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ashley-now-here · 7 months

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Character Habits (Most Highly/Oddly Specific)

[This focused more on human habits and are more of a side thing then a habit that portraits majority of the character's personality. I also never really done this sooo...]

‌They will ask you to repeat the question and then respond before you do

‌They over explain and over complicate everything to not be misunderstood

‌They say "literally" even if they're not being literal

‌They chew food with their mouth open

‌They rage when they lose to someone during videogames

‌They will proceed to go to the store to buy one thing and come back with a whole bag of items

‌They overthinking everything

‌They love themselves when they're alone, but when in public: their self-respect drops to a zero real quick

‌They keep everything clean and tidy

‌They don't bother to clean up, they just leave things messy

‌Early to rise, but late to bed (or any other form)

‌They move in their sleep 24/7

‌They pull the blanket for themselves when they're sleeping with their S/O or someone else

‌They talk in their sleep

‌They do certain stuff the other way around just to mess with people (ex. they put their milk before cereal on purpose)

‌They often doodle in their notebook (during class) or on their body (arms, palms...)

‌They either don't change their clothes that often or change them whenever they have a chance

‌They just HAVE to make a sarcastic remarks every time someone states the obvious

‌They cannot understand most jokes and/or sarcasm (bonus points if they are paired with a person that does the above and they always end up giving them a confused look^^^^)

‌They repeat a joke a million times until it dies out for them too (bonus points if they move onto a new one)

‌They constantly click their pen

‌They constantly brush, twirl or play with their hair

‌They forget to brush their teeth waaay to often

‌They do not hesitate to slap or punch someone/something if angered enough

‌They always stop others from killing an insect and say that they'll just take them outside instead

‌Puts on waaay to much perfume or deodorant

‌They don't not clean their hand when they need to (ex. when eating something sticky or messy with their hands, when in the restroom...)

‌They must and always will pet every dog/cat they see in public (otherwise their day would be ruined)

‌Spends way to long playing videogames

‌Drinks way to many energy drinks

‌Litters (throws trash) in public

‌They blow a raspberry to people when annoyed (like a little kid)

‌They pick their nose

‌They have 2 or more pairs of the same outfit

‌They always talk about their (special) interests

‌No talking, only listening

‌No listening, only talking

‌They says certain words in another accent (ex. they could have an American accent, but say "bottle of water" in a stereotypical British accent)

‌MUST clean their glass/cup if someone else drank from it

‌They always keep their room fully dark (ex. the pull the curtains, turn off the lights, lower their phone brightness level (smart)...)

‌They get way to obsessed with their crush (not necessarily Yandere), but then move on or day that they don't like them after like a week or two (bonus points if they often gain new crushes and get tired of them)

‌They always use the little spoon to eat with (ex. Ice cream, cake, hot chocolate, maybe soupz yogurt...)

‌They spend more money on taking care of their pet then themselves (wether on buying food or just generally caring for them and their physical and mental state)

‌They say "like" or "bruh" a lot (bonus points if they mimicking someone else who talks like that)

‌They say "dude" or "bro" a lot [ <3 ] (also bonus points if they say that to girls too)

‌They laugh at someone making fun of them (which may or may not confuse the other person, your choice)

‌They may wish or even actually, purposely hurt themselves just for people to notice them

‌They can't force themselves to lie, or can, but always end up being s horrible liar

‌They only smoke a certain brand of cigarettes or drink only a certain type of alcohol

‌They swallow their gum if there isn't a trash can near by

‌The make thousands of plans... but end up only doing three or four...

‌(Or, refering to the above:) They make one plan, but end up getting distracted and doing a thousand of plans... but never actually completing any of them, just doing them halfway through.

‌They often feed birdd (like pigeons, crows, ravens...) when they have leftovers (like certain type of bread)

‌They extend their words and make them longer (ex. "Uhmmm", "Likeee...", "Soooo...", "Noooo...?")

‌They hav a bed, but usually end up sleeping on the floor (or on a rug) with their pillows and blankets to make it extra comfortable

‌They stick fake little ladybugs or something similar on flowerpots to make them more pretty or just for fun

‌Thay always take or spit out the seeds of a fruit when they're eating them (ex. watermelons, grapes, cherries...)

‌They put bread or certain fruit (ex. apples, bananas, pears...) in the fridge, even if they know it's not healthy

‌They will NOT eat a chocolate bar or anything similar of it's even slightly melted, they have to be cool and right out of the bridge

‌They accidentally water fake plants (that are close to real ones) (bonus points if they don't even realise it)

‌Their entire camera roll is filled with pictures of their pets, memes and screenshot, but never of themselves

‌They always use correct grammer while texting

‌They use emojis (wether un-ironically or not is up to you)

‌They tend to put random emojis that have nothing to do with the things they are talking about🐎

‌They always or never use shortcuts

‌They chat with themselves

‌They always tell other people (random or less know ones) fact about a subject they are talking about, even if the original speaker wasn't speaking to them

‌They mimic sounds or words of other people and often repeat them

‌They are quite forgetful

‌"My way or no way."

