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Ok so

Literally no one asked for this but I’m just gonna leave this here

And for anyone wondering

I’m sure he’s fine

What is productivity?

(I’ve been bored so I decided to digitally redraw some of my MLP bnha crossovers because I have nothing better to do with my time)

I need to stop but I won’t

I don’t care what my gender identity and pronouns are. From here on out, I wish to be referred to as Eldest Spawn.

Cow Jim Hutton

That's the post

YOU DON'T GET TO JUDGE ME

DoNT teLl me hOw to lIVE MY lifE

Prologue

Matches and Figures

Words: 702

TW: Anger and Mental Health

“Far from the ones who abandoned you”

His mind started to spin, the room was dim and his inherited anger was no help. Nobody, not even his dad, would help with his feelings. In fact, they only made it worse. It didn’t help that he wasn’t allowed to display anger, be seen and not heard. The room was becoming darker and darker, before it could not be seen at all. His furniture was gone, and it was like he was in his own mind. The orange shapes around the room were only making it worse, they would move even if he wasn’t and were always out of reach. He wanted to scream, tell his dad off about keeping him so sheltered, even break something, but now there was no door. Unable to get out, and it’s not like anybody would be coming in.

“Chasing the love of those humans who made you feel wanted”

He thought about his distant memories, maybe they were dreams but nobody was there to confirm nor deny. A little girl, brown curly hair, just old enough to stand, walking towards him. He thought about who she was, had it already been 13 years? Does she know about him? Does she hate him? It wasn’t making his anger any better, the shapes multiplying. He sat with his head in his hands, covering all but his eyes as his fingers bent. Even worse, she stared at him, her blue eyes staring directly into his, when he shut his eyes and imagined her, the room was white. Just the two of them. In an instant, she was older. This hadn’t happened before. Thirteen now, she stared at him, she had round glasses and such a familiar face. She wore a long, dark blue dress and a white cardigan. Her hair was still brown and curly. She was angry, so angry. Is that why she was visiting him? Not many come to visit unless they’re so blinded with rage- he’s the only one who knows how to deal with it.

“You tried to be tough, but your armors just not good enough”

He had his old glasses on, broken still from his last bout of rage. A friend, his only friend, told him there wasn’t a point to wear his anymore and to get contacts but he was putting it off. Since he could remember, he couldn’t see out of his right eye- he was more insecure about it as a kid when it was still healing. She was walking towards him, a bit of a stomp to her step as she was so angry, and it seemed directed toward him. He opened his eyes in an instant, shocked, confused, and less angry. His furniture was back, the vanity, his bed, the picture of him and his father- it was all there. It was okay- for now. He couldn’t shake her gaze, she wasn’t there anymore, but she was so familiar. He took his glasses off, they were too similar and he couldn’t stand his own reflection to remind him of her.

“Atticus, dinner.” He heard his dad call, he always seemed annoyed lately. It wasn’t like when he was a kid- what changed?

“Got it dad, one second.” He wiped his face, had he been crying? That’s right, everything did change. God, it had been several years already, he’d be over it already you would think, but apparently not.

He walked out towards the hallway and down into the adjoining kitchen, tapping his finger across the wall as he walked and stared at the pictures he grew up seeing.

There it was, the reason for the mood, the abandonment that felt sudden and rocked the core of the entire house. His best friend's older brother, someone he had grown up with, someone he looked up to, and he just left. Hardly a word to him, no goodbye, and shook his father more than he had seen before. The other roommate of the house, basically his uncle, had pulled out a match that night and burned photos out of anger. How were they allowed to be upset but not him? Virgil had left him too, you know?

Song name: Shiny from Moana

WOOOOOO! First fanfic I’m ACTUALLY posting! Hoping this won’t be a kind of thing where jobs check your social media- I use a pen name so maybe it’ll be hidden haha. I like to write and I think this would be a nice prologue, an idea of what’s to come, and an introduction of a character and issue.

If you couldn’t tell, this character is a side who has a parent who is a side, so I’m going to explain how that works. It’s more of just they appear, if a new emotion happens, then it’ll just appear, and depending on what it is, it’s like a child to different sides. So, if a new side is needed, it’ll just appear out of thin air and be there. As this fanfic series goes on, I’ll explain it a bit more, I just don’t want to spoil all the plot twists.

