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The Punchline Is That There Is No Punchline
A fanfiction or something.
Trigger warning:small bit of self harm stuff.
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It was hard being the comic relief. Always having to boost spirits. Always having to tell jokes to lighten the mood. Always keeping a smile on his face. It was all on his shoulders. And the weight was starting to crush him.
Jay stood in the bathroom, looking himself in the eye. He was having a fight with himself. And he was losing.
"We have to tell them."
Jay said sternly, gripping the counter tight.
"They wouldn't understand. They'd say that we're overreacting. That we should just cheer up and move on."
A voice in the back of his mind barked back at him. Jay shook his head in disagreement, his shoulders tensing.
"They're our friends! I'm sure they'll understand!”
Jay attempted to reassure himself. But the voice insisted.
"They won't believe you. They'll think it's another one of our pathetic jokes. You're in too deep."
Jay sighed heavily, covering his face with his hands. He struggled to look at his reflection.
"Just look at us. We're meant to be happy-go-lucky Jay Walker! And what are we instead? A pathetic excuse for a comedian."
Stop it.
"It's impressive how they actually believe this disguise! How oblivious can they get?"
Stop it.
"We're just the comic relief! That's all we are to this team. No one gives a damn about you, dumba—"
"Stop it!"
Jay cut the voice off, punching the mirror. He must have been incredibly upset because he had shattered it entirely. Jay stood there for a few seconds out of pure shock before falling to his knees, sobbing and shaking. His hand was cut up from the punch and shards of glass were imbedded in his skin, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing at his hair. Not even ten seconds later, he heard a desperate knock at the door.
"Hello?! It's me, Zane! I heard glass breaking! Are you alright?!"
Jay stood up shakily. His knees were also pretty banged up from collapsing onto the glass. Jay looked at the broken mirror one more time, taking a deep breath.
"It’s Jay. No, I'm not alright. I punched the mirror and it broke."
He wasn't lying yet.
"Why did you punch the mirror?"
Now he was.
"I saw a spider. Look, just-just help me out here, okay?"
Good lie. Really believable.
Jay unlocked the door with his good hand, letting Zane in.
"Oh dear…you hurt yourself this bad over a spider?"
Zane looked at Jay's injuries, a concerned look on his face. Jay began to panic. The spider story was already falling apart.
"I-It was a really big spider! You should've seen it!"
Jay was shaking. He wasn't supposed to be shaking. He wanted to stop shaking, but the harder he tried, he made it worse.
"Stop shaking, you idiot! He's gonna get suspicious!"
Jay couldn't stop shaking. He began to cry, tears streaming down his face.
"Jay?"
Jay looked up, making eye contact with Zane.
"I never expected you to get so worked up over a simple spider."
Oh thank God, he's clueless.
"Well, I got scared when I saw it! I didn't know what to do, so I punched it! Look, let's focus on this later. Right now, I need your help."
Jay gestured to his injured hand and his banged up knees. Zane nodded, tending to Jay's wounds.
"It must have been one hell of a spider. A simple slap of your hand probably would have been enough."
Jay began to panic again. Why would he punch the mirror? He could have grabbed the shower head and killed the thing with water! Wait. What was he thinking? This is a fake, hypothetical spider! But Zane doesn't know that! Think Jay, think!
"It was! I-I panicked and punched instead of slapped! Trust me, instant regret."
That was believable, right? Oh no, the look on Zane's face said otherwise.
"Jay...there was no spider, was there?"
Shit.
"Damn it! He saw through it all! How could we be so pathetic? Don't tell him anything! Just deny, deny, de—"
Jay began to sob heavily, bringing his bandaged up knees to his chest.
"What are you doing?! Stop crying and find a new story!"
"Jay? Please, you can talk to me. What happened?"
Zane reached out to Jay, being careful not to touch him. Jay looked up to Zane, not making eye contact.
"I can't do it, Zane...I can't do it..."
Jay shook his head, his voice escaping as a faint whisper.
"What can't you do?"
Zane wanted to hold his friend. He wanted Jay to know he was there for him. But he would only hold Jay if he asked for it. He had to respect Jay's boundaries.
"I can't be optimistic all the time. I get it! I'M the comic relief! It's MY job to raise spirits! But it's hard, Zane! I can't keep up this cheerful exterior anymore! I'm SAD, Zane! Forcing a smile every day is PAINFUL! I hate it! I hate everything about my job!"