‌They are mostly a calm person with little to no energy, but sometimes they just become super active or energetic for no reason for a moment, kind of like how a cat get zoomies

‌They wear darker clothes, but their socks are always colourful

‌Their room has like 5 unwashed glass cups that they just never remember or care enough about to take out an clean

‌They often order delivery food rather then making something on their own

They use the auto-fill words on their phone and don't bother checking, so then stuff like "stereoscopical British accent" ends up being a message...

#character intro #character idea #character habits #habits #writing #i was bored #just for fun #oddly specific

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ittybittybumblebee · 2 years

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Hastily sketched out concept for Lori's part time market stall shop thingy where they sell the things that they carve back at his workshop (mostly wooden kitchenware but other things too), i wanna digitalize it and do actual line-art and colour it when i have the time to

Plus another Lori (with waaay too tiny front mouth pincers for my own liking) and more refined/less messy doodles of the 2 other bug ppl shown in the first pic

Aaaaand one last Lori for good measure :>

#my art #my ocs #ittybittydraws #loris full time job is actually giving wood carving classes back at their workshop and this is just something she does sometimes too #wizard stuff

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visual-explorxtion · 4 years

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A Date With Rebecca [Rebecca Chambers x Reader] - One Shot

Summary: Taking your favourite girl on a date. Go see her favourite movie, have a candlelit dinner, take a short stroll. What more can you ask for?

A/N: Looking for some wholesome Rebecca content? Then you’ve come to the right place. Originally, I’ve planned to make this 1.5k words or less but somehow I kept adding more and more details to the story. Is it a fluff fic? Yes. Is it filled with cliché plots? Also, yes. Sometimes, cliché stuff are pretty wholesome. Bonus content if you read the whole fic ;)

Word Count: 2.7K

Hairstyle? Check. Outfit? Check. Time? You peered up from your full-length mirror and glanced at the analogue clock on the wall. The ticking dish points to 6:15 pm. Perfect, you still got time before picking up your lovely date, Rebecca. You've planned a surprise date night for her for weeks now. Only up until recently, she finally agreed and cleared up her schedule. Joy would be an understatement to describe how you are feeling right now, nevertheless, joy is the only thing that's coursing through your body. Ping! The screen of your phone illuminated in blue, revealing a text sent by your date.

'Hey! I'm on my way to our meet up point. I'll see you in 10 minutes x :)'

The message made your heart melt into a pool of jello, she even left a little kiss and a smiley face at the end. This made you even more excited to meet her, the sooner the better. With no time to lose, you grab your old-fashion helmet from the console table, reviewing yourself one last time before exiting the apartment. Keys to your scooter in your fist, you stick it in the ignition and the little yellow hunk of junk sputter to life. You smile to yourself and pray that your only transportation doesn't fail on you tonight. Index finger double tapping on the oil gauge disk displaying petrol 3/4 of the way full, tucking your hair neatly inside the helmet then you set off.

Round the corner and through the bustling streets of downtown, you parked your bike just a couple of shops down from where you're meeting Rebecca. Every step you take seems like you're walking on air, the bounce in your steps lights up every way of your path, leading you right to her. There, she stands under the fairy lights- strung from one side of the patio to the other wrapping around the redwood columns- waiting for your arrival just outside of her favourite cafe, 'Dans le bleu'. From the moment she saw you, her sweet smile has taken over her perfectly shaped face and time slows down around you as you take in the impression of her. Her hair twinkles under the warm white glow, eyes crinkled as she beams; draped in a celadon green vintage flare dress, fitted waistband hugging against her slender waist, she is your angel at heart even if she denies it.

"Hey, you look beautiful tonight." you resist the urge to pull her into your arms even with the whole world watching.

"You don't look so bad yourself. Did you style your hair? It looks great." she praised. "Should we go to eat? I think Bleu just flipped to their bar menu and I'm kinda craving pasta right now."

"Actually...I have something else planned. It's only 6:30 and I think it's still kinda early for dinner, so I have something else planned instead." you smiled mischievously.

"Oh no. What deathly things have you got planned for me." Rebecca's face drained as you chuckled at her expression.

"I'm not telling you, it's a surprise." you flashed a smug grin. "Come on, we'll be late." You grabbed her hand and tangle your fingers with hers. The warmth of her palm radiates onto yours and you can feel the nervousness and sweat running through with each beat of her pulse. But all of that did not bother you. You held her hand tighter even with the sweat binding both hands, you love her too much that you just accept every part of her.

After 15 minutes of waltzing through the artificially lit avenue, you and Rebecca both arrived at an inconspicuous movie theatre. "The cinema? But it doesn't even look like it’s in business." Rebecca frown.

The cinema looks a little out of place compared to the rest of the street. The creamy white façade has witnessed the testimony of time and history, all cracked and shedding off little pieces. But, the neon sign still glows ominously in the shade of red, the building itself it's illuminated with a standalone rustic street lamp and a retro letterbox that's yellowing with age, only one film is showing in bold letters.

