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As long as Costco exists, my hatred for it will burn bright and hot enough to eclipse the rising sun. If ever I am forced to enter such a place, sweat will bead on my forehead, and you can know that my mortal flesh has stopped the formation of our solar system’s second star.
the lights at costco are bright enough to replace the sun. we no longer need our own sun.
uhhh cw nudity (not really its just casts of lady parts and most of them are really out of focus but just to be on the safe side ig)
B l a s t y M c 's p l o d e s
(there's a second version under the cut, major spoiler warning for anyone who doesn't know what happens in chapter 362 in the manga!!)
If you've decided to skip the rest of the post, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! 🧡
Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲
B l a s t y M c 's p l o d e d
I know he doesn't actually lose his eye in the manga, but I figured that it wouldn't be too far-fetched of an outcome lol
That is all! Have a good day, friends 🧡
i had an idea
based off of the image below the cut
you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
It’s a common courtesy to ask this after every episode . so . .
how we feeling chat ? 🙏😇
* flings self into the nearest wall *
Seriously though, I don’t know why this change was made
It honestly isn’t too big of a deal but
Why??
The fandom heavily embraced it and the implied rep was nice
I’m more confused than genuinely angry
Scrunkly 1
Sawyer Bladé
Age: 18
Height: 5’8”
Race: Black/Vampire
BDay: May 16
Gender: he’s confused
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Zodiac: Taurus
Personal Pallet: Burgundy, Cream, Brown
Fav Color: Burgundy
Likes: sweet things, rock/alternative r&b, libraries, looking pretty
Dislikes: his parents
Fears: abandonment, spiders, perfectionism
Hobbies: baking, piano, reading
Backstory:
Born in a rich family of vampires from a surrogate who is the only person he considers a mother. His biological mother left him in the care of the staff until he was ‘worthy of her affection’. Unless he had an achievement she didn’t bother to acknowledge his presence. His biological father had been completely used up by the time Sawyer came into the world. His elder sister rarely interacted with him as she was always getting lessons on how to be the perfect heir.
That was until he was 8, she whisked him away one night covered in blood. Since then the siblings have hopped around the country using their mother’s nearly infinite money. But as an assurance that Sawyer actually graduates from high school, him and his sister, Nala settle down in a somewhat small town near the mountains.
While there he meets a certain young lady who might just be the key to helping him discover what he wants for himself and his future.
______
that’s as summarized as it gets
I Hate Birthdays.
a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3.
( @ apolloswords )
feel free to comment/message me any suggestions for one shot ideas!
Jens didn’t think he could ever like birthdays again. But this year, maybe he got a little lucky with his birthday gift.
originally posted for jens’ birthday
The place was booming with laughter, music and cheers. The colourful balloons and streamers decorated the apartment and a table of sweet treats and two cakes was laid out across the room. Jens felt everyone clap his back and greet him, where he nodded, put on a smile and thanked them.
Today was his birthday and his party. Well, his and Milan’s birthday party. It had gotten to be a slow tradition that they celebrated the occasion together, and Jens didn’t mind it at all. But this year, he was exceptionally glad that they were doing it together.
Because he didn’t even want to do it in the first place.
It wasn’t because he wasn’t fond of parties or birthdays- in fact, he loved events of celebrations. He was often the first one showing up at the doorstep to help decorate the place and the first one to plan everything as well. Jens loved the entire process, up until it was the later hours of the party, towards the end. Everyone would start feeling the tiredness of partying too hard and things would come to a slow, but the euphoria would still linger in the room, until every last person had left.
“What’s with all these new people?” Moyo asked, gesturing his head towards a small group of people near Milan. Jens looked over and realized he didn’t recognize any of them, even though Milan did.
“I think they’re Milan’s friends from the Netherlands.” Jens noted. “He told me his cousin and some of their friends were going to visit this week.”
Before Moyo could respond, Robbe frowned in the opposite direction. “What’s she doing here?”
Now turning to figure out what Robbe was gesturing to, Jens turned his focus away from Milan and his Dutch friends- only to frown instantly at who he saw next.
“I didn’t realize she was invited.” Moyo noted.
