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redinthesea · 2 years
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Legends Arceus brainrot
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sleepinglionhearts · 1 year
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you know I'm constantly thinking of these two
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fluff-a-nutter · 5 months
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Gangles Secret
((Ler!Jax Lee Gangle. SFW Only! Not a ship!))
Gangle sat on her bed sniffing quietly as she doodled in her journal. Her comedy mask had been broken again and drawing always helped her feel better. The ribbon character was drawing some slightly embarrassing sketches of herself being tickled silly. She had always wanted someone to gently tickle her, but she could never ask for it, so this was the next best thing.
Gangle was so deep into her doodles, she didn’t hear her door open or the sound of footsteps approaching.
“Hey crybaby, Ragatha says I’m supposed to come apologize for breaking your mask again so- heeeey, whatcha drawing?” Gangle nearly threw herself off her bed at the sound of Jax’s teasing voice.
“J-Jax! Nothing, just doodles!” She stammered out, holding her journal close to her chest. If she could blush, she would have been beet red in the face. Jax raised an unconvinced eyebrow and snatched the book from Gangle, causing her to cry out in a panic.
“Jax no!” The resident bunny snickered as he opened the notebook. Luckily, the more embarrassing stuff was more in the center.
“What, you drawing something nasty? My, my Gangle, I didn’t think you were so dirty minded.” Gangle whimpered and tried to grab her journal back, while Jax wandered in circles while he flipped absently through the pages. He had to admit, most of the sketches were actually pretty good.
“Dang, kid. You aren’t half bad at this drawing thing. I’m sure Caine would love you to design something for new scenes or- oh! What’s this?” Jax’s rare compliment was cut off as he saw Gangles tickle art. He looked at the drawings and then at Gangle, who looked ready to sink into the very ground.
“J-Jax…. Please don’t tell the others.” She whimpered, twisting her ribbon hands nervously. Jax’s cheeky grin faltered a bit. He was torn- on the one hand, he totally wanted to tell the gang. On the other hand, he was worried that might break poor Gangle, and loathe as he was to admit it, he cared about her feelings.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell ‘em. Scouts honor.” Jax held up 3 fingers in a salute. Gangle relaxed a tiny bit.
“Yah know, if this is the sorta thing you want, I’d be happy to give it to you.” Jax said, closing the book and setting it to the side. Gangle looked stunned.
“R-really? You don’t think it’s weird.” Jax’s grin returned.
“Oh, it’s weird as [BLEEP]. But that’s nothing new here.” Jax plunked himself on the bed next to the drama character.
“So! What’ll it be? You want me to, Yah know.” Jax raised his hands and wiggled his fingers at Gangle, who couldn’t suppress the tiniest giggle.
“U-Uhmmmm….. okay. Just be gentle?” Jax smiled brightly and stood.
“I’ll be right back! Don’t move.” Jax sprinted out of the room, leaving Gangle confused and flustered. What on earth was Jax up to? She didn’t have to ponder this very long before the rabbit came back with an armful of tickly supplies. The sight alone made Gangle feel strangely giddy inside.
“Jax…. Wh-what is all that?” She asked as the bunny laid everything out.
“Just a few supplies. Your drawings had a ton of this stuff, so I thought you might like ‘em.” Jax explained gesturing to the assortment of feathers, paintbrushes, and what looked a bit like makeup brushes.
“O-oh…l-…..Jax you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. It’s okay if you don’t want to do this.” Jax turned to face her, planting his fists on his hips.
“Are you kidding? What about me says I wouldn’t take this opportunity to mess with you?” Gangle fell silent. He did have a very good point.
“Now! Where to begin?” Jax drawled, pacing in a circle around Gangle, twirling a long feather between his thumb and index finger. He may have promised to keep her secret, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna tease her relentlessly. Gangle giggled nervously as she eyed him.
“J-Jahahax. Don’t do that!” Jax smirked cheekily at her.
“Don’t what? I’m just trying to find a perfect spot to attack first.” Gangle squeaked and hid her face shyly at the teasing. Jax grinned viciously and swiped the feather under where he chin would be, causing her to squeal.
“EEK! Jax it tickles!” She tittered uncovering her face so she could halfheartedly bat the rabbit away. Jax smiled and retracted the feather, checking to make sure Gangle was alright. She gave him a wobbly smile.
“Y-you stopped.” She remarked. Jax nodded.
“Want me to continue?” He teased, flicking the feather across where Gangles stomach would be making her flinch with a fit of giggles.
“Y-yehehahahah.” Jax beamed and switched his feather out for a paintbrush.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He replied using the brush to stroke shapes along Gangle’s mask, while his free hand skittered lightly between her middle ribbon loops making sure to keep his touch light, sending her into fits of bright laughter. When Jax switched tools again and used the makeup brush beneath her chin and along her jaw, Gangle squealed with laughter, hiccuping in between giggles.
“Jahahahax! *hic* Nohoho mohohore! Pleahehehease!” Gangle wrapped her satin hands around the bunny’s wrists and gently pushed, signaling that she was at her limit. Jax took the hint and ceased his tickles, dropping the brush.
“Heh, you okay Gangle?” He asked, while the masked character caught her breath.
“Hehehe yeah. Thanks Jax. I-I needed that.” She answered, smiling shyly at the purple rabbit. Jax waved her off.
“Hey, no problem. And, if you ever want more, you know,” Jax paused and wiggled his fingers lightly at Gangle,
“Just come visit your old pal Jax and I’ll getcha good.” Gangle nodded and smiled softly.
“O-okay. I’ll try.” Jax winked and stood.
“Oh, by the way. You really should smile more. Even without your comedy mask it’s nice.” Gangle made a flustered noise and chucked a pillow at Jax who ran out laughing. But she did feel much better and when she joined her friends for dinner, her comedy mask was fixed and waiting at her spot with a note that read,
“In case of emergency, here’s your smile.”
The small doodle in the corner was a messy self portrait of a certain rabbit. Gangle considered herself very lucky indeed.
A/N: Hey guys ! Thanks for reading! I was inspired by an incredible piece of art done by @unnamable-lee! The lee!gangle drawing they did was absolutely adorable, so naturally I had to write a fic for it. Hope you all enjoyed!
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mewguca · 2 months
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Very important question to the ref of scugified mip group: Who's handling that change the best, and who the worst?