Here, think of it like how Encanto has all those new doors when they’re old enough, when there’s a new side, a new door is there too. And depending on what it is, like how the twins are twins, it could be the “child” of a side. Nothing like the uhm, way. Can you tell I’m very sensitive to specific words I don’t want to say?

This is LIKE a human AU but not too- I’m so scared to actually post my first AU especially since I’ve seen so many AUs where one of the sides has a kid and they get judged HARD. I promise it won’t be like that. It’s more of a “oh look, a child has shown up, I’ll take care of it” thing because they know that if a new side is needed, it’ll happen. AHH PLS DONT JUDGE.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LEAVE FEEDBACK PLS

(If you need more explaining about it, lmk)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Yamaguchi Tadashi Additional Tags: Napping, Fluff, My First Fanfic, How Do I Tag, Cute Yamaguchi Tadashi, Cute Summary:

Yamaguchi comes home and finds Kuroo napping. They napp. That's it. It's very soft. Very short.

+*. STORY TIME .*+

(below cut)

So today, after having been horsing around with my brother; being the absolute feral little gremlin that I am, I scuttled off and he called after me “Don’t you come stick your face in my window-” (there are windows inside the house between his bedroom and the living room ‘cause it used to be a porch) So naturally, I decided to come stick my face in his window, but with my techno mask on for extra shock factor, y’know? Except I thought he meant the outside ones. I didn’t feel like putting real clothes on (I was in a sports bra and pajama shorts), so I went out wrapped in a blanket- all you could see was the mask and my feet.

I start walking up the side of the house to get to his room, and this pickup slows down in front of our yard. There is no other reason I can think that they would have slowed down other than them having seen me- and I was in plain view from the road. And I’m just highly amused. That I probably just significantly confused one of our neighbors. And that this is what they would have seen.

Naruto characters x things I said pt.6

How did I manage 6 parts of this?!

Part 1 - part 2 -part 3 - part 4 -part 5 - part 7

Warnings: mention of panic attacks

Masterlist and rules

Itachi, after he stopped crying for a breakdown: That was actually pretty stupid if you ask me.

Kakashi: You know, cosplay is fun until it's 3 in the morning and you have to take all the make up off

Tenten: Ehy, if I were to cut my hair, what haircut should I do?

Neji: Don't.

Tenten: Why?

Neji: Because I know you and you'll just think "But maybe short hair" and you'll continue to cut

Tenten: *cuts her hair without saying anything*

Shisui: My confidence with messy, wavy hair just went *proceeds to show a printed grafic*

Gaara: It's not true that my face is always the same. I can look disappointed in myself sometimes

Shikamaru: If I say it like that it sounds like I want to kill him, but I'm too lazy to do it

Hinata, chuckling nervously: It's not like I had 2 panic attacks yesterday

X: What colour are your eyes?

Kurenai: ...Yes

Kakuzu: I have to be wise with money since I'm poor

Hidan: No one will stop me from buying this, not even me

*alarm going off*

Obito: OK, I had my five minutes daily cry. What am I supposed to do?

Obito, two seconds later: And people ask why I don't have mental health

Naruto, in his office doing paperwork and on the verge of tears: How did I manage all those years of this shit?

Shino, during a test: Sounds like the right time to panic and have a breakdown. Hopefully I'll be quiet and I won't disturb the others

Sasuke: I can't wait to graduate and insult him with everything he did

Masterlist and rules

[id: a light blue userbox with a pastel blue border, and pastel blue text that reads “this user just really loves weezer.” on the left is an image of the album cover for weezer album. /end id]

It's cool, dolphin friend. I don't either.

When I was like little and I heard about Fnaf I made a painting for Scott

Now I want to show my now older self that I love this so much

Get out of your room for once, he said. It’ll just be a few friends hanging out, he said.

So why was the goddamn place so crowded and noisy?

“Puto…” Torres wasn’t very happy about his so-called friend Pavo misleading him like that. This was assuredly not the place he’d expected to be that night. Not only that, but he was sure most of the people present were only there for the booze and music. Then again, the music wasn’t even that great. Who even liked reggaeton?

Sitting on the sofa in complete lethargy, Torres looked like he’d just been dragged out of bed- and that wasn’t far from the truth. His unshaven, scraggly facial hair suited the uncombed curls of his hair, which were pulled back into a messy ponytail. Dark circles sullied the space around his eyes. A gaze that was normally intense and inquisitive lazily focused on a stain on the carpet.