Trying to ignore the way he was clenching his teeth and feeling his whole body stiffen, Jens coughed awkwardly.
“I think Zoë invited her.” He mumbled. “You know, her being Milan’s flat mate and Jana being her best friend.”
“She still has a lot of nerve to come here though.” Robbe snorted. “You would think after what she did to you last year…” He began to refer, before taking a quick look at Jens’ uncomfortable demeanour. “Sorry, probably shouldn’t bring it up.”
“It’s whatever.” He mumbled again.
Jana seemed to have felt them staring, as she whipped her head towards their direction. The second her eyes landed on Jens, she lowered her gaze, as if she had felt the guilt suddenly wash over her. For a split second, Jens felt a little flutter of hope in his chest, as if he had just let go of the grudge he still held against her.
That was, until she linked her arms around some tall guy who they realized she had come here with. As they walked across the room to head over and greet Milan, Jana gave the three of them, mostly Jens, a light apologetic smile. Neither Moyo or Robbe returned it, and Jens only looked down at the half empty beer bottle in his hand, before bringing it to his lips.
After taking a sip and feeling the buzz to his brain, he looked over at his two friends by his side.
“I can’t believe she’s here.” Moho snorted. “You would think that after last year-“
“It’s whatever.” Jens found himself repeating again. He could feel his chest tighten and suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Fanning his shirt against his chest, Jens tried to catch his breathing but to no avail.
“I’m going to head out.” He simply announced. “Need some air.”
He didn’t need to look at Robbe or Moyo to know their expressions. He already knew they were looking at him, feeling rather sorry for him. But it didn’t matter. Right now, he only felt sorry for himself and being in a room where he was supposedly one of the main reasons for tonight’s celebration, well, he felt even more sorry for himself than he would’ve been on any other day.
On any other given day.
-
Jens realized that Milan didn’t exactly have a balcony so getting some air, as well as some peace and quiet, was not as easy as he thought. He debated going down, towards the bench on the sidewalk, but the street was busy with the late night traffic and the bustle of people on a night out would only add to her commotion and chaos. It wasn’t exactly the peace and quiet he was looking for.
So he found himself up on the rooftop. The stairs were a little creaky and the winter air hit his body briskly that he shivered a little underneath the hoodie and jacket he briskly put on before heading out of the flat. The beer bottle wasn’t in his hand anymore, after he chugged its remains and threw it into a recycling bin, hearing it clatter against all the other glass bottles. The music and cheer from the party eventually faded from his focus the further he got, and for once, he was just fine not being apart of it.
When his feet planted flat on the rooftop, he took in the stillness and quietness of the night. But even as still and gentle it was, he realized he was not alone. There was a huddled figure a few feet away, their back turned against him and some smoke wafting up in the air above him.
Jens chewed on the inside of his lip, unsure if he should say anything. He didn’t know where else he could go, where else it was quiet enough to let his mind chill out for a bit. For a split second, he almost considered calling it a night and just going home. But that would probably make him feel even worse and more sorry for himself and that wasn’t exactly what he wanted to remember on this birthday.
“Hey.” He heard a low but melodious voice ring out to him. Looking up, he realized that the huddled figure from a few feet away had turned around and spotted him.
It was a boy, about his age. Jens couldn’t see much under the dark shadows of the night, but he could make out some sparkling eyes and a set of dainty lips turned up into a warm and inviting smile.
“Hey.” He replied, managing the courage to greet him back.
“Are you okay?” The boy asked, and Jens took note of the way his accent sounded a little different. He probably wouldn’t have noticed it in any other situation, but the lack of noise around them made any other noise much more clearer. “You look a little lost.”
“I’m fine.” Jens responded, even though he felt like he had to choke that reassurance out of himself. “Sorry for bothering you, I can leave.”
“No you can stay. I don’t mind.” The boy shrugged and Jens realized his smile turn up a bit more.
Figuring there wasn’t really anything else he wanted to go back to yet, Jens shrugged and decided that he may as well hang out here, even if it wasn’t exactly the “alone” moment he was looking for. But the boy just looked so warm and enticing that he quickly found his feet leading him over towards him.