Okay so, for most of them, reversing the process would actually be pretty quick and simple, but Thorns' construction is a little different, so it'd depend on the scenario:
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Anyways, these two are generally the ones doing the worst in such a scenario, even if it's only temporary
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So yeah they aren't doing too great, but these two are generally the most stressed and anxious regardless, so um
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GSIS would be inconvenienced by the change, but she would overall be okay. I think LOF would go around biting a lot of things. She is ironically probably better at attacking in this form than her normal one, lol
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I think FB would be the most okay with it, bc they'd have a chance to just be a silly little guy and be cared for for a little bit. Beads is here too bc she would be ecstatic about little fb and sls scugs.
(Beads by @cloverlady)
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Anyways I got distracted so here are some scug ability ideas or something lol.
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also some various random assorted doodles
(PU would absolutely try to continue doing their work as a slugcat skull emoji)
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if you have questions about the logistics of anything here or why some things are a bit strange don't worry I am not hiding anything suspicious or unethical !!!! they are all Very Normal Iterators :)
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chemdisaster · 10 months
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cat dad au fic! in which kitten comforts scar. few things you need to know for context - "the isaacs" is a silly name scar gave to the heroes who would bully him, kitten uses a bunch of neos, of which i'm using xit/xitself in this fic, and for a few years when scar first found kitten he was under a lot of stress with work and they both had a bad time. that is all
"I like this one." 
Scar hums as Kitten hands him another picture. In this one, the two of them are dressed up as Hotguy, both laughing as a tiny Kitten points a fake arrow at his chest. Touching his finger to the cascading reds and oranges, he inhales the smell of memories and watches the echoes flash by. 
"I have captured you, Hotguy! Give up if you know what's good for you!" 
"No! Never! You won't catch the tail end of my whiskers, Catguy!"
"Not if I use my special bow! You're dead, Hotguy! I will capture you and I'll—"
As joy rings out in the silent air of reminiscence, a smile warmed with time spreads on his face.
"Yeah. I like this one, too."
Carefully setting the photograph aside, Scar moves on to the next one. With Ari out this afternoon, he and Kitten spontaneously decided to clear out some old boxes—and the nostalgia is hitting like nothing else. 
Surrounded by various papers and bundles and scraps, they sit side by side on the floor of his room and exchange quiet comments as they pass around mementos of years past. The atmosphere is peaceful, hushed, and looking from the tiny kitten on the photographs to the grown up cat next to him, Scar can't help but marvel at how long it's been. 
He never thought he'd get here. 
Stifling a laugh into his palm over the picture of small Kitten with a rubber fish and a beard of foam, Scar adds it to the growing collection. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, he looks over at Kitten—
And his heart skips a beat. 
Centred in Kitten's padded hands is an assortment of crumpled papers, familiar as anything Scar wouldn't like to recall. Delicately smoothed out and held together with years old tape, the grid pattern has faded away, but he doesn't need to see the scribbles to immediately recognise them and everything that came with.
 
Art of Kitten that xit was never meant to see jumping at him from the frayed scraps, Scar asks, "Are those...?"
"Hm?" Kitten makes a noise that's more cat than anything. "Oh, these? Yeah, you—you drew them for me, didn't you? I remember I kept finding them in your bag."
"Yeah, I remember you kept going through my things like a nosy feline," Scar jokingly gripes. His grin thins at the edges, "I—I do remember these, yeah."
Drawing on patrols, sketch after sketch to block out the mocking, the insults—getting the drawings ripped from him and torn into tiny pieces right in front of his eyes. Sinking to his knees and cradling the pieces in his hands, tears littering the floor.
He kept them as a reminder of his failures. He never thought they would ever become anything more.
"Why were they torn?" Kitten asks after a while of Scar silently staring at his lap. "Did you not like them?"
Scar doesn't reply. Kitten knows about the mistreatment his old team would put him through, but somehow it still feels shameful, even after all these years, to acknowledge that it happened. That he let it happen, and let it go on for as long as it did because he was too weak to stand up for himself. 
Too bad to realise how that weakness was impacting the people around him.
"Scar."
"I did like them," he says suddenly, vehemence splitting from his tongue. "I liked them so much. It's just, I would always draw on missions and I'd get distracted and, well," Scar shrugs, smiling like it's all right past the bitter lump in his throat, "the Isaacs didn't like that."
"Oh."
He doesn't know why it means so much to him. They're only drawings. Stupid doodles of Kitten to chase away the self-loathing that never really left. They're not even good. And yet here he is, decades past and still getting emotional over things that don't matter. It doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
"I thought you were the one who tore them," Kitten blurts out. "I thought you didn't like them, and that's why you tore them. I," he breaks off, his tail curls around his legs. 
"Back when I was a kid, I thought it was because you didn't like me."
Guilt grips Scar's chest. All those years ago, when Kitten would curl up in front of a closed door—the drawings were an attempt at something good. To show him how much he appreciated him when words wouldn't come. And he ruined that, and now he's ruined what was meant to be a simple cozy afternoon.
He ruins everything, he's always known. Somehow it still hurts.
 
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Kitten is worried about Scar.
Has been for a while now, and the torn drawings are only the start of it.
The few years during which little bits of tape would stick to his claws were hard on them both, and even years later xit can't stop the cold dark grey of abandonment from creeping up when xit thinks of that awful time. Staying up late waiting for Scar to come home, only to fall asleep and wake the next day to an empty flat—it was soul-sucking.
But he healed. He's not there anymore. Lately, he's not so sure about Scar.
A good few minutes pass before xit decides to speak up.
"It was really hard for you back then, wasn't it?"
Focus sinking into nowhere, Scar jerks as he breaks out of his daze. 
"Huh, what?" 
"Those first few years. When it was just you and me. Taking care of a child while working the way you did at the time can't have been easy," Kitten probes. He doesn't expect anything but the deflection he's come to know, and he wishes Scar would be honest with him. 
He wishes Scar would be honest with himself. 
"Well, I mean—there were some rough patches, yeah," his friend stammers out. "But—"
"You would cry yourself to sleep."
Scar's head shoots up, the dark bags under his eyes never seemed more prominent.
"I heard. Every time."
He looks down, "I'm sorry."
"No, don't apologise," Kitten says quickly. "Just...we keep talking about what it was like for me, yeah? But we never talk about what it was like for you."    
Abruptly, Scar gets up and walks over to the bed, sitting down, rocking back and forth as he pulls his sleeves over his fingers. 
"It's—it doesn't matter. I'm okay now."
Kitten follows, clambering up next to him and peering past the curtain of brown hair at the face hidden beneath. 
"I'm not sure you are."
Scar's expression crumples for a split second.
"Don't worry about me, Kitten," he says. "I'll—it's not your job to look after me."
