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ok so I wanted to post some scene kid type stuff but I'm not an expert so these might only loosely connect with scene. I'm not including music ones because I'm currently working on posting all of my music blinkies.
domo blinkie by @copprtone
I dont like the new game i can give someonw the code
got the mf
Packing tips with your local dryad fag:
Monster.
Monster at midnight
Noise complaint.
Monster at midnight.
Do it
( not me, found on Pinterest ! ! )
George is a powerful being with many powers... and very little sleep... honestly monster could sponsor my life...
he’s recharging!!!
A monster, but no energy
Omgoodness, I'm back for the third day in a row. I wrote another drabble for the same OC's from last time. I think I might make this a little drabble series called "The Power Polys"... titles still a work-in-progress.
Those Little Dark Days
Summary - Agatha has a bad day. Their girlfriends are there to help them.
Warnings - poly! relationship, queer relationship, gn! character, metions of ultra gold monster energy drinks, fake guns (pfft-), crying, comfort blanket, metions of the menace Killua, cuddles, Mickey Mouse, Freddie Mercury, fluff, crackhead convos
Words - 1285
It seemed that Agatha had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. The moment they had dragged themselves from under the covers, they felt like something was off. They knew today was going to be a bad day.
Agatha hated thinking so negatively. They were usually the most positive out of all of their partners, but they couldn’t shake this feeling. First, it started off with forgetfulness. Agatha had to practically rush out of the door because they had forgotten to brush their teeth, then they had to go back to put on deodorant, and they were about to turn around to get kisses from their girlfriends but thought against it. They were pretty stressed out and could have used the love, but they didn’t want to transfer that stress to their lovers.
Then came the fidgeting. Now, Agatha was no stranger when it came to this. They fidgeted all of the time, but today was so bad. So bad, in fact, that multiple customers had asked if they had been on something. They had not been, but they couldn’t stop. Their Hot Topic badge had been rotated around their neck millions of times, their cheap rings were turning their fingers black from how much they had been twisting them, and all of the shirts in the store had been folded to such perfection, but Agatha couldn’t help but fold them again and again.
It had been the 5th time around the store re-folding clothes that Francis came in. They had planned to have lunch together and Agatha had completely forgotten. They apologized profusely while also trying to play off their panic to not freak out their girlfriend.
“No need to apologize, baby,” Francis had cooed while taking a sip of her ultra gold monster energy drink, “You still fine with our usual spot?” Then they had been off to the quaint cafe near the mall. Agatha’s mind was still reeling though. It took them so long to order that Francis had to take over, then they had almost cried when their usual order was not what they wanted. They were too busy looking down at the table to see Francis looking at them in concern.
When they got back to work and it took 5 minutes for anyone to catch their attention, their coworker, Annabelle, suggested that Agatha should go home. They almost exploded on the poor girl when all she wanted to do was help.
They did end up taking the advice. It would not have been ideal if the manager started screaming at customers for no reason. It didn’t make it less demoralizing to walk out of the store as if they had been fired, and then come home to an empty house.
All Agatha wanted was their girlfriends' attention. They hadn’t eaten anything since last night since they had to hurry out the door and because they couldn’t stand the sight of their English muffin at the cafe. They had felt rushed all day and it wasn’t doing anything for their anxiety.
They tried to do what usually helped them calm down, sewing random patches on their old jean jacket. The Killua patch they were trying to put on just wouldn’t cooperate making them even more worked up.
So, this left them with their last option. Crying their eyes out under their comfort Freddie Mercury blanket. They knew the minute either of their girlfriends saw the blanket out, they would know something was wrong, but that didn’t concern them. Something was wrong.
They cried for what felt like hours but was only about 30 minutes before they heard the bedroom door open through their sniffles. They felt the bed sink before the soft voice of their partner floated into their ears.
“You’ll suffocate under all of those blankets,” Emily had stated bluntly. She was never all that good at comfort if it wasn’t aftercare, but even her rigid words were better than being alone right now.
Peeking their face out of the covers, Agatha huffed, “Bad day,” they murmured.
