#i waited ALL OF BREAK TO DRAW THIS STUPID COMIC

[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖

@astaherussy

My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..

Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..

For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..

Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD

They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎

Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--

I might just have to at some point! :00

@ardent-38

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD

I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD

But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD

Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔

XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨

@mod-bubamon

I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)

And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.

Well? What did she taste like? XDD

Oh wait you're dead my bad-

Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇

@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)

🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD

What is primordial dough? :0

@2006-stupid-thatsme

Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(

If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"

My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔

@beryl-shade

This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.

Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀

@whereismycupofcoffee

@artistiemi

Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨

@sunnys-bloog

I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-

NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!

tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?

@beryl-shade

I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..

Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}

@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)

AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺

As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..

But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD

Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0

@luna-purple454

AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD

@khoiazo

It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD

@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)

<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--

@shaziztrazh

I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #welcome home #Youtube

[solart13]

For an art request can you please draw one of your headcanons?

I’m not entirely sure if this would be considered a headcanon or not but I like the thought that Aizawa is more emotionally open around Mic and that he values him a lot.

[Long wall of text of my thoughts and opinions incoming]

Like, I understand the comedy aspect of Aizawa being somewhat of a dick towards Mic seeing as that is how their dynamic is often portrayed as in the show, i.e. Aizawa being annoyed/putting up with Mic’s shenanigans. Their relationship does get more expanded upon in the Hospital raid arc but even then, Aizawa being more of a fan-favourite because, among other things, he’s part of the main cast gets more fleshed out than Mic despite Oboro having been both of their friend. In the hospital after the raid, Aizawa shows a certain degree of dismissiveness of Mic’s feelings, which yes, I can understand may be because he didn’t want to talk about it and that was his way of coping, but remember that they are alone and it has been shown that he is often more open with his feelings and opinions when it’s just the two of them, not to mention that Mic is now his only surviving friend from back in their days at U.A. At least maybe show the audience Aizawa having some kind of emotional reaction to the fact that Midnight, a close friend of theirs, who has impacted his life a lot, ex. with sending in an application to U.A, has just died.

And like I said, I do understand and actually like the more teasing side of their relationship but what I don’t like is when it’s just Aizawa treating Mic poorly and Mic is depicted as the stupid comic relief when his character is a lot more nuanced.

As previously mentioned, however, Mic is just a side character which means the show and the creator won’t bother making him more complex than necessary (often to further Aizawa’s story) which means that the fanbase who don’t think too much about him as a character will just staple him as the comic relief (which I want to make clear is totally fine because we all have characters we focus on more than others, be it a comfort character or simply just caring for one character more than another).

What I don’t like is when it’s clear that someone favours Aizawa more than Mic in the Erasermic relationship and portrays Mic as “inferior” to Aizawa and bases his character off of his stereotypes (ex. being loud all the time and acting immature) and won’t look past that. Fortunately, I rarely stumble upon this sort of interpretation and I want to once again make it clear that it’s fine if you like one character more in a ship, my point is that I personally dislike when the other character in the relationship isn’t given at least some of that focus and is more like an accessory than anything.

For me with the Erasermic dynamic, I like when a clear balance is shown. I personally am a big fan of Mic and I like breaking his character down to its bare bones and giving him more depth than the source material does…so basically making my own headcanons about him lol. But I also like Aizawa a lot and I guess my guilty pleasure is portraying them in a healthy and equal companionship where Mic isn’t the only one who openly shows his appreciation.

So, uh, yeah. That was a lot lol. Apologies for the long wait, I had an exam a few days ago and finally had some free time to work on the request. I hope the drawing is sufficient and correlates to the wall of text above.

On another note, here’s an extra little headcanon of these two being two of the smartest characters in the show, yet not hesitating to egg each other on when it comes to dumb ideas (I drew this in like 5 seconds and barely put any effort into it lol)

#erasermic #present mic #eraserhead #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanart #drawing requests #headcanon

[genericpuff]

lmao so RS just confirmed she STILL does not, in fact, have a buffer.

FAST PASS SPOILERS AHEAD

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To kick this off, let's be real, 2 weeks is NOT enough time to build up a reasonable buffer.

When she took that 2 week break after the wedding episode went up, I knew 1 of 2 things was going to happen:

She was going to piss away the entire break on social media not getting anything done

Even if she DID get anything done and a reasonable buffer of more than 3-5 episodes built up, the episodes likely wouldn't be very high quality as you can't turn out shitloads of decent quality panels like that in just 2 weeks.

I think Rachel really just needs to acknowledge and take ownership of the fact that she is not good at managing herself, her time, or her team. When she started LO in the Originals section, she even admitted to not having a very strong buffer.

Now yes, in her defense, she hadn't fully transitioned to drawing LO full time when she started, but even still, she seems to treat her FastPass episodes as her buffer rather than creating an actual buffer.

A buffer is not "well I still have 3 episodes locked to the general public" or "I have the next couple episodes sketched up".

A proper buffer is "I have the next several episodes finished and exported and ready for their respective release dates." This ensures that they aren't racing to meet deadlines during the release period after pre-production (which is a surefire way to screw yourself over or write yourself into a corner) and that if anything happens in real life that prevents them from working on future episodes, they can still put out new episodes because they have a cushion of episodes still waiting to be released. Webtoons typically recommends its creators have anywhere from 9-15 episodes of buffer ready by the end of the pre-production phase. That usually means 3 free episodes, 3 FastPass episodes, and at minimum, 9 more episodes sitting on the backend, adding up to a minimum of 15 episodes. It sounds like a lot, but when many WT series run for 40+ episodes per season, 15 is a small number. Especially for a comic like LO which had 90 episodes in its S2 run and 116 in its first season. S3 of LO is already 37 episodes in.

She's also basically admitted to just writing as she goes in the past because most people working on their webtoons in productions like these have at least a decent skeleton of a story going on that they don't have to write as they draw. Writer's block doesn't happen in webcomics unless you're writing as you're going, same as how it doesn't typically happen in animated movies because you should already have a basis to work off of before you start the brunt of the visual work that needs a narrative structure to exist.

Now, all that aside, the reason I'm bringing this up again (as I've talked about her buffer range before) is because I've once again been proven that Rachel doesn't have a shred of a real buffer.

And the smoking gun this time was the horse.

This stupid fucking horse.

Now, besides the fact that we're a little sus this is meant to be an in-comic jab at all the criticism of LO pointing out how Persephone always looks like an MLP character-

-but that pony toy drawing didn't make its first appearance in Episode 241, it made its first appearance on Instagram. Not as a preview for episode 241 or as an official LO drawing, in her own words, 'just a pony'.

As always, this is still just an estimation based on what goes out in LO and what Rachel posts to her IG/Twitter, but this pretty much tells me her buffer is STILL only 1-2 weeks ahead of time, because that pony drawing time lapse was posted two weeks ago. When we checked the actual timestamp of the post the day the episode it showed up in went up (Episode 241) it was ten days old.

Not to mention, the timestamps on those reddit posts? A month old. Granted, we had been making MLP jokes in the ULO/antiLO community prior to that, but the fact that this "my pretty pony" gimmick came out so soon after someone did literal art of Persephone crossed over with MLP, it really just furthers the suspicion (in addition to shitloads of other instances) that Rachel is snooping in on these crit communities to try and "clap back" at them through her comic. Which is something she'd only be able to do with a limited buffer anyways as it allows her to change things on the fly in response to criticism or whatever hurt her feelings that week.

That said, I won't be certain of this 1-2 week buffer estimation until we see when cowboy hat Hades shows up.

I'm calling it now - it will be showing up in this week's episode which goes up April 22nd.

Place your bets, folks.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #essay post #unpopularLO #unpopularloreolympus

[btsficsandsuch]

Hello~

Is there any possibility for me to request a min yoongi demon that was unintentionally summoned but angsty if possible you can decide how it ends. Thank you!

I hope this is okay. I just started reading AU fics myself so I have never written anything like this before. I didn’t make this that angsty but I can add another chapter and really pile on the angst and maybe more if you’d like.

Warning: Mentions of demons/demon related things. Slight mention of assault and death of a family member.

An Ungodly Dream

Looking at the old book in your hands it honestly made you chuckle. You read the title again ‘Book of Conjurings, Spells, and Hymns’. Out of all the things you expected to find while cleaning out your grandmothers attic this was not it. You figured she probably got it at a thrift store or something and didn’t really know what it was. Her mind had slowly been deteriorating towards the end you told yourself. You never really believed in any thing like this so the book was pretty comical in your opinion. You only took it to use as a Halloween decoration for the upcoming holiday.

Feeling silly for even having the book in your apartment you placed it out of sight in your closet to store away until you decided to put up the rest of your decor and went to get some work done. After a few hours you decided a break was much needed and you fell down onto your bed to take a nap. Unfortunately your mind kept wandering to the book in your closet. “It doesn’t hurt just to take a look right? Maybe read a few pages.”, you thought to yourself. Grabbing the book you plopped back down on your bed and opened up to a random page. The title simple stated ‘Demons’ followed by step by step instructions on how to conjure up a demon. “What is this some kind of twisted cookbook?”, you thought to your self as you read on.

You had to admit the “spell” was pretty catchy and well written. Just as you were about to turn to the next page you heard a loud bang followed by shouting which startled you causing you to slice your finger on the paper of the book, drawing blood that dropped down onto the page. Your crazy neighbors were arguing again and even though this was almost a daily occurrence it always made you jump. “Stupid neighbors. I can’t wait to move out of here.”, you said as you got up to get a bandaid tossing the book on your bed.

After cleaning the paper cut and wrapping it in a bandaid you walked back to your room but stopped at the doorway unable to enter the room due to fear. You don’t have a roommate, you don’t have a boyfriend, you hardly even have friends but sitting on your bed is a strange man. He had jet black hair and dark eyes that really stood out against his pale white skin. He was beautiful in a mysterious way. But he was also a stranger who had broken into your apartment.

“Excuse me can I help you? What are you doing here?”, you asked. The man looked up glaring at you but didn’t speak. Your skin felt warm. “Hello? Why are you in my apartment? You need to leave or I’m calling the police.”, you said again. The man stood up still glaring at you. “You’re the one that called me here.”, he spoke. His voice much deeper than you expected.

“I called you here? I did no such thing.”, you said with a hint of annoyance. “That’s it. I’m calling the police.”, you said beginning to walk back to the kitchen where your phone was currently charging. You were stopped when something grabbed your wrist, something ice cold. You turned around and came face to face with the man that was formerly sitting on your bed. His hand was freezing, cold to the point it hurt. He smelled lightly of smoke and pine. It reminded you of being at a bonfire in the woods and if he wasn’t a stranger who broke into your home and was not basically assaulting you then you’d find it comforting. “You don’t want to do that.”, he spoke again.