Kitten scoots closer, xits tail lays itself over his back. Scar doesn't speak and xit doesn't either; words are difficult and xit's content to sit here staring at the old wallpaper, making out dirty kitchens and wine-stained floors in the peeling vinyl. Stillness can hold all the sentences within its grasp, he's learned—he'll never ask for more than what the quiet can give him.
Outside, damning clouds begin to gather as a shuddering inhale stumbles its way out of Scar's lungs.
"Sometimes it felt like it was all for nothing."
The confession breaks the silence, but does not break the gentle swishing motions of Kitten's tail against his spine. 
"It was just—so difficult," he continues, letters spilling out of his mouth like an avalanche of wretched revelations. "Nothing was working. I spread myself thin every day and I still just constantly felt like I was doing it for nothing. And I'm—I'm sorry."
Scar's hands thrust upwards, he trips over another inhale. 
"I tried so hard to do what was best for you and I just ended up hurting you—every time. And I just," he bends his head, swipes at his eyes, "maybe I'm not meant to be good. Maybe it would be better if I just...wasn't."
His features twist, eyebrows inching higher on his forehead; he looks devastated, wrought with grief for what could have been, what he should have been and everything he never was. Decades of regret play in the creases of his skin as he tugs on his hair, blinking rapidly in the way he always does—the way that always fails. 
Kitten was never one for words, but in this moment he thinks that maybe what he struggles to give is what Scar needs. He needs to exist, and touch not meant to hurt can only do so much.
Stillness can hold all the sentences within its grasp, but phantom promises won't stitch up an age-old wound.
"Scar, you did—so much for me," xit says, and Scar's back jumps in a tremor. "For so many people. I wouldn't be here if you weren't."
Eyes squeezed shut, the other emits a low noise, "I hurt you." 
"You talked to me and gave me drawings and found me a therapist. You did more to help than anyone else ever could."
Scar shakes his head, shakes it like Kitten's words are incomprehensible, impossible to believe, and maybe they are. Leaning forward, trembling hands lifting to press to his chin, he curls in on himself, shoulders hunching like a plea—a plea for Kitten to stop saying things that he can't, won't let himself believe are real.
Kitten does not relent. 
"Look, I know you have this fear in you that you'll hurt anyone you rely on but that's not true. You deserve support, that's what we're here for."
"No, I—these are my own struggles, and I—I can deal with it—" 
Scar's voice bounces up like marbles off the wooden floor; the tears he's desperately wiping off his cheeks render his assurances anything but genuine. Clouds descending in the streams of his despair, he's never looked more damaged.
"You took care of me for so long," Kitten says softly, reaching out for a man who won't let himself accept that love never had to be earned. "Let yourself be taken care of, too."
As his friend continues to shake his head in denial, he thinks of a rainy evening, a door left ajar, a room filled with muffled sobs—and he thinks of two friends, both hurt by the world, both having found healing within each other. 
"I like your ears. Remember?"
Scar slumps, defeated. Loud, uncontrollable weeping tears through him like a wildfire and Kitten pulls him close, rubbing a clawed hand over his back, muttering, "Relax. You don't have to be strong all the time."
Raking his claws over quivering vertebrae, listening to choked cries get suppressed against his rumbling chest, he leans back against the blankets and pulls Scar with him, carding thin fingers through long brown strands as his friend settles, trembling, atop his body. Scar's hands are freezing cold, the wire under his feet looms ever farther down below— 
And Kitten knows in this moment that all that he needs is for someone to make sense of him. And xit knows that, finally, xit understands.
And when Scar drapes himself over xit in an instinctual, unguarded yearning to be near, xit drops xits head into the crook of his neck and doesn't look up and begs that this moment would never end. Kitten's heart may not shine, but he would give all the gold in his possession to mend the cracks of Scar's tainted soul.
And as he drifts to a doze with his friend in his arms, he thinks back to the torn drawings—taped together, hidden away as something to be treasured. And xit thinks, maybe broken doesn't have to be forever. 
Under Kitten's hold, for the first time in years, Scar starts to believe that maybe everything he did wasn't for nothing.
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kaihuntrr · 6 months
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The Sea Prince; Assorted Doodles!
First of all, thank you for such a good reception on the prologue! It only gets better from there, promise >:D!
Second, as of posting, there are a planned 28 total installments of act one! I am halfway done, and once there is a backlog of beta-read chapters, I’ll set up a proper posting schedule.
Anyway, doodle time! I’ve been working on a few doodles while writing + illustrating the covers! Doodles under the cut, have a little teaser for what’s to come ;)
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Illustrating the covers are super fun, cannot wait to post them with their affiliated chapter! I still have to illustrate arc three’s cover and the epilogue, but for now, here are the little things I’ve drawn for the au as a treat <3
Finalized Pearl’s facial scar while also messing with ideas of heterochromia for her :> I imagine the scar got her eye acting up, so I’ll cotninue messing with it :> also Scott’s there! Wanted to draw his bangs differently <3
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OH! Their prince forms are a bit different too :0c changed up their horns (or ‘crowns’ as they’re referred) and added more gradients on em, can’t have enough of those! You can also see the difference between Pearl’s human scar vs her real scar, aaand I gave princes some extra sharp teeth so, they look a bit more inhuman :D aren’t they cute tho?
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Also, concept art of the nature wives!! It’s funny that Shelby is out on pirates smp (I have not watched any of the lore in a while-) and I’ve always had plans for her and Katherine in this au ehehe, it just works! While I have her pirates skin on there, I mostly referenced the other skins you see there. Big inspo from Witchcraft Shelby tho, her cape is everything to me <3
Katherine was very fun to concept too, very straightforward! I combined most of the outfits for her reference while also making it a biiit more pirate themed, but in general I quite like it :> silly gfs <3
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Finally, a SPOILER! While act one gets cooked, I have a lot of plans for act two. So out of context, here’s concept art for Scott and Pearl! Scott’s dress is just his empires season two outfit with added stars and a circlet with flowers, but Pearl? That’s on me >:D inspired by her empires outfit, just fully black. The veil came to me in an instant, it just works, both practically and design-wise!
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Anyway, here’s to act one being steadily worked on! I cannot wait to show you all what sort of plans I have for this AU. It’s been such a fantastic time!
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jerzwriter · 5 months
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Rollercoaster
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Thank you to @starsarewithinme for the <100 words drabble request for Trystan, Carolina/Rollercoaster. It's a ton of silly fluff, but I hope you will enjoy it!
Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Book 2) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Words: Uhm. 1,400. (Only 1,300 more than 100! lol) Rating: Teen Category: Utter Fluff Summary: Trystan offers Carolina a penny for her thoughts... then he wishes he could give them back.... just a little. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Fireworks Night
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There was much that Trystan Thorne admired about Carolina Rose. If asked to list the qualities and attributes he found most endearing, he would demand at least a week’s time to capture them all, knowing he’d still come up short when his time reached an end. Her natural beauty, incomparable sass, and sheer audacity were the first things to pique his interest. But, the more he came to know her, the more he knew her mind was the most fascinating thing about the woman who owned his heart.
She was brilliant... but not in a way that can be learned from books, but in a manner that is only earned through life experience. Sharp, intuitive, and quick-witted... she had a knack for knowing just what to do, just what to say, regardless of circumstances. Facing down a serial killer? Cutting a bigot down to size on the subway? Making him smile after a grueling day? Tending to an injured kitten outside her uncle’s bar? Carolina always sprung into action before he could even take stock of the situation, leaving him more awestruck each time.
It’s no wonder trying to read her mind had become one of his favorite pastimes, whether they were at work or at play. Sometimes, she’d catch him staring at her intently as she poured over the details of a case, stared out a window, or bopped around her apartment, dancing to music only she could hear. He’d often ask what she was thinking, and he could now guess with about fifty percent accuracy – something he was immensely proud of.
But recently, Carolina’s therapist all but ordered her to find little ways to reduce stress in her everyday life. And this time, it was Trystan who sprung into action. He ran to a corner gift shop, returning with a vast assortment of colorful gel pens, retro stickers, glitter glue, and notebooks festooned with images of unicorns, rainbows, and cartoon cats.
“What on earth is this for?” Carolina chuckled as Trystan scratched his head.
“I don’t know, exactly,” he admitted. “But how can anyone be stressed in the presence of glitter, unicorns, and adorable kittens? We’ll find a way to put it all to good use.”
And, of course, Carolina did. Popping in her earbuds, she’d pick the most insipid pop songs she could find, typically from Trystan’s playlists, and doodle whatever came to mind. Soon, the pink and lavender pages of the notebooks he gifted her were filled with Carolina Rose originals. Every time she did this, she was so happy and at ease that Trystan forgot about his mind-reading hobby. After all, seeing her so content warmed his heart. But some days, like today, he was curious.
Carolina’s smiles had been punctuated with delightful little giggles, but when he peeked over her shoulder to see what she was drawing, he couldn’t make sense of the abstract loops and swirls. She caught him staring at her over his latte and removed her earbuds with a smirk. 
“Yes?” she asked playfully.
“Nothing,” she swore she saw him blush. “I’m just....”
“Just what?”
“I’m wondering what you’re thinking of. You seem so happy this morning.”  
“I am,” she grinned, shutting her notebook. “I’ve been doodling all the things I want to do with you.”
“Oh... really,” he smiled lasciviously with a raised brow.
Carolina tossed her head back in laughter. “Keep it in your pants, Thorne. These thoughts are as PG-13 as the Hello Kitty notebooks you gave me.”
Trystan sheepishly pushed a shiny silver quarter across the table, then placed it in Carolina’s hand.
“What is the saying? A penny for your thoughts? This should buy me at least twenty-five of yours. Now I must know... what is it you wish to do with me,” he grinned.
Carolina jumped onto his lap, eagerly pointing to the various drawings. She pointed to a pair of ice skates, telling him they’d be going to Rockefeller Center, Wollman Rink, and Bryant Park very soon. Then she tapped on a sketch of a picnic basket she planned to fill with treats to share. Some waves along a beautiful shore, with a blanket made for two, were just how she imagined their trips to the beach next summer would be. Then, her excitement doubled.
“And this! This is the best of all!”
“What is it?” he asked.
“The Cyclone. At Coney Island... have you ever been?”
“Uhm... I can’t say that I have.”
Carolina clapped her hands with delight, a squeal befitting a thirteen-year-old escaping her. “Good!” she beamed. “Then I get to take you on your first ride! I found myself a Cyclone virgin!”
“A Cyclone... virgin? What exactly do you plan to do with me? Offer me as a sacrifice?”
“Trystan,” she reprimanded. “Given our history, can we refrain from talking about sacrifices?”
“Duly noted,” he smiled. “But what about the Cyclone?”
“I told you! We’re riding it! I figured we could do that as soon as Luna Park opens in April. Then, we can head over to Jersey and go to Six Flags. We’ll start with El Toro and then move on to Nitro and Kingda Ka. The following weekend, we have to go to Hershey Park! Their coasters aren’t as scary, but they have so many! And I don’t care what anyone says, Storm Runner is still enough to scare the crap out of you! We’re going to have....”
She came down from her reverie long enough to notice the pale expression spreading on her boyfriend’s face.
“Trystan? Is everything all right?”
“Yes. Sure. Fine.... it’s only November.”
“And?” she asked, perplexed.
“That gives me four, five months to prepare. Are their classes?”
“Classes?” She giggled. “For riding rollercoasters?”
“No... classes to get over my fear of riding rollercoasters.”
“Trystan Thorne! You’re not telling me that you, the former prince of Drakovia, are afraid of... rollercoasters.”
“It’s a little detail we hid from the public eye. It would have brought great shame to the family. However, I assure you, I am not afraid. The more appropriate word would be horrified. I am absolutely horrified by rollercoasters. So, needless to say, I have to end up with a girlfriend with a rollercoaster fetish.”
“I wouldn’t call it a fetish,” she laughed. “But I do love me a good coaster.”
“Right... so, are their classes?”
Carolina looped her arms around his neck. “Trystan, I’m teasing you. But if you’re really frightened by them, I’m certainly not going to force you to go on with me.”
“But if it’s something you’re looking forward to, I want to do it with you.”
She placed a quick peck on his cheek. “And that means so much to me, but it’s OK. We can double date with Luke and Ruby. She loves a good coaster as much as I do, but Luke, not so much. So we can be all badass and you guys can hold our purses or something.”
“Great,” Trystan sighed. “I’d like to at least try. Don’t they have kiddie coasters I can start with?”
“Sure, but we probably surpass the height limits. They are kiddie coasters, after all.”
“Damn!” he spat.
“It’s really all right, babe. There are plenty of fun things we can do at amusement parks without putting you on a rollercoaster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very!”
“So, tell me about these fun things,” he asked, wagging his brows.
“Well, there is the merry-go-round.... the bumper cars....”
“Oh, I excel at bumper cars. You are going down, Detective Rose!”
“HA! I learned to drive on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, baby... we’ll see about that!”
A big smile spread on her face as she pointed to a page virtually covered in an explosion of glitter.