"...Roman Holiday? Oh my gosh! D-did you do this?" she's dying to know as curiosity shimmers from her eyes.

"I have my ways." you winked and she playfully slaps your arm to return the gesture.

Upon entering the building, the scenery was so drastically different that you'd almost thought you stepped back in time. Or walked into a Wes Anderson movie set. Your feet landed on the carpet that was once plush and fluffy, vermillion red and sunset orange shades of intricate patterns stretched across the main entrance. The ticket booth stands in the centre of the hall with a two-tier crystal chandelier hanging above on the high rise ceiling. The leather lounge chairs face one another on either side, beige wrinkles and creases etched onto the chestnut seats with time. The pair of you gradually take in the scenery but was soon greeted by the sweet and savoury scent of popcorn. Rebecca's eye lit up with delight.

"Wait here, I'll get us popcorn." Swiftly, you turned and Rebecca's gaze follows. She watches intently as you carry two bags full of popcorn from the kiosk. Her eyes widened in bewilderment. "I didn't know which one you want so I got both." you shrug as she shakes her head in disbelief.

"The film's about to start. Let's go."

You and Rebecca found your seats with ease, considering the fact that only a dozen of people are here for this movie, scattered across the theatre in various age groups, even though you'd thought about having this screening just for the two of you instead. The lights went dim, shading your eyes in pitch blackness, then the screen comes on. The unfamiliar brightness made you squint your eyes as you shield them and blinked several times to get used to the luminosity. Actors appear in black and white, the deliverance of dialogues flows through the auditorium but not to your ears. Your eyes admire Rebecca as she’s fixated on the film. Adoration and excitement glisten in her soul, just like stars, watching this film as if it's the first time. As the story continues to play, the protagonists tour the city of Rome on a scruffy moped, her arms around his waist, riding away in this romantic getaway. You held Rebecca's hand laying on the velvet armrest, a little shock sent up her arm and she looked at your conjoined hands then up to your rosy gaze. Someday, you'd hope to take her to Rome, under the ray of the summer sun, riding on the same vintage moped and reenact the same scene in front of our very own eyes.

"That was such a good film! I haven't had this much fun in so long, I almost forgot what it feels like." she giggles. "I bet I'm going to have a sweet dream tonight."

"You'd think our date ends here? Just after one movie?" you blinked. "Honey, I'm taking you out on a date, not a movie night. We can go anywhere and do anything you want, just say the word."

Rebecca paused. "Anything?"

"Anything," you answered.

Her stomach grumbles and she laughs. "I think the first thing I want is dinner."

You chuckled along. "I think so too. You said you want pasta, right? I know just the place."

Leaving the cinema with the night claiming the light, Rebecca's hand hasn't left yours since halfway through the film, nor does she have the intention to. Everything just felt natural, like puzzle pieces falling in the right place. As you lead the way, a darkened cobbled street came into view as both of you turn a corner, Rebecca couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness.

"A-are you sure this is the right way?" she stammers.

"Trust me. I am 100% sure," you reassure her.

"B-but what if-"

"Ah, we're here!" you voice made Rebecca jolt.

She peeked out from behind your right shoulder, quizzical by what she's seeing whilst tugging on your sleeve, she asked, "A hole in the wall? That was a bit anticlimactic..." a hint of disappointment seeps through.

"Dear, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I thought you taught me that." you tease. Her face pouts but you still find her cute no matter what.

You push the wooden front door which made a stifling groan. Inside, the little restaurant is rustic and oddly homey. Photographs hung on the wall, from monotones transitioning to technicolour, each photograph tells its own story and heartfelt emotions behind it. Your eyes scan each decoration as you move further into the place, bits and pieces collected from around the world and written messages left by visiting customers. The reserved table is located in a less crowded area behind a half wall, just overlooking the rest of the room, an ambience mood under the candlelit atmosphere. Quiet chit-chats and conversions turn to waves of laughter, feeling content in each other's company as dinner went by in a flash. Spending time with Rebecca is every second well spent.

"I hope you still got room for dessert."

"I think you're underestimating my stomach's capacity." she returns the jab.

Flipping between pages, indecisive, Rebecca bites her bottom lip as her finger scans through the list of desserts, unawarely emitting soft 'umm's and 'eh's from her lips, tinted with a glossy shade of chilli red. Trying hard not to laugh at her child-like indecisiveness caused by this inconvenience, to which her brows begun knitting together bit by bit, the corner of your lips can't help but slowly crawled upwards. All the dessert dilemma ended with her favourite, Baked Alaska. The snowy white miniature mountain engulfed in a sea of blue flames, it's a form of entertainment in the shape of a dessert. You and Rebecca filled your stomachs to the brim with food, thus, this concludes the dinner segment you have planned for her.