Where was Pavo, anyway? Torres couldn’t even spot his stupid blue hair amidst the crowded room. Could he have really just ditched him? Honestly, he wouldn’t put that past Pavo.

Torres had no idea what to do. Social settings weren’t his expertise, and he doubted anyone wanted to listen to him talk about school- not that he even really wanted to talk. Usually, he’d let Pavo (who, again, wasn’t there) handle that part. Would it be a problem to just get up and leave?

Knowing the drama queen-slash-attention whore of a host, Gabriel, probably. Funny how someone with such lovely appellations would spend that entire night ignoring Torres.

His constant stewing was enough to distract him from the leg pressing against his, albeit briefly. Looking over, he noticed the leg seated beside him was thicker than his own. Given Torres’ overall bigness, that was pretty impressive. Then his eyes drifted to his sudden couchmate’s soft midsection, which jiggled a bit…

“Hey.”

Torres froze. Instead of looking to meet the source of the voice, he merely looked back at the carpet stain. It wasn’t the prettiest sight, but damn if he wasn’t more comfortable looking at that than acknowledging he was gawking at someone again.

“Yo.” Torres was prone to mumbling, especially to strangers. Hopefully he was coherent enough to hear above the clamoring crowd.

“Having fun?”

Torres felt the other leg move away from his. He supposed other people on the sofa must have gotten up, thus freeing up more room to spread out. With a brief glance to confirm it, he immediately looked away again.

“Meh.”

One could always count on Torres to be honest, if nothing else. He really wasn’t enjoying himself. Heck, why was he even talking to this joker instead of just leaving instead?

His couchmate chuckled. “That bad?”

“Fuck, Gabe ain’t said a thing to me all night.” Torres shook his head, meanwhile repositioning himself to gesture somewhat emphatically. His eyes moved closer to the person beside him- or at least further away from the carpet.

“And that’s a problem?”

That remark made Torres turn, at which point he snuck a better look at the one sitting beside him. He, a young man around Torres’ age, and definitely dressed up compared to other partygoers; he went so far as to wear a bowtie, though he paired it with an untucked yellow shirt and wine red Bermuda shorts. Torres found it cute, in a dorky kind of way.

The man smiled welcomingly as he noticed Torres’ cross-examination. Clearly, there was more than one person gathering details here.

Meanwhile, Torres beheld the man’s short, tightly curled hair, which had a slight fade at the edges. His round, freckled face and big silver eyes held great appeal.

Enough so that Torres found himself staring a little too long.

“Call me Rubin.”

Noticing what he’d done, Torres coughed and ran his fingers through his wavy tresses. Needless to say, his hazel eyes had long since broken contact with Rubin’s own.

“Torres…”

Rubin sprawled out his arms on the back of the sofa, nodding in recognition. “Torres.”

Torres stared again, admiring the taut fabric and straining buttons on Rubin’s belly in the process. Though shorter, Rubin was a big guy much like Torres. In fact, it was telling that the pair, when not forced to huddle together, basically took up the entire sofa on their own.

Again, the attention didn’t slip Rubin’s notice. In fact, he took a moment to tauntingly play with his shirt a little.

Torres blushed, though he was quick to blink rapidly and look elsewhere.

“You here with anyone?” Rubin finally rested his hand on his gut.

“Barely.” Crossing his arms, Torres sounded rather snide. “Pavo’s probably off getting laid and shit.”

“Pavo?” Rubin was mystified by that name. He’d heard stranger, but he had to wonder where it came from.

“Yeah. Been my friend since we were kids.” The story was, naturally, much more complicated than that. Still, that was a story for another day- and most certainly not one for a veritable stranger like Rubin. Torres could instead sum it up in other ways. “Qué pérdida…”

“Hmm.” Rubin idly patted his stomach. “Sucks.”

There was a bit of silence after that, long enough to leave both of them wondering. Was the conversation over like that? Truthfully, Rubin didn’t want it to end that way. This Torres guy seemed like he needed a friend.

“Hey.” Rubin patted the bare bit of cushion between him and Torres. “We should hang out sometime. What’s your number?”

Torres drew his hands closer to himself for a moment, uncertain how to respond. There was redness in his face again, his expression fairly blank. He was trying to comprehend why he’d be asked that. After all, he couldn’t remember the last time someone wanted his phone number.