Jay shouted, shaking heavily. He continued to sob, hiding his face in his hands. Zane was at a loss for words. Jay hid his pain away behind a mask. What scared him was how well he had hidden it all this time.
"Jay...I never knew. I am so sorry...I just have one question—no, two."
Jay looked back up to Zane, managing eye contact this time.
"What?"
Zane looked deep into Jay's eyes. That didn't make things easier for Jay. If anything, it only intimidated him.
"For starters..."
Zane opened his arms, smiling reassuringly. Great, now Jay's confused.
"Do you want a hug?"
Jay looked at Zane. Was he serious? Of course he is, he's Zane! Jay may have been confused by the offer but he took it with open arms. (no pun intended) He continued to sob heavily, hugging Zane tight. Zane held Jay close, running his hand through Jay's hair.
"It's just so hard, Zane..."
Jay's voice came out as a desperate whimper, as he gripped at Zane's shirt.
"If you ever need me, I will be there. Don't forget that, Jay."
Jay nodded softly, his sobs slowly dying out. Then he remembered.
"What's the second question?"
Jay looked at Zane confusedly, tilting his head slightly. Zane sighed softly, gripping Jay's shoulders carefully.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Shit. Jay should have seen this one coming. He hid it for God knows how long and for what? For it to all come out on their bathroom floor? God, this was the WORST. Jay sighed weakly, shaking his head.
"I didn't think you would care...I thought you would just tell me to get over it...the show must go on, after all!"
Jay gestured with his injured hand, regretting it immediately. Zane was, once again, at a loss for words. Jay, of all people, thought that he wouldn't care. That the others wouldn't care. Zane reached forward carefully, wiping Jay's tears away with his thumb.
"What made you think that? You're one of our best friends! If we lost you, we wouldn't know what to do with ourselves! The same goes for anyone on this team—no, in this family. You are so incredibly important, Jay. Don't let anyone say you're not."
Jay chuckled weakly, shaking his head. Zane knew this wasn't a joke. So why was Jay laughing?
"I don't have much of a choice, Zane. There's this voice in my head that keeps telling me I'm no good. I wanted them to shut up, so I punched the mirror in frustration. I can't shut them out anymore, Zane, th-they're just...there! I don't know how long they've been here, but I want them gone!"
Jay’s hands laced into his hair, his breathing getting shaky.
Zane didn't know what to do. The only voice he's ever had in his head was PIXAL and she was nice. He didn't know how to feel about the voice. If the voice was physical, that's a different story. He didn't know how to comfort Jay. And he HATED that.
"I don't know what to do."
He spoke breathlessly, looking over to the glass shards on the floor. Jay sighed softly, his hands going back to his knees.
"It's alright. Neither do I."
Jay smiled weakly. There was no pain behind this smile. Zane found that reassuring.
"I'm sorry. I want to help, but...I don't know how."
Zane chuckled sheepishly, shaking his head. It seemed silly to laugh at something like this. A small bit morbid, even. Jay laughed softly.
"It's okay. We can be idiots together."
The two laughed, holding each other close. It was hard being the comic relief. But with people like Zane around, it truly felt worth it. If only for a little while.
The End.
I guess.
I don't know, really.
Under this post, I took a stab at writing!
It's not very good, but also not half bad, if I do say so myself! Why don't you check it out?
a surfer dude for @toastyart! i feel like he spends a lotta time being flummoxed
I blame @edens-garden for this (but not really I love you bro)
So ... Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All is a game-
8th July 2021
I Left My Body Lying Somewhere In The Sands Of Time
This piece of writing focuses on a certain coping mechanism that I don't know if everyone is comfortable with, so I'm putting a border up. And here, I will put a definition! "Age regression is a psychological phenomenon that occurs when someone's thoughts, emotions, or behaviors revert to a younger developmental stage. It can be a temporary or long-term response to stress, trauma, or other factors, and it can happen at any age."
So this is NOT A KINK, and I only say this due to the people I know are out there who perceive it as such. People have this in real life. People cope with this in real life. This is just a personal headcanon that I was learning how to write with, and I'm doing my best to know all the research. Please let me know if anything doesn't fit or doesn't seem right or anything that I've gotten wrong, I'm trying to learn.
If you don't want to read it, no one is forcing you to. Be safe, readers!
Time was supposed to be unshakable, wasn't he? Their leader, the man everyone turned to for answers? When something goes wrong, who's the first person everyone knew had the answer to the given problem? Always ready to give advice. Ready to comfort. Old and wise.
So why was he curled in the trunk of an old tree, not feeling old at all?