The touch of the summer breeze caressed your face under the starry night, footsteps in sync with one another as the night winds down with a stroll into empty, midnight street. Silence flows through the air, except for the distant sound of traffic and Rebecca's angelic voice. Shop windows reflect the pair of you, illuminated by neon lights, you wish this moment could last forever. Music could be heard from afar which prompted the curiosity within Rebecca as she ran ahead to listen to the tune more clearly. The playing tune came from a speaker located just outside of the entrance of the theatre. An all-time classic 'Singing in the Rain'. The cheerful melodic song takes the centre stage as the vacant street acts as their audience. Rebecca looks at you with devious gaze in her eyes. You have a bad feeling in your gut as you can almost see the thought that runs in her mind. You shook your head.

"Oh, come on! You promised that I can do anything I want. Please?"

She gave you those pleading puppy eyes, a critical hit to your heart. You battle with your internal self but the latter isn't any good with arguments. You sigh and agreed. Rebecca jumped up in celebration of her little victory and took you by your hand and lead you to the spotlight. Hands behind her back, tapping one foot out to her right; heel, toe, heel and step. Knowing your cue, you followed. With the opposite foot, she repeats the same moves, gliding in the opposite direction and you do the same. One foot at a time, she hops with airy steps with arms flutter at her sides as she glides her footwork in the figure of eight, in time with the beat. Pushing her foot out with pointed toes, her leg lightly sweeps across the concrete floor as she shifts her weight and twirls on the spot. Her matte satin dress spins in the same direction, the seams floats up in a graceful manner as it whirls around like a maypole but it's gravitational pull delays when Rebecca halts to an end with a croisé pose as the song fades.

Mesmerised by the sight of her dance, you stand on the spot and gawk with your jaw hanging wide. Before you can react with applause, she extends out a hand to ask for yours in return. You happily accepted her touch with the heat of your palm. Fingertips tenderly brushed against her shoulder blades and even the slightest touch her skin can make your heart race a thousand beats per minute. With her hand clasped on your waist, she takes the lead. The incandescent bulb echos in her emerald eyes, twinkling like stardusts; each step she takes, you follow along. Moving to the adagio rhythm, Elvis whispering softly about hopelessly falling in love with somebody, swaying side to side in front of the dazzling theatre with half the city fast asleep. You wish the city could watch as both of you dance in the moonlight, but you need no audience, as Rebecca is your whole world. Prompting her right hand, she twirls for you once more, making a long-lasting image imprinted into your memory. Hands delicately raising the edge of her skirt with the pinky finger extended out for emphasise, she dips into a curtsy bowed gracefully towards you and you do so returning the politeness also as graciously as possible.

All seriousness suddenly turns into a bellow of laughter filling up the darkness and drowning out the music. The hilarity persisted until both your stomach muscles ache with a fiery pain and eyes filled to the brink with tears of joy.

"Alright, lemme take you home."

She nodded with a soft smile, strolling together once more, hand in hand. Wasn't long until you looped back to where you've parked your transport. Rebecca eyes the yellow, barely-holding-it-together machinery with uncertainty.

"A...vespa. Can you please make sure I get home in one piece?" she jest.

"Hey! This baby is as safe as a house." you shift just out of earshot and murmur, "Don't listen to her, baby."

"You should get an electric one. You know, to help save the planet."

"Alright, alright...Dr Chambers." she huffs in response.

Tucking strands of hair back into you hat of safety, you popped open the seat, revealing yet another helmet. This one, a cream coloured shell lined with a retro red-blue stripe inspired by 60s aesthetic. You bought this weeks before the date and with the intention that she'll be the only designated passenger. Rebecca picks up the helmet and paused, eyes gazing attentively at it. Internally, you start to panic. Is it too much? Does she hate it? You swallowed hard; your lips quiver as you were about to speak, she cups your cheek as the warmth of her palm spreads before you could register it her lips are pressed onto yours, taking you in by astonishment. Your hands instinctively supported her waist as her body leaned against you on tiptoes, then she pulled away. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but the lingering feeling felt forever. Still living in a daze, she calls out.

"Are you still going to drive me home?"

You snapped out of your daydream and found her already seated on the backside of the Vespa. Gleefully, you skipped your way to the driver's side, almost crashed landed onto the seat, still giggling stupidly to yourself. Sometimes, action speaks louder than words. And that kiss was all you needed. Ignition on, goggles strapped to your face, you yell;

"Hold on tight, babydoll."

The back tire squeals as you take off. Rebecca clutches your midriff for the sake of her life as you race into the twilight full of adrenaline. Engine roaring in the dead of the night amidst the summer wind streamlining around you, streetlights began to form in a strip of fluorescent lines. Her chin rests on your shoulder, squeezing you ever so tighter as the passing signs and billboards reflect off her visor, in shades of pink and purple hue, wondering if she's existing in a virtual dream state. Even though the music had already stopped playing for the both of you, this was once in a lifetime experience that you will remember for eternity.