“Listen I don’t have any money or anything of value but you can take whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me. Please.”, you whispered. You closed your eyes unable to face whatever he was going to do next. “I’m not going to hurt you. I mean, not unless you give me a reason to have to hurt you.”, he whispered right back. “Seriously, what do you want? Who are you?”, you asked trying to put a space in between the two of you. You watched him slowly walk over to the bed and grab the book that you had been reading earlier. He opened it and began flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for and he handed you the book. Looking down at the page your head began to spin, you felt sick to your stomach, you couldn’t catch your breath. The top of the page stood the word ‘Demons’.

You began laughing. “I have to say most people don’t usually laugh when they meet me”, the man spoke. “I’m laughing because this has to be some crazy dream. Demons aren’t real.”, you said. Quickly the man walked up to you and took your hands in his, “Does this not feel real to you Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?”, you said pushing him away from you. “I know a lot more than you think.”, he smirked. Now you were getting irritated. “Really like what?”, you demanded. You wanted to smack the smirk right off of his beautiful face you thought. “I know that you graduated from West High School, that your favorite color is purple, you hate seafood, you got that book from your grandmothers house after she passed away. I know that currently you’re thinking how you wish you could smack this smirk right off my beautiful face.” You could feel your face heating up. He continued, “I also know that your neighbor is about to knock on your door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar.” That got a chuckle from you, “Okay I am definitely dreaming. There’s no way something lik-“. You were cut off by a knock at your door. Side eyeing the man in your room you made your way to the front door and saw your sweet 86 year old neighbor ‘Mary’. “Hi Y/N. I’m so sorry to bother you. I had such a hankering for cookies and just realized I’m out of sugar. Could I borrow a cup? I’ll be sure to bring you back some after I get to the store.”, she smiled. Unable to speak you walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bag of sugar to hand to your neighbor. “Thank you so much dear. I’ll bring you some cookies tomorrow too. Be the way, you should really turn the heat down in your apartment. Too much heat can make you sick. It’s ungodly hot in there.”, Mary said. “You have no idea.”, you smiled and closed the door.

You stopped in the kitchen to grab a drink of water to try and calm yourself down but you almost choked when a deep voice came up behind you, “You know it’s pretty rude to not offer a guest anything to drink.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know demons drank water. What if I accidentally give you holy water?”, you spat. “So what are you going to do with me? Possess me? Take me down to your cave in hell? Make me sign a contract in exchange for my soul?”, you asked. The man rolled his eyes, “How many terrible horror movies have you watched?” “So what are you going to do with me?”, you asked once again. He sighed, “You’re the one that summoned me Y/N. You tell me what you want me to do with you?”, he said again with that smirk you hated but loved. “I’d like you to do a lot of things with me?”, you thought to yourself. The man chuckled, “I don’t think you could handle me in that way Y/N.” You could feel your cheeks heat up again. “Okay new rule. No listening to my thoughts.”, you snapped. “I can’t really help it but I will try to not let you know that I know.”, he smiled. “Can’t you just go back to where you came from? I obviously did this on accident and I don’t have a reason for you to be here.”, you asked. If you didn’t know this man was a demon you’d think he looked a little hurt at your harsh words.

“I can’t go back until you release me.”, he whispered. “Okay fine. How can we do that? Just say the spell again?”, you asked trying not to sound as agitated. He shook his head, “I’m afraid it’s not that simple Y/N. There’s a lot that goes into it.” You bit your lip, “Okay well we can figure it out. In the mean time, do you have a name? Or would you just prefer me to call you Lucifer or something?” The man rolled his eyes before coming to stand next to you, “You’re really trying to throw every demon stereotype out there aren’t you Y/N? Actually my name is Yoongi.”

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #bts imagines #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #yoongi imagine #bts angst #bts au fanfic #yoongi au

[flowery-king]

PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT HOLLOW MIND IN YOUR AU BECAUSE A. I FEEL PAIN FROM THAT COMIC /POS

BAHA Glad yall like it!!

(a Basic summary of an episode but AU flavoured under cut)

So like I've said in a previous post, the au story very much starts leaning away from the canon plot right after Yesterday's lie. Some weird stuff goes down almost immeadiately after Luz comes back from seeing her mom.

Point I'm making is the episodes after Yesterday's lie either just don't exist or follow a somewhat similar plot up to a point. Hollow Mind is one of those that still does happen... kinda

Eda still works with Raine at this point, finding any detail they can to use against the Emperor to show how much of a fraud he really is while still bustin out as many wild witches as they can. Darius and Eberwolf had still caught Eda and Raine in Eda's Requiem, but it was all a misunderstanding, they just wanted in on the plans Raine is conducting. Eda does not apologise for kicking Darius with mud. All this is to say they reach out to Eda when they come up with the plan to check out the Emperor's mind. Eda is very intrested but does not tell her two children because they will want to join, especially Luz.

They arrange a time and place. It's the night market and ,like before, Eda plans to fix Luz's cape as a distraction for the two youngins while she goes out to do the actual work. Prim, the shopekeeper with witches wool, accepts the task, motivated by the several wild witches being freed by a mysterious group. Eda tries her best to sound like she doesn't know who the group is either, but secretly eats up all the compliments.

Eda tells King and Luz they should wait for the cape to finish while she stocks up on more Elixir, she'll be back momentarily. King and Luz shout their goodbyes to Eda as they gain interest in Prim's telling of how Witches wool is made and other enchanted cloth.

After a while the cape is done and Luz gets to leave with her patched up cloak, but Eda still isn't anywhere to be seen. She fits on the cape again to twirl around, temporarily giving Eda's jacket to King. Mid twirl she spots a coven guard prowling about. This makes her worry for Eda even more and she grabs King to go find their witch mom.

After a bit of a search, she finds Eda and the others and accidentally scares off the coven heads since she was wearing her cloak's hood over her head. Luz questions Eda about what all this is, they don't break into an argument, but it is a serious conversation. Luz is upset that Eda didn't tell her about her secret group against the Emperor but accepts her explanation as to why and makes Eda promise that if they need extra help, they'll ask Luz. Eda laughs, yea of course, even if she said no Luz would still find a way to get involved.

At that moment a coven guard spots them, shouting questions on what they were doing in a suspicious alleyway, making Luz take a step back... on the potion, breaking it. Before Eda can grab her out of the circle Luz disappears, owl lady panik time.

Eda goes back home to evade the Coven guards and use a safer place to bring Luz back. The Coven heads greet her at her home and Eda needs to hold herself back from snapping about how stupid they are for leaving the potion on the ground. Right now she needs them to make a spell to bring Luz back.

Meanwhile, Luz wakes up in Belos' mind, pretty confused. Everything is dark and colourless and the trees surrounding are withering away. She finds her glyphs and creates a trail of light to see better as she searches around for a trace of Eda.

This is where these drawings take place!

At first she doesn't know she's in the Emperor's mind, but once those memory portraits start appearing, she connects the dots.

Belos looks just as tired as he did that time after she encountered him in the boiling rain and some weird part of her almost feels... bad? It's weird. However, this is replaced with the rising excitement she feels when she realizes HE'S HUMAN TOO! The greatest witch to ever live?? Is human?? Omg.

King suddenly remembers he has a walkie talkie and Eda uses it to confirm Luz's safety. She confirms and prepares herself as they announce they're just about ready to pull her out. Luz looks over to Belos again, his stare unfocused. What a sad lil guy. "Hey." Belos' eyes focus on Luz. "It's not too late to start fixing things." Belos frowns. Luz shouts a farewell and he pretends not to hear her saying something about seeing him later and she's gone. He doesn't know how to feel, but he's not going back to that dark part of his mind again.

Luz appears in the owl house and Eda makes sure she isn't overwhelmed. She's dizzy but fine! The coven heads question if she'd seen anything important, anything that could help them. Luz thinks. The human thing won't really do much to prove he's bad, so she shakes her head. She wasn't in there long enough. They accept this answer, she really wasn't in there for long and continue to get scolded by Eda (mostly Raine).

#long post #defanged philip au #this was fun to write ghgh hope my writing is legible #edit: I FORGOT TO PRESS THE POST BUTTON SORRY HAHA

[deargodhelpmeaaa]

this is my full arc with Berdly (so far)

High school. Late or middle high school I don't know; my perception of time is fucked. Deltarune chapter 2 just came out and it's all the rage and I want to get the fuck away from it because it's all anyone fucking talks about and I could care less about it (I hate things that get popular). I played Deltarune chapter 1 and part of chapter 2 around this time to see what the buzz was about. I found chapter 1 to be pretty mediocre, and didn't really get the story. Chapter 2 didn't interest me and I thought it was kind of dumb.

my dumb ginger friend loves this stupid game and he won't shut up about this stupid Berdly character who like, wants people to like him for his intelligence and you can kill him in the game or something and if you type his name into google images and scroll down a little bit a really gross piece of uhh we'll just say typical furry art shows up and it made me feel really sick to my stomach. I still stole the idea for wanting to be liked for being smart and stowed it away in my brain so I could rip it off later because I have not a creative bone in my body.

I sort of forget about Deltarune for a while and harbor nothing but pretty negative feelings about it probably because my stupid ginger friend likes it and I feel zero respect for him or really any of the target audience of Deltarune and having somewhat of a "ding dong your opinion is wrong and mine is right because I said so" complex because I want to look better than everyone else because deep down I know I'm probably worse than everyone including the people I see as less than me because I hate myself a lot yay self esteem issues yipeee being a teenager rules!

I end up maturing a little as I become more of an adult, and become less of a jackass. Still have little remnants of the jackassness in me but I'm not a full on one anymore and I sort of like get how things work now and like.... I'm lss of a jerk than ur average person ok. Because of this, I end up deciding to give Deltarune another chance.

I start with chapter 2's snowgrave route since it sounds the most interesting to me. I kind of like Berdly and find him cute.

I kill him.

feel kind of bad

Go back and play chapter 1 and then the normal route of chapter 2.

wait a minute.

i really like Berdly.

he's really cute. and funny and like.

fucking shit he's kind of relatable

You know what I'm giving him the present; I'd feel awful if I gave it to anyone else

Awww! He's so happy!

Aww poor Berdly his backstory is kind of sad. I can't believe this game lets you kill him. Man and everyone else is so mean to him. Queen doesn't care about him, Susie's taunting him for how he's acting which, yeah, ok, he's annoying, but does he really deserve that? fucking bitch-

Berdly breaks his fucking arm.

Fuck.

Start the entirity of chapter 2 over again using my chapter 1 data and try to prevent Berdly from breaking his arm.

Successfully prevent Berdly from breaking his arm. We are bffs now. Yippee!

Begin to look at fan content.

Wow this art shipping him with Kris is so fucking cringe. Shit sucks.

Wow this art shipping him with Kris is kind of charming. Shit doesn't suck?

Wow I'm drawing it.

Wow I wrote seventy something pages of fanfiction that were inspired by how much I like Berdly as a character and am dedicating several months of my life possibly years to refining this script, storyboarding it and turning it into an actual comic that won't suck balls.

