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Day 222 (pretty number)
My tablet is broke :/ So I guess we are going to have small ipad pictures ‘till i buy new one (couple of days I guess)
But I think that I’ll try to do small animations (maybe funny, maybe not, considering my sense of humour ehehehhe)
There's like, so many things I wanna do in life.
I want to find fossils and prep them for display.
I want to write a children's book.
I want to make my own comic.
I want to write my own novels.
I want to try voice acting.
I want to try acting acting.
I want to make ceramics.
Why does there have to be so many interesting things you can do in life, so many things that I wanna try, but I still can't settle on an actual career???
I'm going to shit myself
There's a 50/50 chance on me deleting this when I wake my happy ass up tomorrow I don't know 🗿
I did some hella speedrun strats on these mfs they SLOPPY
Hello :3
My friend saw your Poseidon design and said she wanted him to CHOKE her........
So uhm. They requested a doodle of EXACTLY THAT.....
Use her persona as ref........idk.......
YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BTW IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFY‼️‼️‼️HAVE AN AWESOME DAY‼️‼️‼️
- squip 🐙
tell ur friend they bold af
Does anyone ever become so anxious and overstimulated that they go into that weird dissociative state where textures are GROSS *flips to image of me balancing in a boat position on my sisters bed with the fitted sheet carefully balanced underneath me where I can’t feel it* furry pillow? NO carpet? NO touching your face or skin or anything of that nature in generaL NO
Also where everything has the wrongness. Just. Something is wrong. Now. Gotta fix it. Is there a filter on my eyes? What?
I just dunno you guys but is this a thing for anyone else but me?
I'm legit so tired right now but I'm waiting for a text from this dude who stole other people's tumblr posts and posted them on his ifunny without giving credit to the original people.
if I’m being brutally honest I think people just really wanted someone to hate and chose her.
like don’t think i didn’t notice the lack of jokes about other musicians now that Chappel’s public enemy number one.
some of you need to reassess how to interact with public figures like istg they’re regular people not fictional characters
Why do some of yall hate chappel roan leave the girl alone good god
I JUST WANNA WRITE!!
I just want to write this fantasy story that has been sat in my head for just over ten years and has fantasy and darkness and medieval and political intrigue and love triangles and secret plots and vampires and lycans and kitsunes and mafia and huge battles and tender moments and magical artefacts and a million and one other things and I just want to tell people about it and spread it to the world and make it really good because I get ideas almost all the time and I would love to see it as a book and have it sit proudly on a bookshelf and bring it to life HELP!!!!
Seriously I've been looking at lycan stories and vampire stories and I want to make something new, something different, something interesting, something that mixes the genres up and injects a bit of life to it all! argh I don't even know where to start because I have sooooo much lore that I want to give to everyone and I want people to give feedback and I am sorry for this long post but I need to release
Oh and I have exams next week for uni so I better get all this out bye
in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you
sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!
"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.
"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."
the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."
"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."
"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."
"you always ask me what two plus five is."
"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.
"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.
thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."
you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.
"kaminari too!"
"and bakugou."
mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?
"no he does not!" counters mina.
"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."
"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."
"he's not that evil."
"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."
you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"
"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"
your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?
she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.
strange.
you know you can't be imagining this.
"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.
immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.
"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.
kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"
"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"
"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."
you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."
before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.
"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.
"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.
he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.
"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."
"damn your handwriting is messy."
your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.
mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.
a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.
something she has never seen before.
then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.
his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.
as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.
Oh, dig my shallow grave It’s not me you’ll safe Cause I’m a lost cause A lost, lost cause.