“I hope you don’t mind the smell of weed though.” The boy laughed lightly as Jens lowered himself down to sit beside him.
“Is that what you came out here for? To smoke?” He asked curiously.
Nodding, the boy lifted his hand to his lips, placing the joint between them. “I could ask you the same.” He said with a light huffed laugh. “I don’t like smoking inside.” He explained, after exhaling and letting a cloud of smoke escape his pretty blushed pink lips. Turning his head, he offered the joint to Jens and grinned widely. “I’m Lucas.”
“Jens.” He introduced, after slowly taking the joint from him. Mimicking Lucas’ actions, he brought the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply. He hadn’t really considered getting cross faded tonight, but fuck, ir was his birthday after all. He may as well feel like he could do something rather than feel like he had to disappear.
The weed quickly filled his lungs, burning a little as they announced their presence in his system. Coughing lightly as he exhaled, he passed the joint back to Lucas. He tried not to make eye contact with him, even though he could feel Lucas studying him closely with his big blue sparkling eyes.
“Thanks.” Jens managed to say, trying to stifle back a few more coughs. “Your weed is stronger than I’m used to.” He admitted.
“The works of the Netherlands are knitted closely together in this joint.” Lucas laughed, twirling the joint in between his fingers. Jens. priced the abundance of rings on them, sparkling against the night sky much like his eyes.
“Netherlands?” Jens asked, finally catching onto why Lucas’ accent was a little different. “You’re Dutch?”
“Born and raised.” He smiled. “You must be a little more lost than I thought Jens. I thought you Belgians could pick up on us a little quicker than that.”
Biting down the tip of his tongue, Jens figured out pretty quickly that he liked this rather spunky Dutch boy.
“Sorry.” He let out a light laugh. “Tonight is really not my night.”
“Is that so? I figured it’s really nobody’s night unless it’s their birthday or something.”
The slight wince and lack of a quick response must’ve given him away. He watched as Lucas’ eyes began to look at him some more, studying him as though he was a close up piece of art that didn’t make much sense upon the first look. Jens watched as Lucas’ eyes began to widen upon realization.
“It’s your birthday isn’t it?” Lucas asked in shock.
Now biting down on his bottom lip, Jens nodded and shrugged. Lucas seemed to be making even more connections in his brain as his eyes managed to widen even more. Jens looked at him, confused as the what else he could’ve figured out.
“You’re the one who shares a birthday with Milan!” Lucas exclaimed, snapping his fingers with the that wasn’t holding the joint.
“You know Milan?” He asked, wondering how that connection was even possible.
“He’s my cousin, you couldn’t tell?” A smirk rolled over his lips as he leaned in forward and let his eyes twinkle. “You didn’t see me at the party?”
“I don’t think you saw me either.” Jens huffed out a laugh. “Otherwise, you would’ve known I was the other birthday boy.”
“Alright fair enough.” Lucas eyes Jens up and down. “So what do I have the pleasure of spending some time alone with the birthday boy?”
“Good timing?”
“Figures. I’m known for that.” His voice dropped a bit, sounding a little less enthusiastic. Now it was soft, like a gentle melody wavering around him. Passing the joint towards him, Lucas asked“So, what are you doing out here?”
“I hate birthdays.” Jens admitted flatly, looking away and down at his feet and the almost finished joint. After taking the last hit, Jens squashed it under his foot. He didn’t think Lucas brought an ashtray with him, so this method would have to do.
“You hate birthdays?” He repeated, and Jens could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. Looking over, Jens noticed the smile slowly reappear on Lucas’ lips.
“I hate birthdays.” He repeated, feeling Lucas’ smile somehow transfer onto his own lips.
“How can someone hate birthdays? Let alone their birthday. I’ve never met anyone like that.”
“Well I guess now you have.”
They sat in silence for a bit. Below them, the sounds of late night traffic bustled about and noises of music and people were faint in the distance. Jens didn’t know if it were from the people down below, walking past the flat buildings or from open windows. He wondered what the people were doing back at the party and then wondered if Lucas would be heading back anytime soon. A part of him, a rather large part, didn’t want him to go just yet. It felt too soon. Jens didn’t even know if he would be given the same chance to talk to him inside.