His adventures had been hell, with time travel. More than double of his lifespan had been spent as a child. But he was in his late thirties now, he was sure, so why did he suddenly feel so small like the world was too big and he wanted to hide? Where was the strong leader people looked for?
He was gone, and a child was left in his place.
Link sniffled and cried, hugging himself. Thankfully they'd been at his and Malon's ranch, so whatever this... this was, was at least occurring in woods he knew were safe. But to someone who felt so small, feeling like the treetops hit the sky, like his memory wasn't quite there or complete, the forest was a maze. Almost like he was nine again. If Time was Time, he'd walk home in five minutes, no problem. But he... Was he Link out of Termina? Link after beating Ganon? Where was the math, what was his age? Would the Mask of Truth show him how old he really was, deep inside?
Was he nine, seventeen, sixteen, eight, five, thirteen, eighteen, or thirty six? That was too many numbers to think of. Masks he could do. He knew them, he wore them, he was the person inside for a bit. Somebody different. Certainly not the mess he was now.
He couldn't walk out, no problem, this time.
Link's hands- at least he knew he was Link, if not anything else. Was that a comfort or a curse? - fumbled at his belt. So many masks usually lined his belt. Where did they all go? The details were fuzzy. Only three of them were still there. At least there were three and they weren't all gone.
He hit his elbow on the tree and instead of flinching, his cries renewed, quiet and confused. Ow, why were even the trees being mean to him today??? It wasn't fair! It wasn't his fault that his limbs were too long and he was too tall and he felt too old to sit here and cry. Brain and body were not the same. Both complex in different ways. All mixed and matched and jumbled. He couldn't quite get a proper grasp on that feeling in the back of his brain, starting to spread and bleed fuzzily into the rest of his consciousness.
Link sniffled and rubbed his eyes. Right, what was he trying to do again? Masks? Ah. The first one he'd ever held.
He unclipped the Deku Mask with shaking, too-big fingers and cradled it gently. Perfect. He sniffled again. " 'M sorry." His voice was thick and small. He then slipped the mask over his face.
XXX
Why did transformations hurt so much? He'd forgotten how much they hurt. He didn't want to hurt. Had he, at some point, gotten used to it? But when had he had the chance to forget, it couldn't have been that long ago?
No matter. Link was maybe a little shorter than he was at nine, with the mask, and that almost cured his sniffles completely. Small in both body and mind, perfect! Matched like Malon's favorite cucco socks! But now what was he going to do, in these woods, in the late hours of the day? It was rapidly getting dark.
Being small wasn't useful in the dark.
And oh, Link didn't like the dark. Things that screamed and cried and took your life lived in the dark. The moon lived in the dark. Majora. Ganon. They all lived in the dark and he was surrounded by it, barely able to see the trees. No fairy to light his way. No song of home faintly heard through the trees to be his guide. Not even a night light.
He burst into tears again.
Link's tears weren't really there, seeing as he was effectively a Deku Scrub. There were no tears to cry. But the frantic breathing was there, the choked sounds in the back of his throat where vocal chords used to be. His hands were clumsy, made of wood, but they were small, how he wanted, needed, felt. How would he get home?
Oh, no no no, Link couldn't go home. They would think he was so silly, Mido would laugh. But was he going home to the Kokiri, or home to Malon? Would Malon think he was silly? His boys?
He didn't want to think of his boys. Link wasn't someone's dad. Being a parent was an adult job. And Link had just made the rule that he wasn't allowed to think of adults, effective immediately. Perfect rule, and rules were to be followed. Rules kept you safe.
So, instead of trying to go home, he scampered off deeper into the woods. He could find fairies, some light. And maybe when he felt better, they could guide him home. Navi always seemed so good at that.
XXX
"Where the fuck is he??" Warriors hissed, looking at the darkness outside. Time had gone out hours ago, claiming he needed firewood. It didn't take hours to gather wood from a stack of wood that was already chopped. He'd seemed a little detached as he told Warriors where he was going, but Warriors had chalked it up to needing some alone time from everything around.
"He jus' fuckin' up an' vanished." Twilight was pacing again. Time wasn't known for just disappearing. Or for saying he was going one place and turning up in another. That was Wild and Hyrule's job. Sometimes Legend's, if he was pissed off enough.
"It's nearly night, don't you think-" Four was cut off by Warriors grabbing his sword.
"I'll go get him. He's somewhere out here. I'll find him. He can't be far."
