#i made An Attempt

[squid-nerds]

someone on ig asked for a tentacle color tutorial and I thought I'd post it here too

drawn in clip studio paint btw!

#tutorial #color tutorial #my art #sorry idk how to make tutorials lol #I made an attempt #splatoon

[taitavva]

you're correct ! so hopefully this isn't too ooc

#the older versions r def wildly inaccurate BUT. #i made an attempt #persona 3 #p3 #procreate #2023 #takaya sakaki #shinjiro aragaki #3.5 hours #taitavva sketches #sorry had to redo this post bcause it wasn't showing up in my feed #ANYWAYS #pego & goro r here bcause i cannot control myself

[forestofdragons]

True story of my first death in cotl

Actually no the true story was more embarrassing since I died trying to rescue a new follower. But I did in fact jinx myself

#cult of the lamb #cotl fanart #comic #digital artwork #i made an attempt #at backgrounds #probably should have thought of #them before finishing everything else #but eh #reds art #lmao i thought i posted this already #but it was still in my drafts #surprise! #lol

[ironhoshi]

Hi there! I have a question and I was wondering if you could help me. How do you say “good job” in mando’a?

Thanks in advance 😊

Hi there! I'm not really the best person to ask, but I'll take a shot.

Jate means good.

Bora means job.

So jate bora would literally translate into good job.

I don't know if there is a slang version or the like unfortunately. Though, if you wrote jat bora it would translate to okay job, which is such a great passive aggressive remark!

#asks #thanks for the ask #mandoa #i made an attempt

[fainlin]

#bg3 #wip #my art #tav x astarion #I made an attempt #i am now gonna go pass out

[alexlesuagz]

Conversations With Your Drug Dealer [Part 1]