“I don’t like Christmas.” Lucas announced breaking the silence.
Laughing lightly, Jens looked at him. “You can’t be serious?”
“No it’s true.” A light laugh also escaped him. “I don’t like Christmas.”
“And why would you not like Christmas?”
“Glad you asked.” Lucas replied with a smirk. He leaned back a bit, resting on his elbows as he looked out in the distance, the smirk on his face still very prominent. “I hate Christmas because of my parents.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I do care to elaborate. Thanks for asking. It all started during Christmas morning, when I noticed I had suspiciously gotten a bit more presents than usual. And rather, more expensive presents. Art supplies that cost more than what my allowance for a year was even worth.”
“You hate it because you got too many presents?”
“Hold on to your thoughts, I’m not quite there yet.” He playfully taunted. “And after Christmas breakfast, where they had even allowed me to eat a slice of cake for, they piled me into the good old car do we could head over to my Oma’s house. Only to break the news that they were getting a divorced and I was forced to sit through the entire Christmas gathering wondering what went wrong.”
“They don’t seem to have good timing.”
“Nope. That wasn’t a trait I inherited from either of them.”
“So that’s why you hate Christmas.” Jens figured, speaking slowly as if he still needed confirmation.
Holding up a finger, Lucas tilted his head a bit, side to side. “Not quite. I hate it because every Christmas after that felt like a cheap reminder that family love, a love meant to exist forever, wasn’t all that. But you know what I learned?”
“What did you learn?”
“That, that one Christmas, didn’t have to be the standard for the rest of my lifetime filled with Christmases. Eventually I learned that being with my friends, or my new found family, could give me a new meaning to Christmas.”
“But you still don’t like it.”
“It’ll take some time, but based on how things are going now, maybe next year I would have fallen completely in love with it.”
Another moment of silence passed through them, but Jens felt like time had stood still. He felt rather fascinated by Lucas. By the way he spoke, expressed and gestured his words. It was like watching someone who knew exactly what they were talking about, regardless if they had the credentials to fully speak about it. But Lucas was confident and enticing, and Jens soon realized he couldn’t get enough.
“I don’t like birthdays because last year I found my girlfriend making out with someone in one of the rooms.” He finally found himself admitting.
“So you came up here to avoid remembering that?” Lucas asked, not seeming very phased by what Jens had just said.
Shaking his head, he replied. “Well that, and I didn’t expect to see her tonight with some new guy hanging off of her. Or her hanging off of him. Whatever it was, I saw.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit.”
Quickly, Lucas stood up and reached out his hand towards him. Furrowing his brows in slight confusion, Jens took his hand. Pulling him up, both boys stood in front of each other and Jens realized he had a little height on the other boy. Looking down at him, he was still met with the rather playful smile on his lips.
“Come on, let’s head back to that party.” Lucas said, still not letting go of Jens’ hand. “She doesn’t have to be the only one coming in with someone new.”
-
So many things could change in a year.
For example, Jens didn’t think he would eventually move out. He didn’t think he could grow taller but he managed to sprout an inch. He didn’t think he could ever start liking the taste of coffee without cream or sugar, but now, most days he found himself drinking it straight black.
He also didn’t think that he would eventually learn to like birthdays. Even to go as far as love them.
Rolling over on the bed, he pulled the blankets over him as he let his eyes adjust to the early sun. He watched as it shined down on the other person in his bed, who was already awake and sitting with their legs crossed and a sketchbook on top of their lap. Lucas had his body hunched over it, his hand working fast at the sketch that Jens couldn’t see from this angle.
The quietness of the morning was rather tranquil, and he wanted to keep its serenity. But a yawn escaped him, blowing his cover as Lucas perked his head up. Based on his expression, he seemed rather happy to see his, now awake, boyfriend.
“Morning.” Jens greeted, his voice still a little slurred and raspy.
“Happy birthday my birthday boy.” Lucas greeted, leaning over his sketchbook and placing a kiss on Jens’ cheek. “You woke up earlier than usual.”
“Do you always sketch this early in the morning?” He asked, changing the topic.