XXX
Oh, Link was so far away from home, and he wanted to go home NOW. Forget looking silly, the trees were all looking at him and they were mad and there was no moon and he could hear all the noises the forest made. He wanted to go home.
Link made soft, wounded noises, heading this way and that. No fairy bushes, no mushroom lights. No Navi. No Tatl. Just the dark and ohhelpno-
A very small hole he'd wedged a foot into. Had something grabbed him? Link pulled and pulled, but his foot was stuck and tight. Maybe some sort of burrow? He'd know if he was bigger. For sure. Link whined softly. He could hear the forest moving, which meant he had to GO GO GO or else something would find him and snatch him and he'd be gone forever-
Footsteps, quietly crunching, soft to try and not be heard. Link held his breath.
And immediately lost it in a grating sob, unnatural in the transformed body. Link's hands were too clumsy, no matter if they felt the right size. He couldn't magically dig himself out of the burrow-hole. The footsteps were getting faster, more urgent. Link couldn't get up, couldn't get free, one more footstep, Link curled up over himself, two more, hands on his face, covered in dirt one more two more three and four- "Heyyyy, shh. Are you okay?" The voice was warm, calming. As if talking to a frightened, wild animal. "I'm not here to hurt you, just looking for a- Time?" A time? What a funny thing to be looking for. Vaguely, Link recalled that he responded to that name. He paid it no mind, instead continuing to try and wiggle free.
XXX
Warriors looked down at this... Deku Scrub? That clearly seemed to be Time. The scar, the eyes, even the markings had transferred. Time was making an odd rattling noise, sort of like shaking deku nuts in a bottle. Trying to talk? Trying to explain? No. Warriors noted that it was some attempt at Hylian crying, though the body wasn't built for the sound.
Oh, dear.
"Okay, okay, I'll just- I'll try to figure out what's going on, okay? Is- is it some sort of curse? Can I break it? Here let me-" Warriors reached under Time's arms to lift him free, and Time was immediately clinging to him.
XXX
A curse? Was he cursed? Link cried into Warriors' neck. He knew Warriors, knew him from stern talks and warm mugs and being carried when he was too sleepy to walk. Warriors was safe. And he'd brought light with him! Link sniffled again, hands fisted in Warriors' scarf.
Warriors started to pat him down and check him over.
"Are you hurt? Are you okay? You've been gone hours, Time."
Link shook his head. But he didn't answer the second question, nor did he respond much to his name. Warriors found the small dip under Link's chin that meant that he was wearing a mask. Warriors frowned.
"Hey, can you look at me?"
Link looked up at him.
"Are you wearing a mask?" Link nodded slowly.
"Sprite, why? You've told me you don't like using those." Link jolted at the nickname and watched Warriors with wide eyes. 'Helps', Link signed, struggling to properly move his hands the way they should for the sign.
"Helps? With what?" Warriors only got a shrug as an answer.
XXX
Time shuffled to try and lay his head down on Warriors' shoulder, but Warriors gently held his head back up. Time was being so vague. He didn't seem to be fully there, his eyes distant. What could the Deku Mask help that Time couldn't do himself? Time didn't like using masks anymore, he'd said on multiple occasions.
"Can we take the mask off?" Warriors asked, moving his hand to try and get his fingers under it-
Time startled and pushed at his hand, making that same rattling noise he'd made earlier. 'Need it!' Time signed with emphasis, shaking his head.
"Time, c'mon. We've gotta get it off, so you can tell me what's going on."
Time made what was clearly some sort of whine and tried to hide his face in Warriors' neck. Warriors made a startled noise and tilted his head a little to make more space. "Is- is there a reason you can't take it off?" Time didn't answer that one, too busy clinging.
He was acting like a child, frightened and desperate. Warriors put a hand against Time's head, holding him close. "What's going on, Time? I'm just worried." Time made an unhappy noise at the name, and Warriors was sort of freaking out inside. He hadn't seen anything like this, where someone who was normally a functioning adult acted and sounded like a child-
Oh, wait. He had.
Back in the war, once things were starting to simmer down. The nightmares and flashbacks were terrible for many people. And Warriors had seen many a person cry and wail and ask for a parent. He had seen them draw and play in a safe tent. He had watched them seem at ease for the first time in a long time. He couldn't recall what Proxi had called it, but he knew it was some form of coping. Something to make them feel safe.
Time... maybe that's what Time was facing, now. The overwhelming feeling of being small and vulnerable again. These dark woods were no place for a child, whether only in mind or not.