Characters: Vicky Lopez, Julian Ramis, Pippa Goldfinch, Dana Lopez, Chelsea Bloom, Edward Ramis (mentioned), Freddy Stewart (mentioned) Warnings: Teen angst, emotional abuse from parent to child, early spoilers for S5, underage drug use, canon divergence Relationship(s): Vicky Lopez & Julian Ramis, Chelsea Bloom/Vicky Lopez, Julian Ramis/Freddy Stewart (mentioned former one-sided crush on Julian’s side) (pls don’t hate me) Synopsis: Vicky, stressed out over recent issues, decides to buy drugs to relax. There is only one person she knows who has them. (Please note: I am aware the characters’ interactions in this fic are not canon. I just merely did some…divergence, if you will.) Feb. 13, 2018 10 more minutes until lunch. Vicky raps her pinky against the desk repeatedly in anticipation. Come on, damn clock, go faster! She grabs her paper and scribbles some more answers onto her worksheet. It’s science, a subject she gave zero shits about, so she doesn’t care whether her answers are correct. Once she finishes, she scratches her left cheek as she glares up at the clock, now continuously tapping her foot against the floor like it’s some belated kind of morse code. 8 more minutes. She lets out a loud exhale through her nostrils as she puts her head down on her desk, her hands running through her wavy black locks. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Chelsea, her best friend, giving her a small look of concern from the other side of the classroom. Are you alright? Chelsea mouths. Vicky nods quickly. I’m fine, she bullshits silently. Chelsea looks back at her worksheet, and Vicky looks back up at the clock. 5 more minutes. Fuck this. If she had to last another unbearable 5 minutes in Miss Goldfinch’s class, she was going to lose her fucking mind. Also, it was 5 mere minutes, so why not just ditch? She thinks as her hand shoots up. “Yes, Vicky?” Miss Goldfinch asks. “CAN I USE THE BATHROOM?” Vicky exclaims in her best I-am-in-pain-and-I-must-piss voice. Miss Goldfinch glances at the clock. “Vicky, dear, it’s 4 and a half more minutes until the end of lunch, can’t you just hold it in?” Welp, that didn’t work. Time for the Trump card. “I DON’T THINK I CAN, MISS GOLDFINCH.” Vicky says through clenched teeth. Miss Goldfinch looks back at her and frowns. “What do you mean by that?” Vicky walks up to Miss Goldfinch and whispers some words into her ear. “Oh…OH…okay, then. Do you need anything?” Vicky shakes her head rapidly. “...Well, alright, then, go right ahead to the bathroom, and take your backpack with you if you must.” “Thank you, ma’am!” Vicky shouts as she grabs her bag and power walks out of the classroom. Great. Now that period 4 torture time’s basically over, now all I need to do is wait for…wait, what’s his name? She pulls out her phone and checks her notes. Julian Ramis “The Murderer Kid” …Ah, yeah, him. According to reports, the kid was arrested for murder around five years ago, which is why people tend to avoid him. However, she did not know everything that happened, and even information about the crime wasn't exactly what she wanted. What she wanted was cannabis. “Who’s that?” Vicky asks, pointing to the boy sitting alone at the less crowded side of the bleachers, typing on his laptop. “Oh, him?” Chelsea asks. “Yeah, beanie boy.” Vicky replies. “Is he a transfer or something? I haven’t really noticed him before until now.” “Oh, no, he ain’t a transfer.” Chelsea responds, shaking her head. “That’s Julian Ramis. Apparently, dude, uh-” Chelsea’s hesitating now. “He what?” “He, uh, ‘game over’-ed someone, like 5 years ago.” Vicky could feel her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Are you, like, serious about this?!” “Yeah, like totes serious!” Chelsea exclaims as the two girls walk down the bleacher stairs. “Why else would he be so emo-looking?! Constantly smells of weed, too. I feel kinda bad for him, but at the same time, he’s like, really scary. Last time I tried talking to him, he immediately started getting high and mighty, calling me a ‘ginger, rat-faced bimbo!’” She shudders. “Jeez, he seems pretty bad.” Vicky replies. Of course, a guy who constantly smells of weed would have weed in his general vicinity, right? Vicky rehearses her plan in her hand once again. Alright, once the bell rings, find Julian, drag him over to the gender-neutral bathroom, and force him to fork over the drugs. And if all else goes to absolute shit, then remember that one self-defense acronym!...What was that one acronym again-? BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!! Oh yeah, ‘solar plexus’, ‘instep’, ‘nose’, and ‘groin’. Alright, I’m ready. When lunch comes around, the whole school grounds are open, so Vicky knew she had a lot of searching to do. However, considering where she had seen him the first time, she had a good idea on where he was going to be. Sure enough, as Vicky clambers onto the bleachers, she spots Julian in the relatively uncrowded corner, eating what seems to be a meatloaf sandwich with one hand and typing on his laptop with the other. He’s also hidden in the shade, like a true emo. Vicky takes a deep breath in and exhales. Fuck it. Just introduce yourself and try not to get into trouble. She walks over to Julian, who’s still too invested in his laptop to even acknowledge her. What is he even doing, anyway? Writing fanfiction? As quietly as possible, she looks over his shoulder to study his screen. Oh. Oh. First of all, Chelsea was right, he does in fact smell like weed. Second of all, what the hell is he even trying to type? “Rejected and despised by all, I walk a dark and tormented path, leading to despair…” Julian suddenly shuts his laptop. “You know I know you’re behind me, right?” Shit. “I-uh-” She’s stammering now, trying hard to form words in her mouth. She then points at his backpack. “WEED. NOW.” It doesn’t take a genius to process what Vicky’s asking for. Julian takes 2 seconds. “...no.” “What?!” Vicky sputters. “But WHY?!” Julian slams his hand over her mouth and shushes her. “Jesus Christ, at least whisper!” In response, she removes his hand and hisses through gritted teeth, “...but WHY?!” He waves his free hand at the surrounding people. “Are you SERIOUS?!” He seethes. “Who KNOWS what the fuck you’d might say if I give it to you, you absolute dumbass!” Vicky whispers, “Come ONNN, Julian, just one ounce! Socializing and school’s been so hard for me lately! I bet you can relate!” The moment the last sentence leaves her mouth, she notices Julian’s eyes widen and his mouth hang open. “You-” He hesitates. “You-” Oh, fuck, I really screwed up big time, didn’t I?