Shrugging, Lucas replied. “Not always, usually when I don’t want to climb out of bed just yet. The morning is nice to work in, the world is a little different when the sun has just woken up and the world is still a little bit asleep. Or at least, my world is still asleep.”
“You’re so cheesy.” Jens teased before opening his arms up and creating some space for Lucas to crawl into. “Cuddle with me?”
Placing the sketchbook to the side of the bed, Lucas gently snuggled into the little space as Jens tucked the blanket over him. He sighed as he felt his body against Lucas’, feeling the warmth radiate between the both of them.
If Jens had one wish in the world, it would probably be to have every morning be like this one. But he didn’t even have to wish that anymore, it was exactly what he got every morning. It made everyday feel like his birthday, his .
“I have a lot of things planned out today before the main party.” Lucas mentioned. “First I’m going to make you breakfast, then we can go to your favourite little store on the corner, you know, the one with all the records and posters and stuff? And then-“
“Luc,” Jens laughed, cutting him off and pulling him in a little closer. “There’s no rush, it’s still very early in the day.”
“Do you want to see what I was sketched?” He asked, sitting up a little and reaching for his sketchbook excitedly.
Laughing, Jens nodded. “Okay baby, what did you draw?”
Unable to contain his excitement, he continued to flip through the sketchbook. When he finally found the page he was looking for, what Jens assumed was the most recent page, he shyly moved the sketchbook towards his side so Jens could see.
Although the sketch was done in a rather quick matter, that didn’t mean there was a lack of detail. Jens admired the way the sketching of the figures and scenery around seemed to have been down without even lifting the pencil off the paper. He looked at the shading, though done with quick efficiency, still looked as if the piece was being brought to life.
It was a picture of two figures on top of a roof, overlooking the city of high skyscrapers and twinkling stars above them. The figures had their backs turned, but there was no mistaking the way their bodies were slightly leaning towards each other, as their shadows seemed to have already been blended in. Jens smiled, to himself and to the artwork, already realizing what it was.
“This is the night we met.” He said breathlessly, completely taken by awe.
“Yeah.” Lucas said softly. “Exactly one year ago, on your birthday.”
Tracing his finger over some of the details in the page, Jens huffed up a laugh before turning to face Lucas. The other boy was smiling widely, his cheeks flushed pink as his beautiful blue eyes glowed within the morning sun.
“You know, you told me that my next year, you could’ve completely fallen in love with Christmas.”
“I did, you know? Especially when we spent it together in this little flat of ours.”
“Well I fell in love with my birthday all over again.” Jens admitted, pressing his forehead against Lucas’. “And I think that had to do with also falling in love with you along the way.”
Grinning his biggest grin yet, Lucas placed his hands on the side of Jens’ cheeks and kissed his forehead. After, he placed his forehead back onto his, pressing in a little harder.
“Happy birthday my love.” Lucas whispered.
*through gritted teeth, looking like I've gotten into a fistfight with Demise and lost miserably, with as much grace as a feral raccoon* If Legend could put up with 15 adventures then you can do this. If Sky and Time could fight a god each and win then you can do this, if Wild could escape death and reforge his identity from scratch plus everything else in TOTK then you can do this-
But by the gods will it be a headache.
wow. cringetober day 5 :3 so silly. human sprig:3
what do you do when it feels like the world is ending but its only 8 in the afternoon on a random day in february and there's still so much more to do but nothing more to live for
if i dont get 80% and above for science i will burn down my school
Lmao vent art (I’m trying not to Kms)
Btw this is how I come up with new personas, I feel like a fucking mess, I’m burnt the fuck out and been relapsing like the devils on my ass
The song is opium by mili
IM BACK FRON THE DEAD! again.... BUt anyways! I tried out a slightly new art style and I like it :D. Its not really much of a change but ehhhh I don't really care, I like the slight change :>
I drew a demon gorl :)
little breakdown abt the same 4 lines i tend to use for drawing folds!!
not a tutorial just some notes ^^
ps sorry for spelling accordion wrong every single time. i will not learn from this
second ps the biggest diff between accordion and pinch is that pinch lines meet at the origin point while accordion lines imply a future meeting but don’t actually touch