“And, of course, there is this. The fireworks at the end of the night. We’ll watch together with a delicious treat in hand. It can be popcorn, cotton candy, ice cream.... what do you think you’ll want?”
“If I’m snuggled up with you? Then I’ll already have my delicious treat.”
“Aww, you’re the best, Trystan,” Carolina teased. “Even if you are a rollercoaster wuss.”
“I’m sorry, Carolina, but no one is perfect. Not even me.”
“Nope,” she said with a bop to his nose. “But you come damn close.”
Carolina was surprised to see him take out his phone; his attention shifted away from her. 
“Hey, what are you doing? “
“I’m looking into books on how to overcome silly fears. I’m getting on those coasters with you, Carolina. After all... you deserve perfection.”
@choicesficwriterscreations - Tags on reblog.
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LAST UPDATED- MAR 19 2023 !!!
THIS ACCOUNT (+ discord as well) IS GETTING DELETED MARCH 31ST.
I may return, but only as a blank slate and not under anything like the amethyst-enjoyer name, I'll completely dissociate from this 'self.' Go send goodbyes or whatever else you'd like in my DMs if you'd like, I'll see them eventually (it'll be quicker if using tumblr messaging tho). Old pinned post under the cut.
So I guess I'm gonna use this new silly little pinned post now! I'm Ame (pronounced Am), some bisexual 18 y/o internet twink who hails from the great Reddit exodus of 2023! (also, for the record, I am defintely not @tumbl-jailing-co in a twink suit, that would be too hot for this world!)
Now, before we get started here, minors are VERY not allowed here, as I am CONSTANTLY horny on main. This includes any and all blank // ageless blogs, fix yourselves quick or get outta' here, ya dummies! My DNI list is very small otherwise though, I must confess that I have this sad little redditor tumor left in me that really aspires to clap back against idiot LGBTQphobes and such, but that's just me personally :P
Here, have a keep reading if you really wanna know about ME for some silly reason.
So, you really wanna know about ME??? But I'm just a silly little guy! Who cares??
But if you really wanna know that sorta stuff, my blog name's a good starting place. So, it comes from my amethyst necklace (and also a ring more often now, but whatever), it's one of those hyper-symbolistic things I'm VERY addicted to, this specific symbol being for THE BIG GAE.
As far as the posts here, I usually post and reblog whatever the fuck I want! (often hornyposts as of right now lol, actually some gender too but 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️)
I enjoy a bunch of assorted shit! (Minecraft, Transformers, Nordic countries, A slew of wildly different musical artists, STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE, Pokemon, playing guitar, public infrastructure, and all sorts of other diverse stuff in varied degrees)
I have very cool mutuals, and I'll just say that I love and appreciate them SO FUCKIN' MUCH!! (you know who you are 💜)
Anyhow, before you see my insanely overcomplicated but decent tagging system, I think that you might owe an ask for being as invested as you are, no?
Send me an image, any image. That's right, ANY image at all. I'll more then likely respond with a caption thrown onto it, making it as ✨️silly✨️ as possible. More importantly, sending me an ask as your first interaction with me gives you +10 starting reputation with me, so there's no reason to wait. Send an ask with a picture! Don't be shy, be silly! You do try to stay silly, don't you?
#TAGSTAGSTAGSTAGS
new-ish tags dead tags ):
#ame.rb- Reblog where I didn't make any comment, or I did, but it's in the tags.
#ame.- Reblog where I made a comment of some kind, and probabky even a tag comment too because we do that shit here
#ame.heart- my hornyposting tag for blocking if you don't want that, I am VERY horny on main like I said before
#ame.op- I AM the one who OP's!
#ame.spam- I reblogged this a couple times, probably far too relatable
#ame.ask- I asked a question to someone
#ame.ans- I answered a question sent to me
#ame.???- I either posted a poll, or I'm a confused person. The first is true for the tag, but the second is always true forever
#ame.tag- tag chain with questions or a picrew or whatever it is
#ame.irl- see the internet twink, probably a femboy friday post as I am an avid enjoyer of femboy fridays
#ame.doodles- shitty (but fun) little doodles, dead tag but might rise again one day
#ame.mp3- music I like lol
#ame.meme- S tier memes I reblog
#ame.bookmark- saved posts of a silly nature
#ame.recall- saved posts of the useful style, like free textbooks or a useful argument or something of that nature
#ame.ltm- long term memory. I made this post. I liked this post in retrospect. LTM.
#ame.q- thrown into queue, gotta use the queue a little more because it's fun and good and yes.
#ame posts at 2am- weirdly enough, this is not so much a time-of-day tag as much as it is a state of a state of mind tag. Mostly for when I'm too silly or too ranty, as the night brain does
#ame.woww- for top-tier gay funstuffs:33
Welcome, weary traveler. You've traveled far, here's a blog header hall of fame for knowing my kinda vibes after your long and very confused journey.
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simandthedimbulbv2-0 · 4 months
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Mmperhaps blips lore if you haven't done that? Been thinking of them nonstop .. your design for them is so fun!!<3
You got it, pal 👉👉
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Lore: Was originally an overweight arcade employee and maintenance man named Bil Soupy. Often teased and dismissed for his physique and fascination with electronics, Bil spent his life as an outcast and became more than a little misanthropic. His few sources of joy were the upkeep and programming of the machines at the arcade where he worked. Over time, the cabinets consumed his life; not only did he adore them, but he also took note of the attention they received from the customers at the arcade which he saw as a kind of affection. Eventually ‘unraveling’, Bil somehow transplanted himself into a cabinet he’d been working on and left it behind for his boss to put into the arcade. The media eventually reported him missing and presumed dead, but as we know, he was doing perfectly well inside the box.  Assorted info under the cut
The ‘Blips You!’ game is almost never the same twice, but always extremely engaging, to the point of being addictive. Both infuriating and hypnotic, it has a tendency to drive people with certain dispositions to madness.
It is somehow possible to cheat, but nobody has ever been able to ‘win’ the game.
Speaking of, although he’s unwinnable, Blips likes to reward worthy opponents for their hard work with little ‘prizes’ like bonus stages, cutscenes and unique music. 
While his mechanics are pretty much those of a classic 80’s cabinet, Blips’ processor being a human brain allows him a lot more leeway when it comes to the game’s actual content. For example, he can display a tonne of colours and sprites at the same time without flickering, as well as produce more fluid animation, complicated gameplay and long running storylines. He can even ‘save’ the games of particular players if he wants, and pick back up with them when they visit the arcade again. 
Blips aspirates coins to improve his conductivity. 