Julian’s free hand is curling into a fist. …Oop, yup, I really screwed up big time. The hand that she’s clutching is shaking exponentially, like the boy’s about to explode at any second. She closes her eyes, bracing for the punch… BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!! …but the punch never comes. Julian lowers both of his hands, glances at the crowd going towards the school doors, then looks right back at Vicky. To her surprise, his shoulders sag, and he lets out a huge sigh. “You know what? There’s no point in arguing. Meet me in the alley behind the building after school today.” “B-but I got cheer practice today-” “Fuck it, tomorrow.” He turns around and follows the crowd as they’re entering the building. “And bring the money!” The rest of the day had gone by in an absolute blur, and eventually Vicky found herself in the girl’s lockers with the rest of the cheerleading squad. “Yeesh, that shit was TOUGH!” One of the girls groans as she puts her stuff into her bag. “Tell me ‘bout it,” Chelsea grumbles. “Well, at least we had each other, right?” She gives a playful elbow jab in Vicky’s direction. “Oh, yeah, yup, mhm!” Vicky instantly replies, nodding. Chelsea buttons up her shirt and smiles at her. “Alright, I’m gonna wait for you outside, is that okay?” “Yeah, sure.” Vicky watches as Chelsea leave the locker rooms. “Oh, hi, Coach Kirk!” Chelsea exclaims. Sure enough, once Vicky leaves the school building, she notices Chelsea waiting for her in the courtyard. After they greet each other, they settle into their classic routine that is walking in complete investment with each others’ day. “Yeeeaaah, that test was TOTES unfair. I mean, why the FUCK were there apparently 3 Bs in a row?!” Vicky hisses angrily as she kicks a pebble on the sidewalk. Both girls watch as it hops and skitters down the road and onto the street. Suddenly, the pebble manages to hit a passing squirrel on the head, causing it to screech and hop away into a bush. “…Whoops.” The girls then continue to walk in silence. Vicky has no idea on what to talk about, and as far as she can tell, Chelsea didn’t know what to say either. That is, until she spoke. “Y’know, Vick…” Chelsea said as they stopped at a crossroad, “…what date is it today?” Oh, shit, I kinda forgot about that, Vicky chastises herself as she pulls out her phone. “Oh, it’s February 13. Why’d you ask?” “…what’s the signa— sigmi— eegh!” Chelsea shakes her head as she corrects herself. “SIGNIFICANCE of tomorrow?” She fidgets with her fingers as the two girls make eye contact. “Tomorrow’s February 14.” “Yeah, and what’s also tomorrow…?” Chelsea’s hands are waving slightly. Vicky can feel a slight uncertainty in the back of her mind. Then it hits her. “Tomorrow’s…Valentine’s Day.” “Y-yeah, I was originally hoping to do this tomorrow, but I think it’s better that I do this today.” Chelsea puts her backpack down in front of her and opens it. “Hold on, wait just a second-” Vicky feels herself standing completely still as she watches Chelsea continuously shuffling through her bag. What is going on?! As much as she loved Chelsea as a friend, something begins stirring in the back of Vicky’s mind. Oh, God, what’s gonna happen? Is Chelsea gonna give me a “Fuck you” card??? Wait, what did I even do to deserve it, then- “Here, I found it!” Chelsea stands up, one of her hands clenched around something. What even is it? “Uh, Vicky…” Chelsea’s now tapping her pointer fingers together, her hand still holding something. “You know we’ve been friends for a while…and being by your side for all these years has made me realize something.” Wait, is this going where I think it’s going- “…I…like you. Like, really, really, like, like you.” Right as the words leave Chelsea’s lips, something in Vicky’s heart stops. What that something is, Vicky doesn’t know. Is the feeling in her chest anxiety? Excitement?? Horror??? “Oh, shit, I forgot the card-” OH, GOD, THERE’S MORE?! Chelsea digs through her bag some more and pulls out a small pink card folded in half. To Chelsea’s credit, the card didn’t look bad — Vicky herself spots the amount of effort that was put into the paper hearts, the origami butterflies, and the pop-up rainbow. But something still is twisting Vicky’s stomach into two, and she doesn’t know what. She can’t even pay attention to what Chelsea was saying until the last part. “So, uh…Vicky Lopez…will you be my girlfriend?” Chelsea says as she opens the palm  of her hand to reveal what was in it. A heart locket necklace. Shit. On one hand, Vicky knows how incredibly sweet Chelsea is being right now, and she herself does care for Chelsea. But does she care for her that way? Do I like girls romantically? Do I like Chelsea romantically?! Hell, what would Mom think?! Smiling uncertainly, Vicky tentatively takes the necklace out of Chelsea’s hand and puts it around