CHECK OUT MY FRIEND! HE'S DOPE!

CHECK OUT MY FRIEND! HE'S DOPE!

THEY WROTE THIS TO TORMENT ME ABOUT OUR SHARED AU (Semi-Feral Polaroids) AND IT JUST BROKE ME

(This specific text isn't canon to our shared au that he writes snippets about, but as an alternate possibility it sure was nice :,] )

Have nice day

Maybe he sees an older yokai back then. Fifteen, twenty years on him, maybe? Hard to tell these days, with the war making everyone old before their time. Still pretty, though. Still vivacious. But starting to show his age just a little. Maybe he wonders what this little yokai was like… before. Before time and war wore him down and dulled his feathers, muted his smile. Maybe he wonders what it would be like to see the pretty yokai dancing for himself, for the sheer joy of it, and not just trying to distract and entertain the little ones from the hell they live in, wearing a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. Years later, but also years before, maybe he sees a pretty, vivacious yokai dancing for the sheer joy of it near the fountain in the Hidden City. Dancing like nobody's watching. Dancing like he doesn't care if they are. Their eyes meet across the square, and Leonardo knows those eyes, even if they don't yet know him.

We all know I'm never going to actually write this fic, but the concept is living rent-free in my head now.

Again, absolutely perfect! I love how you write so much! ^^

(Quick note, nardo is embarrassingly weak when it comes to puppy dog eyes)

More crossover shenanigans, because being able to write silly drabbles like this is great for scratching that writing itch, and @lukas6246 is amazing for letting me play with their blorbos. Peepaw Leon and little brother Leo are theirs, Eshra is mine.

Of course they met while shopping for clothes.

"That color would look great on you."

The rumbling baritone nearly makes Eshra drop the length of fabric he's been examining and look up in surprise, his shoulders tensing and his crest flaring on instinct. Usually he's more aware of his surroundings, but apparently he's been focusing so hard on whether or not he likes the shimmery white wrap that he hasn't even noticed the approach of the, uh… Woah.

Eshra looks up. And up. And up some more. The yokai(?) standing next to him is huge in all senses of the word, easily over seven feet tall and built to match, with lime green skin and a… a shell on his back? Eshra takes a step back, both to put a little distance between them and get better idea of what he's looking at.

A turtle, he realizes. There's a giant, bipedal, talking turtle standing next to him, browsing the clothing racks without a care in the world. The Hidden City really does have everything.

"You think so?" Eshra drops his gaze back to the cloth in his hands, and that's when he spots the pair of eyes narrowed suspiciously at him from around the giant turtle-man's shell. He leans back just a bit to get a clearer view, and his brow ridges lift when he sees those eyes belong to a miniature version of the big guy. His kid?

As though oblivious to the impromptu staring contest going on behind him, Big Turtle replies, "Sure, it'll stand out really well with your feathers." Bold as you please, he plucks the wrap from Eshra's fingers and holds it against the iridescent blue and green feathers adorning his arm. "See? And it goes all rainbow-y when the light hits it. It'll look great."

"Leon." That comes from Little Turtle, who is still watching Eshra like the feathered yokai is crafting some nefarious world-ending plot right there in the clothing store. "You said we'd get boba."

Leon, huh? Eshra files that information away for later.

Big Turtle -- Leon -- glances under his arm at his fun-size companion. "We just got here, champ," he says with some amusement and obvious affection.

"Yeah, but I'm literally dying of thirst. Look! I'm wasting away!" Little Turtle slumps dramatically against his… uncle… big brother… whatever and turns the biggest puppy dog eyes Eshra has ever seen up to the big turtle. It takes everything in the yokai not to snort at the theatrical display.

"Okay, okay, we'll go get boba." Leon seems entirely unaware of the little con artist's manipulation, or maybe he's just used to it. He looks at Eshra then and gives him the biggest, warmest smile Eshra has ever seen, and it promptly turns the little yokai's insides into mush. Oh no. "Seriously, get the wrap."