Kill me

#berdly #deltarune #hyperfixation #help #I said “typical furry art” in reference to a gross fan art but I don't hate furries so don't get the wrong idea #that being said the furry community does HAVE their reputation for a reason #some of the shit they do is genuinely horrific. #like that berdly fan art. #a lot of it is WORSE than that berdly fan art :) #then again any fanbase has those problems #like weebs #rant over i cant believe i ranted in the tags #kill me #krerdly #krispy chicken #deargodhelpmerant #in the tags

[p0nyobr]

PRESENTING MY OC!!!

Well, first of all, for a good introduction, I'm going to tell you everything that's currently relevant for you to know about my oc!

Her name is Sophia dos Santos Vitória. She is a Brazilian woman who, although introverted, is very chatty, lively and cheerful.

Her negative points are that she is very debauched, anxious, with a slightly foul mouth, and a short temper. Her good points are that she is determined, caring, loving, funny, trustworthy, loyal and very romantic. She always had a good heart.

Sophia is very proud to be Brazilian, she is the type of person who likes to resolve personal problems in secret, and hides a lot of things... She has a younger brother called Samuel, who has a very good relationship and is very protective. with him. Her most common nickname is "Sol" or "Soso".

Sophia lived with her biological parents until she was 12 years old, when a certain "accident" occurred that changed her life, and as a result she and her brother were adopted by Thiago.

Sophia met Ian at a young age when she went to the USA for the first time briefly (it was only 10 months), but she only officially lived in the USA after she was 12 thanks to Thiago. Ian's mother never really liked their friendship as she didn't understand why the girl's biological parents "disappeared".

As previously stated, Sophia hides many things about her life, and will never talk about her life before meeting Thiago. Sophia has a problem with her wrist, a type of arthritis after breaking her wrist bone repeatedly due to............

. . .

Some more silly information:

•Sophia has motephobia, although she doesn't like to admit why she thinks it's a stupid fear.

•Sophia hates fake people, betrayals and has a habit of walking away when she gets hurt by someone.

•She loves Dark Romance books, criminal case films, and loves eating chocolate, in particular, she loves brigadeiro.

•She is very proud of her country and loves answering questions in front of the country, the only thing she hates is ignorant assumptions and xenophobia.

•She is a musician, she makes some music in secret to "let off steam" but she intends to make songs and soundtracks for films, and being a small artist, she creates some content for the internet mainly on Instagram.

•Speaking of her music, her musical style is focused more on Rock and Pop, she is mainly inspired by artists such as Renato Russo, Rita Lee, Melanie Martinez and Freddie Mercury.

•Furthermore, while still in high school, she took a technical HR course, so she has knowledge in this area.

•Sophia has rhinitis, she always ends up having sneezing attacks because of it, and finally, her favorite animal is dogs!

Some more random sketches of her:

Well, so far I think we already have a good introduction about Sophia, my au in the swwsdj universe is called: "The DarkSide of the Sun" (Sophia x Sunny Day Jack). But I also intend to stage another au: "The BrightSide of the Shadow" where, briefly speaking, Sollys ends up meeting Jack, or rather, Joseph, long before the accident in '84, and what would have happened if they had met much earlier...

I'll probably also post some drawings and some small comics with other characters I love from Sncaap Studios, like Elias and Bo, but as said before, "The DarkSide of the Sun" will be my main project.

Well, thank you for reading this far, I apologize if there are any spelling errors, to be honest, most of the things I type in English are translated from Google Translate, but I hope to achieve better fluency in the future... Wait for new posts, byeeeee ;)

#sunnydayjack #sdj #swwsdj #somethingiswrongwithsunnydayjack #oc #ocs #art #artist #brasil #br #sdjoc #eliasgallangher #dachabo #thegroomofgallaghermansion

#sdj fanart #sunny day jack #dachabo #elias gallagher #something is wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #tgogm #oc #oc art #brasil #small artist #artist #ocs

[practically-an-x-man]

👻💢🍧🍁🌏📣 💗 for Nikoletta and Katherine? (Sorry it's a lot lol)

Ooooh thank you!! And don't apologize for it being a lot, I love a chance for a good OC ramble :D

OC Emoji Asks

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Nikoletta: No. She's so deep in "haunted history" from her voodoo scam in New Orleans, she's fully convinced it's all a load of shit. Once or twice, she's had an experience that's rattled her a little more, but she'd never admit that.

Katherine: Yes. At this point, she's had so much exposure to magic and gods and other supernatural events, it would be almost stupid to try and claim ghosts couldn't exist when so much else clearly does.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Nikoletta: She subconsciously tries to control the conversations she's a part of. It's mainly a survival reflex, but she'll duck around questions she doesn't want to answer and try to flip the focus back to the other person instead. It makes extended conversations a little difficult with her, at least at first.

Katherine: She takes on way more projects than she can actually balance, then gets frazzled and scatter-brained about finishing them. If she's bouncing off the walls with some unexplained anxiety, it probably means she's stressing herself over finishing something and can't handle anything else right now - even just suggesting going out for a walk is another thing to think about, so it's best just to let her take the lead for a while.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Nikoletta: No. She had hardly anything growing up, which already makes it more difficult to hold onto things for sentiment, and on top of that her personal belongings were lost/stolen while she was captive in STAR Labs and she had to start completely fresh once she escaped.

Katherine: Oh, of course! She's got her old comic book collection, a lot of childhood drawings, some stuffed animals... she probably wouldn't be too upset about losing one of those things, shit happens and objects do wear out over time, but it would crush her to lose it all.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Nikoletta: Early fall. College football and milder weather brings in a lot of tourists, so it's usually her most lucrative few weeks out on the street (it's about the only time of year where she can count on 3 meals a day and a decent roof over her head). And in Belle Reve, the seasons don't matter much since she's effectively always inside

Katherine: Summer. It reminds her of home, and she can't stand how cold New York gets in the winter anyway (especially compared to Memphis)

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Nikoletta: I think she wouldn't realize how attached she is to the person she loves to even make this decision. She's so used to being alone that she's more than a little rusty with having someone to care about like that, so she's more likely just to freeze up entirely.

Katherine: She would, and not even in a romantic-love context. She'd do anything for her friends or family... and actually gets awfully close to this sort of decision in the climax of Who Waits Forever Anyway?. She doesn't give up the world, but she does come awfully close to giving up her life for the people she loves.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Nikoletta: Not very loud. She speaks clearly, but she only speaks when she needs to (in her mind, superfluous chatter makes her seem less powerful or respectable, it breaks the illusion of her being "above" the others). She has a clear New Orleans accent (not Cajun, but Deep South) since she spent her whole life there, and her voice claim is tied to her face claim: Teyonah Parris.

Katherine: A little louder than average, mainly because she gets very exuberant when she's excited. She also has a Southern accent, though hers is a slightly milder Tennessean drawl as opposed to Nikoletta's Deep South. I don't have a particular voice claim for her right now.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Nikoletta: As I said before, she doesn't really process how much someone means to her since she's spent so much time on her own and putting a mask up over her emotions like she does. Still, though, I think it's obvious to others - when the antisocial ice-queen that is Nikoletta suddenly starts lingering near another random, equally-antisocial prisoner, even performing such bizarre acts as smiling and holding hands, you know something's up.

Katherine: Oh, it's so damn obvious. She's the queen of pining. She doesn't do flings since she's ace, so a genuine crush is a very deep, emotional thing for her. It's very obvious: she's all smiley, she keeps talking about them, her art ends up being a lot more romantic for a while since she's always thinking about them. When she's genuinely in love, she's settled a bit from that whole butterflies-crush stage, though she still talks about her S/O a lot

#my friends!!! #answered asks #ask game #my ocs #oc katherine johnson #nikoletta bordeaux

[mexicancat-girl]

Ooh how about #80 for your favorite pairing?

Thanks for the ask @uchidachi and sorry it took a few days! I ended up writing 4k words and filling a day for my OTP's pairing month that passed in November.

So thanks again for the prompt, it really got the writing juices flowing!

Also posted to AO3 here

Different, But The Same

Marc Anciel/Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Rated T, 3911 words

...

Nathaniel loves Marc with his entire heart.

Maybe it’s just him being young and stupid. Getting attached to the first boyfriend he’s ever had. To the first person he’s ever dated, really, discounting taking Marinette out on a date as Evillustrator.

But no one’s ever made Nathaniel feel the way Marc does. The way Marc’s smile makes his heart flutter and his insides warm, makes him feel safe and seen. How Marc’s laughs always gets Nathaniel to laugh along, buoyed by the other’s joy. How they can be sitting together doing nothing at all, and it still feels monumental because he’s spending time with Marc. The time he spends with Marc makes him feel different, makes him feel better.

Nathaniel adores Marc, but he knows Marc could do better than him. Deserves better than him.

After all, Nathaniel’s hurt Marc. Got him Akumatized that first day they knew each other.

Who the hell dates the person that got them Akumatized…? Either someone very stupid or very kind, and Nathaniel knows Marc isn’t stupid. He’s got top grades, one of the smartest kids in Mendeleiev’s homeroom.

So, Marc is kind. Ridiculously so. To be able to forgive Nathaniel for ruining his journal and getting him Akumatized all because of a misunderstanding and Nathaniel’s paranoia. And not only forgive Nathaniel, but to work on a comic with him. To be his friend. To… To date Nathaniel.

Nathaniel knows Marc can do better, knows he’s a burden. Nathaniel’s difficult to deal with.

He’s incredibly introverted and anti-social. It’s hard to take him out anywhere before his social battery drains and he needs to leave after just a few minutes. He gets overwhelmed easily, hates crowds and sudden noises. He gets twitchy and scared and runs away all the time from danger. He has a short attention span and is always drawing all over his schoolwork because of his ADHD. He has a hard time working with others. He’s been burned too many times before in group projects where he’s had to do all the work, or situations where he’s ignored and forgotten completely.

Already, Nathaniel knows he’s a bother, that he’s no good with people. And that’s not accounting his bad temper. He blows up harshly after he’s been wound up from stress. He’s constantly anxious and worried that people are making fun of him or waiting to ruin his things, not in short part because of Chloe’s bullying. And that leaves him with the tendency to lash out when things pile up too much.

It’s what led him to react so harshly to Marc that fateful day, at the fountain. Thinking he’d been getting tricked, because having someone so pretty and kind compliment his artwork and meet him alone, only for him to be recorded the entire time—that’s just another setup for humiliation. So Nathaniel lashed out. He realized right afterwards he’d done something terrible when Marc looked so horrified and cried about the ruined notebook, but it was too late, and—

Nathaniel apologizes often to Marc about it. Marc keeps shaking his head and insisting, “you don’t need to keep doing this, Nath, it’s in the past.” And they keep hanging out, building newer and happier memories together in the art room and by the fountain.

Even when Marc accepted Nathaniel’s offer for a date, a little voice inside the artist had been telling him to wait for the other shoe to drop. That Marc will date him, and at any point realize that he’s too good for Nathaniel. That Marc deserves better than Nathaniel and will break up with him. And it’d hurt, but at least they’d still have the comic. Nathaniel can live with that.