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Bonus:

Love ya ☆

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cloudsrust · 3 years

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*Hands u out of context K_K and Cap'n sketches at 1 am*

#the cloud can speak oh boi #doodle #I never post this kind of messy sketches bUT-#they're all from two comics that I have no idea if I'll ever finish aaa #I know myself waaay too well with losing motivation with comics so I wanted to save my fave panels from going to waste-.. just in case #especially that first one since it's the only panel with perspective and it alone destroyed me dshds

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yostressmininggirl · 3 years

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yooooooo can we get a part two to the ranboo’s guide fanfic? no worries if not it was just poggers af

yooooooooo i got you, bestie! It was honestly supposed to be much longer than that but I ran out of time, so here’s the part two I kept from yall! This ended up waaay longer than I expected it to be but thank you and I hope you like this too!!!

Ranboo’s Unfinished Guide to a Physically Affectionate Friend (RFG-PAF)

Continuation of RUG-PAF

Words -> 2213 Words (sheeesh)

Themes -> School setting, a bit crack-ish, love language (physical touch - Reader side in the beginning), facial dysmorphia (comfort)

Art Credit -> Halfy Draws (From YT!) (POV: Ranboo being proud of having you as a bestie)

“You’re so lucky you’re not taking the secondary test.”

“I asked you if you wanted to review with me the first time, but it was apparently ‘easy enough’ to not need a serious review,” you huffed at his reasonable point, taking the black notebook from his hand and shoving it into your bag with more force than necessary.

Ranboo shakes his head, amused smile on his face before patting your head like a child. It took all your willpower not to kick him between the legs at his unintentional belittling.

This was two weeks ago. With two days left before the mandatory final exam, you’ve only just remembered about Ranboo’s notes that he leant you to help. Your panic from your procrastination slightly relieved at the idea of extra aid.

“Benefits of having a genius friend in the honor roll,” the neglected notebook looked a little sad from being crumpled in the edges, tossed and turned nonchalantly in your messy bag.

The first page had a rough list of your friend’s schedule for this semester, adorned at the bottom right corner by his silly signature. The next few pages were classroom rules and little notes, before proceeding to pages of his infamous art style, random doodles of things that some you can’t even recognize.

Endearing as it all may, your confusion furthered when the pages after are blank now. “Did Ranboo give me the wrong notebook?” With your other hand, you started scrolling through your contacts to call your friend, dominant one holding the pages upwards to skim through the contents quicker.

Until it stops at a page in the middle where a random list showed itself - what?

Carelessly putting your ringing phone between your shoulder and cheek, your hands brought the notebook closer to your face for better inspection. Curiosity getting the best of you.

3. Do not refuse their massages, they are heavenly. Please hit me with a bat if I refuse one of their back massages

Massages? Massages... you hum to yourself, trying to remember the times that you have indeed pampered your friend with a massage.

“Hey chat, I gotta for a quick break. Give me like five minutes, yeah?” There was one time during a stream day that you remember vaguely; you looked up from your Youtube recommendations, sitting up from Ranboo’s bed to see the boy himself dragging himself over to your place.

You shot him a confused place, he only shook his head (face covered for safety measures) before flopping himself on the mattress. Across your stretched out legs.

Ranboo rarely takes breaks between his streams, other than to pee or fetch something. And from what you’ve gathered with your divided attention, there weren’t any issues with chat or the stream itself.

“You good, big guy?” Your unoccupied hand found purchase between his shoulders, kneading with your palm through his shirt - this caused him to groan, tense before completely relaxing on the mattress (and your legs, can’t forget you’re trapped) again. This response urged you to continue using both hands now after closing your phone.

A couple sighs of relief. “My back has been hurting a lot lately.”

“Ah,” you dragged the heel of your palm against a knot on his left shoulder, rubbing it until his tension from the area eases, “Tall people problems.”

Did Ranboo just purr? “Not just tall people, it’s a common problem. You have back problems too.”

“Touché.” The quiet calmness was filled with nothing but Ranboo’s occasional grunts, the rustling of fabric, and a Discord ping here and there. The stiffness of his back had relaxed significantly yet he’s still not letting up from laying on your legs.

Your legs had lost feeling. You stretch your back as well after being hunched over when Ranboo suddenly shot up from the bed, hugging you in your shocked state before practically leaping towards his streaming set up. “Heeey there, I’m alive, I’m alive. Yes, I know that wasn’t just five minutes, let’s say something came up. Anyways, where were we-”

He ignores the glare directed at the back of his gaming chair, the sharp tingles of feeling slowly creeping in to your dead legs.

4. Sometimes their way of comfort is through hugs and that is a-okay. It's honestly super effective!

This one is a memory to keep, bittersweet as it may.

During the time of Ranboo's sudden rise in popularity, and honestly all throughout his journey, you've always been updated. From his Twitter, to when he streams, even as one of the first people to enter his Discord. This monitoring only widened as he reached Instagram and Tiktok.

It feels weird sometimes, being by his side all this time knowing who he is and what he looks, what he feels and what he does while everyone else in the world can only hope - imagine! To be in your position. And despite everything being a secondhand experience...

You can only feel barely half of the pressure Ranboo 100% feels.

