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citrucee · 9 months
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i was tagged by @anthonypanics! thanks for including me :)
were you named/named yourself after anyone?
there's a nonzero chance i named myself after a jojo character
when was the last time you cried?
when i was cleaning out my room before i started college. i was looking through old notebooks that had seen AGES of my life.
the specific one that made me cry was one that had covers in it from when i was in 4th grade, that then got used by my mom as a rabisco for a while. like this notebook had been through a lot, felt like a family heirloom for some reason.
after finding it mom showed me the song O Caderno by Toquinho and i sobbed.
do you have kids?
nope! if i did i'd be worried
do you use sarcasm a lot?
i think i use it more than i think i do. i say i don't like sarcasm but sometimes its fun when its very clear its a bit.
what's the first thing you notice about people?
this is a hard one. i'd have to say personal style? i tend to look at people's clothes a lot, then hair and any jewelry they might have. faces come as a close second (but i'm trying to make it a first for art reasons)
what's your eye colour?
dark brown last time i checked
any special talents?
i'm a really fast learner! or so i've been told. people tell me i pick up skills super quickly, but to me i can't pick them up fast enough for the amount of things i want to do.
scary movies or happy endings?
i wish i could pick scary movies. seeing letsplays of indie horror games makes me want to deep dive into horror, especially the real metaphorical psychological horror ones, but unfortunately i'm a big baby coward who gets jumpscared and panicked just from watching someone else play a scary game lmao
where were you born?
a city in Brazil!
what are your hobbies?
a whole lotta stuff!
digital art, writing, some traditional art, conlanging, game dev, web dev, 3d modeling...
now the amount i engage with these hobbies is WIIILDLY uneven, but i'm doing my best to tip the scale
have any pets?
used to! my sweet little kitty passed away last year.
what sport do you play/have you played?
i think i've played handball, futebol, tennis, (does swimming count as a sport? i did a lot of that) and i took like 2 classes of HEMA before quitting.
how tall are you?
i get a different measurement each time i go to the doctor but around 5'8
favourite subject at school?
i really liked english and language learning classes! until they got hard and i started sucking at them lmao
dream job?
very good question... currently im aiming to be a linguist. i'd love to do fieldwork and study how bilingualism affects people and language shift and accents etc. all of that is so cool to me!!
tagging: @hyp3rbolee @fishsticxz @h0ney-bee @bunnyswing @realcookii @splenduhdoy @angelbitezzz ...and anyone else who'd like to do this!
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inkskinned · 1 year
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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My rendition of @tempo-takoyaki's DTIYS!
Congrats on the milestones! And to everyone else, please go check out their 'Drawing TGCF (except I haven't read the books)' series!
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kagooleo · 2 months
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doodlin some joh’s
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humanmorph · 9 months
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therapy, huh
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torra-and-the-toons · 2 months
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As is tradition on my blog, Torra must carry someone like a precious little cub and unfortunately, that someone was Nigel.
Help him
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drops-of-moonlights · 8 months
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inherited curse
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the-binding-blade · 1 month
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afternoon practice
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more lineart and color experimentation because my work is never finished
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mickittotheman · 1 month
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Hello! Can I ask for gallavich + 47? Thank you :)
Hi!! I too am fueled by spite so this was a very fun prompt to fill.
47. ...out of spite
Mickey only hears the conversation by accident.
It’s early. Way too fucking early to be awake, but he’d reached up to grab at Ian’s big warm arm and his fingers had met nothing but cold empty sheets and the jolt of panic he’d felt had been enough to have him stumbling up and out and down the hall.
The panic is receding a bit now, with Ian’s voice floating up the stairs. There’s other noises, too. The coffee maker burbling, dishes clinking, the fridge rattling as it’s opened and closed, but all Mickey is focused on is ian ian ian.
The panic ebbs out to a low grade hum. It never goes away completely. Probably never will.
Mickey sighs, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand, the other one still clutching the stair railing so hard his knuckles are white. 
Slowly, the actual words Ian’s saying start to filter through. 
“–is that supposed to mean? Of course he’s good for me. He’s the only reason I came back in the first place!”
There’s the sound of someone slurping obnoxiously. Probably Lip drinking his fucking coffee. He always slurps when he drinks coffee. “He’s also the reason you left, so.”
“Fuck off, Lip.”
“Seriously?” Fiona scoffs, faucet squeaking as she shuts off the water, “That’s why you disappeared out of the fucking blue?”
Oh. 
Mickey twists his lips. Debates just turning around and going back to sleep. It’s too fucking early for this shit. 
“I left for a lot of reasons, okay?”
“Ian. Sweetcheeks. I���m just worried about you. We’re all worried about you–”
“Well, maybe everyone should be more worried about you.”
“Ian!”
“He’s got a point.”
“Who’s fucking side are you on, Lip?”
“I’m not on anyone’s side. Jesus.” Another obnoxious slurp. “And keep your fucking voices down, you’re gonna wake up the kids.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” Ian snarks, “Liam hasn’t been sleeping very well. Wonder why that is.”
“Ian. Please. I just want what’s best for you.”
“Mickey is what’s best for me.”
“Seriously?” Fiona laughs, and Mickey would probably be more offended if he hadn’t nearly blurted out the same thing.
He swipes at his nose. Shoots a longing glance down the hall behind him, towards his little makeshift nest on the floor made of blankets and pillows that smell like Ian. Shoots a longing glance down the stairs in front of him, towards Ian. He sighs again. Sits on the top step. Tunes back into Fiona’s tirade.