But they’ve been dating for two months know. In middle schooler time, that’s insanely long. The only other couples that beat them out of going steady for so long are Ivan and Mylene, Juleka and Rose, and Alya and Nino—in that exact order.

So maybe there’s something there. Maybe—maybe their relationship lasting so long is a sign. A good sign.

Unless Marc is only putting up with you because he doesn’t want to lose you as his artist for the comic, says a vicious voice in his head, because why else would he bother putting up with someone as lazy and hard to deal with as you?

Nathaniel’s always feeling his best when he’s with Marc, feeling like he’s at the top of the world with Marc’s laugh and smile and kisses. But afterwards he’ll feel so low, his doubts come flooding in like an unstoppable storm. Sure, Marc seems to enjoy their dates. But what if it’s less because Nathaniel is a good boyfriend and more because Marc is nice and has low expectations?

Before long, Nathaniel’s stomach is twisting itself into knots out of pure nerves. He can’t sleep at night. Sometimes he launches himself from his bed to dry-heave in the bathroom. What if what if what if echoing in his mind.

Maybe he deserves it. Maybe it’s a small price to pay, for being so terrible. Maybe Marc should just get it over with and break it off, stop pretending to put up with him, so he doesn’t have to keep waiting for it.

Then again, maybe he deserves this torture. After getting Marc Akumatized, maybe this is the way he can repay all the pain he caused.

Maybe maybe maybe.

---

Nathaniel’s tired and irritable and scatterbrained today at school. Well, more than usual, that is.

Him and Marc are in the art room, like always. They’re working on their comic, like always.

At least they would be if Nathaniel wasn’t feeling so sluggish and getting nothing done. Just a bunch of dumb scribbles with terrible anatomy, fit to be ripped out of his sketchbook and chucked into the garbage.

“Nath… Have you been getting enough sleep?” Marc asks worriedly after the artist throws his pencil down in frustration.

“I haven’t,” Nathaniel bites out. He buries his face against his hands, fingers curling and tugging on his hair. He takes a few deep breaths in and out, like his anger management coach has told him to do when he feels overwhelmed. It helps, especially when Marc rubs his back in comfort.

“You know, maybe we should go outside and get some fresh air today. It’s nice out,” his boyfriend says sweetly, voice a soothing balm. “Everyone keeps telling us we work too hard, anyways. A break will do us both a lot of good.”

“Okay,” Nathaniel chokes out, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes to keep his tears at bay. Marc’s a life saver. It’s like he knows just what to say to help. Nathaniel takes a few more deep breaths until his heartrate is back to normal and he doesn’t feel like breaking down. He drops his hands and gives his boyfriend a grateful smile. “Okay. Thanks, Marc.”

“Of course,” Marc responds warmly with an equally warm smile. Then he turns to pack Nathaniel’s things up for him. “C’mon. I know you’re allergic to sunshine, but it’ll be good for you, I swear.”

The artist snorts. “Oh, haha,” he says sarcastically, but a smile tugs on his lips as he takes his bookbag from Marc. He leans in to give Marc a quick peck in thanks, earning a shy smile with flushed cheeks from his boyfriend. “You don’t have to drag me outside all the time. I’m a big boy, I can walk.”

“Tell that to Miss Bustier next time you want to skip gym class. I literally had to drag you by the hand to get you to show up for soccer,” Marc shoots back, stuffing his notebook in his bag and shouldering it. He grabs Nathaniel’s free hand and presses a kiss against his hair.

“That was one time, okay. Will you ever let me live it down?” Nathaniel whines.

“Nope,” Marc responds sunnily with an impish tilt to his smile. “Not when soccer’s my favorite sport. I’ll always remember you not wanting to play.”

“I still showed up in the end to balance out the teams…” the redhead pouts, walking with his boyfriend as they exit the art room and make their way down the hall.

“You did! And I’m proud. That was a big thing for you, Nath,” Marc nods, swinging their connected hands slightly.

Nathaniel ducks his head, flustered. “It wasn’t a big deal. I just did what I had to—”

“Well, sometimes those are the hardest things to do.”

He’s just saying that, Nathaniel thinks as he bites his lip and glances up at Marc, he’s just being nice. He probably still thinks you were a whiny brat and totally lazy for not wanting to go in the first place.

“The hardest things to do…” he mutters as he turns his attention back to their path as they exit the school, heading towards the park.

Nathaniel never has to make hard decisions or have hard things to do. He’s just so scatterbrained and cowardly, even simple tasks get blown up into a huge production in his head. It used to be worse when he was younger, though, without getting diagnosed with ADHD and getting the medication for it. But still…

The hardest thing to do… Nathaniel thinks he knows what that would be, as he sees the fountain in the distance. The place that holds so many memories, not all of them good…

“A comic book? Us…? Never!” The memory of his cruelty echoes thickly in his ears, making Nathaniel wilt. His palms get gross and clammy. His stomach twists itself into knots so hard he feels like he wants to throw up.

It’s a relief to sit down on the edge of the fountain, his knees weak and wobbly. Marc looks at him with such sweet concern just then, it makes him feel supremely guilty. “Nath? Do you want to go home instead? I’ll walk you back—”

“Don’t,” Nathaniel chokes out, ripping his hand away from Marc’s so he can rub the sweat away on his thighs.

He feels his heartrate thump in his ears as he tries to breath. Is he having a panic attack? He’s not sure.

“Nath, do you want me to touch you?” Marc asks softly.

“No,” he says firmly, gripping his knees tight as he tries to do some breathing exercises. He’s so fucking pathetic. Why is he like this…? “No, I—Marc.”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry. I just. Please.” He takes one last shuddering breath, and decides, he’ll do it. He’ll make the hard decision. “Please just break it off already.”

There’s a long silence then. Nathaniel’s too cowardly to look at the other’s reaction, but he hears the other gasp in shock.

“What?” Marc says, alarmed, and then there’s a hand on his. Those familiar fingerless gloves glint slightly in the sunlight as Marc’s painted nails thread through his. “Nath, please. What are you talking about…?

“Dump me,” Nathaniel chokes out, “I—I’m a fucking mess, Marc. You don’t deserve putting up with me.”

“Don’t deserve—are you even listening to yourself?” Marc demands, sounding angry than anything. Nathaniel can’t help but cringe, making himself small and shying away. He tries to pull his hand from Marc’s, but the other just holds onto his hand tighter.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s taken me this long to make you happy. I should’ve let you be free sooner—”

“Nathaniel, no,” the writer says firmly. “No I’m not—I’m not forced into this relationship with you. You’re not letting me be free by breaking up with me.” Well, that’s a bit hard to believe, since he’s such a burden— “Nath, look at me.”

Nathaniel flinches. Marc sounds furious—more furious than he’s ever sounded before. But Nathaniel does what he says, looking up at Marc through his bangs.

“How can you think any of this? How can you say those things about yourself?” Marc demands, tears budding in his pretty emerald eyes. Nathaniel gapes back at him, panicked at seeing the other nearly crying from frustration.

“Marc—”

“No. You listen here, Nathaniel Kurtzberg. I like being with you,” he states, thick with emotion. Using his free hand, he swipes at his eyes. “I just—if you didn’t want to date me, fine. People break up all the time, and I’m not the easiest to deal with, either. I get too emotional. I used to have panic attacks once a week. I’m sure anyone would get sick from that.”

“Marc…” Nathaniel gasps, squeezing his hand back. “Marc, no. I—You’re amazing. I don’t hold your panic attacks against you—”

“Then why…? Why are you saying that I ‘put up with you’, if that’s not what you’re doing with me?”

And that’s when the flood comes, unbidden as Nathaniel babbles out, “I—you’re way more outgoing than me. People—people like you more. You’re smart and talented and so fucking nice. You’ve got top grades, and you’re the star of the soccer team. You could be dating anyone you wanted to, Marc. Anyone. So why settle for a—a stupid, lazy, hard-to-please loser like me?”

Nathaniel pants for breath after his torrent of word-vomit. He’s never said all these things aloud before to Marc, all these insecurities.

“…You really think that about yourself?” Marc asks quietly, emerald eyes shining with more unshed tears. “Nathaniel… I’m not settling for you. You are the sweetest, funniest, most genuine person I’ve ever met. You’re such a talented artist, it seems like every time I look over at you, you’re improving leaps and bounds. But you don’t have an ego, and you’re modest, and you’re so passionate about what you make it inspires me. You inspire me, each and every day.”

Nathaniel gapes back in shock, stunned silent by the other’s raw thoughts.

“It feels like I’m the one lucky to have you as my boyfriend. So don’t you dare say that I should dump you when you’re the only person I ever wanted to be with so hard it hurts. Unless you hate me and our relationship, then fine, dump me—”

“No! No—Marc, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Nathaniel confesses frantically, clutching back at Marc’s hand like a lifeline.

Marc’s hard expression softens, thumb swiping Nathaniel’s knuckles. “So are you.”

“Even after I got you Akumatized?” he asks in a thin, disbelieving voice.

“Oh, Nathaniel…” Marc says with feeling, a look of heartbreak on his pretty face. He carefully raises his hands, giving Nathaniel enough time to see what he’s going to do before cupping his face. “Is that what all this is about?”

Nathaniel’s lips tremble. “You should hate me, for what I did.”

Marc shakes his head. “That’s long in the past. And I don’t hate you. I never have.” He leans in to gently press their foreheads together. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”

Nathaniel finds himself letting out a shuddering breath. He searches those bright green depths. Waiting to see an ounce of dishonesty or discontent. But all Nathaniel can see is an honesty so genuine, it makes him ache.

“I just—” he starts, voice cracking. “I was such an asshole to you that day.”

“You’re different today than you were back then,” Marc adds softly, still cradling the artist’s face with such tenderness it makes tears prick in his eyes. “Why would I still hate you after everything you’ve done for me, everything we’ve been through together…? You’ve apologized so many times to me, Nath. And I’ve forgiven you a long time ago.”

“I… I’m sorry,” Nathaniel chokes out, before he’s sobbing like he’s five years old instead of fifteen.

“Oh, Nath…” Marc sighs. He quickly pulls the artist’s head down to lie against the crook of his neck and shoulder before wrapping him in a hug. Nathaniel buries his head against Marc’s neck, shuddering out sobs and tears of pure relief and adoration.

“You love me… You love me,” he warbles out, clutching back to Marc fiercely.

Marc’s arms just tighten around him in response, their bodies swaying slightly as comforting things slip past his lips. “Shhh, Nath. It’s okay. I love you so much… Let it out. I’ll still be here for you…”

It takes a good minute or two, but Nathaniel finally cries himself out, hiccupping and gasping for breath. Marc’s neck and the edge of his hoodie is soaked in tears, but Marc’s warm and comforting as he rocks them both in their embrace. It helps the artist push past the faint feeling of embarrassment as he basks in Marc’s love and care.