(I love Tales of Xillia 2, but I hate Tales of Xillia 2.)
what would u do if i started chewing on ur ankles like a little dog *bites ur ankle* now say thank you *becomes cyclone and vanishes*
Thank you for this beautifully written piece! They're so cute, I love the way you connected the both of them. IT'S SO ARHADFASD.
cal having dreams of reader before he actually meets them, like maybe right after order 66. he gets dreams of this person, handsome and beautiful and pretty in all their glory. FOR YEARS, sometimes it's sporadic, sometimes it's repetitive, sometimes it speaks to him comfortingly, knowingly. and once he finally meets them, he's like "????" then he understands why the force brought dreams of reader to him.
invisible string theory >_< ?? (ps. may your writer's block leave you soon!)
a/n: heyyyy, thanks for sending a request! i hope it pleases you, cause i totally enjoyed writing it! i took some 'liberties'? idk i just felt inspired.
coming back, part 1?
calkestisxfem!reader
summary: cal finds himself in love with a woman he keeps dreaming of, believing she's only a fragment of his imagination, until he meets her.
invisible string theory (def): the invisible string theory claims two people destined to be true loves have an invisible red cord binding them together, so that even if they are separated by time, distance, or obstacles they will find their way back to one another.
it had been a while since he hadn’t dreamt of her. a sweet and beautiful girl who almost grew up with him. as the years passed, cal only assumed he felt lonely as a teen after the fall of the order. closed on himself, he thought his brain found a way to make him happier.
at first, she appeared in his dreams, about his age. like a fallen angel, a guardian, coming to save him, she watched him from afar. then he saw her way more frequently, closer and closer. after the crew split up, when the ginger thought she vanished from his mind, she came back. days and nights this time. holding him at nights - sometimes, he swore she was real, he could feel her - and always in the back of his mind on days, murmuring sweet, comforting things on stressful missions.
he needed y/n more than ever now. and she wasn’t showing up. he missed her. funny, huh? that he had unconsciously created, straight from his imagination. he missed her soothing words and her smile.
little did he know that a young woman was experiencing the exact same thing. after losing a loved one when she was younger, she craved having someone to comfort, it somehow comforted her. and now, her person had disappeared from her mind, on days and nights. wasn’t here anymore. perhaps he didn’t need comfort anymore, meaning she didn’t need comfort anymore.
but it was false. for both of them. they desperately needed comfort right now.
and a few days later, she heard him, he heard her. whispering, “i’m coming back, i promise.” to her. whispering “i’m coming back, i promise.” to him.
cal thought he was going crazy, she didn’t show up in his dreams that night, nor the other day, and night, nor the others after either. y/n thought she was going crazy, he didn’t show up in her dreams that night, nor the other day, and night, nor the others after either.
“i’m telling you greez, i’m going to die crazy.” he admitted to the latero, drinking his blue milk. greez couldn’t help but chuckle, while bd-1 jumped from the redhead’s shoulder, wanting to explore a bit without its friend. moving across the room, and scanning random things as usual. what could the jedi say? just bd-1 being bd-1 after all! despite being a beautiful little droid, he was well, little. and when someone nearly tripped and got their feet caught in it, bd-1 beeped in annoyance. cal turned his head while talking to the owner of the saloon, to see what bd had found.
he had found her. the girl of his dreams. well, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure she was from his dreams, but she looked exactly like her. beautiful and angelic features. the same.
“oh, sorry! i’m really sorry, little guy!” she gasped, apologizing sweetly. bd-1 immediately ran to cal. “i’m so so-” she walked to cal and soon stopped, eyes widening.
“no, he’s not the most wanted jedi of this galaxy!” exclaimed the latero, thinking she was a bounty hunter, or something like that. the other customers looked at him strangely before returning to drinking or talking. the girl shook her head, her whole body slightly trembling.
“y/n?” asked cal under his breath.
“you know her?” greez asked absolutely discreetly. cal didn’t respond and got up from his seat.
“you’re y/n.” y/n seemed to regain her composure a bit, and nodded. “you weren’t lying then.”
“what do you mean?” her brows furrowed, while greez was looking at the two of them, turn by turn. he didn’t understand a thing, less did bd.
“the last time i saw you, you said something about coming back.” he explained, earning a weird look from her.
“no, you were the one who said it.”
and now, not only greez and bd were lost, so did cal and y/n.
time capsule
Nathaniel Orion G. K. / 12/23
A newfound pain
...Ruining a perfectly good item of clothing by accidentally sticking your thumb through the lacy part. I’ve done this twice now! Girl clothes are awesome; but definitely more delicate than I’m used to...
I think I need someone to hold me in their lap and jerk me off until I’m overstimulated and crying.