her own neck. It’s Vicky’s exact size. Vicky then takes the card from Chelsea’s other hand and skims through its contents. “I…” She finally stammers out, “I-I don’t know what to say…” Even Chelsea at this point looks anxiety-ridden — she’s fidgeting with her fingers and one of her knees is knocking against the other. What should I say? Vicky thinks. What should I do?! Throughout all her 18 years of living, she’s never even thought about love. Her mom would’ve probably set her up with some rich dude, anyway! There are two options she can take now — either she lets Chelsea down as gently as possible, or she accepts the confession and possibly puts her and Chelsea into a fuckton of shit. Fuck it, one option is safer than the other. This is for both her and Chelsea��s good. “I’m sorry, Chelsea…” She mumbles, “…but no, I don’t like you that way.” Chelsea’s expression drops into what can be best described as “well-hidden dismay instead of disappointment”. Shit, this isn’t very “let her down gently-” “I…” Chelsea hesitates, probably unsure of what to say. Vicky closes her eyes, getting ready for any violent outburst. What Chelsea does next isn’t what can be described as “violent”, but it still catches Vicky off guard. Out of absolute nowhere, Chelsea’s expression morphs into anger as she exclaims, “Well, I guess you don’t want this, then!” and grabs the necklace like it’s Vicky’s collar. “Chelsea, what the fu-?!” Just before she could finish her sentence, the necklace’s clasp breaks into two, causing it to get wrenched off her neck. Both girls are now standing at the crosswalk in stunned silence, Vicky with a Valentine’s Day card and pain in the back of her neck, and Chelsea with a necklace with a broken clasp and shock engraved into her facial expression. Chelsea speaks first. “Vicky, I-“ Chelsea’s words breaking the heavy air between them are what Vicky needs to talk. “I think I have to go.” “Vicky, I’m-” “Look, I’m so sorry, I think I have to go!” Vicky exclaims as she turns around and dashes across the street, leaving Chelsea in the dust. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. If things can’t get any worse, Vicky’s mother Dana is the one to greet her at the door. “You’re 10 minutes late, Victoria.” She drawls dryly. “I know.” Vicky lowers her head sheepishly. Dana scoffs. “‘I know’ won’t cut it. Be glad I don’t feel like arguing right now, young lady, because I’m NOT happy with your behavior today!” “Wait, what?!” Vicky protests. “What do you mean by that?!” Wordlessly, Dana reached inside one of her pockets and pulls out her phone and presses play on an audio file. It’s a voicemail. From Miss Goldfinch. Of course it’s fucking Miss Goldfinch. “Uh, hi, Mrs. Lopez, this is Vicky’s teacher speaking. I just want to talk to you about my concerns regarding your daughter’s recent behavior.”  Vicky’s eyes are glued to the phone in Dana’s hand, but through the corner of her eye, she notices Dana shaking her head and mouthing, Disappointed. I’m so disappointed. “Now, she’s not in trouble, but I’ve noticed she’s been increasingly more anxious over the past couple of days. Is it alright if we schedule a time and date to talk about it? Thank you.” The voicemail stops, and Vicky lowers her head to the floor. “Like I said before, be glad I don’t feel like arguing with you today. Just…just go to your room. You’ve embarrassed me enough.” Ashamed, Vicky walks past her mother and heads up to her room. Once she enters, she closes the door behind her and sighs as she leans against it and slides down. Oh, wait a second, I still have Chelsea’s card! Luckily, this time Vicky isn’t driven by her anxiety, so she actually decides to herself to read it and not skim over. Hey Vicky, If you got this card, then this means that either you accepted my confession or rejected it but were nice enough to take the card anyway. Either way, happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a little thing I wrote: ”I cannot fathom my lust for the stars, because the world taught me to always look at the ground. When I look at you—my sun—I know I’d have to relinquish you from my sights, yet I wouldn’t mind if you were the last person I’d see before my eyes burn out from your beauty. I’d rather stare at you for 100 seconds and go blind than spend 100 years without you by my side.” …Okay, I stole that off of someone’s FriendNet profile, but you know I’m not great at expressing my feelings through words. Either way, I just want you to know that no matter what happens, through all the challenges we’ll face in our lives, I will always be by your side. <3 - Chelsea Right next to her name, Chelsea had drawn a rose. Vicky sniffles and blinks back tears as she closes the card and checks her phone. 3 unread messages from Chelsea. 4:25 PM CB: Hey CB: I’m sorry about what happened 4:30 PM CB: Vicky? [Read 4:50 PM]