He always feels so warm and safe and comfortable with Marc. It’s just the little niggling in the back of his mind, that voice of anxiety and paranoia that insists that Marc hates him, that ruins his time with his comic partner. Marc’s one of his best friends even before they started dating. Their bond only grew closer once they got together romantically.

Nathaniel felt lucky he could have such an amazing, talented, kind, gorgeous boy to be by his side. He felt like he was living something too good to be true. That he didn’t deserve Marc.

But he does. He deserves Marc—because Marc loves him. Thinks Nathaniel is worthy to love him just as much as he loves Nathaniel. And that should be enough, shouldn’t it…?

Nathaniel feels lighter, now. His stomach stops twisting into knots, his heart slowing it’s frantic beating driven by fear and shame. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

“Thanks, Marc,” Nathaniel says with a sniffle against the other’s neck. He pulls back just enough to press a quick and teary kiss against his boyfriend’s cheek. “Sorry, I’m kinda snotty right now—”

“I still think you’re handsome,” Marc says loyally, letting Nathaniel go from his embrace. He turns to slot their lips together, completely ignoring how much of a mess the redhead is. And Nathaniel feels himself melt even further.

“Sap,” Nathaniel says fondly once they part with a wet laugh. He pats his pockets, finding a stray tissue to swipe at his eyes and blow his nose with. “Ugh. I feel crusty.”

“But you seem much better now. I think crying’s helped release your bottled-up emotions,” the writer says with a soft smile. He carefully tucks his boyfriend’s long bangs behind his ear. “It’s like you can finally breathe again, right?”

“Yeah. It does feel like that,” Nathaniel notes wonderingly, hands wandering to grab Marc’s forearms. “Huh. I guess it’s been a while since I last cried.”

“Couldn’t be me. I cry way too often,” Marc says sheepishly with a little cringe.

The artist shakes his head. “I think you cry just the right amount,” he says warmly, a smile tugging his lips. “Plus, I think it’s cute you get so invested in the characters of things you love, you get emotional when stuff happens to them. It shows you really care.”

“If you say so…” Marc trails off with a little pout, ears flushing pink.

“I know so,” Nathaniel says. He gets on his toes to give a kiss against Marc’s button nose. Marc scrunches said nose, going cross-eyed in bewilderment, and the artist can’t help the warm laugh that spills out of his mouth. “Um, I kinda want to just curl up in some blankets and cuddle right now. We could watch something too, if you want…?”

“I’d love to.” Marc gives an easy smile and adds, “You wanted to show me Ponyo, right? That movie looks sweet.”

“The little kiddy fish movie? You sure? ‘Cuz there are other things you might like better—"

Marc cuts him off with a swift kiss. When he pulls back, he grins down at Nathaniel with fond exasperation. “You love the Ghibli movies. And I love watching them with you. I think it’s a good choice.”

That’s right. Marc doesn’t hate Nathaniel. That includes not hating when Nathaniel wants to watch certain things that Marc might not know about.

“Okay. It’s super cute, so you’ll probably enjoy it, too,” Nathaniel admits with a nod, threading his hand through Marc’s. Their fingers curl together naturally, like little puzzle pieces slotting into place perfectly.

“I probably will. You’ve got good taste,” Marc says warmly. He raises their connected hands to kiss Nathaniel’s knuckles, and it makes a lovestruck smile spread on the artist’s lips.

“Alright…”

And then Nathaniel was tugging Marc along to go back to his house, feeling as light as a feather with his boyfriend by his side, swinging their connected hands slightly and smiling down at Nathaniel like he hung the moon and stars.

Nathaniel might be different now than he was back then—might be more willing to love and trust and collaborate with others—but the feeling of bone-deep affection for Marc since he first complimented Nathaniel’s drawings has always been there. And that won’t ever change.

---

Nathaniel breathes a sigh when he exits his therapist’s office, feeling strung out and tired… but in an oddly good way.

Marc is sitting in a chair in the waiting room, head snapping up and leaping to his feet. “Nath…! How’d it go?”

“Well, my therapist confirmed a few things I kinda already figured,” Nathaniel explains as he goes over to Marc. His boyfriend instantly threads their hands together, and it makes a smile naturally try to tilt his lips.

“You wanna talk about it, or are you good for now?” Marc asks with concern and doe eyes, “I know therapy sessions can be a lot to deal with. Either way, I support you.”

“I know, Marc. Thanks,” Nathaniel says, oh so fond and full of love he feels like he might burst. He leads them out of the waiting room, Marc beginning to swing their hands a bit. “I—so it turns out I have Major Depressive Disorder. Which explains a lot. Especially all the, like. Massive self-loathing.”

“Ah,” Marc replies softly, squeezing Nathaniel’s hand in comfort. “At least you’re going in the right direction, then. Getting help for it.”

“Yeah,” Nathaniel says, letting out a long sigh of relief. “I’ve gotta wait to see first how anti-depressants mix with my ADHD meds before I get any prescriptions. But I think just having the therapy sessions for now will help.”

“Good. I’m so proud of you, Nath,” Marc says, stopping them in place. Nathaniel blinks as Marc cups his face with his free hand. “I really am. I love you. And I’ll keep coming to wait for you for your sessions.”

“Marc…” the artist breathes, feeling choked up. He gives a wobbly smile and says a heartfelt, “Thanks. For always being there for me.”

“You’d do that same for me,” Marc says firmly, “You already do. I—we’re partners. Okay?”

“Okay,” Nathaniel nods, before he’s leaning up to kiss Marc on the lips. Marc kisses back, quick and eager, rubbing Nathaniel’s cheek with his thumb. Nathaniel finds himself melting from the kiss, from the unconditional love and support.

It’s different, to be going to therapy. To have someone so completely and utterly supportive of him seeking help. But it’s a good change.

Nathaniel is different now than he was back then when they first met. He’s finally happy. He’s healing.

Nathaniel is a different person, and he loves himself more than he ever has before. And no matter the changes, Marc loves him, too.

#marcnath #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #marcaniel #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #mexicat writes #mexicat asks #prompt #ask game

[asksoldieron]

SO-18: Memory Bomb!

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

No art, but hopefully my eyes will improve enough to add some later!

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Peanut Butter Bubblegum (SO-18) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

There! They got him! Well, sorta. That's definitely not Erik but he's in there somewhere. They'll get him out! Eventually!

I had such a cool idea for a musical comic but I can't do it. You'll have to read and imagine David and Hyacinth having it out, while what he is now is slowly subsumed by what he once was... Or while an imposter who made a very bad decision becomes permanently trapped in a web of his own lies. Maybe both at once!

*sigh* I'm struggling, but I don't get real feedback from the eye doctor. It's like they don't think I can't handle any negativity, so everything is all smiles and "you're doing great!" while I'm dealing with shit they should've sat me down and told me about before I even had the damn surgery.

You see, I had the impression the surgery was the best option for not losing any of the improvement I spent all last year making myself sick to gain. Heh. Maybe it was, but I've still lost ground and I'll need to put in even more work to get it back. I have a different issue now: stamina. My eyes get tired of focusing on detail, near and far, and in certain situations they'll just stop. I'll be straining as hard as I can and I won't be able to tell you if that's a D, C, O or G. It won't shift in and out of focus like I might be able to get it eventually, it'll just be a static blur until I rest my eyes and come back to it. (Kinda think the doctor thought I was faking or playing it up, since I could read letters the first time she asked me to, and then I couldn't. But the tech just listened to me describe what was happening and said, "Oh, yeah. Your eyes are just tired. Take a break.")

I don't have much trouble reading - as long as it's black and white or close to that. Much like Erik, I can get it from context. I've always read the shape of the word, because my damn eyes never worked like they're supposed to. But art is not like that. Hell, even reading a comic is harder for me right now.

I'm getting my Xmas computer soon. It has a bigger screen than my tablet, and I should be able to draw on it. I might not get so tired so fast with a bigger screen, but I won't know until I try. I found a good enough refurbished deal that I can afford a pen display with an even bigger screen, if it comes to that, but I'll have to give myself some time to strengthen my eyes in any case.

I thought I was just going to heal from this - it would only be a matter of time until the wound closed and my corneas cleared up - I certainly got that impression at the start. But now they say I'm not going to get better without more work. I'm stuck doing pretty much the same exercises, only now they're hard in a different way. The dry-eye does seem to be improving, but there's no guarantee it will keep doing that. I have nearly a year to wait for the dryness and light tolerance to stabilize, those things are the slowest to heal. Well, they would be the slowest, if I didn't have this stupid vision dysfunction. I have no idea how long that's going to take to adapt.

Anyway, this is all too many words. I'm trying to explain why I won't be able to come back with more story after a two week break, even though I have the next six-pack almost ready to go. I can write. I can reorganize the site (and I need to do that, the theme and the global colours are just stupid, and all my pattern blocks are malfunctioning). I can open a new bank account and put together a Ko-Fi page (after Patreon gets rid of my data - they only have a couple more days to do that within their 30-day limit!!). I can't illustrate. Nobody's going to stop scrolling and look at this shit in their feed if there's no images, and I'm not resorting to stock photos or AI.

I want to get to the point where I can spam my followers with something I'm proud of that looks nice, and send them to a site that I'm also proud of and which looks nice. I want more readers, but I don't feel right asking for them when everything's falling apart, including me.

So, I'll be here, but there won't be more story for a while. At least give me until the 20th, that'll be three months out from the surgery and I should be fairly well healed by then. It's just that I have this stamina issue nobody warned me about and no timeline for that. Almost like it doesn't matter. Hey, you can see without glasses! 20/20! Like we promised! Does it really matter if it expires without warning? It works when you read off the chart the first time and that's all you need, right?

No. I told you people I was an artist. You don't seem to be reviewing my chart and god alone knows if you even wrote it down, but you did ask me and I told you. This is not enough.

We'll see what the next few weeks will do for me. I hope like hell I'll be back soon with another six - words AND pictures.

[Back to Site?]

#tin soldier and soldier on #instalment #engagement lounge #eyes #updates #vent #didn't mean to vent but i don't know how else to explain #“you're doing better than you think you are!” the doc says #“welcome to my growing list of doctors i tolerate but do not trust” i would say if i could #but i don't have another doctor locally who can treat this at all #“hey didn't they tell you those eye drops don't work?” “what? but those are really good drops” “OK but they DON'T WORK” #“well just keep doing what you've been doing!” #FOREVER i guess?

[lunais-liam]

I just Imagined some awesome shit but I draw horrendous so I NEED someone to draw this and make a comic or an extended version because it's just so much

Peridot POV.

Some time living at the barn together, Lapis always seems to look weird at me, her eyes are always staring and when we talk, she always mentions our old ways. I know she's traumatized but come on, we've been okay for months by now, she needs to move on!

Sometimes I hear her whispering, but I don't really understand what she's saying, tho, she's probably talking about how Jasper and I used her at the ship and all of that stuff. I'm really getting tired of that, it must've been hard but come on!