Despite rarely moving, the near constant flow of electricity prevents his muscles from atrophying. He’s unnervingly strong, though not at all speedy.
His metabolism is extremely slow so he only really gets ‘hungry’ when he’s been injured in some way and requires more biomass to heal himself. Anything he can’t ‘digest’ (clothes and plastic, usually) he coughs up in a sort of owl-pellet-like clump. 
Smells fucking awful but nobody really seems to notice.
Bil’s body initially retained a human shape inside the cabinet, but over time it deformed and mutated into the disturbing flesh blob he is today. He doesn’t particularly care though; as far as he’s concerned, his looks haven’t changed much, and it’s not like they matter anymore anyway. 
(My initial concept for him was an actual man who was half living in and half fused to his arcade cabinet; he had the appearance of a partially flayed corpse with wires mimicking muscles under tattered skin. This was, however, a little too gruesome (and beyond my artistic abilities) so I turned to the secondary concept of the arcade machine being completely full of flesh and organs like a living creature. With a little extra inspiration from Migi (of Parasyte fame) I ended up with the flabby goofball you see here)
While usually surprisingly level-headed, Blips can go a little crazy when his game is involved. He also tends to be rather petty and jealous when it comes to attention from the arcade-goers. Hand-held devices drive him nuts. 
It sort of goes without saying, but his moral compass has become a little warped since becoming a flesh eating video game hybrid. Even so, his main interests are simply having fun and being adored.
Though initially not particularly interested in romance, he eventually meets and falls head over heels (er, screen over coin drawer?) for a certain Sexy DVD who ends up at his arcade by chance. 
and here are some of the concept sketches and later silly doodles of him outside his box
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(tungl may have murdered the quality)
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abeinginsand · 1 year
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😏 If you'd indulge a girl and one of her many rarepairs for a bit, could I request something with Sparrow and Nicky?
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Thank you for the ask and happy to indulge!! Did some doodles based on my ramblings below ;)
Sparrow and Nicky Rarepair ideas -----
Adult Sparrow is stress crying after a fight with family member (could be any)
Anyways, long time ago (kid/teen) Sparrow said to Nicky that it was so cool how he could just portal into the oak-garcia household (because doors are silly obstacles his parents use to keep him and his bro away from fun weaponry) and Nicky has never forgotten that, often shows up at random on weekends to spook and/or hang out into adulthood
SO, Nicky portals into the kitchen and this time he's spooked that Mr. lovewolf is already in the kitchen, bunch of papers strewn about the room
He's usually in the home studio/office (drawing) or the livingroom (watching stuff/napping) or out in the garden….
This time though all the half-demon hears is sobbing, friend barely even looks his way--mumbling something about: "I'm sorry I'm like this, I don't want to be a-a crybaby about every little thing and ugh this is stupid. And I forget you were coming…"
Nicky wants to comfort him somehow. In my mind, Nicky is more a physical comfort type of person--less likely to whisper comforting words and more likely to sit down with Sparrow and have the lovewolf do a breathing exercise to the beat he's carefully tapping on the messy kitchen table (he's a drummer, guitarist, and probably plays other instruments also because he refuses to only pick one)
After Sparrow's calmed down and rubbing at his eyes with a cardigan sleeve, he laughs.
Nicky looks curious in response, not appalled/unnerved (sometimes Sparrow does laugh/giggle out of anxiety and it tends to get judging looks but not with Nicky…never)
So Sparrow tiredly smiles and explains that "Hehe, I finally scared the one and only badass Nicky Close-Foster and I didn't use a spider spell to do it"
Nicky elbows him softly, then does it a little bit harder when certain little horrific beings are mentioned. Sparrow laughs more and smiles real big this time and Nicky finds himself smiling back.
Maybe Sparrow shares what he was upset about or Nicky talks about his adventures in hell, faerun, or at a gig? Either way, they end up huddled together on the worn down couch with an assortment of wildly colored quilts and tea, maybe a scented candle or two and spend the rest of the time creating a playlist together and trading song recommendations
Nicky has many places to go and a certain few he thinks of as home. Being in the oak-garcia house chilling out with sparrow is for sure one of them. ----- Next idea is for younger years! ---- OTHER IDEA
Teen sparrow really likes wearing the wolf ear headbands and those keychain raccoon/other animal tails but its against dress code at the school so he keeps getting scolded for it!
On the other hand, Jodie and Morgan are pretty strict about when and where Nicky can have his horns/wings/tail out…school is 100% a no, Glenn is pretty lax…like they've gone to amusement parks both full demon appearance (assumed to be fancy costumes) but…when school is brought up, frustratingly also no even for troublemaker rockstar hell dads apparently...
The two kids are pretty bummed out about not being to be how they want to be…and (hear me out) start some sort of after school costume club so Nicky can have his cool demon stuff out and proud and Sparrow can be the lovewolf!
Also, I like the thought of them going to conventions and concerts together? Could be fun. They aren't dressed as any particular character in the doodle (vague costumes) Or sneaking out to mini adventure in the woods or on faerun (or hell), after a few incidents, they'll sometimes have adult supervision, mainly Glenn, Daryll, Henry, or Walter Erin may begrudgingly watch over them if they happen to cross paths too I feel like Jodie probably knows they are sneaking around most of the time? but only really says anything if they get are about to get into danger
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bonefall · 1 year
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Probably an odd question bc its not exactly about warriors, but unfortunately ur the only one i know to ask. I really want to make my own blog for a Warriors AU but im not sure how to go about it. It's a little daunting I guess? What worked for you when making the blog, and should I focus on art, writing about the lore, or some mysterious third thing?
I actually got my initial followers by throwing in thoughts about Thistleclaw and Snowfur during a time when the fandom was buzzing about them for no particular reason. I got RB'd by a bigger blogger and got a circle of like... 50ish followers from there
I think the most important, foundational belief that will help you is to remember you are having fun. It's Tumblr; no one gets REAL clout here. Be silly, shitpost, chat publicly with people, be nice and remember that the vibe should always be, "Sleepover and we're all pitching ideas."
Uhhh assorted thoughts,
It's ok to write in any format you like best. I do a lot of bullet points because I have chronic focusing issues.
Adding a simple picture to any text post immediately boosts engagement with it. If you can draw a doodle for a character or concept you're gonna talk about, people enjoy that a lot
Describe images when you can. It's massively appreciated for screenreaders.
On that note, try to avoid google documents and offsite links, have a link and a "read more" where you post the text. Take advantage of Tumblr's lack of character limit.
Try to visually break up your textwalls. It really helps people read your stuff.