“I know. Francis called a code red. I thought she was overreacting, but she’s obviously better at seeing these things than me.” Agatha felt their lips twitch at the thought of Francis picking up on their mood.
“Where is she?”
“Got caught up doing a cringey lion mural on some Chad’s back,” Agatha giggled at this, “There’s my sunshine. What’s gotten you so sad?”
They shrugged.
“Anything I can do to help?” Emily quirked an eyebrow in mock seduction, knowing now was not the time. Agatha let out a huff of amusement before lifting their arms from under the blanket to make grabby hands, “Cuddles it is then.”
Emily moved to get under the Freddie Mercury blanket, tangling her legs with theirs.
A couple of minutes go by before Emily breaks the silence, “Francis and I missed you this morning.”
“Was in a rush,” Agatha replies with their cheek pressed against Emily’s chest, “Mind was all over the place.”
“Oh. That’s kinda what Francis said. This making you feel a little better?”
“Lot better,” Agatha whispered. At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open once more. In the doorway, Francis stood looking a bit disheveled. She held her 7th ultra gold monster energy drink for the day, already empty. When she spotted her partners in bed together and then saw Agatha’s comfort blanket, she tossed the golden can in the trash, which she would later retrieve for her ultra gold monster gun she was building, and rushed over.
“You okay, baby? I’m so sorry I took that long. I was tatting this-”
“Cringey lion mural. I know,” Agatha interrupted while patting the empty spot on the bed. Francis still looked slightly worried but after she had a quick, silent conversation over Agatha’s head with Emily, Francis finally laid down.
“Did you eat, lovely?” Francis asked while stroking Agatha’s head. They shook their head and Francis went to get up again.
“I got it,” Emily said, shifting Agatha’s head onto Francis’ chest. The minute the door closed shut, Francis looked down at her partner curled in her lap.
“You could’ve told me you know,” her voice was soft, “I wouldn't have hesitated to help.”
“Didn’t really know what was going on until later. Didn’t wanna worry you over nothin’,” Francis gently lifted Agatha’s face to look up at hers.
“I don’t care if it was nothing. I love you and I’m gonna worry about you either way, so you might as well tell me when something’s wrong. Remember, baby? Our little talk about that thing that’s almost as sexy as you?” Francis started doing jazz hands, “Communication. Wow, oh my goodness. Who would’ve thought!” Francis said in a teasing tone. Agatha sank their face into her chest to hide their laughter.
“Promise you’ll tell one of your wonderful girlfriends next time?” Francis’ hazel eyes had a seriousness that was usually absent. She ran her fingers down Agatha’s back for their comfort and her own.
“I promise,” Agatha said, pulling their worried girlfriend closer.
Francis visually relaxed, putting a kiss on her partner's cheek. The door opened for the last time that evening and Emily came in with a tray of Agatha’s favorite sandwiches.
“Emily… you did not make these all shaped like Mickey Mouse.” Agatha failed to hold back their snort which cued Emily to attempt to do the Mickey Mouse laugh; it went poorly.
“You’re a fucking child, Em,” Francis mocked, mouth full of a Mickey Mouse bologna sandwich.
“I’m your child.”
“...ew, Em.” Agatha just sat and watched their partners banter, happy that they could spend the end of their bad day with the two people they loved most.
an: my mom's been asking to read the stuff I write- I write smut and gay things. She's not homophobic or anything but it's still uncomfy yk? And I am NOT showing her my smut. It circulating around my school is more than enough for me-
attack for Koma-kana on artfight!
ya have a seat anywhere
redesign of my first oc i made when i was 11! (thats over a decade ago wtf 😭)
and a redraw of the first drawing i could find of it!
Me slurping up the last of the sweet kidney ruining nectar from the monster energy mega can like a thirsty desert traveler guzzling down the last of the rain water from his canteen before succumbing to the toxin filled rattlesnake bite on his arm (I’m going to develop a deadly heart disease or something at 20 because I do this shit)
reblog this if you support gay marriage
a white monster, nic, and lil peep at 3am is honestly a vibe