[AUTHOR’S NOTE] YIPPEE-KY-YAY, IT’S FINALLY DONE! Sorry if the writing’s kind of rusty n’ sloppy, I’m still trying to develop my writing style- Either way, I hope you enjoyed! :D Also, the “conversation with the drug dealer” comes in during Part 2 because Part 1 is just Vicky Lopez angst lol-

#criminal case #criminal case the conspiracy #vicky lopez #julian ramis #chelsea bloom #vicky x chelsea #i made an attempt

[sigmadolos]

Dazai’s forced baptism of Sigma! Now in color in theaters near you!

#DONT JUDGE THE WATER IDK HOW TO COLOR WATER #OR UNDERWATER EITHER #and removing that color for the icons probably but #i had the idea so here we are #i made an ATTEMPT #.....it could be worse? #i know the caption is joking #but i do 100% know how big this is #that dazai chose to push sigma under the water first and foremost before anything else #to make sure that he would be okay #visage || change as the world demands

[rabbitsrams]

oh hey y’all @im-stone-cold-crazy @sp3ci4lk4y @light-blue-lace

#stella art🎨 #i made an attempt #i am not an artist in the slightest so sorry if it is bad😭 #but hi frens!! #sylv <3 #kasey <3 #lace <3

[makofinz]

i know its bad but i feel incredibly sick today so ummmmmmmm

#you may ask yourself mako what the FUCK is that #its an attempt #i made an attempt #art #drawing #digital art #triggerfish #fishuary2024

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Do you have Noel childhood hcs ? :]

i have conjured up a few!

I don’t think we know what happened to his dad, if he died or left or his parents got a divorce, but I’m pretty sure he’s not in the picture anymore SO

I’m gonna say his mom and dad got a divorce

Little Noel took it BADLY

Which is fair

His mom did his best with him, though

She’s a nice lady! A little tired, but she’s got Noel’s best interest in mind!

At a young age, he started challenging the religious beliefs he was taught in school and at church

“Why did Noah only invite two animals on the ark?? That doesn’t make any sense!!” “Noel, quiet!” “I’m just saying!!”

Used to put on little shows for his mom after dinner

(When she’s had a bad day, he’ll put on another to try and cheer her up, even as a teenager)

A lot of people used to get his name wrong

“It’s pronounced nole? Not no-ell??”

#ask #okay I KNOW that it’s not a lot but i just finished a fic and my brain is a bit fried #my apologies! #i made an attempt #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone #rtc #noel gruber

[nelli-c]

drew Azi for the first time 😅

#aziraphale #good omens #drawing #pencil drawing #art #my art #realism? #i made an attempt

[givemaycoffee]

Him

#i made an attempt #percy de rolo #percy de blorbo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #vox machina #tlovm #critical role #the legend of vox machina #someday I’ll attempt digital art and someday I’ll actually try nicely scanning my art #today is not that day #this is my first fan art in… many years

[shezoomer]

❛ there's MORE to LIFE than STUPID BOYS ❜ independent, selective & mutually exclusive max mayfield from netflix's stranger things. loved by avril | ©

#stranger things rp #st rp #horror rp #max mayfield rp #indie rp #i made an Attempt

[freyjawriter24]

A Soulmate AU Poem

"They call these things passion-marks," Ed's mother said,

"They tell you your soulmate is marked with red thread,

And one day you'll meet and your heart with be found,

So treasure them close so they'll keep you around."

"You're not to bother," Stede's father proclaimed.

"Your wife is our choosing, by me she'll be named,

So forget hopeless fairytales, embrace what we say,

Your life as a Bonnet is the only true way."

***

Their meeting was effortless, full of strange charm,

With Ed saving Stede from certain mortal harm,

And Stede showing Ed his own brand of weird

Despite not yet knowing he spoke with Blackbeard.

The thing about piracy, in this planned-out world,

Is that life is rebellion, tradition is hurled,

So Ed tattooed over his own passion-mark,

Which left Stede uncertain, alone in the dark.

Their passions were varied, but Stede's mark spoke plain,

And that's part of the reason he went home again,

For he couldn't take his love's soul, oh so free,

Not when Ed's true passion was the sea.

Ed fell to darkness without his love there,

Because pressures of life have never been fair,

And he hoped his love for Stede would now leech:

Of course the man's passion couldn't be Edward Teach.

***

Written for the prompt 'AUs'.

#our flag means death #our flag means party #my writing #poem #ofmd #angst #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #poetry #i made an attempt #team black #prompt 4

[nekofola]

Volt egy ötletem, és nem épp a legrosszabb 🤔

#art #candle holder #i made an attempt #love making these #kell nekem ennyi Bagossyt hallgatni #folk #my art #magyar nepmesek

[aoibhinnthewoodlandprincess]

#Vampire hunter d #vhd #I made an attempt #Please be kind I tried #Best boi