Sometimes I wonder if I could change the way we're living now, it makes me really uncomfortable to be honest, but, what if I ask her what's really going on? Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she just wants me to leave and she was lying this whole time she's been living here with me..

Lapis POV.

I've been living with Peridot since steven brought me to the barn, she tries so hard to be with me but things just feel different, Peridot was tall, threatening, cool.. but now she's just.. her.

A lot of things have changed, but I didn't expect her to do so, I really felt something for her but now, she has just changed her whole personality just because she doesn't have her limb enhancers, I miss the old her but I don't want to say It, she may take it wrong.. What am I going to tell her if she asks? "Oh no, I just hate you now and want you to be rude and with fucking limb things to make you look less stupid." That would literally break her, and that doesn't really feel good to say.. I guess I'll just live with it.

Peridot POV.

Okay, I think I'm ready to ask her, I have it all planned now, I'll just go there and sit with her, then I'll talk to her, then I'll wait for her to say something about, you know, that, and If she doesn't I'll just bring it up! Easy, right?

Conversation.

Peridot approaches Lapis as she waves. - Heyy Lapis! How are you today?

Lapis looks at Peridot sitting next to her. - Are you okay? You look we-

Peridot interrupts Lapis. - Good! I'm very glad, what are you doing?

Lapis looks directly at peridot staring right onto her eyes. - You didn't let me finish, you look weirder today.

Peridot starts sweating a little bit because of Lapis staring at her. - I.. um.. Wait, weirder?

Lapis covers her mouth with her hands quickly. - Sorry! I didn't mean that, really.

Lapis sights and moves a little away from Peridot. - Look.. it's really hard, okay? Everything is different now.. You are different, and it just feels different.. I liked you Peridot.

Peridot looks sad to lapis until she hears the last sentence, her face went slightly red but still sad, even more than before.

Lapis - Sorry!! I shouldn't have said that, I'm really really sorry peridot, you're not the problem, really.

Peridot slowly stood up and after looking at Lapis one last time she ran away out of the barn.

Peridot POV.

I knew it was something like that, I didn't know she liked me but I know what I have to do now.. If she doesn't want me like this, then, I'll just never come back like this.

I'm at Steven's house now, I told him everything and Amethyst overhead, such a sneaky clod. Anyway, Steven told me I just need to be myself, but Lapis doesn't want me to be myself, and I want to be with Lapis.. I love her.

Amethyst said she'll help me but I don't trust her acts, really. I just hope this works..

Lapis POV.

I completely messed up, why am I like this? I fucked everything up, I'm a complete jerk.. What was I thinking? I knew it would hurt her but still I did it, I told her.. Now she's anywhere on earth and I can't do anything.. I should tell Steven, maybe he can help me!

I think writing a lot is not good in just one entry, so I will probably continue later, remember kids, do not change yourself for others benefits!

Also, you can ask questions about this thing! :))

#lapidot #steven universe #fanfic #lapidot fanfic #steven universe fanfic #lapis and peridot #comics #lapidot comic #ask me stuff

[therabbitthatpostthings]

A comic I might draw later

HEAVILY inspired by MorningMark and that one scene from Casper meets Wendy (1998).

TLDR: Luz friends love her and will defend her from any threat, even petty human teenagers. Playing real fast and loose with magic and Gravesfield okay, I don't know how magic transfer over now that The Titan is gone and King is still too young but we don't have to get in to all that okay. Also this isn't proofread, this is just a silly little idea I had.

So Luz is back in human realm to finish school along with Vee. Going about her daily goings about. On days like these she likes to walk around and just think/talk with String Bean. They can’t be in the Boiling Iles every weekend so taking a walk around Earth’s nature will have to do. She is human after all. Well no one said Luz’s return was a welcomed one (and after her whole speech about Phillip in class I doubt high schoolers spared her), but who is she care about their opinions? She’s the daughter of the greatest witch who ever lived, sister to a literal god and is friends with the most powerful witches the Demon Realm has ever known! Of course no one on Earth knows or would believe her (spare Jacob), but it’s the thought that counts!

All in all her days passed by fine, save for a few particular classmates. Classmates that had known Luz since she moved to Gravesfield and seen her jump from wierdo, to normie, to reserved and now somehow even weirder? The teasing never stopped or at least you get used to it, is what she told herself. More accurately what she told to String Bean on this particular walk.

“I can’t wait for break to come! Bump finally said yes to opening a Flyer Derby Track!” She cheered. String Bean hissed happily. She turned her head towards the tree line in confusion, like a puppy. Hearing something, she quickly turned into a staff. Luz was quick to grab her worried something might of spooked her.

“This is hilarious, I know you don’t have any friends but talking to a stick is a new low.” A familiar snide voice called from the tree line coming from the bushes and onto the path.

“Ugh Anna.” Luz rolled her eyes as the three stepped out, Anna and the other two girls Luz never really caught the name of.

“If I annoyed so bad why are you always following me? And I do have friends FYI!”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Your ‘super cool and awesome friends from out of town’!” She mocked “Weird that no one’s ever seen them before-“

“People have seen them, they were here for Halloween! They were in my Summer Break Presentation!”

“Oh yeah they were,” one of the follower girls said. Anna sent a stern eye her way before striding over to Luz.

“Whatever. Doesn’t change that you don’t have any friends at school and it makes sense! All you do is creep people out.”

“You think I want to friends like you?” Luz scoffed

“Excuse me-“

“You’re so rude to everyone around you, I doubt even those two like you.”

“What do you know?! Everyone thinks you’re weird!”

“Well if being ‘normal’, whatever that means, makes me like you? I’ll pass.“

Anna huffed in anger lunging towards Luz and grabbing onto the staff. They struggled, pulling towards each other. “Stop it! You’ll hurt her!”

“Her?!” Anna pushed off her back foot taking Luz down and grabbing hold of String Bean. She raised it above her head. “It’s just a stupid stick-“

Before she could slam String Bean down, a sheet of ice covered the path took Anna and her two followers down. String Bean was tossed in the air and caught by a figure riding a long vine.

“Luz!” Willow called out, the vine spiraling down to meet her on the path. Hunter and Gus were close behind. String Bean transformed back in Willow’s hand and floated towards Luz, nuzzling into her cheek.

“Oh girl, I thought I lost you.” She cradled String Bean close.

“Is she okay?” Hunter called out finally catching up with Willow, Gus behind him.

“Yeah, just a little shaken up.” Luz replied.

“What about you Luz?” Gus asked

“I’m fine,” she smiled “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we came to see if you wanted to hang out but it seems we caught you at a bad time.” Willow glared at the girls. They all scrambled to their feet, ready to run but were blocked by a wall suddenly appearing behind them.

“That’s bold, picking a fight and then running away?” Hunter stated

“Three on one? Talk about unfair.” Gus sneered

“I think three on three is fair enough.” Willow said, magic circles already formed.

“Guys!” Luz called. Luz looked at Anna, full of fear and for a moment saw something familiar. Even if it was fair, she sighed, “It’s not worth it, some people just never change.”

All three complied, sending their own threatening look towards the girls.

“What if they say anything?” Gus asked

“I doubt it, they would look like weirdos.” Luz smiled smugly. String Bean hissed as if to accent the point.

“See you guys on Monday.” Luz said waved off taking to the sky with her friends. Anna and her friends were awestruck at the sight but more so that no one would ever believe them.

Bonus:

“Well I don’t want to go near her- her creepy friends could come attack us again!” One of the girls yelled over the video call.

“We were not attacked, okay. Just Luz and her weirdo friends.” Anna huffed

“Get over it Anna, just let her be.” The other called

“When did this become my fault?!”

“When you almost got us killed today!

“For the last time, we were not attacked-“

A soft tapping at the window.

“Anna?”

“Hold on,” she said moving towards the window. She leaned it, examining it closely. Splattered her window suddenly was a mess of purple goo. It pulled itself off the glass and formed into a body, a face started to form from the goo. A girl with purple hair and bright yellow eyes, like a cat. She tapped on the window with a smile leaving a purple smear. Anna hesitated before the girl opened the window herself.

“Hi.” She smiled

“H-Hi.” Anna stammered

“I’m gonna keep this short cause it’s late. I’m not as nice as Luz or our friends so take this as your only warning. Never hurt my girlfriend. Got it?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Good.” She smiled. Her form distorted as her skin turned back into a dark purple. The slime slide off the windowsill and down the side of house all the way to the forest behind.

Anna was stunned staring out the window, her friends calling her name in the background.

Meanwhile at Luz’s house, the Hexside Crew set up for a movie night. “Amity! The popcorn’s ready.” Luz called

“Coming! Ghost thought she heard something.” Amity called back. She knelt down to let the incoming abomination slip back into her vase. Amity smiled to herself as she came into the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl and kissed Luz on the cheek.

“You’re smiley, did Ghost catch something?”

“No, just thinking about this spell Em taught me. I can show it to you later.”

#shitpost #shitposting #this was not supposed to be this long #the owl house s3 #the owl house #TOH #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #agustus porter #hunter noceda #vee noceda #hunter clawthorne #hunter deamonne #Hunter Noceda Clawthorne Deamonne #Gravesfield #I had the blonde cheerleader in mind for this but anyone works to be honest #string bean toh #damn I really wrote a short fanfic #my wattpad days are coming back to haunt me #I honestly didn't want to think of more names so I think it's funny the other girls are just “the other girls”

[happyandticklish]

I Want To See You Smile - Part Two

Notes: Commission for @ssnicker-doodless! I’ve been waiting for the motivation to add to this series, so thank you for providing it~ If it seems a tad unconcluded, there will be a part three eventually, maybe a part four depending on how long it takes me to wrap things up fully. Thanks again for supporting, I had a lot of fun writing this!! 

Summary: Murdoc can only stand so much of 2d ignoring him before he snaps. Unfortunately for him, 2d isn’t the only one who’s forced to speak. 

Two weeks.

14 Days. 

336 hours. 

20,160 minutes.

1,209,600 seconds of radio silence except for those words circling endlessly in his head. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me. Murdoc couldn’t seem to shake the phrase; it followed him like a ghost into rehearsals and bars and the arms of the random people he found there. It seemed to open up a void in him, sucking all emotion and time greedily into itself until Murdoc thought he was going to go crazy.

If he was being honest, he knew what the void was, but he refused to put a name to it. He was being petty, but he couldn’t help it.

By the third week of 2d’s silent treatment, something had to break.

He was on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels. He wasn’t drunk, not yet; he was still in that pleasant tipsy stage where his thoughts became blurred and everything seemed inconceivably funny. The TV flicked to something inane about a talking giraffe who was trying to befriend a dog, and Murdoc grinned, leaning back and settling in for the promising endeavor.

“Noodle, have you seen my socks, someone’s taken them all from my drawers—oh.” 2d paused, one hand still gripping the doorway to swing himself in. His gaze flicked between Murdoc’s lazy curl and the cartoon animals on the TV. “I didn’t realize you were in here.”