“He’s a thug–”
“–you just got out of jail.”
“He’s a highschool drop-out–”
“–we’re all highschool dropouts.”
“He’s a Milkovich–”
“–oh, because being a Gallagher is so much better?”
“He can barely even stand to touch you–”
“–trust me, he touches me plenty.”
“In private,” Fiona presses, pitching her voice louder over the sound of Lip snorting and nearly choking to death on his coffee. “The moment you guys are around other people he acts like you’re radioactive fucking waste.”
“Jesus, Fi, can you blame him for not wanting people to find out–?”
“But we already know! He knows that we know. And he knows damn well that Gallaghers don’t snitch.”
Mickey gnaws on his lower lip, eagerly awaiting Ian’s snarky comeback. 
It never comes.
“Ian, sweetie,” Fiona says, voice soft again, “I’m just worried you’re getting too attached.”
Say something.
“I’m– Ian, I’m sorry, but I think you're reading signs you hope are there, instead of the signs that actually are there.”
C’mon, Ian, fucking say something.
“I just… don’t think he’s as into you as you're into him.”
Ian finally says something. 
“Yeah,” he says. 
Mickey blinks. His mouth drops open. His brows scrunch together.
“I really am sorry, sweetheart–”
“No, it’s.” There’s the sound of Ian taking in a shuddery breath, followed by a deep sigh. “You might be right.”
Jesus fucking christ. 
Mickey hauls himself up. Stomps down the stairs. Hears Lip mutter ‘oh shit’ before he’s even in view.
By the time Mickey reaches the base of the stairs they’re all looking at him with wide eyes. Lip sitting at the table, Fiona standing by the sink, Ian leaning against the fridge.
“Mickey!” Ian says, voice painfully faux-cheery, “I– um, good morning, when did you wake u–”
“Shut up,” Mikey bites out. He plants himself right in front of Ian. Jabs a finger hard against his chest. “You must be the stupidest goddamn fucker on the planet.”
Ian’s strained smile drops. 
“Hey!” Fiona protests, but Mickey ignores her.
He forcefully reminds himself of what happened the last time he was too much of a fucking coward. Swallows down the nerves dread don’t bubbling up his throat and fizzing through his veins. 
His hands are shaking, just a bit. 
He brings them up, uses one to shove Ian back against the fridge and the other to fist in Ian’s hair, yanks down his head enough so Mickey doesn’t have to go up on his fucking tippytoes like some bitch.
Ian makes this surprised little sound when their lips collide. Which actually works out great, because it gives Mickey the opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth. 
Mickey can feel the tension seeping out of Ian. That shocked little noise morphs into a deep groan. Ian’s big hands clamp down on Mickey’s hips hard enough to bruise.
“Woah, okay, that is way more than I need to see,” Lip announces, punctuated by the sound of his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “I’m gonna go ahead and finish my coffee somewhere else. Preferably somewhere very far away.”
Mickey grins into the kiss. Relishes in momentary victory. Two down, one to go. 
He pulls back, their lips making a positively indecent sound as they part. Mickey huffs when Ian tries to trail after him. Uses the grip on his hair to keep him at bay.
Mickey turns his head just enough to cock a pointed brow at Fiona. “That enough touching for you? Or should I go all out and bend over the kitchen table for him?”
Ian makes a strangled sound. His hands spasm on Mickey’s hips. He yanks Mickey closer, so Mickey can better appreciate the way he’s grown hard as a rock, the way his dick is pressing perfectly up against Mickey’s own.
Fiona rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay, alright, you’ve made your point.” She brushes past them. Pauses just before disappearing up the stairs to look back at them with a solemn, serious expression. Locks eyes with Mickey. “I really, genuinely hope I’m wrong about you.”
Mickey swallows hard. Stares after her as she retreats. 
He hopes so, too.
His grip on Ian tightens, then loosens. Ian seizes the opportunity to surge forward and latch onto Mickey’s neck like a fucking leech. 
“Jesus, firecrotch,” Mickey hisses.
Ian hums. Smears a smile against Mickey’s skin. Nips at Mickey’s ear. “So…” he hedges, grinding their hips together again, “How serous were you about letting me fuck you on the kitchen table?”
Fuck.
Maybe Mickey is a bad influence on Ian afterall. 
send me a number~
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daddy-long-legssss · 12 hours
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Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair
"I couldn’t think of a worse dance to in the devil's lair, you know what I mean? It was going to be the Congo for a minute. Hokey Kokey - it would have been. Might be that live sometimes. Macarena - I dunno, it just feels like it just flows better ... If you can’t sit down 'cause I moved your chair, then what sort of ridiculous list of things can you do? That were a lot like that Brick By Brick, [we] just spent the next few weeks like thinking of things you shouldn't do."
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sysig · 7 months
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Ah, if there are slots open still for requestober, and if you'd like to draw this one-- human RGB, and Hero's reaction to meeting him, please? Apologies if I misunderstood any of the rules and this isn't in line with them...
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Day 22 - Nuh-uh! That's not a TV!
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meownotgood · 2 days
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another me and aki chart... very cutie......
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yana125 · 2 months
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I did a thing! :D
Place your bets, make your predictions! We entered the 'Last Episode of Bang Brave Bang Bravern' week.
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mountsmase · 8 months
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some more of my favourite man to make your day a little brighter 🫶🏻
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whumptober 2022 - day 20      ↳ stabbed (alt prompt)
whumpy embroidery time!
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kirby-the-gorb · 1 year
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