Then he's letting his seven foot, several hundred pound bulk be dragged out of the store by a kid not even half his size, a kid who is still tossing suspicious glances in Eshra's direction. Suddenly, on impulse, Eshra hurries after them.

"Hey, hold on!"

Leon stops, despite his Mini Me's attempts to continue to tug on his arm. He cocks his head at Eshra, whose crest ruffles in sudden bashfulness.

"Would you, uh. Would you like to get coffee sometime?"

There's that smile again. "Sure. Actually… how do you feel about boba?"

Beside Leon, Little Turtle looks borderline apoplectic, but the expression vanishes the instant Leon looks down at him. Interesting. "That okay with you, little bro?"

The answer is obviously reluctant. Equally obvious, however, is the teenager's apparent inability to say no to his older brother. "Yeah, that's fine, I guess."

"Great!" Leon offers a hand to Eshra, and the yokai only now realizes that the turtle's right arm is entirely prosthetic. "I'm Leon, and this is my, uh… little brother, Leo."

Taking the offered hand and giving it a polite shake, Eshra blinks. The same name? Okay, kinda weird… but now his curiosity is piqued, and he's going to chase it down no matter how hard the little one, Leo, is trying to set Eshra on fire with his eyes.

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Eshra."

Hello, I'm from Gaza City because of the war,my house was destroyed. We lost everything,my family and I did not have anything left. We left our homes in search of a safe place and we were displaced three times to different places to survive, but unfortunately there's no safe place in Gaza. My mother is very sick and she's a kidney failure patient in need of treatment outside. She suffers from LS. Help me and my family to survive. Please, your small donation can make a huge difference. A friend outside Gaza has come in to help me run the donation program so that my mother can be evacuated.

I have been informed that this message i received in my ask box is a scam.

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:glances at the time i threw something so hard at his temple his head knocked into the wall behind him:

:pushes it under the couch:

No clue what you're talking about

I'll see my favourite character happy and smiling just once and be like omg I never want him to get hurt or feel pain ever again, give him peace 🥺🥺 and then the very next day be like, okay, back to pushing him down the stairs

If you wanna protect AO3 or character ai. Or Wattpad. Or Tumblr. Or discord. Or even the right for undocumented people and minors to use the fucking Internet reblog this I swear to God. Reblog this and reblog as many KOSA posts as you can go on their website and contact your Representatives. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Reblogging my siblings post, my messages may not be open, but theirs are <3

What's up, peeps?

So, I was once again playing Legend of Mushroom. After about a week of building up the courage to try and make conversation in the server chat (give or take a day or two), I finally did it! My heart was beating so hard that it actually moved my whole body with every beat, but I did it :]

I really thought everything was going well, I managed to kind of hold a conversation and even earned myself a friend request in the process, but then I made the mistake of mentioning that I'm queer.

Cue the transphobic jokes, slurs, people ganging up on me whenever I try to contribute to the conversation, telling me that I'm either a man or a woman, and telling me to "stop making everything about gender" when I had in fact only mentioned it a handful of times because people were asking me questions about it.

I quickly gave up on trying to make friends.

One very strong panic attack later, and I'm stuck wondering why people are so mean

I didn't say anything bad or mean, I was just trying to contribute to the conversation :[

One kind person sent me a private message asking if I was okay, this person is also the one who sent me the friend request :]

It really made me feel a lot better, I'm extremely grateful ^-^

I'm still shaking, and I will be for a while, but I would be crying right now if it weren't for them.

Moral of the story:

1. don't ever mention anything about being queer in an online game server chat, it is never a safe space, and it will discourage you from ever typing another chat message again.

2. Reach out to people when you think they might need it. It never, ever hurts to check in on someone just in case. Worst case scenario, they'll just brush it off and continue with their day. Best case scenario, you just saved someone's life. I really can't stress this enough, don't be afraid to spread kindness in a world where it's so incredibly needed.

PSA aside, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day 🧡 this blog is a safe space for anyone who might need a friend, or just someone willing to lend an ear. My messages are open, don't hesitate to pay them a visit for whatever reason. I care about you, and you're not alone

Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