"Alright, Link. I'm gonna need you to take off the mask for just a little while, okay? I've gotta talk to you and need to make sure you can talk back. It might hurt, and it might not make you feel great, but I've gotta check you over. Then, if you want, you can put it right back on."
Warriors softened his voice, hoping that he'd listen.
Time- Link. He could call him Link for now. Just in case.
Link sniffled and cried... and put his hands up to take off the mask. It came off quick, and as soon as it unlatched from Link's face it fell to the ground, and Warriors was met with wailing. He'd been right, the rattling sound had been an attempt at crying.
Now with an armful of a very heavy man, Warriors grunted a little and made to sit down. Link wound up in his lap, shaking and visibly trying to make himself small as he fisted a handful of Warriors' scarf.
"Hey, hey. Okay, see, wasn't so bad. I'm gonna check you over now, okay?" Warriors started gently moving Link's body to make sure that all the nicks that'd been in the Deku Scrub body had been scars and not cuts. Finding that that was the case, Warriors then gave him a hug.
"Alright, good. You're not hurt. Can you..."
Should he really ask this question, was this an invasive ask, would he be mad-
"Can you tell me how old you are? Or how old you feel?"
Warriors bit his lip, rocking Link gently back and forth, waiting for an answer. Link gave a wounded noise and shook his head, closing his eyes and pressing at them. Worth a shot.
"Okay, can you talk to me at all? Tell me why you were so far out here all alone?"
Link visibly tried to gather himself.
" 'S hard." He whispered, voice thick and upset. Link started crying a little harder, and Warriors was quick to console him.
"No, no, no, Sprite, it's okay. You don't have to talk if you can't. I can do without. Can you sign okay? Just give me a simple yes with your hands, if so." Link signed a shaky 'yes' and then moved to hide his face again.
"Okay, buddy. Do you think we can go home now?" Link shook his head, his tears soaking Wars' shoulder. "Why not?"
Link's hands were hard to read, as he shook and clung to Warriors. Warriors caught half-made signs of 'sleepy', 'scared', and 'can't'. He sighed and moved to rest his back against a tree.
"Alright, Link. We'll just sit here until you feel better, okay?"
OP, I'm so sorry that all of these problems have piled up on one another
I am 5'7 and weigh 115lbs I completely understand how your feeling! I've been thin my whole life, and have had to combat people saying they wished they had my body, when deep down I didn't.
Your symptoms of eating habits are similar to those of a eating disorder. And eating disorder are NOT limited to wanting to lose weight and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And are not always connected to body image. Something that helps me find the strength to eat is eating around others who are eating. Call it FOMO or just my chronic anxiety but I feel the need to eat WITH them, not for me sake, but for theirs.
Please take it slow, and take time to love your body, and how it looks, right now. This huge loss of weight isn't something you can control, but it is something that is paving the road to a better you.
I wish you SO much love and luck in reapply for Snap. It's wild how hard it is to even get government mandated programs, especially to those in need.
Also I only found your post because I was looking at the concussion #'s (I gave myself one yesterday and was looking for some reassure and someone to relate to) and this was pretty much the only one that wasn't about fan fiction!
I really tried to make this post sound uplifting and helpful! In no way was this meant to put you down, it's just we're going through a lot of the same stuff atm. And these are things I wish people had told me.
Love you, thanks for using Tumblr as a venting site
I need to put on weight. I lost a crazy amount of weight in a very short amount of time due to medication side effects and I’m struggling to eat three meals a day. I’m 5’3” and I weigh 112lbs. I’m worried about losing any more weight.
I drink meal replacement shakes because they’re simple and I don’t have to prep them. Prepping food is difficult. I just now made myself one of those 90 second bags of rice and my head is killing me.
I have no appetite. I look in the pantry at all of the food and I don’t have the spoons to make something. Nothing appeals to me. I’ll get cravings when I vape delta-8, but I can’t always get what I want. I’d eat apples if I didn’t have an oral allergy to them. They make me nauseous and give me a geographic tongue. My tongue stings. Melons cause the same thing without the nausea. Which sucks because I love cantaloupe.
I need to start eating cereal again or something. Fruit that doesn’t make my mouth sting. Yogurt. Anything that I can just grab from the fridge.
I don’t count calories or read nutrition labels. I’ve never done that. I don’t even know how many calories a day I’m supposed to be eating.
What am I supposed to do? Force myself to eat what we have even if the taste and texture of it makes me feel nauseous?
I feel like I can’t talk about weight loss with my friends because they’re struggling with losing weight. Meanwhile I’m worried that I’m wasting away. My mom keeps calling me “bony maroney” and says she wishes she could grow up to be like me because it’s hard for her to lose weight.