“I didn’t realize you were talking to me.”

“Yeah, well. I’m not.”

“You couldn’t have said that if you’re not talking to me,” Murdoc pointed out. He shot a grin back at the other, grateful, inexplicably, for his presence, even if it was annoyed. “So I guess you must be, then. I’d almost forgotten what your stupid voice sounded like.”

2d bristled, pressing his lips together to prevent himself from further breaking his own rules. His legs seemed to make a decision at last, and he stumbled into the living room. He curled up against the end of the couch, as far away as he could be from Murdoc without falling onto the floor.

The two watched cartoons in stubborn silence for several minutes, both of them desperate to break this stalemate, but neither willing to be the first to do so. Every once in a while, Murdoc would laugh at something onscreen and 2d’s head would jerk up as if his neck was on a string.

Murdoc had had plans to be petty for much longer, but the alcohol was clouding his judgement process. He took a long swig of his drink, for courage or luck he wasn’t sure, and pointed the empty bottle at 2d.

“I don’t see why I should be punished for doing something you like.” His words swirled together, too happy and incoherent for this conversation. “You said it yourself, you liked it when I tickled you, you thought it was ‘fun’ or whatever. So what’s the big deal?”

And just like that, their fortnight of silence was over.

“Did you ever think to not tickle me in the first place?” 2d snapped. “You never asked, not once. It was only when you wanted to. It was fun, yeah, but not if you’re just being a dick.”

“Why else would I tickle you?” Murdoc scoffed, rolling his eyes and trying to hide how much those words stung. “It’s not like it’s a particularly enjoyable experience, and from the way you were squirming around I might as well have been making a stab at your life. It’s no different from anything else, and if you’re that hung up on it, I just won’t do it anymore.”

2d flinched back like he’d been slapped. He settled back into the couch cushion, drawing his knees up in a protective stance.

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, staring down the comically large squirrel on screen. “I didn’t say that, did I?”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

2d’s lip was jutted out in a slight pout. The gesture was childlike and somber at the same time, and also slightly cute, which was a thought Murdoc didn’t want to digest at the current moment. “I didn’t want the tickling to end, not exactly. I never would have said anything if I had known you would stop. I just wanted…. I dunno. For you to want it too. We used to have fun together, and now you’re just surly and mean all the time. But whenever you, y’know—” he wiggled his fingers in demonstration—“it felt like old times. It didn’t feel mean like when you make fun of me.”

There it was. The words twisted unpleasantly in Murdoc’s gut, guilt and regret and desire sticking any comeback he might have had in his throat. Because he was right. Whatever the fuck the tickling addiction had been, it had been different. Seeing 2d’s mouth split haphazardly into a smile had brought him a bigger high than any drug could, and once he had started, he couldn’t stop.

Maybe it was because he liked that he was the one to make 2d look like that. To know that he had the power to make someone happy, to make them laugh even, as opposed to infecting everyone around him with the same pain that ran through his veins.

Maybe it was because seeing that stupid smile made him want to kiss him all over his stupid face.

“…I do.”

“What?”

“Want it too.”

“Oh.”

“Wanted it, I mean. Still want it. I don’t know.” Murdoc was rambling, swinging the bottle around like it was a conductor’s wand. He wasn’t sure if he would be having this conversation sober, so he forced himself to continue while his normal inhibitions were blocked off. “What I’m saying is, I had fun too, for whatever it’s worth. I never meant to yell, I just… Christ, just looking at you made me want to… and so instead I got angry. Like I always do. But I’m not angry, I’m… I don’t know. I guess I’m just fucking sorry. I didn’t... well, I didn’t want this.”

He wasn’t sure if he had gotten through a single coherent sentence, but it was as close as he was going to get to an explanation. 2d was staring at him, his mouth open slightly in a tiny O. His face was flushed, from the heat or from the conversation Murdoc couldn’t tell, but it was making his hands itch and so he looked away.

“Kinda want to do it now,” he admitted, and he could hear the way 2d’s breath hitched—not helping at all with his self-control. "Which is super fucking weird, but I do. So yeah. You were right. I do like it. I like it and you like it so I don’t even know why we’re fucking fighting.” He shoved the bottle on the table before the alcohol could force him to confess anything else.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

For a moment, that was all 2d said, just that singular consonant Oh. It was possible he had broken him. Murdoc sighed, resigning himself to the awkward hell he had doomed both of them to with his speech, when—

“You kinda want to now?”

Murdoc’s bloodstream froze. “Yeah. I guess. Kinda.”

“Well then.” 2d’s tongue swept over his bottom lip, the gesture nervous and terribly distracting. “I guess it would be alright if you did. I mean, since you want to.”

Murdoc narrowed his eyes, because it was possible this was some very vivid hallucination his brain had cooked up to help him cope with rejection, as it had a tendency to do on occasion. “Really? You know you don’t have to say that, right? Because I don’t want to force you into some shit you don’t want to do just to humor me, I’m not fragile, alright?”

“I know,” 2d said quickly. “But… I kinda want it too. Only this time, on my terms. So we stop when I say. Is that… I mean, is that alright?”

Murdoc swallowed, still trying to convince himself that this was happening. “Yeah, I can work with that.”

2d was smiling already, the anxious, jerky one that seemed to have a tight grip on Murdoc’s hands. If anything, he was the one in 2d’s control, not the other way around. 

Murdoc started with his knees, as they were curled defensively in the way of the rest of him. Pinching around the bone and forcing the leg to jerk down with a frantic yelp from 2d, squeezing the area more until it came back up, then down again, unable to make up its mind. With each tweak came another round of giggles, which served as excellent encouragement for Murdoc to try again until 2d was a mess only thirty seconds in.

He looked like a fish out of water, squirming and flopping around on the couch as he tried to stop himself from fighting back. When Murdoc discovered that under his knees worked just as well, if not better, than the tops, he was met with a foot slamming suddenly and desperately into his shoulder as 2d jerked back on the couch.

Murdoc paused, arching a brow as he glanced over at the offending limb. “Now I really don’t think you meant to do that.” He abandoned his knee to grab his ankle instead. “There are consequences to actions, you know.”

“Wait, Muds, c’mon, dohon’t, ahaha, ehee h-hohold ohon!”

Nails fluttered expertly over his soles and 2d let out a noise akin to a squeak as he fell back on the couch in a fit of laughter. He gave up on fighting back to cover his face instead, though Murdoc could still see the blush tinting his ears.

And okay, yeah. Maybe he was a little cute like this. Objectively speaking. Anyone would think it looking at him, or at least that was how Murdoc was choosing to justify it.

“Ihihi c-cahahan’t, ahaha, nahaha, I can’t, I cahahan’t!” 2d dug the heel of his free foot into the sofa, arching off of the couch and briefly entertaining the idea of escape before coming crashing back down. “Plehehehease!”

“Can’t what? I can’t understand you through all that laughter, you’ll have to speak up.”

Murdoc dug under his toes curiously and was rewarded with a shriek as instinct took over and 2d jerked his leg out from his grip. Interesting. Murdoc put a pin in that discovery for the time being, and chose to straddle 2d’s legs to get at easier territory. It took him no time at all to find that spot on his hips that always seemed to work, and 2d jumped under him, his giggles growing desperate and wild as he fought to shove Murdoc’s hands away from the offending area.

“You know, I had almost forgotten how ticklish you were,” Murdoc mused, digging his thumb against the divot right underneath his bone. 2d wheezed out a warbled plea that was quickly lost to laughter. “I didn’t even think it was possible for a person to be this ticklish. I probably would’ve gone insane by now if I was in your position—given up several trade secrets, too.”

2d’s shrieks implied that he wasn’t that far off in that assumption, but he hadn’t said stop yet, despite how intolerable this seemed. Warmth rushed to his own face at the thought that the other was actually enjoying this—that 2d liked being made to writhe and laugh underneath him. In his distraction, Murdoc dug in harder, meticulously going about destroying the spot and bringing 2d to new levels of desperation. His legs scrabbled on the couch for any kind of purchase as his hands continued their useless mission to force Murdoc to a new spot.

“Ohohohokay ohohokay ohohohokay, nahahahat theheheEHEHERE!” 2d’s voice brought Murdoc snapping back to reality, and he glanced down at the helpless man dying under his hands. “Tihihihihihihickles!"

"Aw, but I like it here,” Murdoc teased, evading his hands and tugging his shirt up so he could skitter his nails over bare skin instead. 2d’s skin twitched and trembled with each sweep of his fingers as if he were being electrocuted. “Besides, you’re laughing way more than before, so you must like this spot.”

2d resorted to shaking his head weakly, the only thing he could think to do to deal with the addictingly unbearable sensations crawling over his skin. “T-Thahat’s not, ahaha, why I-I’m lahahahaughing!” He nearly fell off the couch when Murdoc’s hands traveled just a tad lower, tracing over his waistline. “EheehEAHA tohohoo mUHUHUCh! Stahahahap!”

Murdoc quickly retracted his hands, leaving the other reeling from the sudden transition. “Sorry. I didn’t… well, I didn’t realize how far I’d gone. Are you… er... okay?”

2d nodded breathlessly, leftover giggles crinkling the corners of his eyes and leaving his face flushed with mirth. The sight made Murdoc feel uneven, like the floor had shifted out from under him and he was struggling to find a new footing. “Yeah. It just tickled. A lot. You’re really good at that.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to be good, you’re ticklish enough that all I have to do is poke you and you’re a mess,” Murdoc said wryly, giving a quick demonstration. 2d jerked underneath him, nervous laughter slipping out already and further proving the his point. “See?”

2d scoffed in embarrassment, but it was clear he wasn’t really irritated.

“Do you want to stop then?” Murdoc asked, a tad awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how these sorts of things were supposed to go down. Before, he had always left in a huff once they’d hit the aftermath; he’d never made it this far before. “I know Noodle’s been hounding me about practice if you wanted to head downstairs and work on something.”

“No! I mean—” 2d coughed, forcing his voice back to something more normal. “That is, uh, if you wanted. We could. You know. Keep going. For a bit.”

“I thought you said to stop.”

“Yeah, but only for a break.” 2d shrugged sheepishly. “I never meant I wanted to stop for real.”

“Oh.” Murdoc tried to keep the smile off of his own face for fear of it giving away his own excitement at the proposition. “Yeah, I guess we could, if you wanted.”

Moments later, laughter bounced across the walls of the apartment once more, limbs and fingers flying on the couch as Murdoc set about the task of destroying his bandmate. The squirmy feeling in his gut was still there, as well as the incredibly annoying but growing urge to capture the last of his giggles with his own mouth, but he decided he would deal with that at a later date. 

Or not. He hadn’t decided yet.

For now, he shoved the feeling down and devoted his attention back on 2d and the terribly effective spot under his arms.