“Here.” Noting the confusion, Rubin handed Torres his phone before holding out his own empty hand. “Yours?”

Though he slightly trembled, Torres returned the favor. He was one of Rubin’s phone contacts in no time.

“Call me sometime.” Rubin assumed the same wide, friendly smile as before.

“C-can I text instead?” Torres ran his fingers through his hair again.

“Sure.” With an affirmative nod, Rubin felt no problem with that. Maybe it’d even mean Torres would get back to him quicker.

Looking fairly pleased, Torres made sure the phones were returned to their rightful owners. Taking a look at his, he soon started typing on it.

With a placid grin, Rubin hoped for the best.

As that thought occupied his mind, Rubin’s phone buzzed.

Rubin’s smile grew even more as he saw what graced his screen.

ur cute : )

“Geez.” Rubin put his hand on his face, slowly swaying his head. He felt it was only proper to move closer to Torres, who had a rather devilish look on his face. With his leg pressing against Torres’ once more, the pair’s eyes met longingly. Rubin squeezed Torres’ knee affectionately.

Even though they sat beside each other, Rubin and Torres barely spoke a word for the rest of the night. On the other hand, texts between them flew left and right.

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Just some fluff I decided to write about how Rubin and Torres met. I posted it here rather than my MgH blog just because there’s some belly content in there if you squint. (And more people follow me here, so that’s good too!)

Hopefully I didn’t disappoint.

Curious for more about these two cuties? They’re from my story Minu ga Hana, which you can read here. The official Tumblr, where you can ask the cast anything, is here. Thanks for stopping by!

Y'know, before the movie Nimona, there was a comic book. I liked Nimona before it was cool.

Life sucks atm. Looking for a friend.(Wait was this too desperate?)

Reincarnation

        I have this friend, Tobias; he’s an angel like me. He and I get along great we lived our first lives together back in French revolution. Our families were one of the unlucky ones to be sent to the guillotine. I was young and so was he and we were even thrown into the same cell together. We made up games to pass the time like throwing sticks out the cell windows at the third class people below us.

After we died, we woke up in heaven. There is a endless number of options to waste away eternity with. However; Tobias has one hobby of his that he loves to do over and over, reincarnation. Reincarnation is something that everyone has done at least twice here in heaven. The rules are that you are given three different type of lives to choose from, each with its own perks and challenges, so you can decide what you want your next life to be like. When you die then you remember all your past lives and even make some new friends.

The life he just chose was a boy to be born in the United States. Said that he wanted to see what the new world had become. He has three more years till his born again, which in heaven is like two months and seventeen days. I don’t really get the time here. The only problem is, I got kids all in different countries. So I told Tobias I had made plans to go see the Archangels in concert and couldn’t make it. See there is one problem with reincarnation, once you found your soul mate. Your love life isn’t the same without the other person there, no matter how many times you do it. 

Tobias still has no idea, but I love him. I’ve been with him for a long time now, however, I still can’t work up the courage to tell him. If I did, I’m so afraid that he will think differently of me. He finds love in all of his lives but always ends up going back and I always end up finding myself waiting for him, eternity seems so much longer when his not here. He invited me to a party tonight with all the angels who are going to be reborn in the same country as him. Ever meet a friend that you have a weird connection with? Then you two probably hung out during those parties.

I’ve never asked Tobias why he constantly becomes reborn again and again. I was hoping to get him alone tonight and ask him. I can only imagine it’s something along the lines of “because it’s fun”, but something is gnawing at me to ask. The question is slowly burning inside me and eating away at me. I guess I want him to say something like “because I want to find someone to love me for eternity”, or something stupid and cheesy that would never come out of his mouth…but if he ever did say that…if he ever felt like that…I’d probably confess right there, that I love him. That I think he's my soul mate.

Other people: So how many figures of Nagito Komaeda do you really need?

Me: Yes.

Listen, Kira has little impulse control. Especially when it comes to franchises and characters I like.

His birthday is on the same day I start my first day of High School. I suddenly feel better about going to a makeshift prison!

I found this meme, and all I could think about was "This is 100% Bright n Jess"

Anyway here's an art

I'm designing mermaid aus of Call of duty modern warfare (possibly 09 but mostly 19.)