I’m the same size as my Nana. She’s three inches shorter than me. We can swap clothes and shoes. She had lung cancer.
Not that I’m worried about cancer. Other than the weight and the post-concussion syndrome I feel perfectly fine.
And, again, I feel like I can’t talk to anyone about how much this is worrying me because everyone else in my life sees it as something they wish they could achieve.
So here I am talking about it on tumblr.
I need to brave the grocery store to pick out meals. I would, but I can’t drive. And my SNAP benefits were canceled and I’m in the middle of trying to requalify so I can afford my own food.
It just dawned on me that I’ve been unable to buy my own food since January. I live with my parents and they’ve been purchasing my groceries.
I’ve reapplied for SNAP benefits about six times now and I have to fill out another application that’s due in a week. I have to go to the bank to get help with it. Because it’s really confusing to me. I’ve had the most difficult time filling out paperwork since my concussion.
I feel so stupid now. I need help with everything. I hate feeling like this.
One of those denials was because some asshole at the post office marked my address as vacant and I never got any of the paperwork I needed to fill out. Hopefully this next application is the last one I need to submit.
If you read all of this, thanks. I needed to get it off my chest.
Yautja is introduced to the WORST Halloween candies you know of. Though I guess worst can mean anything besides flavor, considering how their jaws are formed.
First off I want to thank everyone for the sweet anonymous notes after that last posts. And any sweet comments, I really do appreciate those a lot and it did lift up my spirits.
But for the ask here, these will be a little shorter-
Well I must note that here where I am we don't really celebrate Halloween 😅 so all I know comes from other headcanons/stories I read and, of course, movies.
I still love the spooky season-
_
A Yautja would definitely take a disliking to candy like taffy, the candy that sticks too much and is just such a bother to chew and eat. Not much to explain here, just move all that stuff away from them, thank you.
That being said they wouldn't like any kind of chewing gum either
I don't think they'd like the flavor much either, in most of the candy, its just so unnatural? What the hell is that?
But on the other hand I also think they wouldn't be so picky with their food in general, all the survival/hunter instincts. They would eat anything if its a last resort so they'd probably be willing to AT LEAST try it.
I highly believe they would like more natural kind sweets more? Like those fitness muessli bars lmao
Or the more bitter chocolate. Organic or pure, not sure how you call it
But hot chocolate tho- dude- i know its not much halloween-ish but YO
I know Ansel(my Yautja OC) would definitely love those, specifically the chocolate. He asked Dejah once or twice(probably more lol) to sneak into a store and get them some of the goodies.
Although I kinda doubt people give either of those out during Halloween😬
Yautja and Pixie sticks tho- as much as weird it can be I think some of them would like it!
The weirdness between the sweet and then suddenly its sour- 🥴 yesss
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My asks are still open for OC asks, requests, drabbles and I will soon open one shot requests as well!
I'm currently working on a small 1/? Chapter story about my Predator OCs (mainly focusing on Ansel and Dejah) so stay tuned for that ^^
These are the same characters and I just want to ask the me from 2015 and ask where he went wrong with how character design works because I want to vomit every time I look at his pants and tiny man hands
I made another one. I'm sorry.
I HAD TO DO THIS OKAY???
So I just wanted to show what my profile picture is. And I actually did this in during my senior year in high school on a Friday. And I'll admit it was kind of hard to choose the colors for the sun, because half of the markers I was using were dried out 😅, so I couldn't really do the sun or the stars the way I wanted or do any shading lol. But I believe I did a pretty good job with what I did had 😊.
Ok so this is my take on a female Darkiplier
My first ever Mass Attack! <3<3<3
I hope to Cod you like it 🙏
Credits, from left to right:
bugbite_chomps, Nephissi, Midybear, RavioliRacc, Spark-Platinum, Pancakes09.
Roryan Brassa for @friendofthefugitive
some gems...
By far my favourite response
to flirting is to T-Pose... Was I expecting it? No. Did I find it hilarious while simultaneously finding it utterly confusing, leaving me questioning if she thought I was joking or not? Yes.
I’ve been obsessed with the Harp Hare song for a little bit so I made a character!
Meet Florian! They are a deer! His proportions are kinda weird, but I’m not good at drawing quite yet. I really like his design.
Behold @livzees ‘s Octoling! We play splatoon together and I wanna draw her Octoling. First time drawing it and had some headcanons to it, based on her username and such