#tickle fic #commissions #gorillaz #2doc #2d #stuart pot #murdoc niccals #fanfiction #tickling #commission

[thejuniperparable]

((request)) stanley is bored and tries to get new endings by doing stupid shit around the normal office (using vending machines, making forts, breaking mugs?) if you do writing for this one i might draw a comic or smth for it! also merry christmas if you celebrate :DDD

(Sorry for the long wait! Hope everyone had a nice Christmas!)

(For this prompt, I decided to write a oneshot for it :D)

Stanley had found, clicked, discovered, and broken absolutely everything in the parable. Yet that somehow didn't deter him from messing with the vending machine in the Employee Lounge for the umpteenth time.

"Stanley kicked the vending machine. Stanley shook the machine. Stanley screamed at the machine. But his exertions proved futile. The only thing that would come out of this was the loss of his job."

The office worker huffed, settling for a cup of coffee. Which tasted absolutely terrible.

"Blame that on your unrefined palate," the Narrator shot back. "What are you even trying to accomplish here?"

He shrugged, signing, New endings. New anything.

The voice gave a derisive snort. "Well, Stanley, I'll say that your behavior here certainly isn't new. Your antics aren't going to magically change the course of the narrative."

Stanley responded by pouring his coffee into a nearby plant. It probably wouldn't die. Probably.

The next reset, Stanley managed to convince The Adventure Line™ to join him in a fort. Built in the employee lounge of course. It was haphazardly thrown together, with the couch cushion roof threatening to collapse, but at least Stanley and the Line™ fit comfortably under it.

Eventually, both Stanley and the Line™ got bored, with the Line™ breaking several holes in the ceiling before leaving. This destruction caused the game's graphics to malfunction, and soon the game itself crashed. Stanley swore he heard the Narrator's irritated groan as everything reset.

Maybe next time he wouldn't invite the Line™ to join him. But hey, Stanley marked this as a new ending in his book.

...

"Besides blatantly ignoring the fact that all his coworkers were gone, Stanley also decided to destroy company property. Which would probably result in him getting fired. Or in legal trouble."

Another loud shatter filled the Mind Control Facility. Stanley leaned over the railing, casually dropping coffee mugs into the dark abyss. He cheerfully ignored the Narrator.

"You do understand that I'll have to clean that mess, hmm?" The Narrator groused. "Seriously, how is this entertaining to you?"

His only answer was yet another mug plummeting into oblivion.

Having run out of mugs, Stanley decided to go through the Freedom Ending. Nothing new happened there, but he could clearly hear the Narrator struggling to rein in its anger.

"And Stanley was... happy." As Stanley's vision turned white, he heard the Narrator grumble, "Even though he's making me absolutely miserable at my expense."

...

When Stanley spawned in, he found himself standing in a dark room in front of a wooden table. The fluorescent light overhead flickered, barely illuminating the small room.

"Stanley," The Narrator began. "This is me being serious. In fact, this is my serious room. It's where I come to be serious."

Seriously?

"Yes, serious-" it stopped. "Oh, you know what I mean. I've been thinking very deeply these past runs. And I believe I've found a solution to your anomalous desire for something 'new.' Oh yes, you've been seeking something... different, haven't you?"

Stanley nodded, a little worried about the direction the Narrator's monologue was going.

"Well, here's my proposal. One hundred, billion, trillion years standing here in the serious room." He paused for dramatic effect. "How's that for a new ending, hmm? You chose to tamper with my game, desperately seeking something, anything to satiate your boredom. So here! Here's your prize. Congratulations."

That's a long time, Stanley commented, now perched on the table.

"Oh, certainly. That's about... hmm... I don't have an exact number, but yes, it is a long time. Perhaps even forever. I'll check back here every hour or so, alright? Have fun."

With those words, the Narrator went silent, presumably leaving to go to his third swimming pool. Or whatever omnipresent voices did when they weren't busy trapping hapless office workers in "serious rooms." Stanley began humming a tune to himself. It was just him, the table, and the light.

As if on cue, the light abruptly went out with a sharp crackle. Ok... now it was just Stanley, the table, and the shadows.

One minute down, at least a trillion more years to go. Stanley laid down on the table, staring up at the ceiling. He was going to be here a while.

#the stanley parable #the narrator #stanley #oneshot #looks like stanley won't be available for the next few eternities #whoops!

[xzturtles]

Things the fandom doesn't talk enough about #2

(I’ll do 10 points each part to keep it shorter)

1. Casey is the best example of "how bad the writers are at characters.”

He was one of the main character at some point..still...we know barley anything about him. How old is he?

16?

17? Who are his father and his little sister, what happened to his mother?

Why can't he be Leo's crush...I just want Leo to get a boyfriend or male crush that isn't a cartoon figure.... What is his backstory?

He had to 100% trouble with the police right?

Are his front teeth missing because of a hokey accident or because of a fight?

2. Speaking of mother....from the main cast (+ all teen girls) characters are the mothers either dead or never mention or presumably gone in any way.

April's and Karai's mother are dead, nobody knows what's with Casey's, Shini just left her family apparently..if she had one, Mona lived mostly with G'Throkka in space and Renet apparently lives either at her working place under the command of Lord Simultaneous or lives by Lord S and works at night.

(I have headcanon for Renet which I’ll post once I finished a drawing with her (mainly to finally start getting back into writing fanfiction after a 3 year break) and somewhat also with Shini & Mona but I’m not so far on these two)

Also...are any of Mona’s, Shini’s or Renet’s parents alive?

3. Speaking of Renet...she has a dagger that she NEVER used once in all of her screen time...and apparently she’s left-handed (She’s using her left hand the majority of the time + she’s carries the dagger on her left leg on a position where she wouldn’t able to grab it and pull out quickly...I definitely didn’t spend half an hour analyze..so yeah, there’s a good chance that she’s left handed.)

Also what's up with the "You just have to wait until we meet again Michelangelo, in the future." this is one of the most terrible open story holes ever.

She hints a relationship between her and Mikey but this quote just led people to think that they're doing a Season 6 or something else WITH the 2012 show....yet, they'll never to anything with them probably again...at least they could do a spin-off comic but no.

At least we know that Mikey & Renet have contact...and that Mikey apparently kissed Renet but how true this is knows nobody.

Also we ignore Mikey’s pointless crush on Shinigami...I mean it does makes sense insofar “Mikey is heartbroken because he thinks he’ll never see Renet again, so he tried to move on and search another love in his time”...but why was neither the crush on Renet or on Shini mention, when one girl apparent in a episode.

They could’ve at least made a scene that Mikey was heartbroken in thoughts of never seen Renet again (since at least a year should have past when she left (”should have” because the timeline is so messed up that we don’t know it)) and that he simply try to forget about her or something but really nothing?

4. Just...why.

5. This

6. The past Turtles are still in Space...what are they doing? How would past Raph react to Mona (which he never meet before) and she’s randomly “Hello my boyfriend”?

Told future-Raph past-Raph about them having a girlfriend? I mean the past Turtles never meet the Salamandrians.

7. THEY'RE ALL STILL ALIVE BUT NEVER MADE A CAME BACK DEUIJHDEIUHIQHQSOI

8. Pigeon Pete.

Did he died?

Was he fired?

Turned he into a villain?

Did he flew away?

WHY DOES NOBODY WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM???

9. There is a small chance that Mikey is either playing stupid or being extremely lazy or just being the biggest child alive. He showed many times in the show that he has a very good memory and a pretty good understanding of chemistry.

10. According to Mikey they're still 15 years, A SEASON BEFORE Casey said that the first Kraang invasion was "last year."...meaning they between Season 1 ending and Season 2 ending was 1 year in between but in Season 3 they're still 15?

By this they should've been 16.

Also by this logic, by season 5 they should be 18 because apparently between the ends of the seasons a year has past.

 End season 1 - 15

 End season 2 - 16

-End season 3 - 17

-End season 4 - 18

But following what Mikey said...between 3 seasons NONE year has past..meaning with in a single year (S1. E1. - S3. E.4) - They had 2 whole Alien invasion - Splinter "died" - Anything that happened around Karai. - They almost died more than once. - Mikey almost exploded. - A pizza zombie apocalyptic - They went into Dimension X - They found April's "mother” - April discover her power - At least 23 Mutation

I refuse to believe that all happened within LESS than a year.  Even for a cartoon...that's too much.

I absolutely hate the timeline in the 2012 show, it’s way too illogical and confusing.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #Things the 2012 fandom doesn't talk enough about #tmnt2012

[hanjisick]

wait it's #16 + hyunjin anon (shoud i start going by and emoji this is starting to sound funny ahdjshk) again and i just sent you an ask but i just saw that ships are open so i thought this was my chance! i never know about that so sorry in advance of some of the info is useless 💀

so i'm shy at first and i take a while to open up but i'm actually pretty talkative once i get comfortable (sometimes it's a little hard to shut me up actually) i cry really easily and over stupid things too... i'm quite the sensitive person. i can't lie to save my life. i'm super clumsy it's actually sad ahdksjk, always bumping into something or dropping stuff i'm holding 😭 i'm pretty nerdy when it comes to my interests like i'm a huge fan of dc comics and star wars, i love watching movies and tv shows and i also love reading, i absolutely LOVE art, drawing is one of my favorite things to do (although i'm not that confident on my talent,,), i also like writing but i don't do it very often. oh also i'm a girl and i go by she/her pronous i think i should've mentioned this before?? i guess this is all i have to say about myself,, thank you 💗

a/n: u should use an emoji but i laugh every time i see it so omg,,, i almost wanted to ship you with hyun for giggles but i’ll take it seriously >:)

i ship you with…

felix!

i see him going for a girl like you. someone shy and gentle, super clumsy and in general just such an adorable person. he’d find you so cute, unable to contain his smile around you and feeling such a need to just wrap you up in the biggest hug ever.

once you two got to know eachother and you became more talkative, i think he’d just fall for you even harder. not even fall, he’d straight up crash— always willing to drop everything he was doing to listen to whatever you wanted to talk about with him.

but your crying would break his heart, even if it was happy crying. no matter the cause, he would never laugh at you and take your tears very seriously. if you’re upset, his go-to make you feel better is to geek out with you, easily being able to learn about your interests enough to talk to you about it.

his favorite activity is to lay with you and watch shows, simply enjoying your presence. <33

yandere felix

if anybody were to make his darling cry, they were done for. something about your clumsy and shy nature makes him feel the overwhelming urge to protect you, willing to go as far as he needs to make sure that your beautiful smile never leaves your face.

the fact that you can’t lie would be so perfect for him as well. it would ease a lot of stress for him to know that you couldn’t ever do anything he wouldn’t know about. in his mind, you’re just perfect, so much so that he would barely ever feel the need to correct any of your behavior— only those around you.

felix would never let you get away with saying anything negative about your art though. everything you created was perfect in his eyes, better than anything he had ever seen before.

basically, you’re perfect to him in every way. <3

#ships #skz ship requests #skz ships #ship requests #stray kids ships