Hands (and feet) that are freezing for seemingly no reason, even despite wearing socks/gloves. Except they’re not always freezing, and some days are colder than others, and others where it’s worryingly cold. Would FL just start trying to warm up reader, or something? (Oh, and bonus if the reader has anxiety of some kind and the bad circulation acts up even more on days that the anxiety is acting up)

(Hopefully this is understandable enough. It’s almost 3 in the morning and if I don’t hit send now I’m potentially going to chicken out of sending the prompt/requesting XD)

ahhh, i get what you mean dear, one of my relatives has REALLY bad circulation and i'm always surprised at how cold their hands are

Foul Legacy's first instinct is to hold your hands, immediately!! right now!! he lets out a small screech of surprise when you hold his face for the first time and your fingers are freezing, and that's coming from a monster who spent years in the Abyss itself. he lets out a concerned whine and carefully grabs your hands, examining them closely before he gives up and accepts that your circulation is simply awful, which he unfortunately can't do much about. so he does the next best thing and clasps your hands in his, squeezing them gently and letting out soft, warm breaths to try and raise their temperature with marginal success. if they're still icy after a few minutes he looks at you worriedly and whimpers, small grumbly chirps of resignation slipping from his fanged maw if you insist you're alright- he'll just have to get used to your chilled touch, then

however, there are days where it's... really bad. a combination of cold, dry weather and your nerves going haywire causes your body to essentially shut down, leaving you lethargic, anxious, and freezing cold all at once. Legacy peaks into your room with a soft croon, pushing the door open and walking over to your bed when he sees you shivering beneath the blankets. with a surprising amount of grace he hops onto the mattress so he can snuggle up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently purring until you shift and flip over to face him. the soft rumbles help calm your frazzled brain, Legacy's claws tucking in the blanket around you and holding your hands to help you warm up before he leans in and gives you a lick on the cheek, trilling mischievously. he doesn't need anything right now, other than to lie next to you and simply... exist. and he wants you to know that sometimes, using effort to just exist is okay, too

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #sorry it got a lil cheesy at the end #as someone who is also always nervous anything about the subject hits hard #but this was still sososo cute #he definitely goes to zhongli to source a pair of warm socks and gloves for you #bundles you up especially in the winter #it's not much but it'll help!!#short scenario #other's stuff #good evening :)#chit chat

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hodinodi · 16 days

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I'm sorry if this sounds rude in any way but all the persona 1/2 art you have drawn recently I want to let you know it's giving me alot of comfort! :-''') ur art feels lively n healing and I'm especially joyous that you are into oldsona <3

anon what..!!!! this is not rude at all ouuuhhaghhHH 😭😭❤️❤️!!??!???!!! this genuinely, super duper made my day and im so glad my oldsona art is comforting for u it means so SO much ;;

#i havent been drawing because i just came back home so im busy settling and getting over my jetlag GUH!#ive also been planning on going thru p2ep all over again because its been 6 years and i feel like I've forgotten so many tiny details x.x #which is why ive been feeling a lil shy and nervous getting my thoughts out there 😭😖#so thank u for this rlly sweet message anon its very reassuring :'] !! i rlly love oldsona and hope to share that love!!!#anon #ask

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leafwateraddict · 7 months

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