"I'm coming in," the light from the hallway invades the pure darkness of his room, nothing but the illumination of his keyboard had given the place a glow. You called out softly, whispering, afraid to break the thick silence.

A subtle movement happens in your peripherals when you called out his real name. There you saw his head pop up from the other side of his bed, body hunched and leaning against the side of his bed frame, arms hugging his folded knees. You closed the door behind you before crawling up and over his bed.

"Sorry you had to see this," he mumbled when you were close enough, head leaning back to rest against the mattress. With your stomach on the bed, you reached over to wrap your arms around his neck. "To see me like this."

"Tell me what happened," a kiss to the crown of his hair broke the cracked walls of the dam. It was always so easy for you to coax the pain out of him, to lay it all bare as you hold him tightly to ground him, remind him you're still there to listen.

His dysmorphia had worsened when you thought you'd hyped him enough to gain the right courage to open up to the world. And suddenly it’s back and worse than ever. Ranboo kept his eyes on the ceiling while your hand travelled to his hair to card your fingers through, letting him have his time to vent. All his feelings he’d bottled up from everyone. Even from you.

At the end of his rant he suddenly pulled away from the bed, back turned to you as he rubbed at his eyes.

You’ve always loved his gray eyes and throughout this whole scenario he hasn’t met your eyes once. “Ranboo, look me in the eyes,” his shoulders tensed but didn’t move. “Turn around and look at me, please.”

He knew him denying would only prolong the inevitable, and so with one last sigh he turns ever slowly to face you. Your hand shot out to his face and he yelped, closing his eyes by instinct. His fluffy cloud of a hair was on the way, so you pushed it away.

A pressure on his forehead forced Ranboo to open his eyes out of curiosity. “Hey there.” The reflection of his own on your eyes so close to him made him freeze. “Ranboo, why do you want to do a face reveal?”

“It’s.. because I - I promised when I reached this sub count that I would,” your hum to urge him to continue made him go on, “And you know? It would be really convenient, for vlogging, for streaming. It’s also nice not to fear accidentally doing a face reveal every minute of my career.”

The one-sided tension he felt slipped away when he was distracted on the way you booped your noses together. Albeit still a quiet moment, you both spared a soft chuckle. “I may not be good with words,” he almost laughed when you didn’t finish the phrase ‘till he realized you’re being anxious too. “You know me, I’m a hugs person.”

The usual smile on his face made you sigh in relief. “Keep going, you got this,” he nuzzled your noses in comfort.

“Damn it, Boo, I’m supposed to be the one comforting you!” You whined and he laughed again, this time more lively than before. “I’m just pointing out that - this face reveal? In the end of the day, this isn’t about them, this isn’t about what they think of you. Because...

You’re not here to prove them right or wrong, you’re not here to prove a point, you’re here for yourself. No matter what they say, what matters most is what you think and what you want.”

A few seconds passed as you watched your friend’s face for any shifts. And you gasped when his eyes suddenly misted over, about to cry - in your panic you leaned back to give him space, but that’s opposite of what he wanted.

Next thing you know you’re a groaning-in-pain, tangled mess on the floor from when he’d pulled you in his own panic. Your right hip and elbow hurt from the impact and this giant teddy bear have you locked in his arms. “Ow, Ranboo, geezus, what the-” And your protests died at the muffled whimpers next to your ear, that part of your shirt feeling damper by the second.

Without another second you wrapped him in your best hug, cradling him in the comfort of the darkness of his room until he himself breaks the hug.

It was one of the bittersweet memories you had about your friendship with Ranboo, but it was the catalyst to the closeness you have now. The first time he had freely cried in your presence, the vulnerability from utmost trust

“(Y/N)? You there?” Huh? Your startling made the phone on your shoulder fall to the open notebook you’ve been staring at for minutes now, stuck in remembering. “What in the world was that noise?”

Shoot, you forgot about the call! “Heeey, Ranboo,” you picked up the phone up to your ear again, closing the book with the other as you stretched your limbs. You heard him hum in greeting, your mind pondering on what to say next as you tapped your fingers on the notebook’s cover. “Can I come over?”

“Of course you can!”

Ranboo had just ended a Discord call with Tubbo when the knock came to his door, and when he went over to open it was when he remembered you were coming over. His joy when seeing you is apparent, bending down to welcome you with a hug before you could even initiate before urging you inside.

The school bag slung over your shoulder gave him an idea of your purpose. “You need help with your test?”

“Something like that.” And when you pulled out the familiar notebook, it took him a few seconds to understand the implications, from his confusion on why he still had his notes a while back to your flushed expression that shies from direct eye contact.

“Oh God, did you actually read it?” The notebook left your hand like a thief to an old lady’s purse.

“Yeahh,” before the apology could leave his lips, you offered a hug that he gladly bends down to, just to ease his prior assumptions. “I’m not mad! Or weirded out, or whatever! I think it’s really sweet! I’m very happy to have you, Ranboo.”