OH and remember; when it comes to followers, quality over quantity. You will be so much happier if you don't focus on follower count. Instead, focus on the Regulars who come into your replies to be like "IM CRYING WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS OH THST HURTS SO GOOD".
I get a massive spark of joy when folks I recognize come into the inbox. It's much more rewarding than watching faceless numbers go up.
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In your dreams, kid (Ch. 4: Four dirty children, one far, far away)
Fandom: Omori Timeline: Post Good Ending Ships: Suntan (Sunny/Kel) Links to First, Previous, and Next Chapters List of Accompanying Playlists for this Fic Pinterest Moodboard for this Fic Summary: Under Sunny’s hypocritical, well-intentioned advice, Kel puzzled over his mental checklist as the bruised house drifted out of sight, now a grey blur. An assortment of surgery, artery-clogging snacks? Check! Mixtape Sunny made special for him, covered in little red hearts and a doodle of the two of them holding hands? Check (No, actually, he will not read into that, thank you for asking). An 8-pack of Monster so Aubrey wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel while he drives her mad with alien conspiracies and iSpy all night? Check! (Sunny downed three, the absolute madman, before they even stepped foot in the car, but he figured it still counted) Homework? ...check. An excuse for stealing Ms. Suzuki’s car, running away with her son and "future daughter-in-law", and showing up at his incredibly busy brother’s dorm room? You know, something even remotely better than “You sounded like you were about to cry over the phone last night and you don’t cry and I’m so worried and distracted and madly in love with you, I simply had to come check on you, so...Surprise!” ...He’d check that one off sometime before they got there. Probably.
Evasive feet clunked against bamboo, like the stutter of a cheap elevator cord dragging Mari’s soul up to heaven, too weak to bang against the metal. His sweaty skin peels off of Sunny’s, the whine of a screeching halt reverberating off the walls.
Kel, as always, wasn’t afforded the luxury of dwelling on whether or not Sunny found that gross or swelling up in pride at Sunny’s distinct “Holy shit he actually showered” smell. Couldn’t even fight the blush illuminating his face in the dark for the amusement of a giggling Basil. The sight of black slopes under wiggling toes drained every last drop of blood back down to his thundering heart.
They didn’t use the elevator.
Sunny isn’t really a surprise. When he actually has the energy to throw on shoes, he silently stews in how inconvenient they are, tossing them in his closet the moment he hits the mattress.
They didn’t use the elevator.
But Basil? They clean themselves silly before daring to take even one step onto the welcome mat, even after digging his toes in the mud with Kel (much to Aubery’s hilarious disgust). Aubrey jokes that Ms. Polly’ll have his head, and Kel, bold in his pursuits, adds that Basil’s just looking for some head of his own, nudging his side. Aubrey shoves him down and he and Basil laugh as they wipe away the splashback of brown sludge. A tale so classic, Sunny could have dreamed it up in headspace.
They didn’t use the elevator.
Basil’s no better at keeping secrets nowadays, only having less. Ms. Polly, she keeps tabs on the panic in his voice when she positions her broom at that first step, how he offers to do it themself only to freeze by step three.
They didn’t use the elevator.
Filthy stairs in a spotless home.
Sunny and Basil didn’t use the elevator. They took the stairs.
They took the stairs.
          They
                   Took
                             The
                                 Stairs
            They took the stairs.
Kel...fucked up. Big time.
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omori-neon-black-au · 10 months
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well, if it wasn’t obvious, i have no plans on continuing neon black at the moment. so, time for some housekeeping i guess?
to start: the whole comic was done on a notability note, so i’ve attached the whole comic below (+ some bonus doodles and scrapped panels). on top of that, i’m gonna do a recap of the plan i had for the story so y’all can see how the story was supposed to go.
(quick note: notability sucks and changed how highlighters layer over themselves in the middle of the comic. fun game: try and pinpoint the first panel that i made after the change!)
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so, the original plan was to just. do the story of neon white but with omori characters, but i realized having it take place before neon white would be more interesting. as such, i had to construct my own story around the world of neon white instead. true to neon white, the halo granted to the winner is a controller and a corrupter, which is why pink is so violent. she was the last of the main cast to die in the real world and died with no form of closure. she ended up being the first to emerge from the glass ocean and become a neon, fueled only by her anger and need for answers. everyone else became a neon over time, with black being forcibly dragged out of the glass ocean by lavender. because of the forced exit, he ends up losing most of his memory, similar to what happens to white in the base game. from there the comic happens, and that’s where i got lost. through assorted twists and turns, both orange and navy would end up sacrificing themselves to save black from pink, and the comic would end with a showdown between black, lavender, mint, and pink. the fight would end with pink killing mint and then lavender and finishing with black, before she herself dies from her wounds. sometime after this the events of neon white happen, and after the “good” end of that game, god writes the main cast into the book of life and allows them a final chance for closure. i… think you might be able to see why i never finished this.
unrelated to this though is the weird card black gets from mint, which is supposed to be a scrap from the book of death. it would’ve allowed him to summon the red hands from white space, like mint does with his vines (cuz those are from the book of death as well). in-game, the book of life is a soul card that allows you to teleport, so like. why not. that’s the only proper plot point that went unanswered, so there’s that. if you were curious.
once again, thanks for the support. the main reasons i ended this were 1) i don’t have notability anymore, which makes it harder to make silly doodles, and 2) i just lost motivation. both neon white and omori have been fading out of my hyperfixation list, and because of that it’s way harder to make content for it. this was also my first time trying to make a comic, and i was definitely in over my head. i still had fun though! i just don’t think i can continue anymore. i think i’m gonna make proper splash art of all the characters, and then properly call it quits after that.
anyways, this is turquoise, signing off. if enough people want, i can give out my other socials if you want to see my other art. but for right now, i guess this is goodbye. see y’all later.
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sparkles-and-galaxies · 5 months
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Hai hai!!! Just gonna say, seeing you reblog my silly class drawings today with tons of tags has made me so happy qwq
Also yes I'm a dream fan but I won't forget my roots (ink sans fan since 2016 💥💥💥) bc YES Ink IS the silliest boy around, so here's a silly doodle of him getting Some Love <3
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Idk you just made my day today, ty <3
hehe glad I could bring a bit of joy into your day then! honestly I just really like seeing ur art pieces of our mutual blorbos, they bring ME a bit of joy into my day every time :D plus you did make me get back into undertale again so thanks for that <2
also you're so damn right Ink IS the silliest little man alive. Admittedly I'm a bit late to the party, he only joined my assortment of blorbos around like, '18-'19, I think? He's been living in my head ever since - not rent free though, he pays the bills by me making him suffer theatrically every now and then >:)
You're so valid for being a Dream fan too like he's also so extremely crunchy and goofy. Absolute person of a man would give him the world too (after I watched him suffer theatrically, of course)
And thank you for the doodle! He looks SO adorable and squishy and I just wanna hug his stupid little face so hard rn
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honklore · 3 years
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hello! i just found ur blog and omfg i’m in love with your writing style! may i pls have some soulmate au hc’s for a reader who’s an artist? (i’m indecisive so you can choose who the hcs are with!) so like (insert cc u write for here) has got paint stains on his hands and like assorted sketches and stuff on his skin all the time from his soulmate. ty so much!! :]
masterpiece | quackity
(gn reader, quackity is the loml, reader is so talented but v messy, chat teases q to no end, quackity is the biggest softie in the world but refuses to acknowledge it, plantain slander)
listen to: rainbow connection (cover) by sleeping at last
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sweet quackity :((
it starts when he’s eighteen, and it happens like almost immediately
he got these splotches of purple on his hands and his mom was like ?? are u getting into fights ?? are you okay???
and q rlly doesn’t mind aside from the weird questions when the colors are a little too close to red or purple
but!! nowadays mostly you just sketch w a pen
it’s during your classes usually,,, ur an art history major and you need something to occupy your hands (which is actually why you started drawing in the first place)
so during the day quackity will acquire lil sketches of famous paintings,,, or sometimes originals,,, but they’re always washed off before the day is done
sometimes random art facts/theories/studies but he has no idea why someone would write him about van gogh’s use of color
*cue u aggressively scrubbing your skin in the shower bc you always forget how permanent the ink is*
quackity is sort of... hesitant when it comes to writing on his skin. esp with streaming, he’s scared that fans will react badly ,, that negative thought keeps him at bay most days
but sometimes he writes lil notes on his legs,,, where chat won’t see anything ,,,, and they’re always either rlly sweet or rlly weird
(hope ur having a good day)
(hey bestie :P )
(soulmate my beloved)
(will u be the howie mandel to my dr. phil)
that last one made you genuinely worried for your future
badly drawn picture of a duck holding a briefcase (this is me)
which confuses you but as he draws more, you begin to associate him with ducks, and sometimes the duck wears a tie, and sometimes a beanie, and one time he had a giant blue axe which kind of concerned you
but you digress
when you get stressed u finger paint
and it’s just a way to create chaos and feel the cold paint on your skin like idk it’s relaxing yknow :)
quackity is streaming
and he doesn’t realize what’s happening. he’s reacting to attaway general,, and he’s kind of invested
it’s only when he pauses it to make a point that he notices
and he tries to hide it but chat notices right away
panicked!quackity
it’s not that he doesn’t trust chat he just knows things can get negative quickly and he wants his space to be free of that
but someone donates “artist q?”
and quackity lets the joke run
he stands up and pulls the mic super close to his mouth
“i’m in my artist arc chat! nihachu watch out >.>”
“CHAT WE’RE POPPIN OFF I AM A PAINTER NOW I PAINT”
it’s literally so silly bc q knows that chat knows but they’re letting him do his bit
and later that night he checks twitter and artist q is trending, but quackity’s soulmate is also trending
it’s all mostly supportive, and there’s already some rlly endearing fan art of quackity with paint all over his hands
quackity private tweet: ❤️❤️❤️
and he gets a lil confidence boost after that
answers questions abt u on his alt
tells the story of his mom thinking he was getting into fights
“guys paula is still my number one and my soulmate will just have to understand that”
“we already agreed we would both reject each other for taylor swift chat it’s fine”
answers donos and doodles on his hand
which he can do now bc chat knows!!!!
(you’re so talented your honor)
(have you ever seen attaway general?)
(charli d’amelio is in it)
(charli d’amelio is in it shit dixie sorry)
and you’re like !!! it’s on my hand !!!! it’s not hidden at all !!!
this image is so endearing to me like you’ve got paint stains all over your hands and quackity’s scrawl is filling in the empty spaces like he didn’t want to interrupt your work
duck with a beret, a mustache, and a paintbrush (this is me now)
ik he is going to share the most mundane things in a way of showing his love
(i listened to this song the other day)
(i bought a literal plantain today those things are big as shit)
(update: not good :/)
(i’m writing lore)
(i have an exam tomorrow)
just :(( sweet quackity wants u to know every little detail abt his life bc he wants u to know him
and you reply when u can
(added to my playlist!)
(i like plantain chips but i’ve never had the fruit alone)
(rip buddy :/)
(lore? like fnaf?)
quackity finds out you know extensive fnaf lore and the two of you stay up arguing about which is worse: the bite of ‘87 or the bite of ‘83
both of your legs look like newspapers that night and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get all of those off
one day you’re painting smth and quackity randomly gives you his discord
(add me and we can watch game theory together and see who is right)
the two of you end up watching it and getting in call with each other
when you hear his voice it’s like everything falls into place
he fills in all the empty spaces,,, answers all the questions you didn’t realize you had,,,, and he’s so wonderful that you find yourself missing him dearly whenever he’s not on call with you
you join him in calls on his streams sometimes like for jackbox or when he’s cooking
“CHAT MY SOULMATE IS A CHICA KINNIE”
you stop joining him on calls on his stream /s
but chat loves you and always takes ur side over q’s
you get tons of followers on your art account and you even get to sell some of your paintings!!
ur new favorite colors to use are blue and yellow i don’t make the rules
but everyone starts to catch on and they find it really sweet
you catch up on quackity lore solely for him and declare yourself a c!quackity apologist
you’ve definitely retweeted the meme that’s like “if villain bad why hot”
when u guys meet quackity kisses your forehead :((((
when you
a drawing of two ducks holding hands (this is us)
thank you for the kind words and for requesting !!!
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leighways · 3 years
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Art...art..pretty art. I love it. You have such a cute style! I wish I could draw like that!
Now that i think about it tho..maybe it's good I dont have art skill..I'd probably just draw popia x oc art..
LISTEN LISTEN — BETWEEN YOU AND ME I HAVE AN ENTIRE GOOGLE DRIVE PACKED TO THE BRIM WITH POPIA / COPIA + OC ART, DRABBLES AND OTHER ASSORTED BULLSHIT LITERALLY ONLY MYSELF WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT
DON'T LET YOUR MEMES BE DREAMS MY FRIEND. CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD SO DRAW YOURSELF AN ESCAPE. YOU DESERVE IT.
ALSO THANK YOU!! I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY DOODLES!!!
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