The way he placed his weight on you so carelessly almost made you trip backwards if not for the arms wrapped around your waist. “Oh thank goodness, I really thought I messed up badly. I’m happy, and lucky to have you as well, (YN). More than you’ll ever know.”

Hours had passed after the initial surprise and it was nearing midnight when Ranboo checked the clock in his computer. Two hours of brute forcing the knowledge into your brain with Ranboo, and an hour more of him leaving you be to play with his friends. “Hey, how’s reviewing going-”

Turning his gaming chair gave him a sight. Of you sprawled out on his bed, the black notebook (the right one this time!) laying on your face, conveniently blocking the light from the bulbs ahead to not disrupt your sleep.

Your friend let out a sigh, a mirthful smile tickling his lips at the antics of his best friend.

“What did you honestly expect, Ranboo, you should have known.” He mumbled to himself as he left his set up, packing the items strewn about his bed and you on to the night stand next to it. The sight of the first black notebook (the wrong one) made him stop in his tracks, eyes flicking between the accursed item and the light switch.

And not a second longer he submits to his plan, pen in hand.

5. If you end up catching your friend's love language, that is perfectly fine. Normalize men with feelings, normalize loving your homies because they deserve it.

Lights off, Ranboo slips under the blankets next to you, the action making your sleepy self hug what you assumed was a long, oversized pillow.

The long, oversized pillow hugs back.

#ranboo x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mine:gold #mine:emerald #gender neutral reader

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bakasayu · 7 years

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I would really love to see a Gothic pretty Genji.

#bakasayu #overwatch #genji shimada #scribble doodles #I was waaay too lazy to try a finish piece but I like my drawings messy sometimes trolol #I need Genji's wuuuv #aka may have been playing Overwatch some more trolol #I have no life THAT A LIE! I GOTZ ONE!

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purble-turble · 3 years

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Do you have any spicynoodleshipping hcs?

Oh for sure! Probably nothing super original because I absorb headcanon from stuff I see all around the fandom and then promptly forget where i got it from 😓

But here’s a few of my favorites:

Both Red Son and MK are not super comfortable with public displays of affection. Red Son thinks himself too proper for it and MK gets easily embarrassed around people, so they keep it pretty low key when anyone else is around. The second they think they’re alone though it’s like a switch flips and they’re all over each other.. like, sitting on laps, walking with hands in each other’s pockets, running fingers (theoretical fingers, since they’re Legos lol) through hair.. it’s mushy and adorable and they both get embarrassed if someone happens to see them like that but they do it anyway~

Canonically, MK’s clones can get out of control if they exist too long, so I think one of the things that they tend to do is forget that it’s embarrassing to snuggle Red Son in public, and will just go for it. It’s one of the ways Red can tell MK’s clones apart from the original. Also, MK definitely gets jealous of his own clones sometimes if he sees this happening.. something Red Son uses to playfully annoy him at times.

Speaking of, both the boys tend to get jealous when someone else flirts with their boyfriend. MK tends to get all flustered and pouty if someone hits on Red Son and will just kinda glare at the perpetrator. Red Son is less subtle and will light them on fire if they don’t step away from the noodle boy.

Oh, Red also definitely still calls MK Noodle Boy but in like an affectionate way. Maybe he calls MK his Noodle Boy~

Also Red Son definitely catches fire when he gets overly flustered. It’s something he has to work on so he doesn’t burn his very much non flame-proof boyfriend.

I did a quick comic about it yesterday, but Red Son is much neater than MK and cares a lot more about his appearance. So I estimate he takes waaay longer to get ready in the morning. MK just kinda rolls out of bed and Red hates it lol

On that same vein, MK’s apartment is super messy and when Red Son comes over (or moves in) he always cleans the place. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He’ll be clearing off clothes from a chair to sit down and suddenly finds himself doing a load of MK’s laundry like Wait. How did this happen...? MK loves it because he hates cleaning.

MK canonically likes to draw since he illustrated a Monkey King biography, so he definitely likes to draw Red Son. He will sometimes doodle pictures of him on napkins and stuff when he’s sitting in the shop waiting for orders to take out. Maybe even silly doodles like of the two of them kissing or something cute like that~ He tries not to leave any drawings like that lying around that someone will find (because that’s embarrassing) but inevitably he misses one or two. If Red were to find one he wouldn’t say anything and would just keep it. Anyone else who found it.. Mei or Pigsy or Tang, they would probably tease him relentlessly lol

Red Son didn’t have to be introduced to video games by MK, being an inventor and engineer, he’s familiar with the concept and had tried them a bit before, but he never really got the appeal until he started playing multiplayer games with MK and Mei. MK is not very good, so Red has a fun time trouncing him, but Mei is an amazing gamer and he loves playing her because if he wins he knows he really earned it and it feels amazing! MK loves watching those two play because they get super competitive and it’s adorable watching Red Son get so invested.

When they’re out together Red will sometimes just commit crimes, not through malice or forethought, he just forgets that they’re crimes and he felt like doing them. Like... Oh that thing in this store looks neat. Yoink. Or hey that guy was rude? Well his shirt is on fire now. MK is always horrified and runs around fixing whatever has been done and apologizing on his behalf. Red never really feels bad about doing bad things, but he does feel bad about MK having to fix them. So he kinda becomes a better person after awhile not because he changes how he thinks, but just because he works to alter his behavior by stopping himself from acting on his first instincts in order to not make things hard on MK.

I’m sure there are more, but this is all i can think of for now.. I loved answering this though. If anyone has more questions about any of these answers or even some other spicynoodles ideas i’d love to hear them, send me an ask ❤️🧡

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #spicynoodleshipping #red son #mk #ask #blog #i love this ship #it’s so so cute

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 3 years

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this took waaay longer than expected omg-

pff- okay but i had to search for my tablet and it had everything but 2020, except for february- i did find a lot for january, but all of them are spoilers for stories, or just really bad doodles so there’s that

i used to draw on one layer on paint 3D because i was used to it, and i still don’t know why i haven’t realized how limited it was??? like besides having no layers, and few brushes, it had no pen pressure either- i swear i still don’t know how i did full illustrations with sketches and zero layers either-

but it had a way to record your drawings and i still have some of those recordings, but that’s for another time ;)

for march and april, it was my first drawings on tablet, and boi do they look bad-

except chara’s pose, i mean, the neck,,,looks,,wow- great eXEpt ThE Shading and lightning they do suck

the only excuse i have is that there is literally no brushes, i mean really, i only had the blur effect and motion blur to help me but except that nothing

from may to july was pretty bad ngl. i have nothing to say except that i got medibang on may, so there’s that. (i can’t believe i thought my anatomy was good back then hahahHA-)

the rest is good. i personally feel like i haven’t really improved much there except the use of modes and lightning/shading.

now that the “art analysis” is done, i want to thank some people for just making this year livable and much better. so first of all:

@zu-is-here i feel like if i didn’t go to your blog in april, i just would’ve spent the whole year in a pretty bad state- illness and stress don’t really go well together x) and i forgot to mention, but it was because of you that i got medibang and firealpaca in the first place! i feel like i vastly improved because of that- using different programs and all made me realize a lot of stuff and i can’t be grateful enough. your blog was the best thing that could’ve happened to me<3

@help-im-a-gay-fish okay but half of my wips and headcanons came directly from YOUR influence- like- you’re so creative it hurts (not in a bad way ofc)

your art and writings are always such a delight to see and i can’t help but feel so happy that you paid attention the little writings i made on zu’s blog either- (i forgot to thank zu for that too but gosh i can’t be grateful enough for her) ♥

@jann-the-bean i have to admit, i was waaay to shy to interact with you- because i just lOVED your writings! you were a pretty big influence too! i really though you were too cool to like my messy stuff but aaah- i can’t express how happy i was that you liked my art/writings/headcanons and i still am a bit shy to really talk but just know that i love your content <3

@amemi-i you are such a nice person- really, i can’t really express everything with words but i’m so glad i got to know you, even for a bit! your art is amazing, just as you, and i’m very glad i have someone to talk to from time to time ♥

@bluepalleteuniverse you’re so cheerful i actually thought you were a kid at first xD no but okay you’re a really amazing person and i always loved your interactions with people! et puis ça fais du bien de savoir que quelqu'un d’autre peut comprendre mes charabia en français x) you and your art are very lovely ♥

@dragon-tamer-1 you’re a very nice and supportive person! (to tell you the truth, i would’ve probably stayed anon for muuuch longer if you didn’t mention that you’d follow me in an instant if i were to reveal myself, and few people later on stated the same thing, and because i thought it was worth a shot, i wanted to make a gift for people i liked, and that’s how i started the project, because it’s way better than just revealing myself right x)) so thank u for being a very nice mutual ♥

@fio-violet your art genuinely amazes me- it’s got something so special in it that makes me LOVE it to such a degree- please know that i absolutely adore it <3

@rikablue27 i just needed to say that your art is SO so amazing and i was really surprised people didn’t pay attention to it- but i can say i really admire your way of drawing people and your shading/lightning! your perspective is also very neat and i can’t wait to see more of your art ♥

@ihavekarma3-blog it’s literally the same thing for you and rika, you’re a very talented person and i only wish you the best for the other projects

@ask-undermine your daily positivity and your constant support always make me very happy and i just wanted to thank u for that ♥

@kotikaleo your style is literally the cutest thing i’ve seen and i’m really amazed by every work you manage to make! you deserve every kind of support and i really can’t help but be inspired by your works <3

@amarald like- i know for a fact you’re an amazing artist and a really nice friend, but you’re also a very sweet person to interact with! your asks always make me so happy and i’m really glad i got to meet you ♥

i just listed everyone from the top of my head but there’s still so many more people i am thankful for, like YOU! everyone who sees this: i’m so glad you’re still here and enjoying people’s content and i wish you a very happy day/night and good year <3

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